More than half of the flowers in the dream have withered

began to die out with a bang

The rain from heaven and the tide were pouring down on the earth

The stars at night shone with blue tears

Tears burn with all kinds of things

Countless sorrows collapsed from the top of the head

With an unseen and intangible

Mixed with a swirling of magnificent light, it has been dusted in the years

Everyone's memories were swept away by the flood

In those scarred times

In that dream that keeps dropping cherry blossoms

In that lake that reflects the sky

Slowly tormented by the pain and the pale vows

The Loss of Artest North: Pine Town

The yard is silently full of leaves with a little green, the dry black trunks buried deep in the soil are deeply engraved with some traces of knives and axes, the thick and thin branches stretch densely to the sky, in the late autumn, the leaves are growing gratifying and full of green, the terrain outside the yard is very open, there is no end in sight, as if it has been continuous to the edge of the sky, the transparent sunlight is crowded into every corner of the yard, gently filled with a little warmth.

In the courtyard, Xizhao stood in place with a frightened face, a plain dress swaying gently in the afternoon breeze, standing on the side, with a provocative expression, and light feathers stood opposite, with a little contempt and worry in his eyes.

"What?" Ying Thorn raised his eyebrows and spat out "phew" from his mouth: "Aren't you used to seeing it? Don't you want to make a move? Why don't you just say it!"

"Let's see if you have any last words to explain, are you finished?" Light Yu stretched out his hand and gently dusted off the fine dust on the clothes on his left shoulder, and the light voice was like the tip of a needle, pale white and fluttering, but it did not lose its strength.

"If you don't dare to make a move, forget it, why make so many excuses for yourself!"

Qing Yu didn't control it, laughed "poof", stretched out his finger and pointed at the tip of his nose, and said lightly: "You say yourself or me?

"It's useless to say more!" Ying Thorn quickly finished speaking, and a blazing flame erupted from the palm of his right hand, "Brush!" rushed to the front of Qing Yu, at the same time, Qing Yu flew past at a faster speed than Ying Thorn, and flashed behind Ying Thorn The moment he flashed, his hands condensed several flames and swept away towards Ying Thorn's back.

Ying Thorn pounced into the air, and when he turned around, he felt a burning sting pain in his back, turned around, frowned and looked at Qing Yu without saying anything, and looked secretly.

"What are you looking at, compare speed with me, aren't you asking for hardship?" Light Yu said casually, not paying attention to the arrogant and domineering stab in front of him.

Ying Thorn was silent for a while, and the corner of his mouth suddenly smiled: "I have to admit that my speed is really not as good as yours, but the power of your attack is too weak!

"Then let you see what is happy!" Light Feather was just about to make a move, when he heard the voice of Chunlai standing on the other side.

"Slow!" Beiqian walked over with a cold face, with a sinister smile in his eyes, and said lightly: "Aren't you afraid of flashing your tongue when you say this?

"Hey, big guy! This is a matter between me and him, why are you here to make trouble!" Light Yu took a few steps forward, his face unconvinced like a bold and uninhibited teenager, and his green shirt was unruly.

Beiqian turned his head to look at Qing Yu, didn't say anything, and turned his head to face the stab, and his deep voice was like a dull blade: "How is it!"

"Teach!"

Yingting's hands released a cluster of flames and transformed into a long knife burning with flames, with a wave of his hand, he tore the air in the direction of the northward migration and galloped away, Beiqian stood in place, looking at the long knife flying over, with a look of indifference, he raised his sleeves indifferently and waved in the air, and a wave of air rushed to the opposite side, the long knife covered with flames was shattered and collapsed by the invisible air wave in the air, and the ghostly flames instantly dispersed and disappeared, and the Yingzhu was shocked to his chest by the air wave, and was thrown to the ground far away, spitting out a large mouthful of blood in his mouth.

"You can't help but fight!" Beiqian walked a few steps forward, put his hands behind his back, and walked in front of Yingting with a disdainful expression, looking down at Yingting, who was sitting on the ground.

Ying Thorn covered his chest with his hands, and his mouth was gushing blood, his eyes were full of disbelief, and he wanted to say something but didn't say anything.

