Countless days and nights died in the tears of countless people

After death, it turns into thousands of dreams

Tempting thousands of dreamers to overcome obstacles

The blurred figure is always swaying beyond the mountains and rivers

It flowed into my heart as it swayed

In the ice and snow, there were beautiful long songs and sheng flutes

It's like a beautiful temperature and snow in the air

Fallen leaves are buried deep in the earth's crust

The past has become unspeakable, hidden at the bottom of my heart

Countless transparent scars suddenly appeared in the sky

As the clouds swept in

Sink into life

Layer by layer

Become those on the road who give themselves warmth and hurt

Become the ones who give themselves the sunshine and the darkness

also turned into those who gave themselves wings and boulders

Wind side of the east of Atestus: In front of the barren mountain ancestral hall

The clouds in the sky slowly gathered, as if they were grabbed by an invisible hand in the air, and the majestic aura of the gods in all directions approached step by step, and a few autumn leaves hanging on the dead tree trunks were scattered to the ground by the cold wind, losing their former vitality and support, and also losing the last hope.

The air was filled with some gray dust, the peaks of the mountains in the distance towered, straight up to the sky, and there were some evergreen bushes growing low on the mountainside, like pieces of emerald green cold jade inlaid in the waist, and the bright white mountain springs that flowed from the top of the mountain in the summer had now dried up without a sound, only the cold autumn wind grinding in the ears.

Deserted Night walked coldly on the path that everyone stepped on among the barren grass, and suddenly, he stopped, and stood quietly looking at the person in front of him.

The man stopped, and stood in front of the deserted night, his coarse cloth clothes stained bright red with scars, his pale face, and a trembling body carrying a comatose woman on his back.

"What are you doing behind her back??Did you find it?" Araya asked coldly as he looked at Ying Ting, who had a tired face.

Ying Thorn put the sunset on his back to the ground, just gasping for breath to himself, not in a hurry to answer the question of the wild night.

"If you don't say it, I didn't expect you to get it back. Araya said sarcastically as he walked behind him with his hands behind his back.

"Stop!" Yingting, panting, turned his head and shouted anxiously as he was about to leave.

Aramida stood in place, curiously turning his head to look at Yingting, his eyes were strange, as if asking what else was going on?

Ying Thorn stretched out his hand to wipe the large beads of sweat on his forehead, and looked impatient: "I said, why are you so impatient! Before I can speak, you have to leave! How can the Lord of Dusty City teach you such an apprentice! You have to be able to endure it, you have to be wise or not! Let you come to find the Mirror of the Underworld, this is simply sending you to death!"

Hearing Yingting's words, Araya was like a ghost, a fast figure flashed in front of Yingting in the air, the two people were less than an inch apart, Araya Shenren's strange eyes stared coldly at Yingting, and asked him in a cold voice: "What did you say! Tell me again!"

Ying Thorn glanced at the cold eyes of the wild night, and his body involuntarily shivered, and gently prevaricated: "It's nothing." ”

After staring at this stab for a few seconds, Araya flicked the wide sleeves of his shirt in disdain, and turned around with a cold "hum!"

A voice: "If it weren't for the appreciation of Fu, you would have become a ghost in my hands!"

"Stop, where are you going?" shouted Assassin again.

"Go find the body of the Mirror of the Spirit, or where else can you go?"

Ying Thorn eased his tone and said softly: "The body of the Pluto Mirror is the soul of this woman, what else do you have to find!"

A fierce spirit in the deserted night, turned around, quickly walked to the woman lying on the ground, squatted down and looked at it carefully for a while, then stood up and looked at Yingting, as if asking: "Are you playing with me?"

Yingzhu saw through the mind of the desolate night, and explained anxiously: " Don't be confused by the superficial phenomena of things, since the mirror appeared once seven hundred years ago, it was broken and stripped into two parts, the god of the underworld and the mirror of the god of the underworld, the god of the underworld has been scourging the common people for so many years, living by absorbing the divine power of others, and the broken fragments of the mirror of the god of the god were sealed in the soul of this woman, and now as long as the soul of this woman is stripped out of the body, and the seal on the soul is lifted by casting a spell, the fragments of the mirror of the god of pluto can be reunited and complete by the attraction of the god of the underworld, you don't know anything, how to obtain the mirror of the god of the underworld？”

Deserted Night was speechless for a while, and did not say anything to refute it, but asked him in a steady tone: "Soul and body are stripped out? I have never seen this kind of magic before, aren't you the same as saying it in vain?"

