"It's said that lovesickness is good...... But you forgot...... Resemblance makes people old!" the man muttered, unexpectedly distracted at this time. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Gloomy ecstasy, hazy tears, endless guilt, and deep regret.

A man wept like a woman, but who knows the pain in his heart.

One fell into a deep sleep, with only an ignorant consciousness, no longer the same as before, and the other was transformed by a wisp of thought, but also lost his personality, and at this time he showed shame.

They are not the people of the year, even if their faces are the same, but they are all incomplete, just like the fallen leaves in autumn, the fallen leaves are missing, and the branches have lost their original tender green, and now they have become yellow. Obviously separated by very close, but one is on the tree and the other is on the ground, even if the fallen leaves return to the roots, they still leave the branches, and there is a distance, a distance that cannot be crossed.

The old tree has changed, and a voice came out: "For thousands of years, she has been looking for you, but she only got a wisp of guilt, and I didn't expect you to still come." Bad fate...... That lovesick sentence, she waited too long before she spoke, in time to make you feel at ease......"

A wisp of mist flew out of the old tree, wriggling, and turned into a woman.

The woman's face was the same as that of the woman sitting on the stone, except that her eyes were different.

The woman who was sitting had a stupid look in her eyes, as if she was waiting for something, but the woman who appeared in the old tree was indifferent, even in the face of this man, and even a little disgusted.

The man said, "It's me who is sorry for her......"

"What's the use of saying that!" the woman snorted, but finally uttered the sentence.

"When she opened the world, she also ignited my other side, and only then did she confirm the legend of a tree and a world, do you know why she ignited me?"

The woman spoke, her voice ethereal, as if on the other side of the sky, ethereal, somewhat unreal.

The man nodded and said, "I know, I heard this legend back then, there are flowers blooming, but in front of the bridge, trees on the other side of the river, reincarnation of the lake." The words of the flower on the other side are helplessness and separation, and the meaning of the tree on the other side is expectation and love, unless God dies, otherwise, the other side will not die. ”

The woman nodded: "It turns out that you all understand that there is a legend on the other side, and it is rumored to be a bridge on the edge of the chasm between the heavens and the mountains, at that time you were not a god, even if your name is a god, but you are not a god sacrificed by the gods, and the result was already doomed at that time." ”

The man was silent, he wiped his tears, walked to the petrified woman, and slowly reached out his palm to caress the woman's face, the woman's eyelashes fluttered, but she could not regain consciousness, only the man's shadow was reflected in the pupils, between black and white, there was a difference.

The woman in the old tree looked at this scene, and there was softness in her eyes.

"It is said that lovesickness is good, but lovesickness makes people old. You open up the path of immortality, nothing more than to wait for a person who cannot appear, but you don't know that the deceased is like Sifu, the past is a memory after all, no matter how hard you try to remember, but after all, it is in the years. But you forget the person in front of you. ”

The woman spoke, and as the man stroked the box with the same face, she shook her head, and then turned into a cloud of smoke and returned to the old tree.

The old trees shook, everything around them returned to calm, and the climbers regained consciousness, but they didn't know it, as if the silence of time and space did not exist.

Jiduo's eyes were a little confused, but then he was silent, and he didn't say much.

There was a sense of loss in Kimina's heart, from the leather scroll, and in addition to a deep sense of guilt.

"A wisp of guilt back then, now you have achieved you, you are not a god, you are just a god with evil thoughts, you still have a mission, there are too many appearances, it is not good for you, it is not good for your host, too many people died back then, this person cannot be defeated!"

The old tree shook, the man's body exploded, turning into smoke, and the man was full of reluctance, but he was separated.

A cloud of smoke fell back into Kina's body, and Kimina saw a figure on the leather scroll looking at the hills in the distance.

"Mountaineering, I want to see her more......" the man spoke, the first time he really spoke.

Kikina was silent, and his thoughts rolled back.

A leaf flew in and landed in front of Kina.

Some people were secretly envious, but they also prayed quietly.

Kikina was holding the leaf, not at all surprised, but if you looked closely, there was a whirlpool in the leaf.

A moment later, some images appeared, and they came straight at him, and Kikina was about to scream, but found that he couldn't make any sound.

At this time, the whole body changes abruptly.

In the midst of the endless starry sky, Kikina stood in it, the surrounding light and flicker, broken forms everywhere, and corpses floating in the starry sky, becoming extremely silent in the dark light.