Beiqian slowly squatted down, stretched out his hand to pin the hair that was swept by the air waves in front of Yingting's forehead behind his ears, and said in a cold voice: "What, what do you want to say?" ”

"Hey, big man, don't beat him to death!" "Light Feather came up from behind, anxiously looking at the stabs on the ground.

Beiqian turned his head, looked at the light feather in front of him, and became interested: "Who asked you to call me a big guy? Don't you know that it's rude to call people like this?"

Beiqian looked at Light Feather with sharp eyes.

"Be careful!" Light Feather tugged at Beiqian's sleeve and pushed him away, a strange light flashed from behind Beiqian.

Beiqian came back to his senses, sighed helplessly, turned his head to look at the thorn on the ground, and said fiercely: "It seems that you really don't shed tears when you don't see the coffin!

"Big man, this is the second time I've saved you!"

Beiqian looked at Qing Yu's excited appearance, didn't say anything, turned to look at Yingting, and simply squatted down neatly and stretched out his hand to pinch Yingting's neck.

"Looks like you really don't want to live anymore!"

Yingting's eyes slowly became sluggish, his breathing began to become rapid, his face was red because of the blood, and he spoke intermittently: "You...... Killed... I'm ...... Never... Want to know ...... Pluto... Lower ...... of the mirror Fall!"

A slight light flashed in Beimi's pupils, and he let go of the hand holding his neck, and said excitedly: "Do you know the whereabouts of the Pluto Mirror?

Ying Thorn didn't say anything, just coughed a few times in a hurry, trying his best to steady his breath.

"Wow, wow, wow, it's amazing! I've been lost for so many years, and I've never seen what the Pluto Mirror looks like!"

"Say it quickly!"

Ying Thorn glanced at Qing Yu, who was standing on the side, and his eyes were rolling.

"Hey, don't play tricks, if you plan how to escape, I advise you to give up, no one in the world can match my speed!"

"The body of the Mirror of the Soul is ......" Ying Thorn gasped, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, and raised his eyes to look at Beiqian's sharp eyes.

"What's it!" asked him tightly, step by step.

"The body is ......" Yingzhu's words were not finished, and he ran in the direction of the sunset.

In the blink of an eye, the light feather who was still in place just now had already appeared in front of Yingting, and stretched out his hand to block the sunset.

Qing Yu said impatiently: "I said, why can't you understand me! No one can compare to me in terms of speed! Where did this little girl provoke you, you want to attack her?"

Xizhao cowered and hid behind Qingyu, poked his head out timidly, and said tremblingly: "You have something to solve by yourself, I don't want to get involved in your business!"

"Hurry up and tell me where the Mirror is!Otherwise, I'm welcome, my patience is limited, and if the key is grasped, I'll give you a good time!" Beiqian slowly stood up, his tone full of impatience, and said coldly behind Yingting.

Looking forward, Qingyu stretched out his hand to protect the sunset, looked back, stared at him coldly with his eyes in the north, and couldn't help but feel a chill in his spine!

"Why does it have nothing to do with you, the body of the Pluto Mirror is you, how can you say that it has nothing to do with you!"

"What!"

"Impossible!"

Beiqian and Qingyu shouted one after the other!

"Believe it or not!"

When I moved north, I felt a thunderbolt in the moment, "This is absolutely impossible!"

Ying Thorn quickly wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth, stabilized his breath, and said slowly: "Seventeen years ago, I passed by here, because of some accident, I wanted to control this woman's soul, but found that her soul stayed between three sides, simply put, the body of the Mirror of the Soul was cast by someone and transformed into a human form. ”

"You didn't lie to me?" asked him as Beiqian stepped forward!

"What do you think I'm here for, just to take the risk of draining your soul?" said slowly, turning his head to look north.

"You're talking nonsense! This is obviously a person! How can it be the Mirror of the Underworld!" Light Yu shook his head blankly, looking at the sunset behind him, with a look of disbelief!

"What are you talking about, why can't I understand!" Yuzhao slowly stood up from behind Qing Yu and looked at the three people in front of him blankly.