Ying Thorn curled the corners of his mouth and smiled proudly: "You haven't seen it before, but you can see it today, the magic technique that can control the soul is indeed unrecorded, even if it is engraved on life and death, but this does not mean that there is no Tianbing who can control the soul......"

Deserted Night looked at Yingting suspiciously, and asked him tentatively, "What do you mean......?"

"Yes, my Tianbing is the soul conditioning, can control the soul, as long as it is a living body with active characteristics, it has its spirit of controlling the actions of the body, this spirit of controlling the actions of the human body is not disturbed by magic under normal circumstances, but my Tianbing can do it, so it is not difficult for me to strip the soul!"

"In that case, let's cast a spell quickly!"

Ying Thorn shook his head worriedly, and said softly: "No, once her soul is stripped out, there is no attraction of the Pluto God around, and the sealed Pluto Mirror fragments will disappear completely, so you must first release the subdued Pluto God before you can unlock the seal!"

Deserted Night stretched out his hand and took out the jade carving just now from his waist, handed it to Yingting, and said lightly: "The god of the underworld is here, hurry up and cast a spell, so as not to have too many dreams at night!"

Ying Thorn looked at the jade carving handed over by the wild night in surprise, the jade carving originally exuded a faint green light, but at this moment, the faint green light clearly coiled a black liquid, his heart was incredible, how many people have wanted to subdue the god of the underworld for their own use throughout the ages, but the result is gone, now he calmly took out this jade carving from his waist, his divine power can imagine what kind of horror it has swelled to, he looked at the wild night carefully, and asked him gently: "You, are you not injured!"

Arya's brows furrowed, and he said in a slightly disgusted tone: "Is it necessary to get hurt to deal with such a thing?"

Ying Thorn didn't say anything, looked around, picked up the sunset on the ground again, and said lightly: "Where is a broken house, let's go there, the terrain here is not suitable for casting spells!"

The two of them didn't walk a few steps before they arrived at the door of the ancestral hall.

Yingzhu put the sunset on his back under the trunk of the dead tree in front of the ancestral hall, stood ten steps away, and after handing over the jade carving to Yingting, he leaned on the dilapidated door frame of the ancestral hall boredly, holding his hands on his chest, and quietly watched Yingting cast spells.

Ying Thorn steadied his breath, stood on his feet, and crossed a fiery red light from the bottom to the top of his hands, the light changed and intertwined into the shape of the figure "ten" in his chest, and then the stabbing pushed forward with both hands, and the flame in the shape of "ten" surged towards the body of the sunset.

The barren night on the side looked at everything in front of him, and muttered in his heart: This stab is really a few times, if it is really distracted and his soul is controlled, I am afraid that no matter how powerful the master is, there is nothing to be done.

The second before the "ten" flame touched Xizhao's body, it was suddenly hit by a transparent white light, and it collapsed into several golden rays and disappeared into the air.

"Stop!" came a shout from afar!

"Who!" Stabbing turned his head to see two people approaching from a distance.

"You let her go for me!"

"Hey, big guy, what are you doing talking nonsense with him, just give him a good time!"

"It's you!What are you going to do chasing me from Lost to Lost!" Ying Thorn shouted uncontrollably towards Beiqian and Light Feather!

"Tut-tut, meet again....." The barren night leaning on the door frame spoke casually.

Beiqian slashed at the sound of speaking, and Araya leaned freely against the doorframe, fiddling with his own slender fingers.

"I really didn't expect it, such a coincidence?" Araya stood up, took a few steps forward, and stood in front of the north.

Beiqian snorted disdainfully, and asked him with a tough attitude: "What are you doing here?

"You're getting more and more unreasonable, I came here first, but you asked me what I'm doing here, besides, why do you want you to know what I'm doing?"

"Hey, big man, do you know this weirdo?" Qing Yu looked at the flowing white hair in front of him, and then looked at Beiqian, and asked him.

"Weirdos? With a grim smile on his face, he walked up to Qing Yu, looked at him curiously, looked at him with curiosity, and asked word by word: "Do you know who I am?"

Qing Yuman looked like he didn't care, and asked with disgust: "Who are you?"

Deserted Night smiled lightly, and did not answer anything, but turned to look at the northward migration, raised the palm of his hand, and a burst of blue-black light burst out, summoning the scattered star flute, pointing directly at the northward migration, with a cold face.

