The end of the infinite god's prayer is a long dream

When I went, I had already walked through most of the void

You say you crave pampering

Even if the whispers in your ears are incomprehensible

But I still like the dignified side face under the lightning streamer

So I changed to the wind of your life

Accompany you in the four seasons, walk with you, and be moved by you

If you're busy leaving

If the northern geese will not return

The years are desolate

I'm not going to dodge either

There are no real four seasons for only one person

You're so lonely

But he said that a person was fine

The vast sky, sparse stars.

The cold blades flying up and down around the body of the northward migrated smashed the sharp lightning one by one, and the cold broken swords that fell in the night sky were soaked in moonlight, the lightning that lost its luster, and countless stones like powder, fell with a sound and fell to the surface of the phantom dust lake, impacting the calm of the lake and sinking to the bottom of the lake. Jairus was shocked to the ground by a palm of the northward migration, roared with a bloody mouth, and stomped the ground with the soles of his feet, and the blood water on his ankles was splashed several meters high, and fell back to the ground like a bleak rain.

Yang Huan and the feminine woman opposite stood face to face, without saying a word. The air seemed to suddenly derive countless tiny silver needles, and as the air was sucked into the body, it was stiff and sharp, suffocating helplessly.

"Get out of the way, little ghost, you're in my way. The woman opened her lips slightly, and her voice was extremely seductive and light.

"You, also come to fetch Lei Lingyu?"

"You're not talking nonsense! If you don't come and get this fun thing, who risked their lives to come to this place where birds don't!"

"Lei Lingyu, I'll get it today!" Before Yang Huan finished speaking, he turned his head and ran to grab Lei Lingyu, wading through the blood and water, and made a "bang, bang, bang".

The woman smiled lightly, and a puff of white vapor came out from her white fingertips, fluttering and falling on the blood water at her feet, and the deep blood water formed a thick layer of blood ice and stretched in the direction of Yang Huan. Yang Huan couldn't react, his feet were firmly frozen by the ice, he looked back at the black figure that walked away slowly, like a ghost, his heart trembled, and he took a deep breath. The woman twisted her slender waist and walked over step by step, and the northward migration and the battle in the sky behind her continued to burst out with dazzling light, like fireworks in the night sky, blooming wantonly behind the woman. She walked to Yang Huan's side, slanted a glance contemptuously, and walked forward quickly and arrogantly with a "hum". Yang Huan was anxious to open his legs and catch up, but it didn't work. The woman stepped forward step by step, she stretched out her white hand and took off the thunder spirit jade, and the blue and black light shone brightly in the night, penetrating people's hearts.

Suddenly, the sky was burned red and translucent, and a dragon's roar came from a distance, and the whole body was burning with flames, and it flipped up and down to fly to Yang Huan's feet and rushed away, breaking the ice, Yang Huan lifted it hard, pulled out his legs from the ice, and ran to the woman's side like the wind to take Lei Lingyu. The woman didn't have time to react to all this, and the Lei Lingyu in her hand had already been taken away by Yang Huan. She hurried to catch up, grabbed Lei Lingyu, and the two of them each grabbed half of Lei Lingyu in this way, looking at each other, secretly exerting force.

"You let me go!"

The woman suddenly stretched out her hand and turned into a white ice pick, inserted it into Yang Huan's left shoulder, and at the same time shook Yang Huan away with a palm, Yang Huan tightly grasped the Lei Lingyu that was split in half, and before she had time to stand firmly, she stumbled, shattered layers of mist, accompanied by cold moonlight, and fell down.

"Yang Huan!" came the cry of a desperate move north from the sky. Moving north, his hands and going to the dust were constantly staggered, and countless scattered points of light dragged the brilliant tails of light from the sky to the broken ice on the ground, and the blood-red ice refracted countless brilliant rays, which were particularly dazzling in the dark night.