The surrounding air began to slowly become cold, and the sky reflected by the open ground in the distance began to slowly accumulate several layers of gray clouds, which were heavy as if they were about to collapse, and the original transparent and pure sunlight disappeared without a trace in an instant, and the cold wind in the air was like a sharp bayonet stabbing people's cheeks, and the sky above the courtyard invisibly rotated into whirlpool-like clouds, and the sand and dust that swept between the sky and the earth scattered and spread in the air, a bleak sense of slaughter.

In the courtyard, Beiqian stood in place, frowning, with a reluctant face, and he was willing to believe in the reality in front of him, but he had to accept it, just like Lan Yue a hundred years ago, today it turned out to be the body of the Pluto Mirror!

Qing Yu stood in front of Xizhao, looking at Xizhao with surprise in his eyes, and there was a little curiosity in his surprise.

Ying Thorn stood between Qingyu and Beiqian, looking at everything in front of him suspiciously, thinking about how to take out the Mirror of the Soul God and prevent the two powerful opponents in front of him from taking it away!

However, the sunset, looking at the gray world in front of her with empty eyes, her heart was like an iceberg rising from the ground, coldly bubbling cold, her feet seemed to be hanging on the cliff for a while, there was nothing to rely on, she seemed to have lost it for a while, her eyes looked at everything frantically, and she was reluctant to believe that her fate had become so dramatic!

"You said that he is the body of the Mirror of the Spirit, what evidence do you have!" Beiqian looked forward in surprise and asked to meet the assassination.

Ying Thorn turned around, with an impatient expression: "What evidence do you want?"

"There must be a basis for what you say and do, if you can't come up with evidence today, I'll let you die here!" Beiqian faced the stab, stretched out his finger and pointed at him, and rushed out a brilliant long sword from between his sleeves with a "brush" and stayed tightly in the palm of Beiqian's hand, Beiqian clenched the hilt of the sword, leaned half of his body sideways, and looked at the stabbing with sharp eyes.

"Streamer Sword!" called out Light Feather.

"How can you have a streamer sword!" Ying Thorn looked incredulous, and a wave of fear flashed through his heart as he looked at the muscular man in front of him.

"Originally, I didn't want to take out this sword against you, but seeing that you don't see the coffin and don't shed tears, I have no choice but to let it come out to breathe, if you don't tell me again, I'll kill you! This sword was stained with the hot blood of countless people in Atlante seven hundred years ago, and today I don't care about contaminating it a little more, whether you say it or not, whether you kill it or not, it's up to me to kill it!"

Light Feather and Yuzhao stood aside, quietly watching the situation change in front of them.

"What kind of thorn did I say, tell me quickly, this big guy doesn't look particularly good-tempered!"

Ying Thorn turned around angrily, a sharp light flashed in the corner of his eyes, and he said in a horizontal tone: "I have already said the body of the Pluto Mirror, what do you want me to say!

"I want to ask you now, what is the basis for you to say that she is the body of the Mirror of the Spirit!"

Ying Thorn lowered her head and thought carefully for a while: "The body of the Pluto Mirror was sealed by someone and turned into a human form, now she only needs to extract her soul from the spell of casting the seal!"

"What kind of trick are yours! I think you're talking nonsense!" Light Feather replied disdainfully, slanting at him, his neat eyebrows and feet clearly showing displeasure.

"Don't rely on your speed to be unmatched and say without scruples, if you don't have that ability, you will be embarrassed!" As soon as the words fell, the stab flashed quickly, detoured to the back of the sunset, and pulled out a sharp dagger from his waist against the neck of the sunset, the sunset had no time to react to all this, desperately resisted, the snow-white neck was cut by the cold dagger A shallow wound about an inch long, the red blood was against the background of the snow-white skin, beautiful like a flower, and the bright color was like a red snake wrapped around the throat.

"If you want the Mirror of the Gods, get out of the way of me!, or I'll kill her!" Ying Thorn nervously looked at Qingyu and Beiqian in front of him, his eyes were flustered and excited, he screamed, this is the only chance to get out of the way safely, this is a battle against the water!

