Looking at Ning Que who kept falling between the cliffs, Sang Sang suddenly remembered that when he was in Weicheng many years ago, Ning Que often told himself certain stories in that world, and in those stories, the villains who were extremely angry often said something like this: Do you want to die?

The most basic rules of this world are in her hands, and the natural appearance is completely as she wants. She has come to the world, so how can it be so easy for you to die?

Sang Sang flicked his sleeves, the flowers on the cyan sleeves seemed to come to life, and the Temple of Light behind him continued to collapse, making a rumbling sound, and gradually fell into ruins.

Countless heaven and earth vitality were summoned, turning into cold winds, the wind and snow outside the cliff were suddenly chaotic, and the clouds and mist below the cliff were cut into countless wisps, and densely woven into quilt-like things.

Ning Que fell between the cliffs, and suddenly, he felt that the space around him had become viscous, and countless clouds could not be swirled, soft and soft, and the speed of falling instantly slowed down a lot.

In this tight mist, he felt the power of the rules, and felt her will more clearly, she did not allow him to die like this, then it would be difficult for him to die.

Life and death being manipulated by others is something that Ning Que absolutely cannot accept, even if that other person is her, since he jumped into the abyss, he doesn't want to succumb to her will again.

Facing the myriad layers of clouds beneath him, he reached out and wrote a word in the wind.

His hands trembled violently, because the wind between the cliffs was too strong, and because his arm bones were broken into twenty pieces, and it would cause him great pain to move even the slightest.

But his handwriting was very clear, and one stroke after another was like carving on the cliff stone, and it would not be worn away even if the wind blew and the clouds were obliterated, and a sharp talisman was suddenly released between the cliffs.

That cloud and mist represents the power of the rules, and it is laid out by Haotian himself It stands to reason that except for characters like Master, no cultivator in the world can crack it.

But Ning Que is an exception, because she is his destiny, and more importantly, in the Temple of Light, in the Hidden Pavilion, in reality, in dreams, he has been tortured by her countless times, and he has truly experienced the power of her rules countless times at the cost of flesh and blood and endless pain.

During the days when she was imprisoned in the Hidden Pavilion, except for falling in love and killing with her in her dreams, Ning Que spent all the rest of her time learning the power of the rules she displayed.

Looking at it, among the countless reincarnations in the world, he knows Haotian best, and now his mastery of the power of the rules of this world has far surpassed all his predecessors.

He wrote a character between the cliffs. This rune is not the most powerful rune he has ever written, and it is even less worth mentioning compared to the human character that was written in the blue sky of Chang'an City, but this character has faintly touched the threshold of the basic rules of space.

Silently, the countless layers of clouds and mist between the cliffs were torn out of two huge openings, which converged in the middle, became four, and then rolled towards the cliff wall.

Ning Que broke through the clouds and fell, the more he fell, and the remaining wind and snow between the cliffs were shattered into the tiniest powder when he touched his flying sleeves.

He soon fell to the bottom of the three cliffs, and the secluded pavilion was carved out between the cliffs, and the stone windows flashed, and the cliffs and cliffs became a high-speed changing monochrome picture in the field of vision, and the occasional protruding rocks were pulled into an extremely straight line, you can imagine how fast it was.

The howling and terrible sound of the wind sounded in his ears, the cold wind cut his face like a knife, and he looked at the dark abyss under the fog and looked at death, but his expression was so calm and without fear.

"You used to be such a person who was afraid of death, and now you would rather kill yourself than die for me?"

Sang Sang stood on the side of the railing, looking at Ning Que who had turned into a small black dot between the cliffs, his face was slightly pale, if he fell into the abyss, he would definitely die, and if he died, how could she live?

The moment she just came to the world, she could take a thousand miles in one step, and it was very easy to rescue Ning Que from the cliff, but the problem was that she slowed down in the second step in the world, because the master poured red dust into her body, her breath became a little turbid, and she couldn't leave the earth.

Sangsang's hand landed lightly on the railing.

She didn't tap the railing, and the railing broke.

The railing shattered, and the cliff on the terrace collapsed, collapsing towards the cliff.

She walked out into the clouds beyond the cliff.

Between the cliffs at the back foot of Peach Mountain, countless rumbling noises sounded, like thunder.

In fact, it was the sound of breaking the sky.

A touch of green clothes appeared between the cliffs, the snow clouds scattered in fear, and the mist turned into the grievances of the sinners of the secluded pavilion for thousands of years, where did they dare to invade each other, and they hid between the cliffs.

She descended from the sky and came to his side.

The mountain breeze stirred the hair on her cheeks, but it could not shake her indifferent expression.

She and Ning Que fell side by side in the wind and fell towards the abyss.

She didn't look at him, but her will fell on him.

"That's how you want me to die?"

Ning Que looked at her quietly and said in his heart: "No, I just don't want to live alone, compared to this, I'd rather die together with two people." ”

The clouds and mist scattered between the cliffs regathered, and Ning Que's figure could no longer be seen, nor Sang Sang's Tsing Yi, and the abyss at the bottom of the fog was extremely quiet, just like in the past tens of thousands of years.

