Those people had never seen Ming Wu get angry along the way, and suddenly roared, and suddenly suppressed everyone, everyone looked at each other, the crowd was silent, Ming Wu panted and looked at everyone, and threw the person on the ground with a flick of his hand, he sneered: "Aren't you trying to find Mu Xindao?" Follow me. ”

The Penglai Immortals stood in place from beginning to end and watched them cheer and rush towards the mountain, he now felt that his consciousness was a little blurred, the sky was closed, the wind was fierce and frosty, the cold wind was torn to pieces with the voice of the clansmen, he could no longer hear what they were shouting, he could only stand quietly in place.

There was still joy in his heart, and he did it, bringing all the people here, and as long as they were here, they could live.

It's like the tight string suddenly relaxed, he feels that his body has reached the limit, and many times he feels that he can't resist it, but he is still relieved, Xu is there are too many worries in his heart, so he has been able to hold on to this day.

Now, he has fulfilled his mission.

He knew he was going to die.

Immortals and creatures of other races all have birth, old age, sickness and death, the difference is that he will live a little longer, but sooner or later it will be the day of feathering, even the ancient god Fuxi Nuwa is not spared, what else can he not accept?

But he was still a little worried about that child, he could clearly feel that Mingwu was different from him, although he had been raised by his side since he was a child, and had been experiencing wind, frost, rain and snow together, but the reason why he persevered was not to help the clansmen find the Pure Land, he could feel that Mingwu still had resentment in his heart, but he couldn't blame Mingwu, just like he couldn't save Penglai Island in the war.

This is the torrent of the times, even if they chose to be alone, it is only to delay the time to be affected, they are so small in the whole world, it is easy to be swallowed up, he told Ming Wu the truth, he hung his head and said nothing.

He has grown so big, after the war, his body is getting weaker and weaker, he basically handed over everything to Mingwu, this child is also hard-working, and has been taking care of himself every inch, he even sometimes wonders if he is too dependent on the child, so he challenges the limit of his tolerance day after day, he is always worried that Mingwu will not be able to bear to leave him, but Mingwu did not, but shouldered a heavy burden to bring them to the end.

Penglai Immortal staggered up and walked towards the vast snowfield on the other side, he could clearly feel that his body was becoming soft uncontrollably, as if he was wrapped in that divine light, Kunlun Mountain deserved to be one of the several pure lands, the clear and pure qi surrounded him, soothing his numb branches, he felt a lot more comfortable, stopped for a while, regained some strength, and walked towards the mountain stream again.

If he can die here, it will also be a good place for him.

Then the child will be free.

Find Mu Xindaoren, when he sees Ming Wu, he will know what he wants to ask him to do, although he has caused trouble to his senior brother, please ask his senior brother to let them open their own home here.

And he will turn into spring flowers, rain, snow, wind and rain and dew, wandering on the battlefield eroded by war for a long time, and using the last trace of immortal power to purify the devastated earth. He was about to die, and before he died, he did something that an immortal should do, and he no longer had any regrets.

He slowly closed his eyes.

The group of people was led to the place where the snow collapsed, and they all froze in place for a moment, and the person standing in front of them threw his feet on the ground with weak feet, and muttered in amazement, "Oh my God...... Here's what's going on......"

Under the snow of the entire Kunlun Mountain, there are many corpses and bones, scarlet seeping into the frozen snow, layered on top of each other, thousands, shocking to see, making people feel terrified.

Deathly silence in the middle of a snowy field.

Ming Wu glanced at the dazed people from afar, and then withdrew back to find the Penglai Immortals, he stepped on the rugged mountain road step by step back to the original place, he knew that he must not waver, they did their best, in the endless despair of stepping on the corpses to find hope in despair, but when this hope was just a mirror, he felt as if he had a long dream.

This dream was woven to them by the Penglai immortals, but the reality is so cruel, it's not that you do your best, you can reap the rewards, they outline unrealistic fantasies, when the illusions are shattered, can they bear the consequences?

The sky is cracking, the water clouds are condensed, thousands of miles are flying giant Yue, Jin Ge is falling like a torrential rain, the air is more than Xiao Han, swallowing mountains and rivers angrily, this is the strength of the pursuit now, and the price paid for it, the beacon fire, the dust is endless, the dragon fights the fish, the corpses are all over the field, under this war, who dares to have spring and Jingming, the four seas are quiet.

This is the bloody truth.

He had woken up from his dream.

He wants to take the Penglai immortals out of here, they go back, back to Penglai Island, although it is now scorched earth everywhere, not a single grass grows, but as long as the immortals go back, whether it is ten years or a hundred years, one day will usher in the time when the world will be peaceful and a hundred flowers will bloom.

But he couldn't find any trace of the immortal everywhere, he was no longer in place, as if he had been erased, clean and disappeared without leaving a trace.

Ming Wu was stunned in disbelief, and even thought for a moment that the Penglai Immortal was also looking for Muxin Daoren, but he knew the physical condition of the immortal well, he was now a candle in the wind, and the fire of life could be extinguished at any time, it was already a miracle to be able to hold on here, and he didn't expect a miracle to appear a second time.

Unless......

Unless the immortals want to leave on their own.

Thinking of this, he didn't hesitate at all, and used all his strength to release the phantom spell, it was not easy to find a person's trace in the vast snowfield, not to mention that he was also the last of the strong crossbow, but he was willing to give it a try.

Countless white spirit birds flew out of his body, spilling out in all directions.

When Penglai Immortal was still conscious, he seemed to feel that his body was being picked up, and his movements were extremely gentle, as if he was afraid of disturbing his sleep, this warmth was very familiar, like the warmth of countless painful nights on his forehead.

He opened his eyes.

Ming Wu was walking towards the bottom of the snow mountain step by step, and he smiled at the Penglai Immortal and said, "Disciple will take you back." ”

Penglai Immortal smiled weakly: "Have you found Senior Brother?" ”

Ming Wu paused for a moment, nodded and said, "Found it." His voice was hoarse and low, but gently wrapped around his body: "Don't worry. ”

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