Beiqian also smiled inexplicably, raised his right hand, and rushed out the gorgeous streamer sword with a sound of "brush!" from the wide sleeve, holding it tightly in the palm of his hand, and also pointing at the barren night.

"Streamer Sword, Scattered Star Flute!" Qing Yu looked at the confrontation between the two high-level weapons in front of him with a frightened face, and panicked in his heart, and said in a panic: "Hey, you have a streamer sword and a scattered star flute, if you fight, do you want to flatten this mountain!"

Beiqian didn't turn his head, staring at the deserted night tightly, but he said to Qingyu in his mouth: "Qingyu, even if you do me a favor, you don't have to worry about it, you help me save that girl's life, don't let him strip the soul of Xizhao, I have never asked anyone, even if you help me this time!"

Qing Yu looked at the two people in front of him hesitantly, and after a while, he finally made up his mind: "Okay! Don't worry, I'll help you keep her!"

Deserted Night didn't say a word, in the air changed the figure and galloped away in the direction of the northward migration, so fast that the air was filled with his afterimage, the north migration released a burst of light from the palm of his left hand, blocking the scattered star flute stabbed by the deserted night, the streamer sword in the air continued to scatter bright white light against the blue and black lightning around the scattered star flute, each time the two rays of light collided, accompanied by the earth shaking the mountain, countless mountains and rocks rolled down from the top of the mountain, the ground cracked deep ravines, countless dust gushed up from the ground, Deserted Night then jumped into the sky, and the northward migration turned into a long sword and quickly rushed up, the air was full of cold weapons sharp symphony, Under the gray sky, the scattered star flute in the hand of the wild night "boom blah" Countless black crystal pillars were densely spread across the entire sky, and the daylight of the alluring city was instantly covered and covered without a trace, and the blood black crystal pillars full of spikes spread to the side of the streamer sword with great strength, and the streamer sword body swirled, turning northward again, and his hands released overwhelming flames, like a huge shield moving forward, and the blood-black crystal pillars shattered at the moment they touched, falling from the sky, like a black heavy rain, dripping down!

Before he could react, the light of the streamer sword in Beiqian's hand flashed, and a dense array of sharp long swords like the streamer sword appeared around the sword body in an instant, and in an instant, the long sword in the sky spurted out like an arrow, and the desolate night suddenly opened his arms, releasing a blue and black flash from his body that was not described by momentum, and countless lightning bolts exploded densely in the flash and the long sword from the opposite side was unstoppable.

The sky "rumbled" with a huge thunder, and the huge barren mountain under his feet "bang!" collapsed into a deep valley, countless mountains and rocks rolled down, there was no echo, the air was filled with some thick dust, the original dark space was illuminated by bursts of light and then returned to darkness again, looking at the sky from the ground, one east and one west, one green and one white, two dazzling huge lights occupied the entire sky, communication collision, and the force exploded again and again!

When the ground shook, Light Feather flew by, and in a blink of an eye, in front of the sunset, the thorn released a "ten" light again, and a large ball of fire in Light Feather's hand blocked it.

"Hey, stop it!"

Ying Thorn looked at Qing Yu with a look of disgust, and secretly clenched his fists, but he didn't say anything, but his eyes were as sharp as a knife, and he slashed straight into people's hearts.

"What's the matter, you're not convinced, I'm here today, you don't want to think about what you have!"

"This has nothing to do with you, why do you wade into this troubled water, it's too late for you to quit now!"

Qing Yu looked relaxed, stretched out his hand and rubbed his nose, looked at him with disdain, and said proudly: "Master, I have no other merits, and I will definitely do what I promise others!

Between heaven and earth, the madness resounded with a devastating wind, the dead branches and leaves on the ground were swept up by the wind, and the scene in front of him was a scene before the disaster, and the two terrifying figures in the sky unscrupulously released the majestic power of the gods in their bodies to confront each other at will, and the surrounding air instantly became like a vacuum, and everyone who watched it had a numb scalp.

Beiqian withdrew the streamer sword in his hand, a faint light absorption flashed in the corner of his eyes, and his hands instantly condensed into a thousand feet of blue ice, which spread rapidly in the sky, and the temperature in the air suddenly dropped, and the frost and snow swayed and flew fiercely like a cold white light, and the sky, distant mountains, and dead trees and branches on the ground suddenly became as spectacular and gorgeous as ice carvings, and several flying swords were ......shot out in the cold air, tearing the air and whistling past the body of the deserted night.

