Luan, happy birthday. Shui Wujun finally said.

He remembered.

Dai Luan rushed to the mountain pass like crazy, and Shanhai stopped her by the waist and hugged her, no matter how hard she struggled, she would not let go.

He knew what that meant to Dai Luan. The playmate and mentor who grew up with him since childhood, thinking that he will live a long life, thinking that he will never disappear, you may have a temporary separation, but there is no long-term goodbye. Now he resolutely chooses to die, chooses to disappear, but you don't even have a chance to stop him.

Your choices can't sway his choices.

This made Dai Luan feel real pain. If you ask the degree, it may be comparable to the moment when Shanhai personally cut the vine.

But miracles don't always happen, and Dai Luan doesn't pin all her hopes on miracles. What's more, it has already happened once, and now that this kind of thing has happened, it makes her feel like "paying off her debts".

She wasn't the only one in the pain. Yun Ge had mixed feelings and was dizzy at this moment. He had an indescribable sense of distortion, as if everything in front of him was an illusion, and before he had a definite conclusion about whether Shui Wujun was the enemy of his father or the mentor of life, he interrupted all his previous considerations with a new question. Yun Ge felt unsteady on his feet, and he took a few steps back, lest he too plunge headlong into the far, deep, bright and hot lava lake below, under the illusion of intense curiosity and weightlessness.

Everything that happened in front of him, Mu Wan saw it in his eyes. Intense emotions similar to those of other people collide in the body, but there is no chance to escape. I want to shout, but I can't scream; I wanted to cry, but I couldn't.

Dai Luan cried for her. Shanhai tried to pull her arm, but she refused to get up as if she was right. She turned her back to the mountain pass and wept silently. Shi Wuqi half-squatted down and patted her head gently, again and again, as if carefully wiping an expensive piece of porcelain. Yun Ge turned his head and looked at the weapons scattered on the ground. They all have ghosting, as his vertigo continues.

On the ground in front of Dai Luan, there was Shui Wujun's haze blue forehead. It lay on the ground, and the ground around it was covered with Dai Luan's tears. Mu Wan watched as tears slipped silently down her cheeks, reflecting a warm light in the shadows of her face.

Suddenly, Mu Wan stood up suddenly.

It was worth crying with joy to regain control of her body, but she was in no mood for it, and her unrecovered physical condition did not allow her to act aggressively. So Mu Wan fell down as soon as he stood up, as if he had been squatting for too long and suddenly got up, and the blood didn't have time to reach his brain. The spell fell lightly, but she didn't feel any discomfort in her body, as if all the filth had been purified by something.

She knew what it was, and that was why she got up suddenly.

Her movements attracted the attention of her friends, and they looked at the mountains and seas. But Mu Wan didn't explain much, she propped herself up, pointed behind them with one hand, and shouted:

"There! Sword! Fast!! ”

Mu Wan couldn't organize more words, she just wanted them to pay attention to the strangeness behind her. So a few people turned back as she wished, and saw the amazing scene.

Broken Dust. The sword is three feet seven inches long and weighs two pounds and eight taels. The body of the sword is a dull smoky gray, and under the bright light, there are ripples of water like waves, which are sparkling and moving. It is not as regular as an ordinary sword, but rather a multifaceted and disordered appearance. Both sides of the sword were uneven and undulating, and the light and shadow flowed silently, turning a thousand times, cutting off all the scenes reflected.

This sword is humane.

It was picked up by an invisible force, and Dai Luan stretched out her hand sluggishly, and it was slowly flattened and fell into her hand. After a brief tempering of the magma, it still looks like an untempered half-finished product. But she knew he had succeeded.

The sword was not hot, and Dai Luan still felt as if it was touching her own skin, and she couldn't feel the heat or cold. She clenched the hilt of her sword and brushed it across the blade, as if someone's fresh blood flowed in the calm blade. Mu Wan reluctantly stepped forward and stood with them on the edge of the crater. In front of Dai Luan, the sparks and ashes that emerged along with the sword made people vaguely see the outline of the human form, as if it was he who handed the sword to them. Soon, these turbulent sparks were gone with the wind.

This was the last birthday gift that Shui Wujun could give her, heavier than anything.

The ghost girl Qianmian let out a terrible howl in the sky, shaking the earth and shaking the mountains. Countless faces were reflected in the countless curves of this new sword, more distorted, more insane.

Dai Luan was silent, and slowly wrapped Shui Wujun's hazy blue forehead belt around the hilt of the sword.

"I'm still taking the lead, does anyone have an opinion?"

Shi Wuqi picked up the karma and pointed his sword at the sky, and the bright flames suddenly burned from the root of the sword to the tip of the sword, provocatively facing the huge and ugly demon. The mountains and seas are holding the wind and clouds and slashing, and the sword trick is knotted in their hands. Pitch-black rain clouds gathered higher in the sky, and rumbling thunder was heard from time to time.

Yun Ge retrieved two swords from a distance. He took each hand of the resentment and the ember tooth and handed them to Mu Wan.

"Miss Liangqiu, don't be cruel to me this time."

To be born to kill is to say the sword.

Kill the right way, kill the evil, and kill the sin.

It is called the Yin and Yang Dao.

