Maybe you should wake up from a dream, even if the beautiful heart is broken, even if the nightmare is like water, you should wake up, even if it is a dream that is destined not to wake up, even if it is ...... It's not a dream.

The years go by, thousands of years, maybe in a moment of stroke, and I don't know how many years have passed this time.

Do you remember it, child, maybe you have forgotten it, so do you still remember your original intention, and do you regret it?

Oh...... He's coming, it's time for you to go, it's time for him to wake up.

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"Lao Mo, do you think we will succeed" An obese figure in the wide and gray tomb walked from a distance, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth casually, and his words were deeply tired.

The middle-aged man known as Lao Mo took out a quaint octagonal compass, raised his hand and twisted it on the compass, the ethereal halo scattered in a circle, and the compass in the middle-aged man's hand began to become blurry, as if shrouded by endless clouds and smoke, Mo Chen put away the compass with a little disappointment, and pointed to the endless darkness at the end of the tomb with a firm gaze and said, "Qianmo Zhang's family can't break the inheritance in our generation, I have to go down in life or death, since the ancestor left that paragraph, he must have his reason." ”

In the darkness behind the middle-aged man, a woman with a knife said worriedly, "Mo Chen, isn't it good for the three of us to go out and live an ordinary life, why do we have to find that tomb against the sky to change the world's qi, do we really want to ......?"

The middle-aged man called Mochen turned his head to look at the woman with the knife, and there was a trace of unbearability on his face, "Sakura, you understand...... I have to do this, not only for me to be fat, but for you!"

Mochen turned his head and looked at the darkness in front of him, and whispered to the woman behind him sincerely, "Sakuraki is still the same sentence, you are still young, you are talented, there are still too many beautiful things in this world waiting for you to pursue......

"Mochen! In terms of talent, there are a few people in this world who can surpass the martial soul for the Holy Dao Sword to get you, and you know ......"

"Mo Yingluo, please be cautious !!" Mo Chen indifferently interrupted the woman's confession, and walked forward without looking back, the fat man hurriedly followed, and the two walked to the depths of the tomb one after the other, leaving only the knife-wielding girl's eyes standing in place and crying alone.

As if he couldn't bear the pear blossoms behind him to bring rain, Mochen slowly stopped, Sakura saw Mochen stop, and hurriedly raised his head and looked at Mochen's back expectantly, but only waited for an indifferent response: "If you still have my senior brother, there is the master outside, you are still the third young master of the Zhang family's generation, you will obediently wait here or go back." When the words fell, the black clothes fluttered, and the man walked to the depths of the tomb without looking back.

Leaving the little junior sister who was unable to support her body, she slipped and fell to the ground, looking blankly ahead.

The fat man in front of him couldn't bear to persuade Mochen when he saw this scene, but when he saw the pain on the man's face, the words could only turn into a sigh......

Silent, the two walked for a long time, and along the way, corpses were everywhere, desolate everywhere, broken armor, broken blades, and sprinkled all the way.

With a loud roar, the fat man walked slower and slower after killing a stone ape guarding the tomb in front of him with four deep visible bone scars in his chest, and after exchanging injuries for injuries, the fat man walked slower and slower until he stopped completely, Mo Chen looked back at his eyes and said nothing, didn't ask anything.

The fat man lowered his head and didn't dare to look at Mo Chen's eyes, the two were in such a stalemate, and after a long time, the fat man took a deep breath and looked up at Mo Chen's eyes and said with a wry smile. Lao Mo, from the beginning, you and the master ransomed me from the widow who raised pigs in the rich man's village, and then you helped me to channel the spirit and open the pulse to become a spirit person, help me gather spirit and nourish my body to become a spirit master, and finally helped me grab Cui Yingluo in the Lin Kingdom and let me gather the spirit into a spiral to become a generation of spirit Zun I have not forgotten, I still remember your joy when I became a spirit and your joy after becoming a spirit venerable, in fact, I decided that I will follow you in this life since you named me Mo and abandoned hatred. ”

Mo Chen closed his eyes and slowly turned his head and walked forward without saying a word, the fat man behind him knelt on the ground with a bang and shouted to Mo Chen in front of him, "Mo Chen, I know I can't persuade you back, and this so-called 'tomb against the sky' You will be desperate to break in, but you can give up everything, I can't, but I can help you guard you You have to give up, I'm fat I'm sorry for you, but I understand that the Zhang family can't do without the queen, there are only three people in this generation, what about the next generation? I can't let the master even lose his last thoughts......"

Hearing this, Mo Chen stopped, paused for a long time before raising his head and shouting to the fat man behind him, "Fatty, you listen well, first, you are not sorry for me Mo Chen, second, I am now officially named you as the head of the Zhang family of Qianmo, you can read the ancient genealogy, the right to accept disciples, third, the rules of the ancestors can not be forgotten, and fourth, you can't mention Qianmo in front of people...... At last...... Live well. ”

The fat man looked up at the figure with his back to him, kowtowed three times on the ground, and turned to walk out of the tomb.

Mo Chen didn't look back, this man who had lived for hundreds of years didn't know when his eyes were already red, and a few tears slipped down his bearded cheeks.

Since he and the fat man met, they have never been separated, and who knows that the first time they are separated may be the farewell of heaven and man.

Despite all his reluctance, he still had to give up the reversal of the heavenly opportunity, the fat man was gone, he couldn't go!!

But he still couldn't help but look back at the fat man's distant back, and saw that the fat man stopped as if he had a feeling, Mo Chen hurriedly turned around and strode towards the depths of the tomb.

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Tears slipped from the corners of her eyes, it was sadness and loss, crying alone in the dark The woman with the knife looked helplessly ahead, that was the direction in which the person was going.

The three of them are all orphans, Mo Chen's origin is mysterious, according to the master, he was unintentionally picked up during a cloud trip, he was just a baby when he picked him up, the fat man was picked up when Mo Chen and the master were traveling, and she was carried back from the door of the brothel by Mo Chen hundreds of years later, when she was three years old, Mo Chen was three hundred and fifty-seven years old, and it was just when she broke through again after the ascension, and when she returned to the basics and re-cultivated the immortal body, the memory was sealed, and the self-destructed mortal body turned into a baby, and that year was the ninth year after Mo Chen's rebirth, that is, the nine years old that mortals in the world say.

"What's your name, little sister?"

Sakura...... Sakura falls. ”

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"From today onwards, you will be my junior sister, and no one can bully you with my Mochen. ”

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"Sakuraku, you've grown up, and you can't sleep with your senior brother anymore. ”

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Thinking back to the past, Sakura's eyes moistened again, and she saw a figure slowly walking in the distance.

"Senior brother?" The woman with the knife looked at the figure that was approaching in the distance and asked with some uncertainty, but the figure did not respond, it seemed to be slow but in fact it came quickly not far in front of Sakura, but before Sakura saw the black shadow of the person who came, her figure flashed in front of the woman, and for a moment Mo Sakura's face froze, instinctively bounced off the ground, and rushed to the depths of the tomb like the wind, she didn't see the comer clearly, but her intuition told her that if she didn't run, she would die!!

An old man stood quietly and silently where the cherry blossoms were standing, looked at the figure that was gradually moving away, turned around and slowly stretched out a withered arm in the air, a touch of darkness spread from the old man's fingertips to the surroundings and instantly flooded the way of the tomb, the old man paused and glanced at the depths of the tomb, his eyes seemed to look at the three figures through the endless darkness, the old man turned his head expressionlessly and glanced at the tomb that was swallowed by the darkness behind him, and then turned around and walked towards the stone wall of the tomb, and walked through the stone wall without stopping, I don't know where to go。

The black dress crossed the tomb road, bringing a trace of life to the tomb, and suddenly Mo Yingluo stopped running wildly, and looked back into the distance with palpitations, and for some reason the feeling of being on her back suddenly disappeared, "Who is that person?" She didn't know, but she thought that only the legendary immortals could have such a terrifying aura, but the feeling that the figure gave him was not as the world had praised it, the feeling was indescribable, it was like falling into the abyss and struggling, only waiting for the darkness to swallow him, whether it was fear or helplessness.

Slowly, she remembered Mochen again, remembered that every time he stood in front of her, and remembered the eyes he told her again and again that he had a senior brother.

That little by little unfolded in front of her like a picture scroll, there were tears and laughter, and before she knew it, the sword-wielding woman was stupid, and she couldn't help but walk slowly towards the depths of the tomb, and an old man in front of her poked his head out of the stone wall of the tomb, whispered a few words in the ear of the sword-wielding woman with an expressionless face, and then walked into the tomb again, and the stone wall disappeared into the darkness.

Mo Yingluo raised her head, a smile hung on the corner of her mouth, and her eyes flew towards the front blankly......

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A wheez, a drop of sweat, blood dripped down the tip of the sword, Mo Chen knelt on the ground weakly, the long sword in his hand turned into a little fluorescent dissipation, he looked at the figure wearing heavy armor not far away and smiled bitterly, scarlet blood kept gushing out of his mouth, he was defeated, the other party only had a halberd, and he was defeated.

With only a halberd, all thoughts are empty, for Mo Chen, he is not afraid of failure, but ...... That feeling of powerlessness made him not even have the courage to hold a sword, shattered his persistence, and shattered his faith.

He was sure that this was the mysterious power that only the legendary heavenly gods possessed.

The understanding of one thing is more than the unity of the self and the object, there is me, there is no self, selflessness, selflessness, and the pursuit of the purest essence of that thing.

Those who comprehend the mystery can rely on a flower and a tree to climb the mountains and seas, and cut the immortals and pick the stars.

But that is the ultimate power that only the legendary gods have, and it is used by storytellers to attract listeners, such as passing by smoke and clouds, at most imagine the scene of gods flying flowers and picking leaves to open the mountain, and how many people have really experienced the despair of that power when facing themselves...... The kind of despair when fish is slaughtered like a cutting board but can't even resist at all.

For some reason, a passage from a man came to his mind.

It was as if a light in the darkness illuminated the way forward, bringing a glimmer of hope to the lonely shadow in the deep darkness.

Mo Chen suddenly smiled, as if there was a light swaying from the darkness, bringing a glimmer of hope to him who was deep in the darkness, he struggled to stand up, staggered and summoned a stone sword from behind him, and said with a smile, "I, I want to try again!"

As he spoke, the stone sword in his hand was raised, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the figure holding the halberd, and the two words of his lips and teeth moved slightly like a bell ringing and agitating in the tomb road, like the gods singing.

"The !! of the Holy Word"

In the gray and dead tomb for some reason, a bit of divine meaning was born out of thin air, and gradually wrapped around the stone sword, and the stone sword gradually emerged with white and gold lines, gradually spreading to the entire sword body, and the five white circles of light behind Mo Chen slowly rose like five rounds of new sun, shining in all directions.

Mo Chen, who was originally mediocre, was like a god at this moment, solemn and sacred!

The figure holding the halberd was motionless, as if it had never moved, but the ethereal meaning of the Holy Dao could not get close to the slightest, and the figure was like a mountain, towering into the sky.

"I know I can't even step through the door behind you with my strength, but I want to try, do you know why?" Mo Chen, whose eyes gradually turned white and gold, smiled and whispered, as if he was confiding in the mausoleum keeper, as if he was asking himself, and as if he was whispering to the figure in his mind.

Mo Chen is three hundred and seventy-six years old this year, and for a peerless powerhouse in the Immortal Spirit Realm in this world, this age is enough to frighten the world, after all, there are only eight people who have proven the Immortal Dao in the history of Jiuxiao within a thousand years.

There are only these eight people in the endless world, and they are still the eight people in the legend.

And Mochen is one of these eight people, the youngest among them, and the loneliest after becoming an immortal.

No one knows what kind of immortal path he cultivated, and no one knows where he came from or where he is going.

Walking alone in the nine heavens, I don't know what it means.

He never had a wife, never took a concubine, and had no heirs......

Mo Chen closed his eyes and used his sword in both hands instead, and five circles of light like white-gold suns behind him shattered into endless white-gold runes that surrounded Mo Chen.

As the silver patterns on the stone sword in Mo Chen's hand became more and more dense, the tomb keeper on the opposite side finally moved, only to see the coiling dragon halberd in his hand pointing to the sky, and the heavy armor on his body began to ignite a blue and purple flame, reflecting the entire tomb as if it were day.

Immediately, a suffocating coercion enveloped the entire tomb, Mo Chen's face was calm, and the white-gold runes around him began to jump, flying towards the stone sword like an elf, and the stone sword became more and more dazzling with the blessing of this kind of power.

"Do you know, someone told me that he is not afraid, soaring in the sky, thinking about the world, and it is difficult to move an inch, but he also told me that he is willing to have the world in his heart and guard the common people, even if he is broken, even if he is ruined, even if he will never recover, just because !!there is me in it."

A roar of "click" spread throughout the world and in everyone's hearts.

Nine Heavens Continent——

On top of a quaint giant tower in the Ethereal Heavenly Kingdom, an old man in a silver-patterned white robe trembled, and looked back at the top of the tower hidden at the top of the sky, his face changed dramatically......

A sword light pierced into the sky in the mountains, and an old man walked with his sword and looked westward, his gaze as if he had passed through the endless void......

In the imperial capital of the primeval Celestial Dynasty, a place with extremely gorgeous hooks, a handsome young man gently shook the priceless white jade folding fan in his hand and said to a group of white-skinned and beautiful women in front of him, dressed in cool clothes, "As I said, I am lonely and cold, if I don't look down on the fame and fortune in this world, and I am tired of deceiving me, where did this war and chaos come from above the nine heavens, and the nine kingdoms stand ......."

Looking at the young man who blew the cowhide into the sky above, and the dozens of dusty women below looked adoring, without the slightest falsehood and artificiality, not to mention the fact that this is expensive and expensive.

But they didn't see the trace of the emperor's intention to dominate all beings that was unintentionally revealed in the young man's eyes at that moment.

The young man glanced in the northwest direction, and showed a slight smile, this smile The emperor surrendered.

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Walking alone in the dark, the echo of footsteps erased a few traces of depression for the dead tomb in the empty tomb, as if a powerful heartbeat brought a trace of life to the depths of the tomb that had been dusty for countless years, and suddenly the footsteps stopped and the dead silence resumed in the tomb again, the fat man Mo abandoned the hatred and stood quietly on the spot, and I don't know when he put on a heavy armor composed of earthy yellow scale armor, and the two chubby big hands have turned into two golden claws that are more than two feet long, and the breath is thick, like a mountain and a mountain.

In front of him was an old woman with hollow eyes, without the slightest powerful aura emanating from her, just like an ordinary old man who was about to stand there, but the fat man was motionless as if he was being watched by an abyss beast, and a breeze blew through the fat body of the fat man, and the fat tiger's body trembled slightly, and the seemingly unbreakable scale armor on his body turned into a little green smoke and dissipated between heaven and earth.

The fat man's cold sweat slid down his cheeks, dripping to the ground, reverberating in the dead tomb.

The old woman looked at the fat man's eyes, walked to his side expressionlessly, leaned close to the fat man's ear, as if to say something, and looked at the darkness behind the fat man without saying a word, and then turned into a wisp of breeze and dispersed, as if she had never come.

After the old woman left, the fat man gasped and collapsed to the ground all of a sudden, looking up at the road ahead, which was the so-called exit of this "Evil Emperor's Tomb", but ......

The fat man looked at the road with complicated eyes and sighed.

After hesitating for a long time, he seemed to have made some important decision, turned around and walked towards the depths of the tomb again, walking very slowly, but his steps did not hesitate at all.

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