Deserted Night flew around, several flying swords grazed his clothes and galloped past, and quickly and neatly shaved off a few strands of his light white hair, accompanied by frost falling from the sky, poignant like a painting.

"That's all you have to do, I think you picked up the title of the Ancient Sword God!" Araya glanced at his shaved white hair with pity, and his mouth was full of sarcasm.

"What's the matter?"

"How about I have some fun for you?" Araya gently tapped the palm of his left hand with the scattered star flute, and at the same time looked sharply at the northward migration of the sky suspended in the air on the opposite side, and said lightly.

As soon as the words fell, the scattered star flute in the hand of the desolate night disappeared and then emitted a blue-black light, and the huge light shot out countless dazzling slender lines, and quickly rushed to the sky to break the large piece of ice covering the sky, and between the gaps of light, some white light flashed violently like stars hanging in the sky, when it shone, countless flashing stars were connected to each other to form a line forming a large area of space that could not be seen, and an updraft of tens of thousands of zhang high sky and earth was instantly formed between the sky and the earth, sweeping the ice on the ground, and the dense and terrifying lightning that was covered in the sky and the sky was magnificently between the sky and the earth, like a tornado, tearing at the inexplicable sound and smell of saltpeter in the air and rushing in the direction of the north.

Seeing the situation of the northward migration, he stretched out his right hand, the dazzling light in the palm of his hand flashed quickly, at the distance of an arm's length in front of the body, the condensed air formed a transparent gas wall, and the flying tornado mixed with lightning flew majestically in front of his eyes, and the "boom" sounded at the distance of an arm's length in front of the northward migration, and the transparent barrier in the air was ground out by the rotating lightning tornado Countless sparks flew in all directions in the air, and after a few seconds, fine beads of sweat began to appear on the forehead of the northward migration, and the heart was full of the whistling sound of the wind blowing through the ears, "Whoosh." "It's like a sharp sword slashing through at a fast pace!

The deserted night on one side looked at the situation in front of him, stretched out his hand and released a more dazzling light to impact the transparent barrier, one hand of the northward migration could not be stopped, and the other hand also released light to bless the transparent air wall, slowly, mixed with dazzling lightning with the continuous rotation, absorbing the flying sand between heaven and earth The stones became more and more huge, "Bang!", there was a piercing explosion in the air, and the majestic tornado passed sharply from the side of the north, and behind the north, "boom!" A brilliant explosion opened!

Deserted Night put away his hand and fell back to the battered ground, hurried back to Yingting's side.

"You hurry up and get out of the way for me! I'm not welcome to make trouble for me again!" Araya stretched out his hand, and the thousands of stars in the sky turned into tens of thousands of rays of light that gathered in Araiya's hand on the ground, and turned back into a scattered star flute held tightly in his hand, pointing at the light feather.

Qingyu's brows furrowed tightly, and she asked in horror, "Are you, Aramida?"

"It's good to know, I don't want to kill innocents indiscriminately, so get out of the way of me if you know each other!"

Light Feather hugged the body of the sunset, hesitating in place, if it was in normal times, with his proud speed, even if he couldn't beat the deserted night, it would not be difficult to leave unscathed, but today with this unconscious woman, his speed is greatly limited, since he promised the big guy, he should do things!

The white feather with the silk thread tied on the back of Qingyu's head floated wildly in the air, he raised his eyes to look at the black-clothed Wild Night in front of him, and replied in a firm tone: "I know I can't beat you, but as long as I'm here today, I will never allow you to do anything to her!"

"Since you are so ignorant, then don't blame me for not giving you a chance, there are countless unjust souls in my hands, today, I don't care about more of you!"

Deserted Night turned the scattered star flute in his hand lightly, and a huge blue-black light galloped away in the direction of Light Feather, and Light Feather immediately summoned a flame from the palm of his hand, and when the two rays of light collided, the small flame was swallowed by the blue-black electric light in an instant, and rushed towards the direction of Light Feather.

Light Feather pulled the sunset and didn't have time to dodge, and the second before he was struck by that lightning, the sharp light of another long sword suddenly appeared in front of him, scattering those dense lightning.

