At this time, in Shangguan Yunlong's sea of consciousness, a strange scene appeared.

On the dead battlefield, the corpses are all over the field, in the gray sky, you can still see the smoke that has not yet dissipated, the broken battle flag is still hunting in the cold wind, and the wide battlefield is silent, which is the tranquility after the destruction.

The remnants of the sun, like blood, were reflected on the moat stained red by countless bloods, adding a touch of sadness to this tragic hell on earth.

A lonely goose flew by slowly, and a few wails echoed in the world that had long been caught in this eternal dead silence.

Hongchen slowly, but it is a pity that the love is shallow, the Buddha said, five hundred times in the past life, in exchange for a passing in this life. This world is capricious, and the ups and downs of life will eventually end in death.

In the sky of Yanlong City, shrouded in a bloody haze, at the place where heaven and earth meet, stood a huge city, and the city exuded the atmosphere of vicissitudes.

As if after countless vicissitudes, there were still shocking blood-red marks on the dark red city wall, and even the fragrant air that should have been filled with flowers and trees was cruelly replaced by a rich bloody aura.

Entering the city, countless corpses in blood-soaked armor lay all over the school field, I don't know if it was done by God, or if there was a pair of invisible hands controlling in the dark, and the blood of countless loyal souls that should have flowed into the ground with the heroic sacrifice was slowly flowing towards the only person with a cloak standing under the huge city gate.

In this not too far journey, more and more of the blood of loyal souls actually merged into a river of blood, and with the continuous flow of the blood river, the speed of flow became faster and faster, more and more turbulent, like a group of fast galloping horses.

The river of blood eventually flowed to the feet of the man with the cloak, and I thought that the man with the cloaked would be swept away by the raging river of blood.

But the river of blood failed to do so, and the red river did not disappear so unexpectedly, but strangely and strangely disappeared at the man's feet, and people could not help but have the idea of moving the man with the hair away, to see if there was an unfathomable bottomless pit under his feet.

Regrettably, however, the man with the hair did not seem to sense the presence of the river of blood, and still stood there, motionless like a statue.

If it weren't for the monstrous murderous aura on his body, I'm afraid everyone would mistakenly think that he might really be just a statue, what kind of person is this person?

The long messy black hair, still dripping with blood, this sad scenery, made a certain string in people's hearts can't help but vibrate, and the white face was slightly distorted, as if telling that he was enduring a great pain, which was proved by his closed eyes and fluttering eyelashes.

On the right side of his face, under the slightly blackened eye bags, there was a long, earthworm-like terrible blood-colored scar, which may have been a proof of his exploits on the battlefield!

Because the blood stains on the scar were not wet, but like they had been dried for a long time, and there was a trace of black blood on the corner of his mouth that had been covered with stubble, and there was a trace of black blood flowing down his delicate face, which matched with the bright red blood beads dripping from his hair.

fell to the ground, and the sound of "ticking and ticking" was clearly discernible, and the aftermath lingered in the ears, endlessly, and together played a blood-colored war god comedy.

A set of dark red armor all over his body, in this situation where there is no sunlight but haze, can still shine with dazzling white light, when he notices the chest of the armor, he can't help but tremble at this scene.

"One, two, three, four, four, five, sixteen," sixteen spears pierced through his chest, but the man did not leave even a drop of blood from it, as if it were a little stingy.

Until this time, Shangguan Yunlong almost wanted to give up, but there was still one last bit of faith struggling to support his broken body.

Because he knows very well in his heart, that person will definitely come, he will not give up on himself, at least for his sister, he has to work hard to persevere, the pain on the ** is nothing at all, as long as he thinks of the days with his sister, father, and mother, the joy in his heart will dispel the physical pain.

However, as time passed bit by bit, he gradually couldn't control his body, in the past, the dragon sword given to him by his father was so heavy, and now he can't hold it up, a gust of wind blows, when there is a bang, the sword falls to the ground, inserted into the bluestone floor, straight into the dirt, and there is no slightest feeling of dragging mud and water.

"Am I just giving up, is this the end of it?" the man asked himself.

"Sister, all this has finally come to an end, although I don't want to fight at all, this is the last battle my brother and I fought on the battlefield, and it is inevitable, you must live well!

No matter what happens, no matter where you are, you have to be strong, you have to bring this bag of magnolia seeds that represent brilliance and vitality to the place where you will live, promise me that when I find you, it will be full of sunflowers, sister, we will see you in the next life. ”

In the depths of the royal city, in the Sword Casting Pavilion, isolated in front of the burning sword furnace, Yan Lan thought back to every word Brother Wang had ever said and done, how happy he had been at those times!

I remember the scene when Fang Shichi told that only the blood of the royal virgin could finally complete the sword casting.

Yan Lan, who was hiding behind the scenes, rushed to Shangguan Yunlong, and her tone was full of pleading: "Brother Wang, let's use Yan Lan's flesh and blood to forge a sword!"

Shangguan Yunlong didn't seem to hear his sister's pleading, and replied with a cold face, "Absolutely not!"

"I'm your own sister, I'm you, I'm the only person in the world who is qualified to jump for you. ”

Shangguan Yunlong looked at Yan Lan's eyes with a fixed face, and said mercilessly: "From now on, I am no longer your royal brother, and we have nothing to do with each other." ”

"Brother Wang!"

