readx;? For Thirteen Lang, it didn't seem to matter whether he had heard it or not, and even the meaning of that sentence didn't matter, and after a moment of wakeness, he returned to his previous state, as if he was asleep, and his mind was lost. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Meaning to walk with you, the galloping figure draws a smooth line in the starry sky, which looks extremely wonderful.

Behind him, the planet that had been with him for an unknown amount of time also began to move, drawing into the distance as if moved by a hand, merging with the stars.

On the way, the mending stone stopped steadily in the palm of the hand, and the colorful light flickered faintly, and while reflecting the surrounding stars, it seemed to be carrying out some kind of communication.

It was an extremely mysterious feeling, the countless stars in the distance blinked, like a group of people greeting in a silent way, and the mending stones could distinguish them one by one, and choose the one that they thought was in tune with them, and responded with a flicker, and the next moment, when the lucky star jumped up to signal further communication, the mending stones seemed to be tired of it, or had forgotten, and looked elsewhere.

It is like a king with countless beauties, wandering and choosing among countless expectant and waiting eyes, but always touching and disappearing, never staying in one place.

Here is the credit of the Thirteen Lang, it is he who gave the Heaven Replenishing Stone the ability to act, so that it can get the opportunity to live in the ten thousand flowers.

If Thirteen Lang was the same as when he first came in, or if King Agu was still beside him, when he could notice the changes in the Heavenly Stone, he should have a little doubt, but unfortunately this is not the case, Thirteen Lang has been thinking about the meaning and source of that sentence, and pursuing the direction of that voice, and King Agu has disappeared. It's dead.

Such and such. Thirteen Lang walked by the stone, and soon, perhaps a long time, he came across another star, and paused slightly at its edge.

He shouldn't have stopped.

The voice in his head, the stone in his hand, each had a strange force urging him forward, but there was another force in his body that confronted him, an instinct cultivated by tens of millions of actions. Driven by that instinct. Jusan Lang paused for a moment, habitually grabbing a man from the planet with his empty hand, watching him turn into fire and ashes until he died completely.

It's like getting used to something, not doing it for a long time, and it seems that you have forgotten it, but the memory that remains in your body, muscles, and blood is still there, and suddenly one day it is triggered by something, and it comes immediately.

"I think I've seen it" at the fire. Thirteen Lang's expression was slightly confused.

The change from "like having heard" to "like seeing" means that a reinforcing noose is slightly loosened, or only a trivial pause, but even the slightest change is immediately interrupted.

"Ah Zhe said nothing. The name of the nose. For the absence of time, for the absence of space, for the bounds of immeasurable karmic retribution. ”

The voice in his mind became stern, and Thirteen Lang Zhihai was a little stinging, frowned slightly, and suddenly lowered his head to look at the Heavenly Stone.

"What's the fever?"

There was a slight feeling of heat in his palm, but when he tried to feel it seriously, he grabbed it again.

There are still changes, and when I raise my head again, the ** caused by instinct has been extinguished. Jusan Lang glanced at the planet casually, as if he had completely forgotten what he had just done, passed by it, and left.

As it departed, the chaos caused by the "coming of the sky" on the star gradually subsided, and it merged with the stars in the movement, and everything returned to normal.

I don't know how long it took, when he passed through the next star, Thirteen Lang repeated the act of catching people and watching the fire again, as usual, the voice was more severe, and the burning degree of the Heaven Replenishing Stone was even higher.

"What's the fever?"

Thirteen Lang lowered his head, checked, and found nothing, shook his head in confusion, then got up and left.

In this way, every time a certain star passes, the instinct in the body will awaken, such as the recurrence of a stubborn illness that causes Thirteen Lang to pause, whenever this time, the voice in his head will always intensify, and the Tonifying Stone will heat up, and Thirteen Lang will always check, as usual, he will always find nothing.

I don't know how many times I have been like this, I don't know how many stars I have passed, how many people have been caught, how many flames I have seen, how many times I have felt the heat and stinging, gradually, Thirteen Lang is a little powerless.

There are two pressures, first of all, Thirteen Lang's body has become smaller, and the proportion between it and the Heaven Replenishing Stone has gradually become out of balance, and the stone that was held in the palm of his hand like an egg at the beginning has now become as big as an altar, and it is becoming more and more difficult for Thirteen Lang to hold it. Second, along the way, the voice in his head grew stronger, making him frown and shake his head.

At a certain moment, when the Mending Heaven Stone was about the same age as him, Thirteen Lang passed by a star and hesitated.

"As if"

He looked at the star, at the people on the star, screaming in panic and with puzzled expressions.

