There was no comment, and everyone was blocked.

After Mrs. Ye placed the Infinity Stones, she looked at everyone and said with a smile: "During this time, thank you for your hospitality, my work has been completed, let's not change our ......"

Wangcai: "Green water flows forever." ”

In unison: "There will be a period later." ”

Swish~

The figures flickered, and the two disappeared.

Or in this world, on Mount Everest, the figures of Ye Tai and Wangcai appeared.

Wangcai looked at Mrs. Ye and said, "Little Golden Man, the divine mind has always been connected, if something goes wrong, I will take you away." ”

Mrs. Ye smiled and said: "Don't worry, I won't be reckless, I'm more afraid of death than anyone else, leave some thoughts in your mind, if something goes wrong, you will return immediately, it's a big deal not to have this battle immortal body." ”

"Be careful."

"Yes."

Ye Taizheng colored, the prismatic imprint between the eyebrows began to flicker brightly, and the space around him began to distort.

Swish~

Ye Tai's figure, like ink falling into a whirlpool, began to abstract up, towards a black "point" at the core, and blended in.

This is a bizarre passage, communicating a certain world outside the multiverse, outside the endless rules, and the inside is bizarre and nostalgic, and those abstract or fragmented pictures are exactly the scenes that Ye Tai has experienced over the years.

This is Ye Tai, desperately fighting for the danger of the collapse of Zhangliu's golden body, and snapping his fingers for the third time, and the passage that he has built to a certain world is both stable and unstable.

The reason why it is said to be stable is because after snapping the fingers, this passage exists almost permanently, somewhere behind the curtain of this world, similar to the mirror space of the Supreme Mage.

As long as the law of space leads to that spatial point, you can devote yourself to it.

And the reason why it is unstable is because in this channel, there is too strong turbulence, and time and space are distorted, which can tear and wear everything out at any time.

Like a ribbon floating in the water, the raging waves will not destroy the cloth that has "melted into it".

The cloth is real, but it can't be like a cross-sea bridge, a stable structure in the midst of the big waves, and can only go with the flow.

This is what Mrs. Ye experienced here.

This space-time channel, like a cloth, is bumpy and fluttering in the big waves, constantly changing its shape.

And those big waves are time and space.

Ye Tai couldn't fix the passage to a certain point in time, he could only rush out when the cloth experienced those barely stable waves of time and space!

Bizarre and motley.

There are many visions.

The scenes are lamentable and remembrance.

Ye Tai, who forcibly opened the golden body of Zhangliu, his physical body was melted into the waves of time and space, and he became abstract and distorted.

As long as the realm and will are sufficient, the golden body of Zhangliu is not necessarily an indestructible form, otherwise the golden body of the Buddha is not dirty, wouldn't it be difficult to change other things when you pick it up?

Therefore, at some point, the plasticity of the Zhangliu golden body is very strong.

But even so, his spirit was creaking, and the cracks on his body were even thicker and more terrifying.

In the waves of time and space, Mrs. Ye doesn't know how long she has passed, maybe it's a moment, maybe it's many years, the time here is just a embodied substance, which can't be measured.

The scenes he saw, some of which made him throb and wanted to rush in, some that made him sigh and couldn't bear to look at it directly, there were too many pictures of someone's life that he had witnessed.

But it's a pity that those pictures that make Mrs. Ye's heart throb and want to devote themselves to it are either just fragments, turbulence, and people can't devote themselves to it.

Either it's too early and you go in by yourself, but it will cause the plane that is not high-intensity to collapse, because there can be no two Ye Tai, this is the rule of that world, and it can't be accepted.

Either it's too late and you go by yourself, and you can only sigh in front of the grave, which is meaningless.

Jolt.

Vertigo.

The body is tearing.

The soul is draining its thoughts.

Ye Tai is in the turbulence of time and space, and gradually has a tendency to get lost.

He was even half a step away from the Golden Immortal, roaming in the waves of time and space, it was too reluctant.

If it weren't for the fact that this passage was not stable, he would have been annihilated long ago.

Wow~

The great waves of time and space rush by, and it is a huge wave with a stable and clear picture.

But the content in it made Mrs. Ye a little reluctant to invest in it.

"Go!"

In his mind, an ethereal voice sounded, which shocked Mrs. Ye with some confused thoughts.

It was Wangcai who reminded himself that if he didn't seize the opportunity, he might really waste his efforts and might be lost here.