Mu Ming wanted to investigate, and at the beginning of last year, he found that his thoughts were swept away like waves.

It's just that in an instant, Mu Ming's thoughts, or divine senses, have spread to the edge of the starry sky.

Kikina saw countless figures, countless warships floating, and strangely shaped groups of people, and at this time, he swung his sword on the deck of the warship and cut off the heads of monks.

And those monks are very familiar with the names of the monks, those are the clansmen of this world, there are the costumes of the Dongsheng monks, there are also some wizards crying bitterly, and the heads of the barbarian monks roll down in the sea of stars, splashing blood.

At this time, there was a large river below those ships, where countless monks had been decapitated, and the blood that spurted from the fracture pooled.

"Dare to ......" at this moment Mu Ming let out a shout, although it was an illusion, but it was extremely real, Mu Ming's divine sense spread, directly wrapped those warships, and then crushed without hesitation.

Countless fearful thoughts came, and by this time, the warships had turned to dust.

Like a stone grinding sand, without any scruples, it is devastated, even if there are many weak creatures in the warship, but they are all turned into dust.

Even at this time, a pair of huge pupils appeared, which were almost as high as the starry sky, and there were worlds in those pupils, and a figure covered the sky and the sun, reflected in those worlds, and at this time they all emitted roars and divine thoughts, different successively, different sizes, but at this time, they all converged into one voice, and the voice turned into substance, piercing: "Death or surrender!"

The divine consciousness exploded, and there was only a trace of residual thought, and Mu Ming was terrified, and that trace of thought was like a gossamer, and it could collapse at any time.

Kimina felt that if this thought collapsed, he would really disappear.

After a brief hesitation, Kimina's mind swooped down on the pupil like a moth to a fire.

There was no roar, no shout, and at this time, the last thought condensed the last strength like the tip of a long knife, becoming extremely hard, and piercing into the pupils of the eyes.

The celestial phenomena changed drastically, Ki Na gasped for breath, the confusion and fear in his eyes were still there, Ki Na looked around, only to find that it was just a moment of effort.

The fallen leaves in front of him turned into a leaf-shaped rune, and disappeared when it fell into the center of Mu Ming's eyebrows.

The black horse looked at Mu Ming with a heavy face at this time, this guy was next to him just now.

"What did you see, I saw the great battle, I was broken into thousands of pieces......"

The dark horse's face was not good-looking, "But I also saw me sitting on a big seat, with a beauty in my arms, pointing out the country, so I was not romantic." Heaven and earth are rising and falling in front of me, but the only thing that is not beautiful is that there is not a single horse spirit, and it seems that they all died in order to fulfill me......"

Kikina came back to his senses, wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, listened carefully to what the black horse had to say, and had a conjecture in his heart.

Everyone sees something different, it is determined by what is in the heart, as in a dream.

Dreams are born from the heart, so things are seen differently.

Everyone is different, what they want and give is different, just like Mu Ming, if he doesn't die, he will become the inheritor of God, facing invincible opponents one by one, and perhaps, the reflection of Fang Cai is a scene that will happen in the future, like a moth to a fire, even if he dies, it is impossible to beg!

Just like now, Kinama saw a monk laughing wildly at the leaves in front of him, but after a moment he fell unconscious, and his thoughts dissipated in his eyebrows, and he still fainted.

"I guess I lost myself, or I won't be recognized!" Dark Horse shook his head, feeling a pity.

"What do you see?" said the black horse, looking at Mu Ming, "How do you look frightened." ”

Mu Ming shook his head and didn't say much, but the black horse said, "Guess what Jiduo saw?"

Mu Ming didn't know, and then shook his head. The dark horse smiled mysteriously and said: "I guess it's about the same as me, this guy is most afraid of trouble, I guess it's saving the world or something, but he refused, this guy is afraid of trouble." ”

Mu Ming smiled, it would be strange if Jiduo saved the world. looked at the dark horse and said: "Why are you so good at talking, didn't you shout and kill before!"

Hearing this, the dark horse's face turned dark, and he said: "That's it, there's no need, Jiduo asked me not to trouble you, saying that you are a broom star, I'm afraid that you will pass on your bad luck to me!"

"Did he really say that?" Kina doubted.

The dark horse nodded: "That's probably what it means, this guy has always spoken very smartly." ”

Kikina was speechless, but he slowly got up and walked along a path below the hill.

The dark horse muttered a few words, but also followed.

