"Brother, you said you would protect me, have you forgotten?"

"Don't talk about this, say it, how can you let me go."

"Brother, why do you have to leave here, this place is real, those things in your memory do not exist, they are not the real world at all, where can you go."

"Hehe, you said that I fell for nightmares, but the real world you said is full of illusion, and all my memories are said to be fake, how do you prove that you are not fake? How do you prove that I'm not in a nightmare right now? Chen Jing's voice was a little cold, and all the senses disappeared.

"Brother......" Youyou cried out, Chen Jing just looked coldly, her tears dripping down her cheeks and falling onto the blade of the sword.

"Brother, I can't prove it, if my brother thinks Youyou is fake, let's kill Youyou, if Youyou is not dead, then Youyou is fake, if Youyou is dead, then my brother should believe Youyou's words, but no matter what, please don't forget what you carved on the bamboo flute."

After she finished speaking, she slowly closed her eyes, two lines of tears slipped down, and Chen Jing could clearly see the fluttering of her eyelashes.

Chen Jing slowly closed his eyes, but the moment he closed his eyes, the sword shone brightly, and a faint sword groan sounded, the sword had already pierced into the throat of the ghost, and black blood flowed down the blade.

Her eyes were full of shock and disbelief, and then she slowly fell, Chen Jing stood there stiffly, the sword in his hand trembling. At the moment when she fell to the ground, she had already hugged her, Youyou still hadn't lost her breath, her hands were struggling to grab Chen Jing's clothes, her lips were open, and no sound came out, but through the shape of her mouth, Chen Jing could clearly see that she was saying: "Brother, Youyou didn't lie to you." ”

The color in her eyes gradually darkened, and there was not a trace of resentment in the whole time.

Chen Jing also couldn't believe that she was dead, dead, how could this be possible. But she really died, the temperature of her body slowly became cold, her body slowly stiffened in Chen Jing's arms, and the only thing that remained unchanged was this world.

Youyou was hidden by Chen Jing himself, and he was buried in the open space in front of the wooden house. The bamboo flute was buried in the soil by him.

"Borrow a wisp of clear sound from heaven and earth, and wish you eternal joy." Chen Jing has read the words on the bamboo flute one by one, and what is inexplicable in his heart is not the taste.

Looking at the pile of uplifted soil, he didn't know whether to erect a monument, and even if it did, he didn't know what words should be engraved.

Yu Yu died, and he told himself in his heart that it was all just an illusion, an extremely high illusion. But no matter what he thought, no matter how he meditated in his heart that all this was false, he always remembered the faint eyes of death. As time passed, this feeling became heavier and heavier, and it actually made it impossible for him to practice at all. The inexplicable irritability in my heart, the inexplicable resentment, and the idea of destroying everything in front of me always arises.

After continuous meditation, meditation, and recuperation, he left the wooden house, taking the sword with clear cracks, and the book brought out of the main hall, the book was called "Calling the Wind and Rain", this name is too familiar to both the people in the world and the gods, Chen Jing did not expect such a book, only looked at the cover and did not look at the content inside. Calling for wind and rain is an immortal skill for mortals, but for a god like Chen Jing, it is not a special ability.

Although it was not a powerful spell, he didn't want to throw it away, and when he returned to the world, if people prayed for rain, they would be able to invite wind and rain.

Chen Jing walked all the way forward, and when he turned back, there was already wind and smoke behind him, and the wooden house had been flooded by wind and smoke. He didn't go back to see if the wooden house was still in the smoke, but suddenly rose into the air and went straight up for nine days.

After a while, he had come to the clouds, standing on top of the white clouds and looking at the world, when suddenly, a black tornado was sweeping in the distance, and the sky was dark where it passed. swallowed up all the clarity and clarity, and in the blink of an eye, the original bright world became a world of evil winds roaring and ghosts.

Chen Jing did not escape, let the black wind engulf him, when the black wind swept by, he didn't feel the wind, it was calm and abnormal, only the heaven and the earth were changing, in the darkness, it seemed that there were figures everywhere, but if he wanted to see clearly, he couldn't see clearly at all. When he looked at the sky again, the sky was already dark, there was no starlight, no moon, just like when he was taken by Ye Qingxue and flew out of the city.

"Could this be what Qin Guangcheng really looks like?"

Chen Jing was overjoyed in his heart, and flew away towards the sky.

The joy of being able to go out diluted the tormented feeling in my heart. He felt more and more that something was wrong with him, but no matter what, he couldn't get rid of that uncomfortable feeling.

He can't say that feeling, every day he will silently think in his heart that the ghost is a fake at all, not a real person at all, everything in this world is illusory, but it is useless at all. From time to time, a sense of irritability always rose in his heart. As soon as this feeling came, it was uncomfortable. This discomfort does not come from the body, but from the depths of the heart.