Beiqian stood in place with an indifferent face, the long sword in his palm flashed countless phantoms in the air, and rushed to the direction of Yingting, Yingting raised his eyes, one hand choked Xizhao's throat, and the other hand summoned a flame to resist the streamer sword flying up and down.

"Hey, big man, why are you merciful to his men!" Qing Yu shouted suspiciously, "Why are you talking so much nonsense with him!"

"He is the only person in this world who has the ability to summon the Mirror of the Underworld! Once he is killed, the Mirror of the Soul will never appear again! His Tianbing is the most suitable opportunity for the appearance of the Mirror of the Underworld, no one's Tianbing can accurately control the soul of a person to this extent, if I kill him today, I'm afraid no one will be able to ...... it again."

"I thought you couldn't beat him!" Light Feather let out a sigh on the side.

"If I had tried to kill him, his corpse would have been dried by now!"

"Don't give me nonsense! Get out of here! Otherwise, I'll kill her, and the jade will be burned!"

Beiqian sighed helplessly, and with a flick of his hand, the colorful streamer sword in the air quickly turned into a ray of light and disappeared around the silver lines of Beiqian's arm, he held back his anger and said lightly: "You go!"

When Qingyu's body was taken to move north, he was anxious on the spot: "Hey, why do you let him go! If he leaves, I will never see the Mirror of the Soul God again!"

"Less nonsense!"

Ying Thorn hid behind Sunset, and slowly retreated into the open area outside the courtyard.

Xizhao looked anxious, but she was helplessly held hostage by the stab, and could only retreat step by step with him, her heart, just thinking about the old father on the bed in the room, hot tears mixed with overwhelming worry instantly drowned her reason, at that moment, just felt a burst of fear and helplessness, no one came to help her, and no one could hear her heart, big tears rushed out of her eyes, down the white cheeks, dripping down the cold blade of the throat。

Even if you are an ordinary person!

Even if I feed my father another mouthful of medicine!

Even if we see each other again!

"Can anyone help me!" Xizhao screamed anxiously in his heart, and in a trance, his heart was "brushed and brushed" with a thick layer of ice, and no matter how warm the sun was, it would not be able to melt this cold ice! Countless tiny needle tips grazed wildly with blood in the blood vessels, drawing countless dense scars, wantonly collapsing the pain.

The clouds overhead slowly gathered into a magnificent and vast vortex like the Milky Way, as if it was a sign of something!

In the courtyard, unwillingly standing Qingyu, he ran to the side of the north, and hurriedly said: "Hey, big man! Will you just let him go! If I hadn't saved you, you would have died a long time ago!"

Beiqian turned his head to look at Qingyu, and said calmly: "First, he can't run out of my palm, second, my name is Beiqian, not a big guy, you saved my life, I will keep this love in my heart, don't leave it at that!" After saying that, Beiqian hurriedly chased in the direction of Yingzhu's retreat.

Qing Yu looked unwilling, separated from a child, with a boy's unique atmosphere, and said playfully: "Hey, I saved your two lives!

East of Atlantis:

The golden sunlight smeared on the earth, and the dead yellow grass was blown out by the cold wind from time to time to the corpses of many autumn insects, and the noise of the past had long since disappeared, and the cicadas on the trees disappeared in the white light that filled the river.

The terrain on the wind side is high, at a glance, there are strange rocks and rocks and the dangerous peaks cut by knives and axes, along the dry grass path on the barren mountain in front of you, go forward, come to the end, you will see a dilapidated ancestral hall, the stone statues in the ancestral hall are crooked, on the ground, the case where the tribute is placed is messily covered with some withered yellow straw, the corner of the roof, thick cobwebs, the web is covered with dust, and the eyes are full of desolate scenes.

The threshold in front of the ancestral hall has long been peeled off by the trampling of people coming and going, and only the yellow wood is left with a lot of mud in the pits. A few steps further from the ancestral hall was a dead poplar tree, with no green on its trunk, and its branches stretched out to the sky like a demon from hell, asking for something from heaven.

