When Kongqiu returned home dejected, it was already dark. There were four rare lights in the house, and my mother and brother were busy inside and outside the house, and the sound of sawing wood came from the yard.

He walked into the courtyard and saw Carpenter Lu sawing the big pine tree by the moonlight, presumably to make furniture. His daughter was helping him deliver tools, and from time to time she peeked at Meng Pi at work. The youngest son of the carpenter Lu had just been able to run, and he was enjoying himself in the yard, and from time to time he stumbled, and he got up and continued to run, holding in his hand the small wooden axe that his father had made for him, and wielding it decently.

Kong Qiu looked at the pine tree, which had almost been made into a coffin when Peng Keng came. At that time, Peng Yuer was still young, and her tearful appearance made everyone think that Peng Keng was really dead, and they couldn't help but feel sorry for her. No one knew that since then, Conciu had fallen in love with the girl, although he never expressed it clearly.

The sound of joy in the distance seemed to be able to reach his ears, and he knew that it was impossible, that it was too far away from Master's house. But the voice did not stop in his heart for a moment, stirring him mad, and like a flood, he was so muffled that he could not breathe. He couldn't help but grab his chest, wanting to tear it open and let out that breath.

Carpenter Lu was the first to see Kongqiu, he stopped the saw in his hand, and said loudly, "The bridegroom has returned?" and then he also noticed that something was wrong with Kongqiu. Conciula walked in front of him as if he had not heard or seen.

Meng Pi and his mother, who heard the voice, came out and asked him worriedly what was wrong. Kong Qiu couldn't say a word, only felt a stuffy and hot breath on his chest, for fear that tears would flow out of his mouth. After a long time, he shook his head hard: "No need to prepare." With that, he went back to the house and lay down on the bed.

At this time, he realized that he had come back with a burden. When did you get it? I guess after the apprenticeship ceremony, when I walked out of Peng's house in a trance, it was as if someone had handed me something. Who handed it to him, maybe it was Yang Hu, he wished he could never go back.

Outside the door, although the mother's voice was very quiet, Kong Qiu's Soul Flying Technique had already sensed it unconsciously. Mother was instructing Meng Pi to let him go to Peng's house to see if something had happened. Peng Keng's house is at the foot of the mountain, far from the village, no wonder the people in the village don't know the news. Perhaps, Peng Keng and Mao deliberately did not make any publicity, only the villagers in that area know.

Kongqiu wanted to stop his mother, but felt that it was pointless. Either way, sooner or later, they have to know. Let my brother go, he told his mother, and he saved himself from telling his mother. He didn't know how to speak.

Outside the door, the voice of the carpenter comforting his mother, the sound of leaving with his children, could not be heard clearly, Kong Qiu stared at the roof, only felt that the world was spinning, he buried his head in the burden, and fell asleep groggy.

Firelight, skyrocketing fire. Wildfires everywhere burned the otherwise silent night sky. The sound of fighting and wailing on the battlefield rang out. Above the pasture, thousands of troops and horses fought back and forth. Tens of thousands of Xiqi soldiers in bright armor swept wildfire like a raging wind and burned towards Chaoge. Standing between them were 170,000 ragged slaves armed with swords and spears. Behind the slaves were 10,000 neat-looking Yin Shang forbidden troops.

However, behind these swords and spears, flesh and blood fights, an even more tragic battle is going on silently between heaven and earth. The red-eyed soldiers only had the enemy in their eyes, and they didn't feel the collision of the huge energy between heaven and earth at all, and in the darkness of the dark night, in the darkness where the wildfire could not shine, the biggest war between soul hunters since the opening of Pangu was going on with unprecedented tragedy.

Rewind time to three years ago, when Di Xin and Daji returned to the dormitory with the soul stone in their hands, they both looked at each other silently.

