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A quarter of an hour later, the evil-eyed "Land Sword Venerable" Fang Xie Ying came back alone, stood beside his father, and slowly reported: "It has been determined that that person did break into the Tomb of the Heavenly Emperor and was not captured by Bai Sheng in the middle of the moon. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Hearing this, the "Sword Emperor" Fang Du'e Fang was completely relaxed, and smiled slightly: "It's okay, as long as he is not captured by the Sword Emperor, it doesn't matter where he dies." ”

"Land Sword Venerable" Fang Xie Ying also smiled evilly, and said: "Yes, the dead old man in Nian Lichuan has been dead for so long, I didn't expect that there would be a young man who overturned the case for him, but now, he was hit by his father's claws, and his vitality was completely lost, and within three days, he will definitely die in Huangquan, and this secret will also be buried in the ground forever, and no one will know it again." ”

"Sword Emperor" Fang Du'e's eyes flickered, and after a while, he said: "No, you still can't take it lightly, if he happens to meet someone in the past three days and tells him this secret." Sakura ......"

He suddenly turned his head and looked at his son: "Don't you always want to go out to practice, the Mausoleum of the Heavenly Emperor is your best destination, and you are already at the peak of Xuanzun, it is time to enter it, whether it is to break through the realm or exchange for any treasure, you should enter it." ”

"And ......"

Speaking of this, he paused, and there was a very peculiar fanatical light in his eyes.

"There, not only is there a cultivation environment and countless treasures, but more importantly, if you have enough chance, you can even find the 'Heavenly Emperor Mausoleum', the legacy of the Twelve Ancient Emperors. The last Emperor Yin Yuan is gone. That's the only way for you to achieve the Emperor Realm. ”

"Well, my father promised me to enter the Heavenly Emperor's Mausoleum, okay, I'll go and prepare immediately. ”

Hearing this, Fang Xieying, a strange "Land Sword Venerable", said with a happy face, hugged his fists, turned around and ran out.

Looking at his son's back, this time, the "Sword Emperor" Fang Du'e was completely relaxed and laughed quietly.

His smile. Like a flame without a sound. Green, secluded, the entire Heavenly Sword Auditorium was cold.

......

"This is where it is. Why is it so dark. Why can't I see anything! Am I going to die?"

It's a strange space. The sky seemed to be pressed against people's heads, and the black clouds were constantly changing shapes. It's like the demons of the ten directions are dancing.

A few eagles flew across the sky, "Ahh......h

Not only is the body more than ten times larger, but the curved eagle beak is more like a sharp sickle, and the corners of the mouth are dripping with bright blood.

In front of a tomb that had been decaying for an unknown number of years, under the stone monument, the figure of a young man was curled up, and the blood had already stained the ground red.

His face was pale, beads of sweat the size of soybeans kept rolling down his forehead, and his mouth let out an unknown murmur from time to time, as if he had fallen into a dream that would never wake up.

"Yes, I'm going to die, a thousand cautions, all kinds of caution, all the way, bumps and bumps, do you still want to die after all?"

"The ambition has not been rewarded, the great revenge has not snowed, the great rivers and mountains have not yet been accustomed, and there are brothers and relatives in my hometown waiting for my return, but unfortunately, after all, I still can't hold on, or die!"

"Well, before I die, I look down on it, this world is like a floating cloud, and everything doesn't matter anymore, that's all. ”

It seems to have let go of all the fetters and worries in his heart, the young man's body is getting colder and colder day by day, and his breath is getting weaker and weaker day by day, even the eagles in the sky occasionally hover and fly by, and they won't look at him, as if the dead air he carries makes these eagles not like to peck.

Until this day, a young eagle really couldn't find food, circled over the young man's body a few times, and finally swooped down unwillingly, and pecked the young man's face with a "snap".

"Huh?"

As if awakened from the deepest dream, the young man's mouth let out a soft snort, and the body that had long lost its temperature turned over, and the young eagle was startled, and suddenly flew away, and the blood hole pecked out of the young man's cheek slowly oozed fine blood flowers.

"Tick!"

A drop of bright red blood slowly rolled down from the young man's cheek to the tip of his nose and then to his lips, and the young man seemed to suddenly smell the sweetest delicacy, and he couldn't help sucking it in his throat, not realizing that the taste was fishy and salty.

"Water...... Water ......"

The low dream sounded again, but the speed of the blood flow was so slow that the young man smacked his lips twice, and fell back into a deep sleep, falling into a sweet sleep.

Unconsciously, he kept calling the names of several people: "Master, Master, sister, sister......"

Another night passed.

This morning, suddenly, the young man's body twitched a few times, and a sharp pain woke him up, he raised his head and looked at the sky, in his eyes, only a piece of blood remained, the distant sky, blurred, chapped lips, and there seemed to be a faint smell of last night's blood on it.

The wound on his face had long since healed, but he seemed to see the footsteps of death, which were coming towards him step by step.

