Prologue

When I was sad and desperate, I jumped down from the top of the moon with the formed dream pillow in my arms, and fell rapidly, only to see the clouds and mist falling layer upon layer, the wind howling and the flesh hurting, and the force of the fall and the power of the back of the float formed two tears, and finally pushed my soul out of this body, seeing the green light of the dream fairy pillow, like a floating reverse twisting spiral gate, rippling in a circle, the center mouth formed a huge suction, I happily reached out to the center, but at this time a strange wind blew, My soul was blown to the side too lightly, and I didn't know where it was drifting when it was swaying and muddy.

At this time, a voice came from his ear: "Li Mengdie, you could have returned to the modern era with the help of the Dream Pillow, but you tried to tamper with history and almost caused irreparable changes in the world, so as a punishment, you will be relegated to the cycle of time and space again, wake up!" This will be an even more chaotic chaotic time, you are so self-conscious, only when you remember who you are, can you go back to your time, otherwise you can only be a dead thing that is a cold bystander, eternal life.

"The famous sword is merry, the iron is in the air, and the glory is thousands of miles of snow. The is still dreaming of a good time, and she has no care about life and death. Laughter, cloud sleeves dance, raise a glass to invite the moon to drunk the rivers and lakes. As long as the world cries, the hero's romance is bitter. ”

In the last days, the heroes rose together, competing to chase the five ancient artifacts that contained infinite power in the world to win the world. And the most likely winners are not only the arrogant and arrogant young lord Lu Qingyu, the scheming Zhao Mingxiu and the mysterious red-clothed priest, because there are countless ambitions hidden in the obscure confusion.

The two demon girls of the Western Regions and Beihai each deduce different love histories, it is difficult to make a trade-off between love and righteousness, and they can't stop, even if they have no complaints and hurt themselves, and tears are shed for thousands of miles, but they can't make the hero stay, and the last thing that surfaces is the word "love" that is torn apart by fate......

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"The universe was formed, chaotic and unclear, and its pregnant god Pangu was angry at the darkness and loneliness, and he was sharpened for seven hundred and seventy-four days to be a divine axe, breaking through the dark shell and coming out to divide the heavens and the earth. The great god is at peace and carefree, and he dies at the end of his life, but his grace continues, he embodies all things, and his blessings are extensive. Later, there are Nuwa, Fuxi, Shennong, and the gods of Aoxing are sacred, leaving 'Zhongyin Dingqin, Tahu Stone Sword Mirror', and Pangu Divine Axe are called the top ten artifacts, and the spirit is vast, and there are countless demons. In the year of the famine, the tribes fought endlessly for it, so that rivers of blood flowed and the soil withered and scorched. There are Xuanyuan clan and the people of the Du tribe are in difficulty, and they swear to collect ten major artifacts, and then they get it, and they call themselves the Yellow Emperor, and then the flood and famine return to one. ”

- "The Book of the Great Wilderness: Ten Artifacts"

The white grass is vast, the wind is strong, and the air of heaven and earth is integrated into one. There was a faint aura of slaughter between the dead leaves, but the momentary silence kicked off the prelude to the upcoming war, as if it wanted to build up a momentum for this battle of the century.

In the middle of the vastness of heaven and earth, a black figure with a straight posture stood proudly among them. He seems to be despising everything around him, whether moving or static, and he seems to be peeking into the mystery of heaven and earth, or he is sympathizing with the ignorance of the world, or he is mocking his own insignificance. No one can guess what he is thinking, maybe he can't find anyone who can understand him in his life, his life is destined to be lonely.

A hurricane struck, his black coat was hunting and dancing, his face was buried deep in his cloak, and it was enough to look at those bare eyes. If the deepest in this world is the sea, the brightest is the stars, the most charming is the flowers, and the clearest is nectar, then these eyes are the best of all they have, so the world also calls these eyes the magic pupils, and it is said that his master can kill people with these eyes alone.

The people still did not move, and the heavy breathing of the enemy troops who were lying in ambush not far away, waiting for the arrival of the large army, was already ringing in the ears. The man in black didn't care at all, maybe it wasn't the voice he was waiting for, maybe what he was waiting for was the majestic man who was riding on a sweaty BMW less than a mile behind him.

The enemy was already very close, and it was discernible from the sound of horses' hooves. It wasn't until the grass stems and dirt that were swept by the horse's hooves swept by the wind rushed in front of him that the magic pupil had focus, and at the same time, a roar that pierced the sky came from behind: "Kill-" The owner of the demon pupil seemed to be ordered, and there was an extra golden sword in his hand, the sword body was coiled by a five-clawed golden dragon, the dragon's eye was two green and shining jasper, and the hilt of the sword was engraved with two seal characters - Xuanyuan.

The deafening sound of horses' hooves was in my ears, and the mighty enemy army had been slaughtered in front of me, and this black-clothed seat was tall and straight, like a drop in the ocean compared to the thousands of people, as if it would be crushed into a puddle of flesh after the dust and grass mustard rolled.

The man in black just took a short breath, raised the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand, raised it horizontally, and waved his arms. A blue light roared out with the end of the sword, swirling, branching, and spreading as it continued to advance, as if it had been infused with a soul. But under the shroud of blue light, thousands of centaurs didn't seem to have woken up, but instead accelerated their pace of progress, wanting to crush the arrogant guy in front of them in an instant. The man in black laughed indifferently, and saw that the blue light had turned into a dense net of light, and the large group of centaurs had already become fish in the net, the difference was that the fisherman only wanted live fish in the net, while the man in black collected the net to put the things in the net to death.

At the moment when the Xuanyuan Sword was unsheathed, the light net was also rapidly retracting and contracting, and then the entire field was filled with a strong smell of blood. After the blue light receded, all of them remained still for a long time, as if the most talented sculptor was the proudest work. Another gust of wind blew, and the earth was calm again. It's just that the thousands of sculptures are so weak that they disappear in a moment, leaving only a little dust moving with the wind, I don't know which side of the soil will become, whether it can return, and where the soul will depend.

"Yuwen Sage, you have made miraculous achievements this time, and when I move into Jiankang, I will definitely crown you as the national teacher of my Great Sui." Emperor Wen stroked his beautiful hair and eagerly put his arm on the shoulders of the man in black.

"Thank you for your grace." The man in black hurriedly knelt down on one knee, but he couldn't hear any mood from his tone, no excitement, no joy, and no gratitude, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

Emperor Wen and his entourage have gone far away, but they can still hear him say: "This battle of Niushan has made Chen Guo unable to form an army, and in the future, our army can rest assured that it will go south and take the capital." The man in black didn't follow, but stood up silently, scanning the vast land, a trace of sadness crossed his lilac eyes, and the feelings contained in them were the same as the red dust tears shed by Shakyamuni when he became a Buddha. He stretched out his long, slightly pale hand, and shook a handful of dust in the wind, then clenched it tightly, letting the crumb slide down his fingers.

"As a soldier, you can't fight bloodily and shroud yourself in horse leather, but just die like this, you must be very unwilling!" There was some firmness in the demon pupils: "Then remember the name of your enemy, his name is Yuwen Tuo." ”

"The grass here will definitely grow more luxuriantly next year......