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But at this moment, he realized that people who have not experienced it will never know how painful it is to watch their dearest people die in front of their eyes!

It's as if a piece of my heart is forever missing, and even breathing, as if I feel tired.

If the difficulty of breathing is too contrived, then it is, swallowing ten lemons in an instant, and the heart is ravaged thousands of times by that sourness in an instant, coming and going, and the intestines are full of knots.

That's how it feels.

The aroma of wine is still lingering, and the heat of the food is not dissipating, but those who used to sit at the table to drink and eat food are now forever missing.

However, if you think about it, isn't this what life is? Joys and sorrows, birth, old age, sickness and death, love and hatred, are all part of life and part of the way of heaven. A cultivator's life goes against the sky, and in the end, it is inevitable that he will have to go with the sky after all.

Nangong looked at the trajectory of the dissipation of the light and cried silently.

"Nangong, don't be sad...... Liang Zi hugged him gently, and comforted him softly: "Isn't there still a technique to restore the yang......?"

"It's useless. Nangong Muran shook his head and said in a hoarse voice: "Dad's life imprint has dissipated...... Even if it is a divine dragon, it can't resurrect him...... It's useless......"

Liang Zizhi was silent when he heard it.

Just as there are no two identical leaves in the sky, every person in the heavens and the earth, and even every living being, is a unique existence. They may be mediocre, or outstanding, heroic, or dull, and so on, but without exception, they will all have the imprint of heaven and earth in their bodies.

This imprint, like a mark, a one-of-a-kind mark.

If the imprint of leaves is the texture of their surface, then the imprint of people is the imprint of their life.

It's like a coordinate, or it can be said to be a trajectory or proof that a person has existed before his life. Therefore, even if it is a divine dragon, if it wants to resurrect a person, it must find this mark.

Otherwise, even if it is resurrected, it will be a new life, and it will no longer be the person you want to see.

This is the essence of life.

The reason why Liang Siqin was resurrected was because she left a tear in the world;

Ansuna was able to be resurrected because her body had been preserved by Imo for 1,800 years;

Back then, the Wolf Tooth Army was in turmoil, and Datang killed countless children, and they were able to be resurrected because their bones were still there. Even if the bones are cold, there are still remains, and even if the remains turn into loess, there is still that piece of loess.

All in all, no matter how slim, no matter where they are lost, there will always be proof of their existence, traces of their activities, breath they breathe, and things they have left behind. And all of this is the imprint of life.

But the death of the old leatherman, turning into light and returning to heaven and earth, was the most complete annihilation, and it was also the harshest punishment of heaven and earth for cultivators. In other words, Nangong was right, his life imprint had disappeared, or rather, his imprint had been assimilated by heaven and earth......

In other words, he has completely lost the possibility of resurrection!

When Liang Zi thought of this, he couldn't help but burst into tears and felt sad.

She looked at Nangong, looking at this young man who grew up with her, grew up together, and walked through thousands of rivers and mountains together, and the pain in her heart was not under him at all. I have the heart to comfort, but I don't know where to start.

What the deceased has been there for a long time, and what festival mourning has changed, everyone understands these truths, but how many can really do it?

In the face of life and death, how many people in the world can really be free?

"Alas...... If you want to cry, then cry as much as you want......" Liang Zi hugged Nangong tightly, just as he hugged her when her mother went.

Tears are never a proof of weakness.

It only proves that grief is a real existence, not an illusion.

However, Nangong didn't cry because his tears had dried up. It's just that there is still a little splash on the cheeks at this time.

Silence is the Qinglongju in the night tonight.

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I don't know how long the silence passed, but suddenly a breeze blew by, and a person walked in outside the door, waking everyone up, and when they looked back, they found that it was actually a woman.

The woman was slender and had a face as gentle as water. Looking at her, one can't help but think of the wisp of smoke rising in the sunset.

Liang Zi frowned.

She didn't know this woman, but she always felt that the other party's eyes seemed to be where she had seen them, but when she saw her face clearly, it was obviously very strange. The people who can quietly appear here will definitely not be ordinary people, so who is this woman who quietly appears?