Now that he can finally leave, how can he not be happy in his heart.

Chen Jingzhi soared into the pitch-black night sky, at least in his mind, the direction above his head was the place out of the city. All the way into the air, flying, stepping on the darkness as if stepping on the ground, as if stepping on an invisible ladder to climb the Nine Heavens Lingxiao.

One step at a time, straight up. He didn't look back, and he didn't know how long he walked, and when he felt his mana dry up, he realized that he was still in the dark. I turned my head in shock, and I couldn't see the earth or the sky, and I didn't know how long it would take to get out of the city. There were still people around, and ghosts were howling. Suddenly, I realized that I didn't seem to have taken a step away, or I couldn't tell if I had left that place.

Suddenly remembered that when he was taken away by his senior sister Ye Qingxue, he seemed to have fled for a long time and couldn't go out, and finally arrived at the head of the city at once under the illumination of colorful light, and he faintly remembered that Jiang Liuyun had read the word "Broken Illusion" at that time.

"Perhaps, Senior Sister Ye was already going to the city at that time." Chen Jing thought in his heart, and then meditated to recover his mana. As soon as the mana was restored, it flew towards the sky again, step by step, the void stepped on, flying like a moth at night, flying towards the fire in the darkness in his heart.

Chen Jing didn't feel like a moth lost in the dark, and only thought about going up a little more, and he arrived at the head of the city. Again and again he ran out of mana, and threw himself into the darkness again and again.

"Why are you still here, Lord River?"

When Chen Jing was meditating, he suddenly heard such a sentence in his ears. How long has it been since anyone called the title of River God, Chen Jing can't remember it clearly, and he even has to forget it. Looking at the place where the voice came from, a woman stood there quietly, wearing a plain manuscript dress, wearing a white paper flower on her head, her black hair hanging down, and the whole person was like a white paper flower on the grave in the dark night. In the dark, Chen Jing could see her clearly.

He thought in his heart who this was, but he felt familiar, and he couldn't remember it, frowning and thinking about it, but he found that his previous memory was extremely vague, even if he thought of something, he felt that it was not true.

"The Ethereal Spirit has seen the River God!" The woman stood a foot away, squatted slightly, and made a blessing salute.

The memory of the void spirit in Chen Jing's heart was like a dusty bluestone slab, which was blown off by the wind, revealing the handwriting on it.

"It's you!" Chen Jing was happy in his heart, but the voice that came out surprised even himself, stiff and harsh. I wanted to laugh, but I found that my face seemed to freeze.

The ethereal spirit did not come closer, with surprise and scrutiny in his eyes, and only after a while did he say, "Can the River God still remember me?" ”

"Of course I remember you!" Chen Jing frowned and said.

"Although the river god remembers me, it should feel like a fragment of a dream." The ethereal spirit stood motionless, its whole body covered in a luminous white.

Chen Jing looked at the void spirit tightly, slightly shocked in his heart, and immediately replied, "What else do you know?" ”

The void spirit smiled slightly and said, "Lord River God, I'll show you something." With that, she pulled out a mirror from her bosom. Then he said: "Lord River, this is a mirror, which I stole from the Qin Guang Palace. Although it does not have the ability to illuminate the world, it can mirror the source, no matter what kind of demon or magic ** form, it will show its original face in the mirror. ”

Chen Jing's heart moved slightly, and he asked, "Is there something wrong with my appearance?" As soon as the words came out, I thought that so many people didn't recognize me, could it be that my face had really changed?

Thinking of this, Chen Jing was about to walk over immediately, but as soon as he moved, the void spirit took a few steps back and said, "Lord River God, can you stand there and not move?" Chen Jingwei was stunned for a moment, his heart was irritable, but he was suppressed again, and said, "Okay, I'll stand here and don't move." ”

"Please be sure to calm down the river god, no matter what you see, you must fix your mind, if not, maybe this is the last time the river god will meet me."

Chen Jing frowned, but urged irritably: "Okay, I know, you can take a picture of me, I want to see what can be seen." As soon as he finished speaking, the void spirit took the black mirror in his hand into his arms, and at the same time shook his head and said: "The river god is restless, his heart is restless, my heart is restless, I can't let the river god see, the river god has a life-saving grace for me, how can I harm the river god." After saying that, he slowly stepped back, and in a few steps the whole person loomed, and he was about to disappear into the darkness.

Chen Jing hurriedly shouted, "Slow." ”

The void spirit stopped in response, and Chen Jing said, "You wait there, and after I meditate, you can show it to me." He forcibly suppressed the murderous aura that surged in his heart, and immediately thought in his heart that he might really have a big problem. I also understood that the ethereal spirit must have felt the murderous aura, so it retreated, although the ethereal spirit did not leave again, but it did not get closer half a step.