Wake up from a dream

Qingcheng clouds in the evening. The sunset is just right, the sunset is scarlet, and the sky is bloody like a slaughter.

There is a folk weather proverb: the morning glow does not go out, and the sunset travels thousands of miles.

Nan Qing stood outside the living room, looking up at the sky, and suddenly remembered this proverb in this situation, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, feeling that it was very appropriate.

It's going to be a thousand miles.

Inside the house, Linan hurriedly packed up the spiritual weapons and documents in the secret room, and those that could not be brought were all burned with a fire. Lin Yan stood aside, crying one by one to stop him, leaving Nan to ignore him, and when he put the fire down, he had a hatred to vent. Finally stopped the Xun, Lin Yan knelt down with a plop, crying and said, "This is what Master made for me on my birthday last year, stay and leave the south." The fire in Li Nan's hand flickered a few times, and finally turned to other spiritual weapons. Everything in Qingcheng Cloud, from people to living beings, seems to be in a hurry, everyone is busy, for the destruction of this Qingcheng Cloud, to be able to continue to survive.

Nanqing asked Lin Yan to go to the back mountain to split a crack in the barrier, and told those innocent creatures in Qingcheng Cloud to run out, before he made this decision, he seemed to have predicted that Qingcheng Cloud would be turned into a pile of ashes under the hands of the Hades King in the near future. In such a stunning immortal land as Qingcheng Cloud, the creatures bred are naturally reasonable, and those animals that had been good friends with Lin Yan hesitated on the edge of the enchantment, looking at him with bright eyes, making bursts of sighs, leaning on Lin Yan's side and not wanting to leave.

Lin Yan raised his eyes and waved at them, his eyes were red: "Go!" Let's go! ”

Lin Yan didn't know why he let these animals out, he didn't know why Linan would burn down the secret room, he didn't know why Nanqing looked so melancholy, he didn't know why he just ran out and changed all the appearance of Qingcheng Cloud, he didn't know why his blue blood was so special, he didn't know where his relatives were, he didn't know how his people were now, he didn't know why he came to Qingcheng Cloud, he didn't know why Nanqing didn't allow him to go out of the mountain for half a step, He didn't know how his pursuit of freedom had violated the interests of others, and he didn't know why people he had never seen were so mercilessly killed.

He only knew what he had done wrong, he was a sinner in Qingcheng Cloud.

Lin Yan watched those creatures leave one by one in the back mountain, and heard a strange sound from the bottom of the mountain from a distance, at first it was only an occasional soft sound, Lin Yan thought it was the sound of some treasure in the secret room being burned, but the sound became louder and louder, more and more clear, and in the end, Lin Yan had recognized that it was the sound of shouting and fighting. He thought to himself: It's not good, so he hurried down the mountain. In front of him, the people of the Hades King and the people of the Ear Neng Xianmen have already entered the Qingcheng clouds, Nanqing and Linan are surrounded by everyone, the two stand in the middle of the crowd, Nanqing uses charms to set up the array, and Linan holds a sword to kill the people who interfere with the formation, even if their martial arts are unmatched in the Kyushu territory, but the total enemy is not the thousands of troops and horses over there, and Linan and Nanqing are already seriously injured, and their clothes are stained with blood. Lin Yan was trembling, his eyes were red, he raised his eyes and was about to rush to this side, when he was suddenly hugged by someone from behind.

His arms were weak, but he clung to them with all his might.

"Qin Wangchuan! You let me go! ”

"Master said that you can't go over no matter what!" Qin Wangchuan crossed his hands and clenched them tightly.

"Qin Wangchuan!" How could that weak young man be able to resist Lin Yan's strength, Lin Yan used his elbow to force his back, and the young man sat on the ground.

"Lin Yan! You were saved by Master with your life! You go out now, do you think you are worthy of his intentions! Wangchuan got up and hugged Lin Yan's thigh.

Lin Yan looked at the master in the distance, who was once dressed in white and had a good demeanor, but now he was standing in the crowd covered in blood, ravaged and humiliated by those dirty and evil descendants, he had already reached the verge of madness, kicked Qin Wangchuan away, held the sand in his hand, and rushed towards this side. I didn't feel anything strange behind me.

A young man in a blue shirt rushed from behind him with a sword, and when he reached his back, a young man in white stuck to Lin Yan's back and blocked the sword for him. The sword was inserted into his chest, and the wound was like the blood lotus in the pond in front of Lin Yan's room, as big as blooming in white, Lin Yan was there, not daring to look back. Qin Wangchuan fell to the ground with a sword, covered in blood, dragging Lin Yan's clothes, and said vaguely: "Don't go." Lin Yan fell to his knees with a thud, hugging the young man with a pale face and covered in blood, his voice seemed to be stuck in his throat, and a million sentences of "Why are you so stupid", "I'm sorry", "Thank you", "Okay", "I'm not going", "I promise you" squeezed into his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound no matter what, he nodded desperately and kept crying.

Qin Wangchuan grabbed his arm: "Lin Yan, don't go." ”

Later, the lotus flower died one winter day, and the blood-colored petals were scattered in the pond.

Lin Yan was sad for a long, long time.

Lin Yan has experienced countless life and death, but he has never remembered it. This time, it was the first parting experienced in just seventeen years of life, and the world was separated, never to see each other again. The cry went from a shallow whistle to a resounding sky, from grief to anger. The young man in Tsing Yi was stunned in place, the young man in Xuanyi in front of him, his eyes were bloodshot, his eyes were red, his hair was angry, he slowly got up with the sword that emitted a faint cold light, facing him, the corners of his mouth bent, a fierce and evil smile, he walked slowly, he wanted to turn around and run for his life, but no matter what, he was frozen in place.

The sand pierced the man's chest.

Without stopping, it was as if the once suppressed evil was released at this moment.

He rushed into the crowd, waved his eyes, and with just a sword shadow, he killed a piece, he broke through one corner of the crowd, and then tore the crowd apart little by little, and finally stood in front of the master. Lin Yan had already killed his eyes, he stood there, and no one dared to move forward. Chu Yuan stood outside the crowd, and a voice came from the darkness: "If anyone can capture him alive, the deputy general of the underworld army will be whoever." When the people heard this, first a few dared to rush forward, and then all of them.

There are many reasons why people are desperate, some for status and power, and some for those who want to protect.

The young man had already killed his red eyes, ignoring Nan Qing and Li Nan desperately blocking behind him. The crowd is getting smaller and smaller, and the boy is getting more and more crazy, he is stabbed all over with blood, and the dark color blocks the blue blood from penetrating, but every time he takes a step, blood flows down from the hem of his shirt.

He finally killed the last one, and the remaining Chu Yuan had already fled when he saw this.

He stood among the piles of corpses, his face bewildered. I don't know if it's sadness or relief. Qingcheng Cloud is night at this time, the stars in the sky are the same as in the past, flashing and flashing, like Wangchuan's bright eyes, such a beautiful scenery, but I can no longer appreciate it, every grass and tree, every living being, every person, are destroyed in their own hands.

The demon was mad and angry, and everyone fell, and he fell.