"Brush!", the sharp long sword plunged deep into the ground in front of Qing Yu, and in the blink of an eye, he moved north and stretched out his hand to recall the streamer sword. He stepped forward from behind Light Feather, his expression was serious, and he didn't say anything.

"I said, why do you like to meddle so much! You have to take care of that hairy boy's business, too! Today, I'm going to take the Pluto Mirror, and you're going to take care of it too!"

"I ask you! Why do you want to get back the Mirror of the Underworld! What is the conspiracy to go to the dust!"

"Can you manage it? Today we are evenly matched, you can't subdue me, I can't subdue you, why don't you leave quickly, I don't want to use my divine power!"

Beiqian suddenly smiled: "In my opinion, it's not that you don't want to, you don't dare! Your Infinite Deity is certainly strong, but once it is released, it will inevitably arouse the minds of the people of the Zero Sword Sect not far away, so that there will be more people who want to snatch the Immortal God Mirror, and there will be more people you have to deal with, am I right?"

"Zero Sword Sect?" Wild Night pretended to think for a while: "Oh, I remembered, it seems to be called Qingyi, those shrimp soldiers and crabs don't take me seriously, why should I worry about them!"

"Whatever you want, as long as I'm here today, you can don't think about it, bring it back!"

"Hey, big man, what do you want this Mirror for!" Light Feather stepped forward from behind Beiqian and asked him softly.

Beiqian turned his head slightly, and whispered: "The Pluto Mirror is one of the top ten weapons, although the divine power is not as good as other high-level weapons, but everything copied through the Pluto Mirror, including people, heaven, earth, and things, is difficult to distinguish from the ontology, in a simple sentence, the Pluto Mirror replicates the sky, or copies a small world, and if you want the Pluto Mirror, it must have his own plans and plans, and I must not let him succeed!"

Zero Sword Sect on the East Wind Side: Forbidden Cultivation Pavilion

The Zero Sword Sect is located in the easternmost part of the wind side, every day this place, you can usher in the first ray of the purest sunlight of every day, the high mountains can't block the floating white light, and there are many disciples gathered on the crowded sword practice ground, but every day at dusk, after the light dims, the entire empty square of the Zero Sword Sect is empty, and they all disperse to rest.

Today's dusk, the light has become transparent, there is no yellowing in the past, and the birds that hurriedly returned to their nests in the summer have long disappeared at this moment, leaving only the crazy yellow and scattered fallen leaves, like lonely shadows wandering alone in the dark night.

The Forbidden Cultivation Pavilion is located in the most remote location in the west on the left side of the main hall of the Zero Sword Sect, divided into two floors, upstairs and downstairs, the attic upstairs is full of all kinds of books and allusions, a total of six hundred and fifty-three large bamboo bookshelves, neatly arranged, the bookshelves are full of all kinds of books, no one has counted how many books there are here, only know that there are a lot of books that no one has read yet.

Downstairs is neatly placed dozens of low long tables, the ancient wooden beams hang overhead, although it is covered with a little dust, but there are not some inexplicable spiders and flying insects, when the night is silent, you can always hear the crackling sound of the wood in the forbidden pavilion because of disrepair, in the dusk, the faint light through the ancient window lattice, projected into the low long table.

With a "squeak", the wooden door of the Forbidden Pavilion was pushed open.

"Ahem, why is there so much dust here!" Yang Huan pushed open the door and walked in, waving his hand, covering his mouth and nose, and talking in disgust.

Xu Fuhui followed behind Yang Huan, and also walked in, habitually looking at the situation around him, and didn't say anything.

"Today's matter, how can I think about it, how can I not be convinced!" Yang Huan looked stubborn, and casually found a stool and sat down.

Xu Fuhui looked around as he walked to the wooden staircase leading upstairs, ignoring Yang Huan's complaints.

"Hey, come back, are you listening to me!" Yang Huan turned his head and looked at Xu Fuhui's figure stepping on the stairs, and asked him in a complaining tone.

Xu Fu didn't reply to every step, and hastily replied to him: "Listen, let's go, let's go upstairs and have a look!"

"What are you doing upstairs, you wait for me!" Yang Huan ran up as he spoke.

The wooden staircase continued to make a "squeak" sound of disrepair as the two stepped on it, and in the silent attic, it seemed like something was constantly knocking on the wood, constantly making a "knock" sound.

"Wow! what a lot of books!" Yang Huan opened his mouth wide in surprise as he looked at the vast sea of books in front of him.

