"This life is really long."

Chen Muzhi sighed, and one crack after another on his body slowly cracked.

The Heavenly Stealing Dao technique is extremely domineering, he has 100,000 souls in his body, if he can suppress it, then of course he can deduce the exercises together, and even cultivate them together.

But once it can't be suppressed, these countless souls will tear him to pieces. To a certain extent, Chen Muzhi is no longer a person, he is a collection of 100,000 soldiers, but Chen Muzhi's soul is the master.

In the bloody battle of Fang Cai, Gu Qian completely defeated his foundation, and at this time, his entire body began to collapse. One after another, soul phantoms flew out of his body in a rain of light and scattered in the void.

This scene is beautiful and dreamy, Chen Muzhi is stroking the qin in the void, making the final farewell, and endless blood-stained light feathers are sprinkled from his body, with bleakness and sadness.

Gu Qiandun was in the void, his expression was slightly stunned, she was very familiar with this song, when she was on the island in the middle of the lake in the past, she had also heard him play it when he turned into Murong Xian.

"Whew"

The sound of the piano in the void was a little dull, but it was integrated into Chen Muzhi's life.

He was a poor man, when he was a child, he was so hungry that he couldn't stand it, and he hid half of the steamed buns alone, which eventually led to his sister's death on the street cold and starvation.

The melodious sound of the piano echoed in the heavens and the earth, and at the last moment, Chen Muzhi suddenly remembered that scene again.

It was a memory he couldn't let go, and he kept dreaming about it every time he fell asleep over the years. On that rainy night, the thin and weak little girl leaned on his chest, cold and stiff, and now scattered petals.

"For the first half of my life, I was just a humble little beggar." Chen Muzhi was whispering, and in the endless light feathers, he was like an immortal who was about to soar: "I have laid down most of the country for the imperial court, but I have been deprived of the results and cannot die well." ”

"I just want to live well, but the corrupt Qing court refuses, so I rebel."

"I just want to fulfill my promise to my sister, but unfortunately those families won't give it, so I can only get it myself."

"If we recover today, I want to find a way forward, hoping to bring her back to life one day, but God doesn't allow it."

Chen Muzhi said, and suddenly there were blood and tears in his eyes, staining his clothes: "The grass is not allowed by the sky, why are some people born to open the supreme shackles, born to be favored by the Great Dao, destined to go to the extreme, but I can't?" ”

"I'm just a humble beggar, I have nothing"

"So I can only rob, I borrowed from ancient and modern classics to create the Heavenly Stealing Dao, and I want to integrate the heavenly gods into one body and give birth to my own supreme avenue."

"But isn't this a dead end?"

Chen Muzhi was getting weaker and weaker, he had not opened the supreme shackles, and it was difficult for him to carry those divine bodies.

Now that his body has collapsed, the origin of the divine body has begun to mess up, leaving his body as full of cracks as porcelain.

Wanting to refine those supreme physique is an extremely crazy idea in itself. They are all gods and immortals, who will be weaker than whom, and when they get together, they are destined to have a great collision, and one careless will be wiped out.

Since ancient times, except for Gu Qian, no one has ever had two physique at the same time, which in itself is a kind of taboo.

Blood and tears mixed with illusory light feathers flew into the void, and the strings in Chen Muzhi's hands snapped violently. He put down the guqin and took out half of the blackened steamed bun from his arms.

This half of the steamed bun is the only spiritual sustenance that has accompanied him for nearly a hundred years.

"I never wanted to fight for anything, I didn't want to kill anyone, I just wanted to live well, but I didn't have a choice."

"I want to live to the end, to go to the extreme, to find the ultimate mystery of life, to find my sister out of the long river of time."

"I also want to see if Mu Xi is the reincarnation of her sister or a similar flower"

Half of the steamed bun was stained with his blood, Chen Muzhi's arm began to break apart like porcelain, and the half of the steamed bun fell to the ground.

Chen Muzhi's whole person shattered, endless light and rain flew between heaven and earth, and at the last moment, he couldn't make a sound, just looked at Gu Qian, leaving the last trace of request in his eyes.

"Help me bring it to Mu Xi and tell her that I will always be her brother and never forget the promise I made to her in the past"

Gu Qian picked up half of the blood-stained steamed bun, and she understood this sentence from Chen Muzhi's eyes, which made her feel a little uncomfortable.

He is a true genius, which is really undeniable, and he has single-handedly opened up the practice of stealing the heavens. If he doesn't fall, he may be able to go to the true extreme in the future and become an emperor.

It's a pity that he met Gu Qian, and finally died prematurely in this era.

However, she does not regret it, even if there is no distinction between her and Chen Muzhi this time, there will definitely be a battle to the death in the future.

There is no right or wrong in this, it has been doomed since Chen Muzhi chose this path. She was irreplaceable with the perfect fusion of the three divine bodies, and no matter how many divine bodies could compare, it was impossible for him to give up.

Chen Muzhi died, died in the ancient ruins, but his results were also extremely rich.

The Tianjiao who came to the ruins this time were almost dying, and only two or three cats remained, and a small number of them also fled for their lives while Gu Qian was fighting Chen Muzhi.

"Let's go, let's go to the depths of the ruins."

Putting away the blood-stained steamed buns, Gu Qian took many Tianjiao's space rings on his hand. Then he took a few people and walked deeper into the ruins.

This time it didn't take long, under the leadership of Gu Qian, the formation master, he returned to the original majestic divine mountain in more than half an hour.

"Kunming Sword Sect."

When they climbed the mountain, they saw a huge stone monument halfway up the mountain, on which these four characters were engraved.

"It turned out to be the Sword Sect, legend has it that in that ancient era, only the sect that could be founded by the gods was qualified to be called a sect, the forces created by the Extreme Dao Holy Monarch were qualified to be called sects, and the giants were qualified to create a sect."

"It seems that this Kunming Sword Sect is indeed a powerful force that exists in the Extreme Dao Saint Monarch."

Xian Ruoxi said softly, her face a little excited. Even if it is a fairy clan, the town clan background in its clan is only one or two extreme saint monarchs.

Such an ancient force, judging from the longevity of the Extreme Dao Saint Monarch who can live for at least hundreds of thousands of years, must have been passed down for a long time. The accumulation of its heritage is absolutely terrifying.

"The people in this ruin seem to have left in a hurry."

Everyone hurriedly went up the mountain, but found that the ruins seemed to be well preserved. The splendid hall and other buildings are relatively complete, but the vast majority of high-level formations have exhausted their energy, so they have all been closed.

Gu Qian checked the formation, and then explained to everyone: "This place is very different from the Cangshen Divine Kingdom. ”

"It seems that a terrifying war has broken out in the space of the Cangshen Divine Kingdom, and it seems to have been killed by some kind of existence invasion."

Chen Muzhi's lunch box made me feel the most uncomfortable, although it was a set plot, but it was still uncomfortable. He's one of my favorite characters, and I suddenly feel sorry for him, because I didn't write a good book or fully portray the image of him in my mind. And yesterday the book was not in the state, which led to the absence of a few words in his last battle, hey!