Zhangjiao and **Hai and others, came to the cliff, looked at the cliff with a solemn expression, and did not perceive anything, and after a while, there was a very violent vibration in the abyss below the cliff.

Something should have fallen heavily to the ground of the abyss.

The terrifying impact force from the bottom of the fog rose upward, tearing apart the clouds and mist between the mountain cliffs again, and even the cliffs attached to various Dao Gate formations collapsed into many cracks.

The faces of the leaders and the others became extremely ugly, could anyone survive such a terrifying impact? Of course, Haotian should be fine, but how did she come back from the abyss?

In a corner of the half-ruined Temple of Light, a rapid and anxious neighing of horses suddenly sounded, and the sound of hooves sounded like a torrential rain, and the big black horse knocked over several black-clothed deacons and galloped down the mountain.

The abyss is full of mist miasma, and no matter how hot the sun is, it is difficult to fall to the ground.

Ning Que opened his eyes and looked at the gray sky, feeling as if he had returned to Weicheng in the ninth year of the Apocalypse, and that year Weicheng ushered in the most violent sand.

It took him a long time for his head to come to his senses, and he realized that he should be in the abyss at the foot of Peach Mountain, and then found himself in a pit.

Jumping from the top of the peak, he will naturally smash a deep pit in the ground, what he can't understand is why he hasn't died yet, if it is Sangsang who keeps himself alive, then where is she?

The trees at the bottom of the abyss are different from those in the outside world, and it is obvious that the root system is much more developed than the branches and leaves, and most of the trees that can be seen are vines, and the leaves are small and sparse, but no one has probably ever been here, and the fallen leaves of countless years have accumulated together and rotted, and they are still covered with a thick layer.

Ning Que didn't completely wake up from the dizziness caused by the impact, he felt very comfortable lying on the soft rotten leaves, and he didn't want to stand up at all, and even wanted to lie down like this forever.

At this moment, Sangsang's voice sounded in the fog.

"How long are you going to lie like this?"

Her voice is still so indifferent, so ruthless, so solemn, and the content of what she said has gradually taken on the taste of the world Ning Que listened to her voice in the fog, but it seemed to sound in her ears, and she couldn't help but feel a little emotional, far away in the world, but close to her ears, it really deserved to be Haotian.

"Get up. ”

Sangsang's voice sounded again, and his feelings became more and more cold.

Ning Que's expression changed slightly, because this time he finally heard her voice clearly, it was indeed ringing in his ears, he endured the pain and turned to look, only to find that she was under him.

There was a very large pit in the ground in the fog forest, and the bottom of the pit was full of rotting leaves.

Sang Sang was lying between the rotten leaves, her body was already tall and fat like the earth in the mist of rotten leaves, Ning Que was held in her arms, looking like a child.

Ning Que rolled aside from her arms, and wanted to sit up with her elbows bent but found that the pain was unbearable, and she didn't know how many bones had been broken on her body, and a mouthful of black blood spurted out.

Sang Sang got up, her body was a perfect divine body, and she hit the ground from such a high place, and she still didn't suffer any damage, even the green clothes were not broken, just a few leaves.

She stretched out her hand and pulled the scattered black hair behind her shoulders, looked at Ning Que who was leaning in pain beside her, coughing up blood, and said indifferently: "Don't you want to escape from my palm?"

Ning Que's mouth and nose kept overflowing with blood, looking very miserable, listening to her words, I felt a little funny, and a little sad, and said: "I'm not that monkey, if I really want to die, no one wants to stop me." ”

Sang Sang's eyes narrowed slightly, and he was very disgusted to hear his answer, and said, "In front of me, even if you want to die, it is not so easy. ”

After saying this, she took out her right hand and landed on his body, and the clear light between her fingers illuminated the mist miasma, and also illuminated Ning Que's cheeks clearly.

As the clear light grew, Sang Sang's face turned slightly pale, and the injuries on his body were healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, the broken bones were reassembled, and the ruptured internal organs were repaired.

Last night, the wound she left on Ning Que's face, there was no trace anymore, and the dimples seemed to be deeper than before, full of clear light, like fine wine.

After doing this, she stood up and walked towards the depths of the fog with her hands folded.

Tranquility looked at her back and was silent for a long time, then stood up and followed her.

He wanted to die, she couldn't let him die, or she didn't want him to die, so she left the Xiling Temple with him, jumped into the clouds, and fell into the abyss.

Now they don't have that rope, he doesn't tie her to his body, but the invisible rope is always there, and they are still bound together by fate.

At the bottom of the abyss, the fog is deep, the rotten leaves are soft, and the two of them are separated by a distance of several zhang before and after, moving forward silently, stepping on the ground, silently, and quietly making people palpitate.

Walking like this, the surrounding scenery has never changed, but there are dead vines and old trees, occasionally a few faint crows in the fog, and the moss on the shoes is gradually thickening and difficult to melt.

Ning Que looked at her back and asked, "Where are you going?"

Sang Sang stopped and said indifferently: "Didn't you decide before?"

(Tomorrow I will leave for home, fly from Yichang first, then stay overnight at the airport, and fly to Daqing in the early morning of the day after tomorrow. (To be continued, wonderful novel [net] remember our website: