At this moment, I was in a difficult situation. I will make up for the mistakes I have committed, but this kind of compensation is to open the door of the Natural Heavenly Palace. What the ancient Yu King didn't do, now it finally fell on my head.

Opening the door, the Xuannu completely disappeared, and at this time, without thinking about it, I was already able to determine that Lingling was the reincarnation of the Xuannu. What should I do? What should I do? I want to open the gate of the Heavenly Palace with my own hands, let the spirit die, so that she will never have the chance to be reincarnated again? Burst of joy to lead the younger brother.

If it weren't for the facts, no one would be able to understand how I feel and feel right now. Xuannu was willing to give everything she had, even her life, and when she was crucified to death by Chiyou on the bank of the glacier in the Sacred Rift, what she never forgot was still the Zixin in her heart. After paying so much, she has no requirements, only hoping that the other party can think of her occasionally, occasionally. I haven't seen the Xuannu of the past, all I see is her figure, her reincarnation. However, unconsciously, the shadow of this woman has been deeply imprinted in my heart, and I feel the same way as King Yu's mood back then.

Do you want Jiangshan, or her?

I felt like my brain was going to explode, and I stood there in a daze, not knowing what to do. Before, I had always felt that nothing could stop me from my determination to put an end to the chaos of the Great River, but now, I wavered. With the mighty river on one side and her teary eyes on the other, my heart was in a mess, I didn't know whether to turn around and leave, or abandon all thoughts and push open the door of the Heavenly Palace. It was a painful feeling, and it was the first time I had the idea of running away, and I wanted to die here.

"King Yu!" I turned around and ran to the treasure body of King Yu behind me, my brain was completely confused, there was no one around, I just wanted to ask King Yu, what should I do now?

I can clearly see King Yu in front of me, his clothes are very ordinary, as if he has been the same as when he controlled the water all his life. His hands were calloused, and his feet were covered with river mud that seemed to never be washed away. He doesn't have the aura of an ancient sage, only a kind of calmness and indifference like returning to the basics. King Yu is an immortal god in the hearts of the Seven Gates, but when I ran to me in despair and poured out a loud plea for help, I suddenly came back to my senses.

If King Yu knew what to do, he wouldn't have died and lived in the past. My hands were shaking, my lips were slightly open and closed, and everything finally fell on my head, perhaps the most difficult decision of my life, and I still had to decide.

It's definitely a torture, and the tormentor is in pain. When I think about the countless innocent people on both sides of the river and along the way, I feel that there is nothing more important than the lives of so many people. Thinking of this, my heart hardened, and I turned my head to look at the quaint gate of the Natural Heavenly Palace, wanting to push it open. However, the shadow was always in the middle of the two gates, and when I saw her, my hardened heart immediately softened again.

How can everything in this world be worth her? I'm thinking, if I were the king of Yu back then, would I let go of this river and mountain, take her, retreat to the landscape and countryside, and spend the rest of my life peacefully. With her, you must be happy, if you are happy, you will be happy if you live for one day, if you are not happy, you will live for a hundred years, but you will always suffer.

"I'll take you away" I struggled to get up from the snow and threw myself at the gate of the Heavenly Palace: "I don't care about anything, I want you to live, always live"

At this moment, I was mediocre like an ordinary person who did nothing, only feeling snot and tears flowing everywhere, staggering forward. While running, the corners of her mouth showed a stupid smile, I thought that taking her to the end of the world and living in seclusion in the mountains and forests would be the most beautiful thing in the world.

Suddenly, a stone in the snow stumbled over me, and I was completely defenseless, and I threw myself forward on the ground, and my forehead hit the stone under the snow. The blow was very heavy, but in the severe pain, the consciousness seemed to have completely awakened.

Where am I going to take her? If this disaster cannot be quelled, then in the whole world, what are the mountains and rivers? Where else is there to stand?

Fantasy is like a bubble, which has not yet been tested, and is quietly squeezed and shattered by reality. Any person in the whole world, in front of countless Li people, is as light as nothing. I suddenly remembered that the big rat had set up an ambush in the ghost village to ambush me, and it was only then that I really vaguely understood that he didn't seem to be absolutely malicious. I am affectionate by nature and a somewhat indecisive personality, and if I had faced such a choice in the past, I might not have been able to make up my mind for ten days and half a month. But I even killed myself, what else can't I give up?

I made a decision and yet cried. It is undeniable that this is a kind of transformation of the mind, a kind of maturity and growth, but if what I have to face is always such a choice, then I would rather be naïve and young all the time.

In order for more people to live, she can only die.

I got up from the snow, my steps became slow, but each step was firmly on the summit of the natural mountain, and I couldn't turn back when I took this step. I walked to the gate of the Natural Heavenly Palace step by step, her figure was still there, and her eyes were still so sad. At this moment, there is nothing to say, even if it takes ten days, ten months here, what needs to be done, still has to be done.

Heartache? I can't say it, but I feel that my chest is empty, empty, and there is only a feeling of vanity and powerlessness. I couldn't bear to look at the shadow anymore, lowered my head slightly, and said, "You have always been in Zixin's heart, he can't express it, but you have always been there, you are willing to die for him, why shouldn't he?" ”

"Zixin"

I couldn't see the movement of the shadow, and her expression blurred instantly, leaving only a call that floated in the long river of time, spreading in all directions from the summit of the Natural God Mountain, as if enveloping the entire mountain range.

Hongchen lead, I suddenly closed my eyes, used all the strength of my body, and pressed it on the gate of the Natural Heavenly Palace. Like tens of millions of catties of huge force poured from the arms to the gate, the thick and simple two gates squeaked, and were slowly pushed open a gap.

Bang

The figure on the door instantly turned into a piece of bright light, slowly floating in front of her eyes, dissipating, she became more and more faint, so faint that she could no longer see clearly with her eyes.

"The leaves are pale, the white dew is frost, the so-called Yi people, on the water side, trace back to it, the road is blocked and long, and the journey is like being in the middle of the water."

When the figure dissipated, an ethereal song like the sound of heaven came out from the scattered light. I felt a sudden pain in my heart, as if I had been stabbed with a knife. I knew that at this moment, she was gone, forever, and there would never be her in this world again.

The so-called Iraqi people are on the water side

Poof

When the heavenly sound of singing was ethereal, I suddenly heard a strange noise behind me. The sound made me look back, and for a moment, my eyes froze. I saw the body of King Yu, who had been dead for many years, crumbling like a mud statue in the snow, his legs shattered, only the upper body remained, and he fell diagonally in the shattered body, covered with bright red blood.

His eyes, which had been closed, opened at some point, and tears like blood drops flowed out of his hollow and godless eyes≡ and the sky above the sacred mountain darkened, and the sky shook violently, as if the ancient holy king let out a mournful cry that resounded through the heavens and the earth.

The god-like King Yu gradually turned into dust, and I couldn't help but pull out and run backwards. As Miao Zun said, this is the general trend, and no one can stop it. However, I have a sense of guilt, King Yu did not hesitate to die just to thin her, but after he died, he still failed to change the final trend and situation. In an instant, I couldn't tell whether I was doing the right thing or doing it wrong, I tried my best to protect this big river, but I went against King Yu's original intention.

"King Yu" I knelt down in front of the treasure body of King Yu, which had begun to crumble, and looked at the blood in his eyes, strings of which flowed from his eye sockets. His body was covered with dense bloodshots, as if it had been cut into countless tiny powders, which crumbled little by little, falling into the snow. The shadow on the gate of the Heavenly Palace was no longer visible, and only an extremely faint trace of light remained, which would completely drift away at any time. The faint light flew above King Yu's shattered body, like a hand, gently caressing the remnant body.

Wow

King Yu's treasure body gradually shattered into a piece of dust, leaving nothing but dust. I saw another faint light rise from the dust, and this light and the light of the figure of the gate slowly converged and floated into the air.

I looked up as if I saw two butterflies frolicking and chasing, flying farther and farther. She is gone, King Yu is gone, and if a person dies, even if only one hair remains in the world, it is a kind of thought. But at this moment, all thoughts are cut off, and in this world, there is no more breath of King Yu.

"Zixin !!"

An exclamation from somewhere shook my heart, and I immediately looked around. The shout was sharp and poignant, and the shout spread throughout the natural sacred mountain, and the snow on the summit and even the flowing clouds overhead were shaken by this mournful cry that was almost wailing, and the snow flew and the clouds rolled.