After a long journey, the instincts cultivated by tens of millions of actions were finally worn out, and Thirteen Lang couldn't remember what to do, only a little doubt and hesitation.

A wonderful thing is happening at this moment.

"There is no time, there is no space, and there is no limit to the realm of karma. ”

That sentence, that voice, and the voice indifferently were exactly the same as most of the time along the way, but because that star was by his side, the feelings brought to Thirteen Lang were also different.

He felt pain.

At the moment, the voice didn't become harsh, but he still felt pain.

Before he knew it, he was being developed into another habit, or reaction.

So Thirteen Lang habitually lowered his head, but he couldn't feel the heat that should be from the mending stone.

He shook his head and tried to leave, but his feet did not move, as if he remembered that something was not done when he was about to leave the house, and his feet were caught.

"Huh?"

Thinking about it, Thirteen Lang hesitantly stretched out his hand, grabbed one of those panicked people, and caught it.

The rules come into effect immediately, and people become fire, fire turns to ashes, and ashes turn to nothing.

Rules are rules, and then things are the same as always, the mending stone is hot, Thirteen Lang lowered his head, the voice in his head suddenly became stern, and Thirteen Lang should move forward in severe pain.

But something different happens.

As he was leaving, Jusan Lang couldn't help but glance back and watch as the star began to move from a standstill, or change its original trajectory, and mingle with the other stars. It's hard to tell.

Slight changes. The meanings are very different.

Looking ahead, after looking at it, Thirteen Lang was thoughtful. At this moment, if you can see the depths of its eyes as before, you will find that a crack has formed in the chaos.

Maybe it shouldn't be called a crack, like drawing on a mirror with a fingernail, there will be marks. At this time, wipe it with a rag, and the mirror can still return to its original state.

Jushiro is in a different situation, and when he passes the next star, what happened before repeats itself.

Confused, he lowered his head, tentatively stretched out his hand, caught people and watched the fire, felt the burning heat and severe pain, and continued walking. Looking back, thoughtful.

On the mirror, Shisanro scratched the mark of the fingernail and scratched it again.

And so and

For Thirteen Lang. The mending stone became as big as a hill. Thirteen Lang couldn't hold it forward as before, but dragged it along.

During the long journey, Thirteen Lang looked extremely tired, his hair was gray, his face was extremely firm, and his eyes were smooth, but he looked at it as unpredictable as a quagmire.

"There is no word, and there is no time and no space. It is the realm of immeasurable karmic retribution. ”

"I've heard it"

The voice in his head still echoed, and it had become more aggravated and intensified recently, and Jusan Lang repeated the murmur that he had repeated hundreds of millions of times, stopping next to a star.

He didn't look at the Heavenly Stone again, but reached out and grabbed a person from the star, watching him turn into ashes and disappear, feeling the heat wave behind him enter his body and then turn around.

He became smaller, or rather, the stone grew up, and the slight burning turned into a heat wave, and the thirteen who had done this were punished as usual, his expression distorted in the stern reprimand.

At the same time, the scratch on the mirror was deepening.

"What's the point?"

The star disappeared into the distance, and Thirteen Lang, who had questioned this for the first time, turned his head and resumed his journey.

And so on and so forth

A huge flower appears in front of you.

The flower is divided into five petals such as plum, huge like a dome covering the starry sky, people in front of the flower, the first thing to see is not how magnificent its shape is, but the gap in the right.

The gap is so big, so ugly, so eye-catching and hateful, just like the scar on the face of a stunning beauty, people can't stop sighing for it, and they can't wait to think of a way to remedy it.

Flowers are like human faces, and now, the remedy has come.

The five-colored boulder rolled in the distance, and Thirteen Lang was behind him, like a withered wood and an old man, doing things like ants pushing mountains.

His face was full of fanatical expressions, his eyes were gray, but he looked extremely determined, his body was already overwhelmed and could collapse into a puddle of mud at any moment, but at that moment a heavenly aura grew from within him, prompting him to get back to his feet and push the boulder with all his might.

Foot by foot, inch by inch, every time the heavenly aura appeared, Shisanlang's body would lose a circle, and later, fire was released from his body, and the deepest source of life was sucked dry little by little, burning, and turning into the force that pushed the boulder.

Finally arrived, and the moment the boulder rolled to the breach, Jusan Lang stopped, straightened up, turned around, and took a closer look around.

Seeing through the entire sky at a glance, he understood everything in an instant.

The realm of flowers, the path of reincarnation, and the land of perdition, the three are really one. The realm is the petals, the stars are the stamens, as long as the mending stone is put back, the reincarnation will be repaired.

This is his mission to enter the realm, and the only way to leave.