After a while, Di Xin spoke: "You are farther away from me than last time." ”

Daji lowered his head and whispered, "Near Chaoge, the Heavenly Hunter is powerful, I think it must be because of this that I will run so far." Her tone was calm and genuine, and even she demanded that she believe it, and that was the reason.

Di Xin stretched out his hand to hug her: "It's okay, no matter how far away, every time I wake up, you are by my side." Otherwise, how miserable I would have been for the long night without you. Before waking up, just like a person in a dream, it seems to be awake, and only after waking up does he know how ridiculous the things in the dream are. ”

Daji looked up at him, and Di Xin's face was majestic and handsome, with sharp edges and corners. It seems that every generation is like this, just as every generation is a peerless beauty. Daji whispered, "It's not necessarily bad in a dream, and it's not necessarily good to wake up." ”

Di Xin frowned: "You don't seem to be the same as before, the tone of your voice. I remember that when I was Chiyou, the qi of Pangu was still there, Xuanyuan sacrificed to the sky with the qi of Pangu, opened the gate of heaven, and the hunters of heaven fell from the sky like a rain of fire, covering the sky, and the hunters under my command were slaughtered. Although I fled to Mount Tai and borrowed the power of the Divine Monarch, I was still defeated by Xuanyuan and beheaded by him. You were the last to fall beside me, and you remember what you said to me then?"

Daji whispered: "A dream in a hundred years, why not be afraid of wandering spirits." ”

Di Xin hugged her tightly: "When I was Kong Jia, you were born under the Fenglong clan. How heroic you were when you and your father came to train my dragon. Those two dragons, who exhausted the power of the Divine Monarch for thousands of years to find under Mount Tai, could have helped us to dominate the world and fulfill the wish of the Divine Monarch. But the Sky Hunter besieged the summer capital, first said that I was sick, transferred you away, and killed the female dragon. and set me in ambush while I went out of the city to worship thy father. I still remember that when I was besieged by the flying spirits and my soul was scattered, I saw you riding a dragon to save me. I can't count how many days you killed hunters in that battle. It was from that time onwards that the celestial hunters in the human world became scarce. And the price is that you are once again gone, and the dragon dies of exhaustion. From then on, there was no real dragon in this world. “

Tears slid from the corners of Daji's eyes, and what he could remember, she would only remember more clearly. Dragon, what kind of creature is that? The Divine Monarch said that it was the soul fetus that existed in this world before Pangu opened the heavens, and it was the most primitive energy. The body of a dragon is made of energy, which can be large or small, light or heavy. The dragon's food is not fish and shrimp, not birds and beasts, but souls. Feed on the soul before feeding it. This is what the Divine Monarch told the Fenglong Clan, and the Fenglong Clan was not chosen by the Divine Monarch, but by her. Because she was born in this family, this family is destined to become the Fenglong clan, because she is the one who wants to raise dragons for Kong Jia.

Di Xin tilted his head, his eyes flashing with anger: "So, when I became Xia Ji, I searched all over the world to find dragons. I was still dreaming at the time, I didn't know, I was actually looking for you. I searched every tribe and city with dragon legends, and in the end, I didn't find the dragon, but I found you. You woke me up from my dream again, and made me understand that everything in this world is nothing but a dream, and these walking flesh bodies are nothing but containers for souls.

Interestingly, in the records of these people from generation to generation, there is always a strange thing, why every few hundred years, there will be a king, next year when he was young, it was normal, or rather, very wise and martial, but suddenly one day he became the so-called faint king. What do they know about these frogs at the bottom of the well? How do they know the truth about soul power, the truth about the universe?"

Daji lowered her head, and Di Xin couldn't see her expression, only to feel two large tears falling on her legs. She remembered the time when she was a sister. By then she was far away from him, even farther away than she is today, but it was only in distance. Di Xin was right, she was farther away from him than she was at a time. When Xia Jian found her, it took three years, and this time, it took seven years for Di Xin to find her.

