The wind is like a knife, using the earth as a chopping board, and treating all beings as fish and meat.

Flying snow for thousands of miles, making the sky a furnace and allowing all things to be silver.

The snow will stop, and the wind will not settle. The north wind of the call sign, mixed with the fluttering snow, cut on Cheng Yiming's body like a knife, and also cut his heart at the same time. I saw him reclining on the hard and cold stone wall, as if he had lost his mind, and after a long time, he suddenly got up, his eyes full of anger.

Cheng Yiming thought that he could understand his mind, but who would have thought that he still didn't understand.

He broke into the dangerous place alone, but left Cheng Yiming here, he didn't know that the pain in Cheng Yiming's heart at this time was not lighter than him at all. For the sake of Cheng Yiming, he didn't want to affect him, but this made Cheng Yiming even more uncomfortable.

Maybe it's because he understands Cheng Yiming's mind too well, so he did this?

Buzz~ In a clear sound, the originally simple and dull small sword slowly expanded, and it was more than three feet long in the blink of an eye. The buzzing sound continued, the blue light around the sword body became more and more vigorous, and a seemingly invisible cover enveloped this person in a sword, flying snow and wind, and when they arrived here, they all stopped abruptly.

The more the blue light grew, the more than three feet long, the simple sword body continued to grow, and between breaths, it became a giant blade that was full of feet long and feet wide.

Huhu~ I saw Cheng Yiming's eyes wide, his forehead was already covered with fine beads of sweat, and the green tendons were bursting up.

"Go!"

With a low shout, I saw a huge long sword, like a flying rainbow falling to the ground, and like a dragon swimming in the sky, the sword body slammed upward, and then slashed down on the cold cliff. I heard a loud bang, and under the violent impact, the sharp blade went straight to the iron-like mountain rock, leaving a terrifying giant seal.

In an instant, several huge rocks were slashed and slid off the cliffs, and the rubble flew one after another, and the dust mixed with the goose feathers of the snow, was swept upside down by the howling wind.

The cliff still stood like a giant, and the earth-shattering blow didn't seem to have caused much trauma to it at all.

After the blow, the giant sword was still hanging in the air, but the blue light around the sword body suddenly faded a lot.

Cheng Yiming's shoulders trembled slightly, his face was pale, his eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth to urge Zhenyuan, took the giant sword, and slashed towards Shanyan again.

The power of this blow is obviously much stronger than Fang Cai.

But after the gravel dust settled, the stone gate to the belly of the mountain could not be opened.

Urging the giant sword twice in a row has already exhausted the original strong true element in Cheng Yiming's body. With his current cultivation, it was impossible to launch such a terrifying attack, he forcibly mobilized the true yuan, and went against the force, if it was an ordinary person, I am afraid that he would have already died here under the backlash of the power of the true yuan.

Even so, he is now at the end of his crossbow, and it is difficult to mobilize even the slightest bit of true yuan power.

As soon as the true yuan power disappeared, the giant sword suddenly let out a wail like chagrin, and it slipped from the air, and with a 'ding', it fell at Cheng Yiming's feet.

The wind seems to have stopped, and the snow is still falling.

He stood there, his face in pain, or despair.

I saw him slowly lean down, pick up the small sword that had been restored to its original state, and stare at it for a moment, the color of despair on his face became even stronger. Suddenly, I saw him turn around sharply and throw the little sword into the vast snow.

His whole body seemed to dissolve into the vast wind and snow with the small sword thrown out.

Helpless.

These four words seem plain, but in fact, they are the greatest sorrow and pain in everyone's life!

It keeps you from struggling, resisting, and giving birth to even a shred of faith. It allows you to watch the tragedy happen, but you can't stop it, you can't change it. Even if you cut your body apart and your heart into pieces, you still have nothing to do!

Cheng Yiming withdrew his gaze from the vast flying snow, turned around and stretched out his hand, as if to make a last effort.

At no time, he will not give up even the last glimmer of hope.

But with his mortal body, how could he shake this thousand stones?

The wind seemed to rise again.

The wind had not yet set, and a faint blue figure seemed to have appeared in the wind.

"Such a spiritual weapon is enough to make many people crazy, you really can't bear to throw it away?" At this time, from the vast snow, a soft, crisp, and pleasant female voice suddenly came: "I thought you were a very calm person, but I didn't expect to become so impatient today!" ”

Before a sound was finished, a slender and agile woman suddenly appeared in front of Cheng Yiming.

This is a very special woman.

She looked young, but her eyes, which seemed to be able to speak, carried a kind of vicissitudes that ordinary people could not detect. She is not particularly beautiful, but she has a magical attraction, like a bowl of very home-cooked rice, although it is not a delicacies of the mountains and seas, but you can't control the desire to eat it.

When she stood here quietly, the flying snow in the sky seemed to condense in an instant.

Six out of nine days of snow fluttering, just like a jade girl under Qiong Yao.

No matter which man sees such a woman, he can't help but take a few more looks.

