There was absolute darkness all around.

Even if you open your eyes wide, you can't see clearly whether the road under your feet is the path that leads to the netherworld from which you will never recover.

The air was icy and damp, and the wind was biting, but the wind could not be heard.

There was a dead silence like a grave in the field, and an instinctive uneasiness arose in the bottom of people's hearts.

Xia Sheng walked alone in this darkness with no end in sight, his eyes were full of hollowness, and his limbs seemed so numb, like a thoughtless walking corpse, killing endless years.

I don't know how long it took to walk, maybe it was a day, maybe it was 10,000 years, Xia Sheng finally stopped for the first time, quietly raised his head, and looked at the sky that was darker than thick ink.

Still nothing to see, no light, no hope, everything is as it was.

So he lowered his head again and continued his journey towards the distant land where there was no future.

Suddenly, there was finally a noise in the world.

"Click. ”

The sound came from under Xia Sheng's feet, as if he had accidentally stepped on a small puddle of water, causing ripples.

The sudden change made Xia Sheng's eyes a little more confused, as if he had gradually woken up from tens of thousands of years of deep sleep, and then he bent down with some curiosity and touched his feet.

Cold, agile and invisible, with a piece of moisture.

Water, indeed.

Why is there water?

Why is there water at this time?

Xia Sheng didn't understand, and he didn't want to think about it, he just wanted to go on like this, no matter whether there was an end or an end ahead.

So he straightened his back again and continued to stride.

It didn't take long for the top of his feet to get wet, his legs to be submerged, his steps to slow down, his cadence to become smaller and smaller, and the water splashed slowly on his chest, making his breathing heavier and heavier.

If there was really a sea of suffering in the world, then Xia Sheng at this time never thought of turning back, but chose to sink into it.

Even if the surface of the water has spread to his mouth.

Perhaps out of instinct, Xia Sheng took his last deep breath, then closed his lips tightly, allowing the biting water to completely submerge him and transport him to another world.

And it was at this time, in front of his eyes, that pictures finally appeared.

He saw himself with a spear in his hand, reigning over the world.

He saw that he was sitting on an astonishing fortune and spending a lot of money.

He saw himself leading the twelve warriors of the demon clan to set foot on land from the bottom of the sea for the first time.

He saw that he burned incense and sacrificed to the sky, and with blood as a recommendation, he commanded 100,000 barbarian generals and waved his troops to the Central Plains.

......

In the end, these chaotic and redundant images precipitated into eight points of light, hovering in front of his eyes, lingering and lingering.

Not in reincarnation.

Xia Sheng's consciousness finally became clearer, but his lungs had been squeezed out and were collapsing rapidly, and he reached out in a panic, trying to grab something, but what was left for him was nothingness.

He persevered until the last moment, but he could no longer suppress the despair in his heart.

So he let go of his clenched fist, stopped the trembling of his body, lost the last trace of desire to survive, and chose to leave himself to fate.

After all, the conditioned reflexes of the body triumphed over reason.

His lips parted.

The lobes of his lungs expanded.

The cold water poured into his body, wiping away the warmth that had just risen in his heart.

The water soaked into his lungs, but it seemed to turn into a scorching flame, scorching his internal organs in the heat, and the intense pain rushed over his skull, like a giant pair of pincers to crush his brain.

The next moment, Xia Sheng's body began to warm up again.

It's like a baby back in its mother's body.

Despair and fear then went away, leaving him with only a piece of peace, he no longer had to feel the suffering of this world, what awaited him was a new life.

A light representing hope pierced the world, shining brightly on his body, and a voice exploded in his ears.

"He woke up. ”

Xia Sheng's body experienced the last trembling, as if he saw the distance between light and darkness collide, felt the flames and glaciers explode in his body at the same time, and his memories began to manifest, like a strong wave of qi through the vast void, and like a monstrous wave rolling towards him.

Immediately after, Xia Sheng opened his eyes.

He found himself lying on the bed, familiar faces flickering in front of him, and the bright light pierced his eyes.

"Tang ......" Xia Sheng blinked his eyes like a conditioned reflex, and his thinking was still a little sluggish for a while.

The next moment, Tang Xixi disappeared from Xia Sheng's sight, and was replaced by another face that looked a little immature.

The girl looks about the same age as Xia Sheng, with big eyes, a small nose, a faint flush on her cheeks, and a slight upturned pink lip line.

But in Xia Sheng's eyes, it was a confusing strangeness, until the other party raised a pearl hairpin in front of his eyes.

"Is this thing yours?"

The girl's voice is very good, like a spiritual spring in the mountain, clear and moving.

But Xia Sheng's attention was not on this, but all focused on the pearl hairpin.

A hint of confusion flashed across his face, and he greedily took a breath of cold air, finally remembering the scene before he fell unconscious.

This is not another rebirth.

It's that he's alive.

For a while, all the memories poured into Xia Sheng's mind like a tide, allowing him to understand the current situation in the fastest time.

He remembered that on the official road outside Luoyang that day, he happened to witness the scene of Meng Qi being chased and killed, so he came to the rescue, but accidentally fell into an ambush set by the other party, and his success was lost.

At that last moment, the Soul Breaking Sword in his hand was deeply trapped in the humanoid puppet transformed by the Yin-Yang Mirror, and the poor Sang in his body was blocked by a bright sword intent, unable to give him life back, so in a hurry, he threw the pearl hairpin in his arms.

It was what his mother had left behind.

He originally hoped to drag Tang Xixi into a lose-lose situation, but now it seems that he has not succeeded.

Thinking of this, Xia Sheng's heart sank again.

You must know that although this pearl hairpin is not as sharp as Huai'an's Soul Breaking Sword, at that moment, what is attached to it is Xia Sheng's supreme sword intent, his throw seems to be light, but in fact, it is the most powerful marksmanship on this continent, a hundred birds and a phoenix!

Under such circumstances, Tang Xixi actually retreated?

Because of the strong shock, Xia Sheng couldn't even hear the question raised by the girl, but subconsciously asked, "Where is Meng Qi? How long have I been sleeping?"

For Xia Sheng's anti-guest attitude, the girl did not seem annoyed, but replied calmly: "That female killer was rescued by others, as for you...... I've been in a coma for two whole days. ”

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PS: Thank you for the 200 reward of 'Wen Yan Ruhua', and finally rushed to the throne of the hall master, scattering flowers......