Although she woke up earlier than him, she really woke up in the Xuanyuan Ancient Tomb. Before that, she was also in a dream, but it was a little shallower than his. She may have really avoided him subconsciously, otherwise, when he came to Su Guocheng, why didn't she feel it for a long time and refused to show up?

But she still appeared in the end, because of her fate, or because she knew deep down in her soul, this time, she still couldn't escape. It's time to wake up, or it's time to wake up. Maybe one day she will not wake up, but certainly not this time.

Now that you wake up, you have to do what you have to do. Whether it succeeds or not, this is fate, the meaning of her and his existence.

Perhaps, as the Divine Monarch said, when the universe comes to an end, the Divine Monarch will take the two of them through the catastrophe together.

Daji raised her head, the tears were dry, she looked at him coquettishly, hugged him, and whispered in Di Xin's gradually heavy breathing: "You look down on this skin, why do you hold me every time we meet again?"

Di Xin hugged her tightly and pressed her down on the bed: "This is probably the only good. When that day comes, I may miss the feeling of having this kind of flesh. “

Daji's voice trembled, with a nasal voice of ecstasy, but the words she said were like winter: "That queen, you can't stay, she has the potential of a soul hunter, she has been by your side for so long, and if she can't be detected by you, she will definitely be a heavenly hunter in the future." ”

Di Xin paused slightly, and a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes. Although I was in a dream before, I still remember my love for many years. He has been a man many times, he has been a man for many years, his soul cannot be unaffected, human nature, as long as he has been in the human body, as long as he has grown up from childhood to adulthood, the people around him have been passed on and passed on, and he has been exposed to it, it will exist.

Daji pressed her arms and hugged Di Xin, and the moans in her mouth were indistinct. Di Xin let out a deep sigh in his heart, and his heart hurt like a tear.

Three days later, Di Xin announced that Empress Jiang, narrow-minded and vicious, killed the palace maid with a rod and roared at the Son of Heaven. Abolish the Jiang family as a concubine. Three days later, Jiang committed suicide in the harem, and before his death, blackbirds gathered, covering the sky and the sun, and tightly sealed the sky over the palace.

A shadowless and invisible flying soul rose from Jiang's body, hovered three turns in front of Jiang's body, and rushed straight to the sky. However, the blackbird that obscured the sky had blocked the sky, and there was no gap to be found. The Flying Soul moved sideways quickly, trying to find the edge of the Blackbird, but the Blackbird's speed was just as fast, moving with the Flying Soul like a piece of black cloth flying in the wind, always covering the Flying Soul in the middle. And there were blackbirds rushing up and passing through the flying souls. With each pass, the Flying Soul became a little weaker.

Time passed little by little, and the flying soul became weaker and weaker, slower and slower. The Blackbird finally rushed into a chaotic fight. When they finally dispersed, there was no more of a geism.

Di Xin and Daji stood on the high platform, looking at the sky above the queen's bedchamber. Di Xin muttered, "You're right, she's really the foundation of the Heavenly Hunter. ”

Daji nodded: "There must be many such people, there must be many more songs, and there are even more in the world." Although the sacrifice of the Sky Hunter in the battle of the dragon slayer was heavy, it was not without survivors. The Qi of Pangu was exhausted, the door of Yin and Yang was locked, and some of them went back, and some stayed. The soul power of human beings is also constantly differentiating into the rudiments of heavenly hunting and earth hunting. It's a battle with no end until one side completely eliminates the other. “

The sky seemed to get lower, and above the sky, there was a faint sound of thunder, and then, lightning slashed down frantically. The sky was filled with lightning and rain. A few blackbirds, which had not had time to fly away, were drenched with wings by the torrential rain, and were cleaved to the ground by lightning from the sky, fluttering their wings and struggling to breathe.

Di Xin raised his head and looked at the sky. Far above, someone seemed to be venting their anger and sadness. But eventually, the thunder stopped and everything returned to calm. Di Xin sighed: "It's over. “

Daji also looked up at the sky: "It's begun." ”