She is as green as blue.

'The sunrise river flowers are red, and the spring river is as green as blue', and in the mysterious and terrifying heavenly list, the fourth-ranked 'A Touch of Blue' is as green as blue!

Cheng Yiming didn't even move, still staring at the mountain rock in front of him.

"On this stone wall, there is a mysterious prohibition, if you use brute force alone, even if you cut it a hundred times, you may not be able to split it!" Green as blue slowly came to Cheng Yiming's side and said in a condensed voice: "You shouldn't know it." ”

Cheng Yiming naturally knew.

Although this forbidden array is mysterious, it is not a unique large array.

But Wang Yang was in danger alone, his heart was already in a mess, where could he care to study these things carefully. Perhaps as long as he paid a little attention, he could see that this seemingly ordinary stone wall was actually extraordinary.

Hearing her say this, Cheng Yiming's eyes seemed to have light again.

It was still dark in the corridor.

Black is weird, black is depressing.

The intermittent sound of grinding and sawing like an iron cone and scraping bones like a rusty knife came from the depths of the deep darkness and silence of the tunnel. This harsh sound makes people feel creepy and uncomfortable.

Suddenly, I heard a 'bang' sound, as if a sandbag had fallen to the ground.

There seems to be a glimmer of light.

Although this light is faint, it is especially obvious in this dark and dead passage.

With this faint light, I saw Wang Yang's originally thin figure, like a curled pangolin, crouching on the edge of the road. His lips were tightly closed, his face was pale and terrible, and the blood that had slid down the corners of his mouth had already condensed, reflecting a miserable glow, and it was so desolate and terrifying.

His eyes were half-closed, his expression was gloomy, and he saw that he was exhaling more and inputting less.

Let's da~ Let's da~ A figure dressed in black and wearing a ghost mask walked slowly.

The sound of the impact of the stepping stone ground, at this moment, is like the death knell suddenly sounded by the ancient temple in the deep mountains.

The ghost face stopped in front of Wang Yang, and he didn't know what kind of expression it was in his eyes. At that moment, he seemed to vaguely see the shadow of himself back then from the body of this tenacious young man. There was another glint of pain in his eyes.

"Why do you bother? Is her place in your heart really so important? Under the mask of the ghost, after sighing lightly, a pleasant woman's voice slowly came out. I was going to spare your life, do you think I really can't bear to use the Soul Searching Dafa on you? ”

After saying that, I saw him slowly stretch out his hand and caress it on Wang Yang's pale cheek.

Suddenly, I saw him laugh like a madman: "All this is your fault! Can't blame me! After saying that, the cold indifference in his eyes returned, and the hand that was originally on Wang Yang's face slowly turned into a claw.

"If you want to blame, you can only blame yourself!"

There was a bit of resentment in the ghost face's eyes, and he reached out like lightning and pressed it on the top of Wang Yang's head.

I saw that the slightest black qi was darker than the inside of the corridor, and it was even more gloomy and weird, slowly gushing out from the fingers of the ghost face, spiraling upward, and tightly wrapped around Wang Yang's head. The jet-black filaments of qi were like pervasive poisonous snakes, rushing into Wang Yang's nostrils and ears.

This trace of black qi not only penetrated into Wang Yang's body, but also melted into his soul.

The torment of the soul is far more intense and profound than that of the body.

Soul Searching Dafa.

This knife is not scraped on your flesh and bones, but on your soul!

The originally weak spiritual consciousness had begun to become weaker and more vague under the entangled black qi that was as pervasive as snakes and ants.

What is Death?

No one can tell, but there is no doubt that it is absolutely fair! No matter how humble or great a person is, he will become small and worthless in the face of death.

The moment his consciousness dissipated, it seemed that countless complicated things poured out together.

At that moment, he suddenly remembered a lot of past events.

The last of his consciousness finally disappeared.

The strange thing is that the last picture left in his mind is not that he, Cheng Yiming, and Huang Hongwei stole other people's apples together and were chased by the owner; It's not that he and Ye Zi sit quietly under the starry night sky, silent.

The last image left in his mind was that in the late autumn morning when he was six years old, he accidentally caught a glimpse of a dying autumn cicada on the branches and leaves covered with dewdrops, struggling to climb high up the branches.

The dew drops are as clear as jade, and the fine textures on the transparent cicada wings are clearly visible.

What is the true meaning of life?

Is it in the continuous hard work, enjoying the process of enrichment? Or strong tea and light wine, picking chrysanthemums in the east fence, and understanding the spirit of heaven and earth?

This seems to be a very complex issue.

Even if you ask 10,000 people, their real inner thoughts may be different.

In the dark corridor, there seemed to be a light again.

Suddenly, this faint light seemed to be lit up dozens of times in an instant, just like the fifteenth Lantern Festival, exploded in the deep space of fireworks, accompanied by a huge roar, the huge corridor was illuminated.

Before the aftermath dissipated, only a hysterical roar could be heard, and suddenly it came:

"Stop!"