The magnificent lightning that swirled like a galaxy around his body was summoned, and the air seemed to be washed in blood, and those lightning dragged the brilliant and dazzling tail wings like a storm and shattered with a powerful impact, and a bright yellow shining electric curtain seemed to be hung between heaven and earth, and a bloody storyline was staged brilliantly. Every lightning bolt seemed to be real and illusory, appearing and disappearing, flashing dazzling and terrifying electric sparks exploded everywhere, the fishy sweet and cold night wind, the blood-red lake water overflowed the woman's knees, she, holding half of the thunder spirit jade, waded through the blood water, and left this place as cold as a devil step by step.

Beiqian looked anxious and angry, the black line at the corner of his eyes instantly turned blood-red, put away the light of the silver lines on his arm, turned around and turned into a brilliant long sword with cold light, the silver blood groove of the sword body continued to vibrate, and the lightning around the sword body rotated and sucked into the sword body, and suddenly moved, and the lightning shot out of the dust collided violently, and the cool night sky "boomed" in an instant, and the sound of collapse and horror was released, and the lake water stirred up thousands of feet high, and fell into the lake again, tragic and desolate.

The people behind the tree saw that Yang Huan had fallen off his career, and was drinking wine, when his eyes suddenly widened, and he suddenly turned into a giant dragon with flames burning all over his body, tore and jumped, overwhelmed the dust and northward migration energy, and quickly rushed to the bottom of the ya, caught Yang Huan who was still falling, broke through the clouds with a hiss, rushed to the sky from the bottom of the ya, put Yang Huan on the body of the Wanggui bird, and quickly disappeared into the clouds and night.

The brilliant long sword retracted its light, turned around and looked back at the body of the returning bird, looked at Yang Huan anxiously, and asked with concern: "Are you okay?"

Yang Huan stared at him, shaking his head like a dream, a young man who had just stepped into the bush should not have to bear this.

"Xiao Xiao gathers regret the streamer sword, I didn't expect it to be so sharp after hundreds of years. "I dusted off my clothes.

Beiqian turned his head and looked at him: "After so many years, it's rare that you haven't forgotten." ”

"The ancient sword god, gathering repentance streamers, flying clouds in the north night, moving shallow chanting. It was this sword that hurt me in the first place, of course I remember. Fu Chen frowned, looking uneasy.

"What about the Ancient Sword God? I have survived three lives of poisonous fire, suffered four hundred years of calamity, and lived only to kill you in this life. ”

"Kill me?" "Go to the dust and smiled contemptuously: "Even your master ghost king can't kill me, it's up to you?"

"You are proud of your own heavenly instincts, and you connive at the Infinite God Prayer to kill wantonly in the Deserted Night, do you think that only I want to kill you?"

"If they had killed me, you wouldn't have seen me today. ”

"Even if you die, I will crush your bones and scatter ashes, a shame for seven hundred years! What kind of skills do you have, I have learned it seven hundred years ago, this is suddenly seven lifetimes, let me see how much ability I can go to the dust without the spirit sword!" Beiqian gritted his teeth and looked at the dust, and his tone was eager to break the dust into thousands of pieces.

"Yo! He looked at Yang Huan holding half of Lei Lingyu in the palm of his hand, stretched out his hand, pointed to Beiqian, and looked evil: "That's it, I'll give you two choices, first, hand over Lei Lingyu and this little evil seed, I may consider letting you go, second, you come and fight with me, if you win, you leave, if you lose, I'll let you go, how about it?"

"Go to the dust, come on, I'm going to see today that seven hundred years have passed, what skills you have grown!"

The night was slowly diluted by the white light, and the moon in the east seemed to be covered with a blood-colored light veil, and the soft moonlight permeated with a tragic blood, just like a beautiful female ghost in front of the ghost gate, opening her bloody teeth to examine the world. The Lake of Phantom Dust had completely turned into a lake of blood, and the deep blood water had melted into the darkness of no hope. There are only two formidable forces in the sky confronting each other, Beiqian and Yang Huan stand on the shoulders of the Wanggui Bird, and in the dark night sky, they are falling flame-colored feathers one after another, shining with golden light.

The Extreme of Artesesi: The Temple of Coldness

Diexi walked to the entrance of the temple with her backpack on her back, and the soldiers on guard crossed their spears to block her path.