With difficulty, he held up a hand, propped himself on the stone tablet, and slowly leaned up, he looked at the sky in the distance with a wry smile, and muttered: "I, will there be such a day, I will die here." ”

A wave of weakness came over him, and his spirit felt even more sleepy, as if he was going to fall asleep again at any moment, and this time, he knew that once he fell asleep, he would never be awake again.

There is no doubt that this young man covered in blood was hit by the Sword Emperor, plus the disciple of the Sword Emperor, the 'Sword in the Flute' Yue Zhongbai chased and killed Ye Bai for thousands of miles, and at the last moment, he suddenly remembered that the starry sky jade slip that he received in the Immortal Thunder City mentioned the method of entering the "Heavenly Emperor's Mausoleum".

As long as he escaped into the Mausoleum of the Heavenly Emperor, he knew that no matter the follow-up, in a short period of time, his safety would at least be safe, because although the world was big, if a Xuan Emperor really wanted to kill someone, how easy it would be.

Only the Heavenly Emperor's Mausoleum, which can't reach the sky or the ground, and is full of blood demons, can help him get out of the control of the Sword Emperor and gain a glimmer of life.

However, he really underestimated the blow of a Xuan Emperor.

If it weren't for the fact that his "Yin Yang Xuan Body" had already cultivated to the fullest, and this technique happened to be a purple-level top-level defensive mystical technique, the defense was amazing. At this time, he had already died under the claws of the "Sword Emperor" Fang Du'e, how could he still have his life, he fled so far, and even escaped into the Tomb of the Heavenly Emperor.

However, even if you can escape for a while, how can you escape for a lifetime, the continuous injuries can not be suppressed in the end, and the injuries are getting worse and worse all the way, when he uses his last strength to escape into the Mausoleum of the Heavenly Emperor, Ye Bai doesn't have time to look at where the direction he is in, and he immediately faints.

This fainting death is three days.

If it hadn't been for this morning, he would have woken up strangely, and he would have fallen asleep slowly like this until he knew nothing.

Ye Bai, who leaned on the stone stele, began to know the preciousness of time, every minute and every second, the god of death was one step closer to him, so he began to think about his life.

From the death of his parents when he was a child, he was lonely and helpless, to slowly becoming sensible, touching cultivation, silently, he has always been alone.

He is withdrawn, unsociable, with young shoulders, he has carried too much since he was a child, he has no friends since he was a child, and all the sources of life have to rely on himself, growing up in the ridicule of others.

In the entire Ye family, almost no one has ever paid attention to a person like him.

Until one day, when he discovered that the Illusion Heart Grass could assist in cultivation, he was ecstatic, no matter what kind of pain he was going to experience.

So, year after year, he grew up like this.

Then, slowly, he stood out, entered the Inner Sect, entered the Purple Realm Valley, left the Blue Moon, and achieved Xuanzong, Xuanwang, and then Xuanzun......

Along the way, he has experienced too much, and in his life, the faces of countless people have passed in front of his eyes one by one, and then turned into foam and disappeared.

Ye Ku, Ye Que, Ye Penglai, Ye Qian'er, Ye Huan, Ye Tianwen, Ye Tianwen, Elder Deadwood......

Yan Baipao, Su Kuxin, Min Rouran, Gu Xinhua, Gu Xinlan, Huang Ling, Luo Fatzi......

Tang Xuerou, Sikong Si, Yan Mei, Feng Xue, Wu Mei, Bai Hanya, Uncle Qianyan, Jian Lao, Jian Bo, Bai Xuan'er, Ji Yan, Shui Lanyue......

Many, many people, men, women, old people, children, benefactors, enemies, in this life, all the people who pass by him, eventually become strangers.

In the end, in front of his eyes, there were only a few of the most important figures left, Jian Lao, Feng Xue, Ye Ku, Ye Que, Tang Xuerou, Bai Hanya, and Uncle Qianyan......

With a sigh, Ye Bai slowly closed his eyes.

If you want to die here, then, with the memories of these people, this life will not be in vain.

A moment of reincarnation, a hundred turns of life and death. Ye Bai's heart slowly became peaceful, like an ancient well without waves.

Time passed minute by minute, Ye Bai's breath slowly weakened again, this time, it didn't get stronger anymore, and soon, there was only one breath left.

He stretched out his hands with difficulty, clasped them together, and prepared to die, but also clasped tightly, not to separate.

At this moment, his hand, Mo Ming's ice, seemed to touch something that was hard tied and stung.

It's the ring, it's the ring that was found by him in the tomb of the evil king, and he has been wearing it all the time, and it hides all his memories, all the precious things.

In his mind, a memory suddenly swept through the sky, and a bright light made him stunned for a moment, and then involuntarily opened his eyes.

He stretched out his hand and slowly pulled out a jade box from the three python snow rings.

opened, in the jade box, there were two lying quietly, one black and one white, round beads, which were emitting a faint light, illuminating his cheeks.

The black beads are dull, and the white beads are crystal clear, and they seem to have a peculiar feeling when they are together.

ps, the second more. (To be continued......)