What's even more strange is that when the woman saw Liang Zi, she nodded to her, as if she knew, so Liang Zi was stunned again.

At this time, seeing the woman come in, Nangong's puppet-like body finally moved. He turned to look at her, and suddenly said, "It's you!"

"It's me, long time no see. The woman said softly.

"yes, long time no see. Nangong smiled reluctantly, but it was ugly as if he was crying.

When the woman saw his smile, her expression suddenly darkened, as if she had thought of something, and asked urgently, "What about him?"

What about him?

What an inexplicable question!

But Nangong knew very well who she was asking. He shook his head slightly, looked at the woman deeply, and said suddenly, "Are you late......?"

When she first appeared, the woman's eyes were still shining with hope, but when she heard Nangong's words, the light was instantly extinguished.

She didn't speak, just stood still, her slender body trembling slightly, tears flashing in her eyes.

The rest of the people saw that she seemed to know Nangong, so they couldn't be disturbed.

Halfway through, the woman suddenly spoke, and sighed faintly: "Hey...... Really...... I'm still a step too late after all......"

"You already know?" asked Nangong.

"Hmm. The woman nodded slightly.

"Then why didn't you stop him?" Nangong walked over slowly, looked at the woman and said word by word: "Why are you?"

"You answer me!"

He suddenly shouted: "You know that the second uncle is going to kill him, why don't you save him? The second uncle loves your sister the most, as long as you open your mouth to intercede, my father will definitely not die! Why?!"

"You know that he is seriously injured and dying, why don't you stop him from coming to see me? Then why don't you persuade him, why don't you save him?!"

"He's not your husband, but he's my father! Why do you want to watch him die?!"

"You answer me......"

"Mother!"

In the end, Nangong had already shouted heartbreakingly. He looked at the woman in front of him, and his eyes moistened again. Only this time, instead of tears, he shed ......

Blood!

Tears!

Blood and tears are vertical and horizontal, like a stream flowing through the wasteland, rendering Nangong's face like a ghost. But he didn't notice it, just looked at the woman, waiting for her answer.

"I'm sorry, little book......"

"Don't call me Xiaoshu!" Nangong shouted frantically, "You're not my mother! I don't have a mother like you!"

"I'm sorry...... I...... It's really too late...... I'm sorry, second brother, he ......" The tears in the woman's eyes finally couldn't help but flow.

She was distressed, but looking at Nangong at this time, she could only say sorry one after another.

But what's the use of being sorry?

No matter how much I say I'm sorry, can I bring the dead back to life?

But not to mention, she didn't know how to face Nangong's questioning, and she was flustered for a while, and it was really difficult to explain.

At this time, Nangong had lost his mind, and he didn't even know what he was saying or doing. If he only stored up his sorrow like a flood before, then now when he sees the woman in front of him, this flood finally poured out and was out of control.

Blood and tears were still flowing, and the helpless cry was still continuing, but gradually, Nangong's body suddenly began to grow taller, and a ball of light suddenly appeared on the severed right arm.

"It's not good! He's too sad and he's going to fall into a demon!" Lin Xuanran's face changed, his body flickered, and he suddenly appeared behind Nangong, and then slashed out a palm knife.

This blow, she used all her strength, without reservation.

Because she knows better than anyone how perverted Nangong's body is. Only in this way can she ensure that she can knock Nangong unconscious with one blow.

Nangong was in a state of confusion at this time, and he was unaware of this. But the woman exclaimed, and subconsciously slapped a palm at Lin Xuanran.

But she's fast, but someone is faster than her.

I saw a purple figure flash, and Liang Zi's fist had already appeared in front of him. The woman was startled and hurriedly withdrew her palm. With a "snap", the two of them intersected with their fists, and each floated back.

Fortunately, the woman's cultivation is deep and she is free, so she is not injured.

And just between the lightning and flint, Lin Xuanran's palm knife had already come to the back of Nangong's head.

But it was also between this lightning and flint that suddenly there was a great deal of brilliance!