"I'm from the wind side, I have something important to call your master, and please pass it on my behalf. Dusting the sweat from his forehead, he panted and spoke.

"The master is not in the city, the girl should please go back!"

"Not in the city?" asked anxiously, "Then where did your master go?"

"The master has arrived at the West Desolate Dust Lake, the girl should come back to visit another day!" the soldier's face was stiff and serious.

"Phantom Dust Lake?" Fluttering thought in her heart, suddenly there was a loud "boom" from behind her, she looked back, the sky directly west of the temple gate was lit up by the transparent flames of flames, and the two blurred figures on the skyline were fighting fiercely, and the lightning flames scattered in all directions, illuminating most of the night sky. Without looking back, he thanked the soldier and hurried towards the Phantom Dust Lake.

The Extreme of Artese: The West Desolate Dust Lake

The lightning rubbed against each other, and the air was filled with the terrifying smell of saltpeter, and the lightning was like a raging storm, shooting everywhere, instantly filling the entire sky, making people have nowhere to escape.

Beiqian looked at everything in front of him with a solemn face, his hands were raised from the bottom to the top, and the blood and water on the ground instantly condensed into a huge ice curtain, rising from the ground to the sky, across the sky and the earth, scattered lightning continued to impact, each lightning carried terrifying power to destroy the ice curtain.

In less than a second, the huge ice curtain between heaven and earth collapsed, reflecting the faint moonlight, and countless broken ice blocks fell from the sky, like a dream.

The ground was silent, looking up to see countless ice blocks falling from the sky, and her hands summoned divine magic, and an invisible wall of qi shielded the shattered ice around her body.

Yang Huan in the sky inadvertently looked at the small figure on the ground, and was shocked, and then took a closer look, it was clearly her who was sheltering from the rain in the bamboo house that day.

The battle between the north migration and the dust was intense, the palms of the two of them were facing each other, and the palms of the palms continued to fly out dazzling light, and the two were deadlocked.

"Whoosh!"

Fuchen secretly sacrificed an arrow "whoosh" and shot it in the direction of the northward migration, and the northward migration reacted quickly and dodged the first arrow, but the second arrow shot by the dust went straight into the left shoulder of the northward migration, and the northward migration endured the severe pain and withdrew the power of divine prayer, and the moment it was withdrawn, the impact of the dust swept away in the direction of the northward migration and Yanghuan like a flood. Beiqian frowned and forcibly mobilized the magic to make Wanggui Bird turn around and avoid the impact of going to the dust, but the moment the scattered wisp of impact was about to penetrate Yang Huan's chest, Beiqian suddenly opened his eyes wide, covered the small wound on his shoulder, and stretched out his hands to block Yang Huan without hesitation.

That moment, the world was black and white.

All the sounds disappeared in an instant, like a black and white silent movie, like a cloud of doom.

"Move north!"

Yang Huan screamed out in a lost voice, and he hugged Beiqian's shoulders and shook vigorously: "What's wrong with you!

There was no blood on Beiqian's face, his eyes were half open, and he stretched out his hand to protect Yang Huan, but it fell heavily!

The bird chirped loudly, turned away, and disappeared without a trace.

"Hmph!" a cold sneer from the dust was like a sharp knife, shaking and dissolving in the night.

He returned to the ground, wrapped up tightly, and prepared to go back.

"Go to the Lord of Dusty City. ”

"Are you?" said Fuchen looked at Diexi, a puzzled expression.

"I'm from the wind side, and the city lord has important matters to discuss. ”

"Kazel is here?"

"Nope. ”

"Let's talk about it when we go back to the Coldless Palace!"

Blood flowed everywhere in the desolate Phantom Dust Lake, and the figures of the dust and the rest slowly disappeared in the night in the direction of the Coldless Temple.

When the world falls and dies because of you,

I will do my best to cheer for love,

Cry for love,

A hundred years ago you were going to give up,

No more for me from now on,

How many lies to deceive yourself in the days to come!

Your laughter reminds me of the old days,

Falling to every corner of my life,

I thought I would always be by your side,

Today we are leaving in this vast sea of people.

Time flies,

Future future, future.