In the blink of an eye, a black mist rushed into the ancestral hall from the direction of the Zero Sword Sect, and a large wooden plank was broken, and the black mist gradually revealed a monster similar to a human shape, with an unkempt appearance, which made people afraid of three points when they saw it.

He lay pale on the plank, looking uncomfortable.

"Coming?" Another magnetic man's voice came from the door of the ancestral hall, as if greeting an old man he hadn't seen for a long time.

The beast-like man's eyes suddenly became alert, he quickly turned his head to look at the person at the door of the ancestral hall, his heart was shocked, he finally trembled his lips, and asked him tentatively: "Who are you!"

The person at the entrance of the ancestral hall had pale silver hair, evil facial features, and bottomless black pupils.

He opened his mouth and said softly, "My name is Araya!"

The man lying on the wooden board looked frightened and uneasy, deeply felt an unprecedented fear, he covered his chest with his hands, tried his best to stabilize his breath, squirmed up and down his throat a few times, and said tremblingly: "You are the ......"

Before the man finished speaking, he was interrupted by the cold voice of the desolate night: "That's right, it's me, looking at the breath of your body, it must be the god of the underworld! I've been waiting for you here for a long time!"

"How did you know I was here?"

Deserted Night walked over step by step, dressed in a dark robe like a ghost, he gently stretched out a foot, crossed the threshold, and walked in front of the god of the underworld, and his voice was as empty as a ghost: "This, you don't need to know, do you know that you came to look for you, do you know what the reason is?"

The god stared at the burly man in front of him, and didn't say a word for a long time, just now in the Zero Sword Sect, he had been injured by Yang Huan and Na Xu Fuhui, no matter what the intention of this desolate night in front of him was, it would not be beneficial to him, if he made a move now, could he win him, this ghostly monster in front of him was still unknown!

"What's the matter, talk?" The voice of the deserted night was as cold as a river in winter, and the flow of "bang-la-la" flowed, and the cold pierced straight to the bottom of my heart.

The transparent cold air in the ancestral hall seems to suddenly derive countless broken ice cubes, which are sucked into the body along the breath, and the creepy feeling spreads throughout the body like an electric shock for a while, so many years, no matter where the deserted night appears, it will always bring an overwhelming aura, this aura has an aggressive momentum, absolute arrogance and coldness, this cold always brings the death of countless people, the wails of countless people, so many years, the souls under the scattered stars are afraid that they have already accumulated into a vast ocean, up to the national guards, down to the civilian people, seeing the deserted night, it is as if in the dark to see the unprecedented desperate fear, no one can escape！

Deserted Night turned around, facing the god of the underworld, and said lightly: "It seems that you are injured, if I take advantage of the danger at this time, I accept you into the mirror of the god of the underworld, and spread it in the future, I am afraid it will not be good for my reputation." ”

"You don't need to be fake, if you want to kill, you will kill, if you want to kill, don't talk so much nonsense!"

"Shhh Deserted Night looked at him with a look of pity, and his mouth made a poisonous snake-like cool sound.

Hearing the end of the sound like a viper signal, the god closed his eyes in despair, but waited quietly for a few seconds, his body was not injured, he tried to slowly open his eyes, and found that the barren night was crouching down on one foot, and the two of them were looking at each other.

"You...... What do you mean!" the god of the Immortal asked him.

Deserted Night tilted his head and pondered for a while, then suddenly stood up, turned around with his hands behind his back, and let out a sigh: "I have always disliked taking advantage of people's danger, standing up, and fighting with me openly, whether you win or lose, let you be willing!"

"What are you talking about!" the god of the Immortal seemed to be suffering from an auditory hallucination, not believing that the legendary killer could be so moral.

While talking, Desert Night walked over to the door of the ancestral hall with a fast back on his back: "Come on!"

The god of the underworld dragged his body, trying his best to stabilize his breath, and now his body was hurt by Yang Huan not as much as before, no matter what, try his best, even if he was put into the mirror of the god of the underworld, it can be regarded as willing!

