The white-haired young man sat on the evil mountain and turned into a storm. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

At this point, Mehal truly fell into a state of eternal solitude, without sound, without communication, without touch. In the blurred world, you can only vaguely see the outline of the Zhenyi Mountain, and even the outline of the demon of the Immortal Dao is faintly disappearing into the blurred world in front of you.

Blurred, far more than the line of sight, even the sense of touch with the blur, become no substantive touch, the earth-shattering Yuan Shen power cultivation can not stop half a point.

In a world where loneliness and even one's own breath are gradually imperceptible, the senses become insignificant. It is as if all the senses have disappeared in this quiet world, making people alone and lonely.

Standing on the evil mountain, the white-haired young man did not make any move to break the loneliness.

On the contrary, memories suddenly surged into my heart, and after the space storm, I descended on the Chen family, entered the prison for cultivation, broke through the foundation and destroyed the two major families, achieved Jindan to create a demon army, went to Zhenyi Mountain to find the golden stone containing the sharp qi, and achieved the Yuanying comprehension of the twenty-seven origin wars of the true path immortals.

Since then, all the way forward, like a bamboo, unprecedented momentum, in just ten years, the small Chen family into a huge family, the number of powerful more than 90 people, the Yuan Ying Jindan countless.

And this is his current state, the life of this body.

The snow-white little fox who has been accompanying and standing on his shoulder, I don't know when, was reduced to light and shadow, disappearing into the blurred world, as if it had never existed.

Quietly gaze at the decay, decay, and shattering, and the speed at which the gray light is submerged, showing an extremely strong contrast with the blurred world, like the two colors of ice and fire, clearly visible, but unchanged.

The white-haired youth stood tall, watching, without any movement of the sword, calm.

One year, three years, ten years, one hundred years, one thousand years.

In a world where there is only a lonely consciousness, time becomes meaningless, the world will not change much, and the only thing that has changed is only Mehal's clear and clear Dao heart, stained with a faint and vague dust.

The blurred dust blurred Mehal's memory, his thoughts, his vision, everything, leaving behind an empty shell that could not think, nothing, nothing, empty.

So much so that the gray light engulfed the entire world, and when the evil mountain was left in the end, he didn't even notice it.

"Zizi!!"

The decayed, broken, and withered gray light hung upside down in the sky, turning into a terrifying giant eye that occupied the sky, the sun, the moon and the stars, and the space of time, covered with blood and light, and boundless.

Standing in the void, Maihar's face was distorted and changed, with gray hair, shining with the color of a silver star like a star, and the long hair of three thousand silver stars was scattered, like a waterfall of the Nine Heavens Star River.

At some point, the lonely dust around Mehal fell densely.

"Looks like you're awake?"

A soft female voice sounded, the void water rippled, and a crystal white jade hand reached out, towards the direction of Mehal, bent his finger into a hook, and gently, popped out a finger that cut through the space.

"Bang!"

Mehal's soul shook violently, and the space around him cracked, and a strange roar came out, and under the terrifying force between his fingers, he was bounced away, and rolled a few times like a ball in embarrassment.

"If you don't wake up, you have to wake up!"

Mehal, who rolled to the ground, smiled bitterly again and again, patted the dust and stood up from the ground, facing the direction occupied by the giant eye, revealing a complex color of vicissitudes, remembrance, and loneliness.

It's very complicated, and even a little flustered, and I can't imagine what attitude I should use to face the friends in front of me, who are separated by eternity, and see them again.

On the decayed, decaying, and ruined earth, a huge snow-white fox stretching thousands of feet is entrenched, and its body is like a mountain range, and when you look down from the sky, it is a snow-capped mountain made of snow.

There is no demonic energy, no evil spirit, no monstrous coercion, and some are just fat and naïve, and the pair of blood, containing vicissitudes, decay, and loneliness.

and in memory, those pure jewel-like eyes, a world away.

The atmosphere that had not yet been stared at continued to stalemate, and not far from Mehal, a frosty familiar voice was heard: "Brother Mahal, you are awake!"

Looking up, Kings, who had not been seen for a long time, was looking over, eye contact, his eyes were as cold as ice, and the pool was in the bones, as if through contact, it was going to spread the ice into Mehal's body, the cold was in full bloom, and the humanoid glacier was full.

Looking at Kings, who had changed a lot, McHal seemed to see a certain inexplicable heaviness, determination, and longing in Kings. Even the temples became snow-white under the influence.

"Is it because of the rice wool?" murmured to Mehal.

Cold, taciturn, Kings highlighted the astonishing changes that even he was a little uncomfortable with. But great sorrow and joy have a great impact, and it is inevitable to change your personality. As long as there are not strong people who use means to affect the mind, even if there are big changes, they can't interfere too much, and it's best to go with the flow.

"Wake up!" replied Mehal briefly.

The huge white demon body on the horizon writhed, manifesting a thousand charming, silky eyes on the void, with slender legs, concave and convex, and a crystal complexion moist and red.

The moment the seductive white-haired woman appeared, she was charming, and the world was eclipsed.

"Giggles!" the charming woman smiled, her beautiful eyes looked at Mehal, "Mahal, you little guy, in the world of Chen Hong's memory, you are really unscrupulous!"

"Unscrupulous, where to start?" Mehal squinted, facing the projection of the snow-white little fox, without any pressure, but with a kind of ease and calm.

Chen Hong's memory world made Mahal treat the former snow-white little fox with complicated feelings, but that was just a memory derivation, far from the point of joking with his life.

The biggest reason why it can be so easy is that the unfathomable demon snow fox in front of him does not have any shocking terrifying coercion, or unkind and vicious aura.

"Sophistry!"

As soon as McHal's words fell, the sly flashes in the eyes of the charming woman, and the crescent smile crooked. Under the gaze of Mehal's wide eyes, with a bright smile, he twisted his jade finger and popped a finger towards Mehal in the air, and in the roar of the bang, he smashed the heavy waves and rolled a few times.

In the midst of the embarrassment, Mahal was disgraced and had no power to resist. Just like before, in memory, the Chen Hong that Mehal turned into was the same as a snow-white little fox.

"I think you have already understood that in the world of immortal Dao just now, the whole life you experienced was created by my sister and me with means, which is false and non-existent. The charming woman smiled and was full of charm, "But sister, I can tell you that what you will experience next must be true." ”

. (To be continued.) )