Is Zhuge Haokong really dead?

At this moment, Liu Changsheng was confused, and even thought that Zhuge Haokong had really disappeared.

This is the cause and effect of the ages, and it involves the emperors! If Zhuge Haokong was in his heyday, maybe he could lay it out and try it.

But how can Zhuge Haokong be seriously injured?

Liu Changsheng walked into the bamboo house, locked himself in the room, and lowered his eyebrows and pondered.

"Sir, you really can't guess!"

Liu Changsheng's ears kept recalling Zhuge Haokong's words before he died, and he didn't know whether it was true or not.

This is the layout?

Or is it really dead?

Mo Yibai picked up a few strands of clothes on the ground and left Yuliu Mountain silently.

Along the way, Mo Yibai was speechless, and the years spent with Zhuge Haokong were constantly replaying in front of him.

Back at the Floating Tomb, Mo Yibai stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the starry sky.

The heavens of the five states of the Great World gradually had a glimmer of light, and the treasures of the major forces of the town clan all returned to their original places.

Everything that happened just now was like a big dream, which made people feel extremely unreal.

"Mr. Zhuge is really dead?"

The old guys of the major forces looked up at the clouds, as if they could see the figure of Zhuge Haokong who had been smiling and proud of the world.

He alone can make the emperors of ancient times bloom with a trace of style and fight the world again.

He alone can lay out millions of years, or even more distant times, which is incomprehensible.

He alone, although he is not the emperor, but he makes all emperors awe and calls him "sir".

"It's hard to have a person like him in millions of years."

This is the evaluation of Zhuge Haokong by countless great monks, and they respect it from the bottom of their hearts.

"The cause and effect involved by Mr. is too great, even with his ability, he can't escape the end of death."

In order to express their admiration for Zhuge Haokong, the strong people of the hundred tribes led the whole clan to salute in silence and pray to God.

"Third Master, are you dead?

Impossible, the third master is so powerful, how can he die? ”

In the floating tomb, An Chusheng and others wept one after another, unwilling to believe this fact.

A full year has passed, and the weather in Dashi has returned to its original state.

Liu Changsheng made a move and temporarily stopped the change in Yunjie Mountain.

As for how long it lasts, it depends on luck.

No matter what happens in the future, at least the world is peaceful now, and there is no turmoil.

In the floating tomb, Ye Yingxue came to the top of the mountain and saluted: "Master, is the third senior brother really dead?" ”

Mo Yibai didn't answer, like a sculpture, motionless.

After a long time, Ye Yingxue choked up, and said, "If you can, the disciple wants to erect a monument for the third senior brother." ”

Mo Yibai's tone was extremely flat: "Let's talk about this matter after your Ninth Senior Brother [www.biquwu.biz] comes back!" ”

"Yes, Master."

Ye Yingxue nodded and bowed: "The disciple retreated first." ”

Ye Yingxue knew that she couldn't carry the beams of the floating tomb, so she didn't have any complaints.

The third senior brother died, this matter is indeed too big, if you really let Ye Yingxue handle it, it is difficult to guarantee that there will be no accidents.

The third senior brother Zhuge Haokong is involved in many causes and effects, even if he wants to erect a tablet and engrave words, it will cause the wrath of Heaven.

With Ye Yingxue's strength, he couldn't fight against the Heavenly Dao, and he couldn't withstand a trace of cause and effect from the third senior brother Zhuge Haokong.

Ye Yingxue and the others didn't dare to come forward to disturb Mo Yibai, and were silently sad.

At the top of the mountain, Mo Yibai's right hand tightened, and he said to himself: "Are you really dead?" ”

Feeling the breath of eternal cause and effect gradually dissipating, Mo Yibai's heart tingled.

It is only when the causal person actually dies that the causal opportunity disappears.

Therefore, the fact in front of me is that Zhuge Haokong really sat down, leaving no trace of vitality.

At least, that's what is manifesting right now.

In the Great World Beizhou, Gu Hengsheng sat on the back of a black donkey, pulling the reins in his left hand and holding a wine jug in his right hand.

Gu Hengsheng's face was full of scum, he drank a lot, and his face was red: "I am in the clouds, but I am in the dust." ”

If you don't understand the path of origin for a day, you can't climb for nine days a day.

Gu Hengsheng had all kinds of pain in his heart, he didn't know who to confide in, and he didn't know who could understand.

Knowing that the third senior brother Zhuge Haokong was tortured, life was worse than death, and even died in the end.

Gu Hengsheng could only watch stupidly and couldn't do anything.

"Three thousand avenues, what is the origin?

The eternal and extreme kendo, is it really killing? ”

Gu Hengsheng will not follow the same path as Beigong Xin, if it is to kill the people of the world, it is the ultimate way of the sword, don't do it.

Beigong Xin doesn't care about this world, he doesn't care about hundreds of millions of living beings, but Gu Hengsheng can't do it.

Because in this great world, there are still many people that Gu Hengsheng wants to protect.

"Beigong Xin, because of you alone, the world is restless."

Gu Hengsheng said while drinking, hoping that he could use alcohol to numb himself.

There is no absolute good or evil, nor is there absolute right or wrong.

It can only be said that only strong people can protect the people and things they care about and fulfill their heart's wishes.

"If I stand in Beigong Xin's position, will it be the same?"

Sometimes, Gu Hengsheng would fall into a strange state of mind, as if he had transcended himself and turned into a gust of wind, a drop of water, and a mountain.

Beigong Xin was born a waste, and was subjected to the white eyes and ridicule of the people in the clan.

In such a situation, death is a relief.

However, Beigong Xin has an unimaginable Dao heart, he went against the sky all the way, practiced with a waste body, and created a unique method of cultivation for him.

Along the way, Gu Hengsheng was like a drunken person, exuding a strong smell of wine on his body, crossing mountains and seas.

The black donkey carried Gu Hengsheng without any complaints.

As long as Gu Hengsheng said a word, even if he let the black donkey die.

The road is far away, and the strange thing is that Gu Hengsheng did not encounter any risks and was unimpeded.

Perhaps, someone in the dark is escorting Gu Hengsheng, so that Gu Hengsheng can comprehend the method of transcending the avenue as soon as possible and see the origin.

During this time, Gu Hengsheng often dreamed, and often saw the shadow of the third senior brother Zhuge Haokong in his dreams.

Whenever Gu Hengsheng wanted to step forward and grab the figure of the third senior brother, Gu Hengsheng would wake up.

"Whew-" On this day, Gu Hengsheng woke up from his dream again and took a long breath.

After many years of traveling, Gu Hengsheng found that he had been dreaming a lot recently, and it was a little strange.

Even if Gu Hengsheng sealed his cultivation and Taoism, it would be impossible for him to dream, let alone so often.

"Third Senior Brother, are you trying to guide me forward?"

Gu Hengsheng looked ahead and muttered to himself.

In the dream, the figure of the third senior brother Zhuge Haokong was very vague, but Gu Hengsheng could be sure that it was the shadow of the third senior brother.

Because the figure in the dream has a familiar taste, it seems to be true and false, like a fantasy.