Xu Fuhui nodded silently, walked in the direction of the bookshelf by himself, picked up a book casually, turned a few pages casually, and then said in a tone full of disappointment: "I thought it was a treasured classic!"

"Again, what do you mean by that? ”

"I read all these books when I was four years old, and some of them are still fresh in my memory, and besides, there is nothing to learn about these books, all of them are books that teach people to behave in the world and deal with people. What a disappointment!"

Yang Huan was even more impatient, disdainfully "cut", turned around and walked to the guardrail upstairs, and sat on the railing with his back against the pillars supporting the upstairs and downstairs, still with a look of resentment!

"The teacher is clearly showing favoritism!"

Xu Fuhui walked over, stood beside Yang Huan seriously, and said softly: "Yang Huan, there is unfairness in this world, if you are entangled everywhere, then you will be very tired in this life!"

Yang Huan turned his head to look at Xu Fuhui in front of him, and sighed helplessly: "Truth, I understand, but when it's really my turn, I always can't get out!"

"Then Yang Li is Qingyi's son, for you, naturally worse than him, just now, even if you are arguing with Qingyi, you will not get any good results in the end! If you let Qingyi not come to the stage, he will make it difficult for you everywhere in the future, so I don't want you to argue with those people, do you know the reason?"

Yang Huan shook his head.

Fu turned around and sighed: "Sometimes, if you want to be a person who can be looked up to, you must first be able to endure humiliation and burden, you are weak today and angered Qingyi, if you follow Qingyi and Yang Li's method, you don't know how you will die in the future, in many cases, you are not afraid of others saying that you are cowardly, it is also a kind of bravery, too sharp, it will only attract danger." ”

Yang Huan looked helpless: "Then according to what you say, this matter is settled?"

"Of course not! Although it is said that the tree is a big wind, but you can't always attract the wind, sometimes, it is necessary to protect yourself properly!"

"Do you have any good ideas?" Yang Huan jumped off the guardrail excitedly, ran to Xu Fuhui's side, and looked at him with hopeful eyes.

Xu Fu glanced back with a mysterious smile: "I naturally have a way, but I can't tell you at the moment, once I tell you, my method won't work!"

"Tell me!"

Xu Fuhui waved his hand firmly.

"So what are we going to do now?"

"Copying ......"

"Copy the ......" Yang Huan helplessly didn't say anything, took out a stack of books from the bookshelf, went down to the first floor, sat on the long table, sighed, and helplessly stretched out his hand to grind the ink.

Xu Fuhui shuttled back and forth between the bookshelves upstairs, taking out a few books from the bookshelves with joy in his eyes from time to time, and then put them back in disappointment after a few glances.

Time passed little by little, the sunlight outside the window slowly disappeared, and the sound disappeared little by little, and the Zero Sword Sect slowly returned to calm.

The forbidden pavilion slowly lit a candle flame, swaying alone in the autumn wind, upstairs kept coming from the sound of Xu Fu looking for the pages of the book, downstairs, Yang Huan lowered his head, reflecting the candle flame, writing on the clean white paper one by one, his profound facial features looked more charming against the background of the candlelight, and a thin black silk thread was still tied on his forehead, and the surrounding air was silent and could hear the "click" of the candle burning wax The voice, the silence of the night was like water, and the names of unknown wild animals came from time to time outside the window.

"Return, are you still there?" Yang Huan sat on the first floor and shouted towards the attic.

There was no shelter between the first and second floors, so Yang Huan's voice was clearly transmitted to the second floor.

"Ah, what's wrong?"

"Can you come and help me see what that means?"

"What are you talking about, can you read it and listen to it?" Xu Fuhui replied to Yang Huan's words while flipping through the book upstairs.

"The cracks in the sky of Huang Huang Qianyuan, the sky is covered with water, and there are insignificant miracles. ”

When Xu Fuhui heard this, he hurriedly walked down the stairs, took the book in Yang Huan's hand, frowned and looked at the sentence on the book, fell into a trance, and thought carefully for a while.

"This sentence is about Shenhuang, don't you know?"

"Shenhuang, I know the top ten weapons, what does this sentence have to do with this weapon? I've grown so big, I haven't seen what Shenhuang looks like!" Yang Huan snatched the book back in his hand and read the sentence carefully.