Mrs. Ye regained her senses, gritted her teeth, and her abstract figure blended into this picture.

……

Central Plains.

A.D. 1542, the first day of the first month.

Happy New Year.

But there is not the slightest belief and atmosphere of the New Year.

The entire palace fell into silence.

The terminally ill and skinny Lord Yunluo was lying on the sickbed, making people cry constantly.

The air of sorrow is spreading.

The county lord of Yunluo, since the time he hit the ground, has been in the spotlight, and has been regarded as a pearl by everyone, and he is loved and treated kindly.

But at this time, at the age of 49, the county lord of Yunluo, who was past the time and knew the destiny of heaven, was so weak that people couldn't bear to look at it directly, coughing up blood constantly, and his anger was like a gossamer.

The five important ministers of Humin Villa, the third martial king Duan Zhengchun, the daughter of Guihai Yidao, Gui Haiyan Hui and others, stayed by the side of the county lord of Yunluo day and night.

took turns to renew the life of the Yunluo County Lord with deep true qi, but it had little effect.

The former lord of Yunluo, how vigorous and spiritual, there is a lot of twilight and death here.

The 50-year-old Wu Wang Cheng is right and wrong, has exhausted his majestic true qi, tired in the courtyard outside the bedroom, looking at the starry sky, his white goatee is trembling, silent and sad, and whispering to himself:

"Big brother, it's been thirty years, you're so ruthless......"

"Godfather!! Come on! Okay, a lot of blood ......."

Suddenly, I heard bad news from the house.

Cheng Zheng's heart was dripping blood, his fists were clenched, and he hurried back to the house.

On the sickbed.

The county lord of Yunluo has no vitality, his face is withered, three thousand green silks are gone, and he has almost white hair.

Fate is short, or fate is a blessing to this day, is the first thought of all witnesses.

More than a dozen white cloths were stained with blood next to the bed.

But even now, she is still smiling, just like these thirty years.

Maybe it was the return of the light, she didn't know where to find the strength, reluctantly raised her hand, trembling from the sachet, took out a dry lavender, almost into pieces,

Pick up the crumbs, soothe your cheeks, and sniff the pale, familiar smell.

Leaning on the futon, Yun Luo remembered something, and said weakly: "You, go out, go, don't, for me again, consume true qi in vain, let me, alone and Mrs. Ye, be dumbfounded." ”

As she spoke, she was completely lost in her eyes, as if she had been stolen from her three souls.

There was only that lavender in his eyes.

Everyone wanted to speak and stopped, full of sorrow, but they only gritted their teeth, did not utter a sigh, and only silently wept their clothes.

In the end, under the sigh of the father who has become a father and has matured a lot, everyone walked out of the house one after another.

Cheng Shifei was the last to walk out of the door, and he looked at Yun Luo for the last time, as if he saw the girl, beckoning himself in the lavender, like wearing flowers and butterflies flying.

But after everything was shattered, there was only this dying withered old man.

He sighed and said, "Yunluo, why did you say that the happy hour was gone forever...... Alas. ”

Crunch~

With that, he burst into tears, closed the door, and walked out.

The county lord of Yunluo finally couldn't hold back, and the only thoughts and obsessions made her numb and sluggish exude a weak smile, and she burst into tears in an instant.

Thousands of memories in my heart, a moment came to my heart, when the youth and the girl, when they were in their prime, they were full of vitality.

In the casino, in the palace, in the East Factory, which has been burned down, in the Dragon Guardian Villa, in the lavender flower sea......

Ha.

I have deceived myself for so many years, and I have forced my face to laugh for so many years......

I, I am, really, really, happy?

The joyful sounds of the past are still in my ears, like yesterday's memory.

But why, why, why,

Gone forever?

"Leaf ...... Too, a hundred years old is too far away, yes, I'm sorry, I'm still, so useless, not even half of it, didn't live ......"

Before he finished speaking, his strength dissipated, and his vitality came to an end.

The withered body slid down to the head of the bed, and the crumbled lavender finally turned into crumbs, scattering a bed, a place, and a house.

The breath was about to be extinguished, and an indescribably beautiful scene began to emerge in front of her eyes.

She saw an endless stream of light, coming from afar, breaking through the clouds and filling the courtyard, and shining through the windows of the courtyard into the house.

A vague figure, coming from the endless light, gradually became clear.

In his hand, he held a lavender that could bring the dead back to life.

She laughed and cried: "You, here." ”

"I'm coming."

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