People who don't have a city of music don't sleep all night. In the south, lightning and thunder roared, and black clouds destroyed the mountains. Some people say that the sleeping volcano is afraid that it is about to wake up, and people are panicked for a while. The sky there is sometimes as bright as day, sometimes as red as bloody night. Some businessmen hurriedly packed up their things and prepared to escape from here, and some believers knelt down and burned incense to worship the Buddha and begged for heaven's protection. Most people don't want to leave, they can't leave, and even if they do, they have nowhere to go. This has been their home for generations. I never thought that they would survive under the harsh government, and they would eventually bow their heads in the face of natural disasters.

The women hugged their children tightly and hid under the covers, and the men paced back and forth anxiously and tremblingly. It was late at night, the streets were noisy and crowded, and there were no soldiers to maintain order, and even took advantage of the fire to rob and hurt people with knives. In the midst of this chaos, people suddenly heard a soft flute.

It's the lord of the city.

The lord of the castle held a flute in his hand, stood at the top of the high wall, and played an anonymous tune. Its rhythm is distant and tender, like a drizzle, like a spring breeze, opening a wide road in the midst of the crowd, infiltrating people's hearts that have dried up for a long time.

The chaos gradually subsided, and the people looked at him in amazement, all speechless.

In the midst of thousands of horses, the water flows for a long time.

An old man took out a pot and bowl and struck a familiar melody from his youth. This song has a name, it must have a name, but everyone has forgotten it. Now, it is slowly waking up. More people came up with instruments—rudimentary, haphazard patchwork instruments—and played them along in style. Bowls and chopsticks, doors and windows, bamboo strips, bowstrings...... People from all walks of life showed up, holding their own unique musical instruments. People hiding in their homes are also coming to the streets. Those who will join in, who will not hum softly, and men, women and children of all ages participate in this unique performance. Until the end, the sound of the castle lord's flute was completely buried in the uniform song music.

It was as if a unique spell expelled the fear from the human heart, leaving the darkness and anxiety behind and drowning in the ephemeral Pure Land. In the crowd of obsessive expressions, a man in red clothes and black hair walked against the current, towards the mountains to the south.

Dai Luan has been caught in the red cloud.

It was as if she was in a piece of flesh and blood, and a strong suffocation surrounded her. Countless words filled her ears, preventing her from calling for help. She could clearly hear the voices of the mountains and seas calling for them. Luckily, with Broken Dust Huan tightly in her hands, these ghost faces in the blood mist didn't even dare to approach her, just as they were in the outside world. As soon as they see their own appearance on the sword, they will run in all directions like crazy.

If she wielded the sword, she should be able to easily get out of it. However, it only took a moment of contemplation for Dai Luan to dispel this thought. Through this terrifying layer of blood, she could clearly see that half of Mu Wan's face was still covered with a familiar mask. Although the control of her body is still in her hands, the red strips of cloth flying on the masquerade are so vividly showing her existence.

Dai Luan didn't wield her sword. She held her breath and stared in Mu Wan's direction.

In the flash of light, she broke out of the cocoon in a detached manner.

No one expected that Dai Luan's broken dust would poke straight at the left half of Mu Wan's face. A little of the tip of the sword sank into it, but there was no blood. In the recent surprised gaze of Rin Shanhai, Dai Luan turned her wrist lightly and picked it hard, Mu Wan took advantage of the situation to lower her waist, causing Dai Luan to pass by her.

Half of Mu Wan's face showed cracks and gradually peeled off. Under the gaze of everyone, strange fragments were scattered on the ground.

Finally, there is a ghost horn with a red strip of cloth.

The mournful wails continued one after another, more tragic, more vivid, and more piercing than ever. The cry of grief and indignation is not emotional, or full of emotions that are difficult for humans to interpret. The ghost girl's body that had just been formed with a thousand faces also fell off like the half of the mask, and one piece after another of flesh was wrapped in countless faces, pouring into the boiling lava lake. Everyone looked at this scene with tiredness and some numbness from fatigue, and it seemed that it would take some time to accept it.

However, the source of the miserable sound in the wilderness does not stop here.

Between the rolling thick clouds, lightning fell to the ground one after another, turning into cold and merciless chains. More chains rose from the ground, and the tightly wrapped Ying Yuejun rolled on the ground. He wailed helplessly and made a fuss.

"Do you know what's wrong?" The voice kept bobbing in his head, "Do you know what's wrong? ”

"I'm not wrong!!" He shouted hoarsely.

The chains tightened, crushing his bones one by one. Severe pain lingered in this small body over and over again.

It wasn't until his eyes, which were almost blackened, that a pair of clean clogs appeared. He struggled to move, tugging at the weeds on the ground with his deformed fingers, and crawled forward pitifully.

"Brother Long Night! Help me! Help me! Yingyuejun cried, "I don't want to die, I don't want to disappear, I haven't seen ...... with my own eyes."

Immortal Moon Jun took a step back coldly.

"You...... You're ......"

"What does the life and death of the lost dog have to do with me?"

Yingyuejun heard the sound of something breaking again, crisp, but unpleasant, and the noise made the eardrums hurt. I don't know which bone it is. Anyway, they're all twisted into the internal organs.

The Immortal Moon Monarch clapped his hands expressionlessly, and the flames of heaven and earth were set off one after another, burning along the chains on the barren wilderness, burning the plains. Then, he ignored the dying howls behind him and left silently.

The bright light of the east broke through the dark clouds and rained down on the earth like arrows.

Just today, he knew that there were two six levels of impermanence that would never wake up again.

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