"Without that sword, I can still annihilate the enemy. You can't jump, now you're not eligible. ”

Can't hide, can't let go, doomed fate. Life and death parting, joys and sorrows, like the end of a dream. The dream dissipated like a fog, leaving only dazed droplets.

The slanting sun is flowing slowly, and parting is imminent.

Brother Wang's last coldness is still active in the deepest part of Yan Lan's heart, and his heartless words did not bring a trace of sadness, but they were the most happy in his heart.

In the past, when he was happy, Brother Wang would appear in front of him beautifully, sharing the joy in his heart with himself, and when he was sad, Brother Wang would think of ways to make himself happy.

Thinking of this, Yan Lan's heart was full of helplessness, since her father died of a serious illness a few years ago, all the burdens of the dragon clan fell on the shoulders of Brother Wang, she was so useless, like a wasted person, she couldn't help anything.

One last glance, at the dome of the Sword Casting Pavilion, Yan Lan said silently: "Brother Wang, you have to be good, work hard to live, I hope he can come to save you! I will bring this bag of magnolia flowers to the place where I live, I will wait for you there! Brother Wang, we will see you in the next life!"

The woman clutched the bag of magnolia flowers left by the royal brother in her hand, jumped for life, and threw herself to death.

The red dragon slaying sword, from the integration of battle qi to the great completion, the sword gradually formed a golden rune vortex around the sword, the sword is not automatic, slowly floating from the furnace fire to the air, and the golden rune vortex from the surrounding continuous absorption of white mist.

The golden runes gradually grew larger and larger, until they reached the limit that the Sword Casting Pavilion could bear, and from time to time there were a few lamentations and sorrowful voices in the whirlpool, and when the cyclone was completely finalized, it immediately began to squeeze towards the Dragon Slaying Sword, the tip of the sword was facing the sky, and the mist turned into energy and swam into the blood-colored dark clouds in the sky with the pillar of light in the sky.

Suddenly, above the city, the dark clouds began to change dramatically as if they had met a nemesis, and the thunder did not stop, and after a while, the dark clouds seemed to be unable to bear the weight of the rain any longer, and the raindrops the size of beans began to pour down.

The soldiers stationed outside the capital looked up at this rare blood-colored spectacle in the sky, unaware of the impending mortal situation.

When the blood-colored raindrops the size of beans fell on the body of the first unlucky soldier, the disaster finally began to come, those raindrops turned out to be strongly corrosive, less than two or three drops of rain, a soldier's whole body was corroded and only a grim white skeleton remained, less than half an hour, the barracks that was full of joy a moment ago, now it was full of white bones, no longer the previous lively scene.

The man standing far away at the cyan gate was inexplicably preserved, and the blood-colored raindrops were not able to corrode his body. At the moment when the blood rain fell, the man's last sustenance had been completely broken, and in his mind, he just recalled the book on the secret scroll of the sword: "The dragon sword is complete, the blood color is coming, the rivers and mountains are discolored, and the universe is reversed." And the final sword-forging request that Fang Shi Chizhi said before his death was "the blood of a loved one, a royal virgin." ”

At the moment when the blood rained down, the man had already fainted, because he knew that he was afraid that his dearest and most beloved relative in this world, his sister, had given his life to forge a sword.

What a person is most afraid of is that the last trace of spiritual obsession is broken by the cold and ruthless reality, then this person will definitely become desireless, fearless, ignorant, and even become not like a person at all, but like a beast, then this person can be sentenced to death by the world.

At the moment when Shangguan Yunlong, who was stained with blood-stained armor, was about to fall to the ground, behind his originally empty object, a mysterious person wearing a cyan robe and a crane-shaped hair crown suddenly appeared.

After catching the Shangguan Yunlong steadily, the mysterious man seemed to say to the Shangguan Yunlong, but he seemed to be talking to himself: "Sadness, there is no perfect thing in the world, no matter how good things are, there will always be flaws, but those things hide their flaws very well and have not been discovered by you! ”

After that, he looked at the quaint Yanlong City and frowned, it was originally a good city, but because of a war, it became surrounded by unjust spirits, and anyone would frown.

After thinking about it for a while, I saw that the mysterious man pinched his fingers and performed a dirt road method "Lu Shen Technique". As soon as the spell was run, the city was like a mud swamp, and in an instant, it was buried deep underground, and I am afraid that there will never be a day when it will be buried deeply.

Before leaving, the mysterious man didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, he took a deep look at the ground, and his eyes seemed to pass through the dirt, straight to the Sword Casting Pavilion in the city, and finally settled on the golden magic sword that exuded a strong aura, closed his eyes and said: "Yanlan, stay here for a long time, within a thousand years, your brother and sister will have a reunion, wait for Ansheng!"

Hei Lao looked at Shangguan Yunlong with his eyes closed, but he didn't know that at this time, Shangguan Yunlong's sea of consciousness was already in turmoil.

Suddenly, Hei Lao noticed that Shangguan Yunlong's fingers moved, and he was calling a name in a low voice: "Xiaolan! Xiaolan!"

Hei Lao hurriedly ripped off the talisman paper on Shangguan Yunlong's body, Shangguan Yunlong opened his eyes, and his mouth still kept saying: "Xiaolan!"

When Shangguan Yunlong saw that he was still in the bamboo house, he realized that he had a dream, and the woman in the dream was so familiar to him that he could even call her name, but no matter how Shangguan Yunlong recalled, the woman was always just a vague shadow, beckoning to him.