Araya turned around, his hands were leisurely behind his back, his eyebrows and eyes were sharp and he looked at the weak god in front of him, and said softly: "Let's shoot!"

The god of the underworld summoned countless black mist from his body, and the mist hissed a terrible scream like a demon, and the sound that tore people's hearts rushed towards the face of the desolate night like countless black snakes.

Araya looked indifferent, still maintaining the posture of putting his hands behind his back, and the moment he saw the black mist crashing into his body, a brilliant shield shining with thunder and lightning suddenly rushed out in front of Araiya, and after shattering the several black mists, the shield flashed a dazzling flash of calcium carbide and disappeared somewhere in Aranight's body.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the god of the underworld flew away, rushed to the front of the barren night, stretched out his hand to grab his clothes, and was ready to open his mouth to bite it down with a vicious look, the barren night stretched out his hand and shook the god of the underworld open, and for a while, a series of electric light exploded at the door of the ancestral hall, and countless bending and dense blue-black lightning mixed with dark blue electric light, like saltpeter gunpowder exploded at the door of the ancestral hall full of barren grass without any scruples, and the air was immediately filled with a smell of saltpeter, and countless lightning flashed through the body of the god of the underworld in an instant, at that moment, the god of the underworld looked at the sky with a pale faceThe desperate beastly eyes squeezed out the pitch-black liquid, and sprayed a black liquid from its mouth, raising a knife arc in the white light flooded air, and spilling it onto the dead poplar tree!

The contrast of pitch black and withered yellow is very cautious!

The god of the underworld was lying on the ground weakly, his face was pale in color, and the dark unknown liquid at the corner of his mouth fell to the ground drop by drop, sticky and terrifying, he raised his eyes, and looked at the monster in front of him with infinite expansion of divine power unwillingly, his lips trembled and trembled and said: "If I hadn't been injured before, how would you be my opponent! If you eat the unscrupulous and majestic Lei Yuan God around you, it must be a pleasure! I'm afraid that I will not be blessed!"

"Death is going to die, where is so much nonsense!"

The surrounding cold wind swept the piles of fallen leaves and broken dead grass on the ground, sad like a bleak elegy, quietly singing the past that is difficult to let go of in the world.

Araya took out a jade carving from his waist behind him, summoned a large piece of thunder light from the palm of his hand, opened one end of the jade carving, and immediately released a large cloud of black smoke from the jade carving, which quickly dispersed like a fog, intensifying in the air, getting thicker and thicker, while sitting on the ground The self-caring god of the underworld clutched his chest tightly, and his eyes that were originally full of beastliness seemed to be suddenly controlled by something, and he looked at the jade carving that was slowly suspended in the air, and in a blink of an eye, he saw that the god of the underworld was bound by an invisible force in the air, and his body was surrounded by black smokeAfter spinning in the air a few times, it turned into a blood-black liquid, and a fishy smell quickly spread with the cold wind, and the blood-black liquid was collected into the jade carving that was still blooming smoke in the air, and then Deserted Night stretched out his hand to recall the jade carving, collected the black light, and retracted his waist.

Deserted night is still indifferent, patted the dust on his clothes, his hands are naturally behind his back, with a cold face, he left the ancestral hall step by step, he walked slowly, while humming softly: "Heaven and earth are difficult to stop, the river is difficult to return to ......"

The vast and magnificent clouds in the sky slowly piled up and gathered, rotating into a whirlpool, the temperature in the air suddenly cooled down, freezing all the sounds, the desolate sound of the dead grass being blown suddenly disappeared, the whole space seemed to be quiet as the scene before the rainstorm, the white light that was originally flooded in the air was slowly dyed by the yellow clouds in the sky layer by layer, and the strange rocky peaks in the distance were like huge and terrifying monsters, opening their big black mouths and looking straight up at the sky, as if asking for something.

In the distance in front of Araiya, a vague figure slowly appeared unclearly, a man, carrying a woman on his back, hurried towards the direction of Araya step by step, Araiya's face immediately showed a sinister smile, and the surrounding air was intertwined with at least four people's strange divine powers, chaotic, indistinguishable, mountain rain is coming!