At that time, everything he has lost will be returned, and he will be able to control this reincarnation.

"Huh"

The great work is about to be completed, and he should laugh a few times, but Thirteen Lang can't laugh, and he doesn't dare to laugh, because he is afraid that he will laugh and die here.

The closer you get to the top of the mountain, the more you need to be cautious, and the closer you get to the end, the more you can't relax, Thirteen Lang took a deep breath, lowered his head, and the speed of his body burning suddenly intensified, pushing the boulder with all his might, and taking the last step.

There was a soft click.

As if the lock was tightly sealed, it sounded so wonderful and in tune, and the moment the boulder snapped into the gap, Thirteen Lang's body fell limply and coiled on it.

The brilliance rose sharply, and the vitality of the ocean was born out of thin air, and then the rumbling sound was released, exploding in the entire starry sky, in every star, and in everyone's ears.

"Mending the road to the sky, the beginning of the catastrophe, it is difficult to fix the stars, and the immortals and demons are cleared. ”

"Fill in the five phases, heavenly sacrifice, heavenly burial, providence, nature, heavenly calamity!"

A ray of light shrouded the top, and the five colors swept back and forth on Thirteen Lang's body, and the unimaginable power poured in wildly, and his body recovered at a visible speed, growing, and becoming extremely powerful.

On Thirteen Lang's face, the expression of frenzy was replaced by satisfaction, and he raised his face and opened his mouth, waiting for the fruit in a roar.

The aura of heavenly might resurfaced, and the voices echoed at the same time.

"Reincarnation is born, Heavenly Dao Yama, foot!"

The light turned, the five-color streamer intensified rapidly, and the sound became more and more powerful.

"There is a foundation in the boundary, the power of the five elements, and enough!"

The next moment, the thunder roared, and the wind swirled, and the sound was like a charge from thousands of horses.

"There is a beginning in the creation of spirits, and the power of wind and thunder is enough!"

The light turned again, and the black and white qi surrounded up and down, and the sound was like a faint heavenly sound.

"Yin and Yang of Life and Death, the Breath of the Dao, Feet!"

The five colors are like silk, and the silk is coiled like a spider web, wrapping Thirteen Lang into a zongzi, and the sound is like a string plucking, and it suddenly becomes soft.

"There is a catastrophe in reincarnation, the avenue is sinking, and the immeasurable strength is enough!"

The last announcement was settled, the colorful light rose to the extreme, the huge plum blossom instantly bloomed the most beautiful side, and the entire starry sky and countless people on the countless stars all erupted into fanatical cheers.

Correspondingly, Thirteen Lang's body gradually sank, unconsciously falling into the middle of the stamen.

The feet, calves, and waist-length strands of naming power are drawn from their bodies, like a spiritual spring irrigating the fresh flowers, making them more tender, fresh, and incomparably rich.

The body sank, Thirteen Lang's expression was intoxicated, his eyes were warm and firm, like a piece of jade that had been carved successfully. He looked at everything that was happening around him, felt the breath that was full of emotion, and unconsciously raised his hands and cheered loudly.

"Hehe, okay!"

When joy and happiness reach the extreme, people can't actually think of any beautiful words, and there is only one word left for joy: good.

He is not the only one who applauds, at this moment, the stars are in full bloom, auspicious everywhere, more than how many spiritual springs have reappeared, and dry spirits have been reborn.

If you succeed in mending the sky, it is as if life has been restarted and the whole world will be reborn.

"Hehe, okay!"

Namelessly, in the restaurant, a cheerful atmosphere is also breeding, but it is stronger than elsewhere. The obscene old man has long ceased to be obscene, his face is uplifted, his face is agitated, his hands are open, and he embraces the vast world in his arms.

"If it's done, it's going to be successful, haha, hahaha!"

"It's not in vain that the old man has worked hard to cultivate, it's not in vain that the old man has given up several times, and it's not in vain that the old man has paved the way for you for a thousand years!"

Laughing and shouting, the old man didn't know what to think, and suddenly felt a little inexplicable.

"Don't blame the old man for calculating, it's too difficult to do this, otherwise, you can't do it. Although you go, but you have an heir left, it is also the old man's lineage, and the old man will compensate him for a great deal in the future, right?"

Surprised, there was a soft click in my ears.

"Huh?"

"Huh?"

Suspicious here, confused there, vigorously pumping and squeezing around, Thirteen Lang's eyes, the mirror that was smooth to almost perfection, and the place where it was scratched by countless fingernails, the traces gradually turned into cracks.

The sound came from the crack, a click.

"No!" the old man's expression changed dramatically.

"No!" In the stamen, Thirteen Lang roared into the sky.

(To be continued.) )