The trail is not large, potholes, some rocks are in the middle of the path, covered with moss, and the roadside is overgrown with weeds.

Some were in front, but sweat was pouring from their foreheads, and they seemed to ...... It's hard to walk!

Kiina felt the pressure, but not as unbearable.

Under the surprised gaze of the black horse, Kikina walked slowly.

But the dark horse was different, and at this moment, blood oozed from his skin.

"Evil sect, how did this guy adapt to the changes in this place. ”

The black horse looked at Mu Ming, and suddenly realized: "I forgot that this kid is a poisoner, and he has an affinity for plants and trees, after all, this is the origin of the old tree." ”

The dark horse is right, Mu Ming felt that the blood veins of the Mu clan in his body vibrated and resonated, so the pressure was not very great.

Moreover, the twelve imprints in his body slowly moved, and a wave of fluctuations emanated, allowing Kikina to adapt to the breath here.

Mu Na overtook an outside monk, and when he stepped over him, the monk said, "Strange, why is it so amazing, are the natives so powerful?"

Kinama looked back at the man, but didn't say anything.

The black horse also came forward, but just as the black horse was about to overtake him, the monk spoke again: "It's not fair that a horse is so powerful......

The black horse turned into the body before, and was seen by these people, although it is a spirit, but the horse spirit is mostly a mount, but they are all mounts of the big man, therefore, the horse spirit is mostly looked down upon.

The dark horse said angrily: "Where did the aliens come from, they are so wild!"

The black horse was not polite, and his left hand changed, becoming a horse's hoof, and slapped on the monk's face at an incredible speed.

"Ah......" There was a miserable sound, and the monk flew upside down and rolled down the mountain directly, but he didn't expect the black horse to do it directly.

"It's all suppressed, and it's still so arrogant!"

The black horse clapped his hands and walked forward.

When Mu Ming saw this scene, he was surprised that this dark horse was different from other monks. Many people have flattery towards outsiders, but the dark horse is so clean and neat, which is in line with the style of the spirit.

At this time, the pressure on Kimana felt dissipated.

At the same time, his whole body also changed, and the leaf-shaped rune that fell into the center of his eyebrows before emitted light, shining on the corners of his body.

All the dark places within the meridians were illuminated, as if everything had been ignited, and light appeared.

"The body is unsullied and dark, is this the true meaning of perfection in this realm...... Then the next step is to ignite the divine fire and achieve the divine way!"

Kinama mutters to himself. At this time, the dark horse also came, and he was meditating on the wooden name.

There was dirty blood flowing in the black horse kennel, it was septic blood in his body, he was sweating profusely, his body was hot, and there was constant pressure to temper his body.

"Why haven't you made any move?" said Dark Horse, surprised even more.

Mu Ming knew it, but he didn't answer, but said: "By the way, we don't know each other, I don't know what your name is?"

The black horse gasped and looked at Mu Ming strangely: "No wonder Jiduo asked me to avoid you, you are indeed weird." ”

Mu Ming smiled, and the black horse spoke again: "Yang Fang October! ”

"Weird name, I thought it was a big dark horse, a little dark horse or something!" said Kina. The black horse's face is dark, although he is transformed by the black horse, but his face is fair, and a layer of black hair appears on his face at this time, as if he is about to run away!

"I'm a spirit, not a mortal horse!" said the black horse.

Ki Ming smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "It's all about the same!"

The black horse shook off Kimana and stepped forward, spewing white gas from his nostrils, as if he was quite annoyed.

"At least they're all the same size, but I saw you carrying a lot of flowers, just like a horse in the world!" Kikina added, but in his heart he was surprised why the black horse could endure it so much?

The black horse glared angrily and sobbed, but in the end he didn't say anything. He just glared at Ki Na fiercely, and his speed increased, but it seemed to be more painful, and he gasped for breath.

"Donkeys have a good temper!" said Kinawa again.

The dark horse was faster, but Kiina heard a snort.

At this time, Kinawa also sped up, and after a while, he came to the top of the mountain.

Some people have already come here, looking at the old tree, and some people are sitting cross-legged, feeling something.

Kinama feels that this place is different, and it seems to be a place where the warm sun shines, and the body is extremely warm.

The black horse was also in the distance, meditating with his eyes closed at this time, his face was calm, and he fell into enlightenment!

Kimana's eyes changed, and sadness appeared in his eyes!

Kimina's consciousness returned to the Tenling Terrace, and his own consciousness was occupied.