Xu Fu sat down opposite Yang Huan and said earnestly: "Shenhuang is a high-ranking weapon, in fact, I haven't seen what Shenhuang looks like, according to legend, Shenhuang is something that looks like a short ruler, and Shenhuang's unique aura makes it one of the weapons spectrum." ”

Yang Huan suddenly became interested: "Breath, what special breath?"

"You should know that as long as anyone can use the magic of the gods, they all have a special commonality!"

Yang Huan tilted his head and thought for a while: " The art of the gods is divided into four kinds, wind, fire, thunder, and water, all of which are different, each with its own advantages and disadvantages, but if you say that the people who use the art of the gods have the commonality, I am afraid that it is the ability to heal, as long as you can use the art of the gods, as long as your body is traumatized, the power of the gods in the body will gather to the wound, heal quickly, and prevent more breath from leaking, with the strength of the power of the gods, the healing time will be different, the more powerful the gods, the faster the wound will heal, the weaker the gods, the slower the wound healing, what does this have to do with the breath。 ”

Xu Fuhui nodded silently: "You're right, the healing ability is indeed a common feature of people who learn the art of the gods, the unique breath above the gods, once it is contaminated, the wounds caused by it will not be healed by the power of the gods, to put it simply, the wounds caused by the gods cannot be healed, and in the end they can only slowly bleed to death, so the power of the gods is too terrifying, and future generations don't even know where the sealing place of the gods is." ”

"Shen Huang is so capable, it doesn't sound like a big deal, as long as you don't get hurt by Shen Huang, it doesn't seem to be anything. Yang Huan threw the book on the table and lay on the table with a tired face.

"Of course it's not all, you read that sentence carefully. ”

Yang Huan lay on the table, like a child, lazily picked up the book just now, and read it word by word, Huanghuang Qianyuan Sky Crack, what's wrong?"

"You still don't understand that the power of the Divine Surge is definitely not only an irreversible wound to people, the great war recorded in the book seven hundred years ago, it was described in detail that the Divine Surge cut the sky. ”

"Wait a minute!" Yang Huan sat up suddenly, frowned and asked him: "Return, didn't you just say that the wounds caused by the Divine Huang cannot be healed by any means, since the Great War seven hundred years ago, the Divine Huang cut the sky, then why is the sky still the same as usual now? There has never been any irreversible wound you said." ”

"Yang Huan, you must know that all things in the world are mutually reinforced, no matter how powerful the gods are, they also have their own things that restrain each other, the attributes of the gods of the four directions are mutually restrictive, the wind is strong, and other elements can be torn apart, the thunder is strong, then the thunder destroys everything, the water is the strongest, the monstrous power of Ze cannot be resisted, the sea is immeasurable, the fire is strong, and everything in the world can be incinerated. The nemesis of the gods is the limit of the dragon. Those who have the limit of dragon binding can not be injured by the gods, you have to remember this, if you want to fight with the gods in the future, if you don't have the dragon, don't fight hard, and you will only be hurt in the end. “

"Hmm. According to you, what is the nemesis of the dragon?" Yang Huan smiled evilly and continued to ask Xu Fuhui.

Xu Fuhui stood up and said slowly: "You think I am a jack of all trades?

"I thought you knew everything!"

Outside the window at night, full of silver moonlight, it was already the late autumn season, the temperature in the air had become cold, the dead branches that had fallen off the leaves began to be shallow covered with some autumn frost, and the warm candlelight in the forbidden pavilion fell outside through the thin window paper, blending with the cold moonlight, and an inexplicable chill rose suddenly in my heart. The mountains in the distance, undulating and stretching charming curves, outlining inexplicable lines on the horizon, above the sky, the bright moon hanging high is silent, looking at this unfair world with desperate eyes, looking at the unfair people in this world, and everything that is unfair.

Under the cold moonlight, it was a bleak past

Dead and bleak memories of the past

Who sings an elegy of sorrow at the end of the black hillside

In the aftermath of the elegy, who painted the black sound

Is it the end of the world?

Is it a cape?

Is it your heart?

Is it heavy rain outside the window?

Sake from the river

The frost in my heart

I waited at the end of seven hundred years for the day when the black reeds evaporated

At the beginning of seven hundred years, you watched the dream of one day and night to collapse

Countless songs wander in dreams

Countless dreams were shattered in hope

All the voices crumbled and dissipated at the end of the century

The stars of the sea have fallen

The fireflies in the summer have died out forever