I saw a cloud of aqua blue light, which erupted from Nangong's body, spreading outward like a light mask. Lin Xuanran's palm knife, only a fraction of a centimeter, slashed right on this light mask, and as a result, it bounced back on the spot and knocked over a place of wine and food.

The next moment, there was a sudden "roar" of wild roar, and a force that Pei Mo could resist suddenly erupted from Nangong's body!

Suddenly, like a violent wind, the entire Qinglongju courtyard was razed to the ground on the spot. And Nangong, who was standing in the center of the storm, had already completely turned into a dragon, and his eyes were red, like a demon.

"Little book!" exclaimed the woman.

She had never seen Nangong look so terrifying, and she subconsciously wanted to walk over. But as soon as he moved, he was stopped by Liang Zi.

At this time, Liang Zi finally understood that the woman in front of him was the Mrs. Nangong who watched him grow up, Nangong and his mother. After all, although Xiu Wei can change his appearance, Nangong will never recognize the wrong person.

Of course, now Mrs. Nangong has recovered her original identity and is called Sanniang.

Nangong Sanniang.

"Auntie, let's go!" Liang Zi said quickly to Sanniang, and then pulled her to retreat quickly without saying anything.

"But he ...... the little book"

"I can't care so much, Auntie!" Ye Jianzang, who was retreating next to him, interjected: "Nerd, he has fallen into the devil now, and he kills people when he sees them, let's take care of ourselves! Of course, your cultivation may be fine, but we are ...... Hehe...... I might want you to protect it......"

"Yes, Auntie, let's go first!" Liang Zi urged again.

Seeing this, Sanniang had no choice but to retreat.

As Ye Jianzang said, her own cultivation is profound, it is the level of the middle of the eighth order, even if Nangong is enchanted, it will definitely not threaten her safety, but it is difficult for others to say.

Others, indeed, need her protection.

Now that Nangong Ziliang is just dead, Nangong has already made Nangong fall into the devil on the spot. If when he came to his senses, he found out that he had inadvertently killed his close relatives and friends, wouldn't it be a catastrophe?

As soon as she thought of this, Sanniang hurriedly escorted everyone to evacuate, especially Lu Yun and Xiao Beina, the two "weak chickens", who needed to be protected.

Soon, everyone left the Qinglong Residence.

As soon as they walked on their front feet, they collapsed on their back feet.

It was trampled by Nangong.

He just stomped on the ground with a light kick, like stepping on a cockroach, and with just one kick, the hill collapsed in half.

Although they had already seen the power of entering the Demon Nangong in Hamna Tower, when they saw it again at this time, everyone couldn't help but feel frightened - the Nangong now is stronger than it was back then.

On that day in Hamna Tower, Nangong was enchanted, and his strength was only at the peak of the seventh order, and now, he was already standing firmly in the gate of the eighth order.

A line of difference, heaven and earth!

"Little book...... Finally grown up!"

At this moment, Sanniang felt very pleased. She is not like the old leatherman Nangong Ziliang, who is relieved, but also sighs deeply and mourns her misfortune.

Sanniang's relief is purely gratification.

Although Nangong is not her biological child, in her heart, Nangong is her son, and her love for Nangong is no less than that of the old leatherman.

Now that Nangong has grown up and is so powerful, what a proud thing it is for a mother?

As for what family, what world, what secret...... Hey, to hell with it!

Perhaps, this is the most selfish and selfless manifestation of motherhood......

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"Roar, roar!" Nangong was roaring wildly, destroying everything in front of him. At this moment, an extremely powerful aura suddenly appeared in the sky hundreds of miles away.

This aura is so powerful, always hundreds of miles away, and it also gives people the illusion of being close at hand.

This aura was so proud, it did not hide its existence, and it completely ignored the countless snooping divine senses shot out from the ground, and quickly approached in the direction where Nangong was.

This posture is like a goshawk, looking down at the ants on the ground.

This gesture is also like a proud and powerful lord, patrolling his territory and accepting the worship of all peoples.

"It's him!"

"It's finally here!" Sanniang's face suddenly changed. (To be continued.) )