Long Qing woke up, and he was greeted by a thick miasma like a heavy veil, thick ** leaves all over the ground, and endless pain coming from his body.

He couldn't find any reasonable answer to the fall from such a high cliff and survived, perhaps it was the looming ancient trees above the miasma that alleviated the fall, or the thick rotting leaves and silt under him played a role.

Long Qing even felt that it was Haotian's will to survive, just like mentioned in the dialogue with his uncle in Zhishouguan, if he was really the legendary person of heaven, carrying Haotian's most obscure will, then Haotian would not let himself die casually.

The fact that he did not die gave birth to infinite confidence, but also a lot of confusion and fear, because he did not know what he should do in the rest of his life.

Although the mud and rotten leaves were soft, there were still many bones broken in Long Qing's body, but the real pain was not the injury on his body, but the two powerful breaths in his body that were constantly clashing.

The apocalypse realm aura from the half-cut Dao person, when he was unconscious, no longer had the will to restrain him, roaring from the sea of knowledge and from all parts of his body, turning into countless sharp steel knives, constantly scraping his bones, cutting his muscles, and trying to blast his snow mountain qi into ruins.

And the elixir breath contained in the Tongtian Pill is constantly repairing the cracks in his bones, the broken joints in his muscles, nourishing his vitality, and constantly repairing the snow mountain qi sea again and again from those ruins, according to the last remaining shadows.

It is a process of constant destruction and destruction and constant repair and rebirth, which is extremely painful.

It doesn't matter when he is unconscious, after waking up at this time, these pains have become the most real existence, Long Qing's face instantly turned snow-white, and an extremely miserable roar burst out of his bloody teeth and spread far away in the secluded valley bottom forest.

Because the pain was too intense, Long Qing almost woke up and passed out again, but he knew how important it was for him to be awake at this time: if he was unconscious in the dense forest at the bottom of the valley full of toxins and unknown dangers, he would not be able to last too long, and no matter how merciful Haotian was at that time, he could only leave himself behind.

With another miserable howl, Long Qing slammed into a stone not far from him, broke one of his ribs, suppressed the rest of the pain with fresh pain, and won a moment of time before he fell unconscious.

Time passes slowly.

Long Qing's face was pale, the blood on his robe had already solidified, he sat on the rotten leaves and mud, always maintaining that posture, his chest did not rise and fall, as if he had no breath, it looked like a corpse that had been dead for a long time, but the two breaths in his body were still clashing and fighting.

The medicinal power of the Tongtian Pill and the apocalypse realm aura of the half-cut Daoist cleared his body and original breath, turning it into a barrel that seemed to be empty, and the extremely poisonous mist miasma around his body kept pouring into his body, constantly transforming his body with the smallest scale.

I don't know how long it took, the sky was always dark in the dense forest at the bottom of the valley, I don't know if it was morning or dusk, Long Qing's body trembled slightly, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Unbelievably, this blood is black!

I don't know if it's because of these poisonous mist miasma, or because of something else, the blood in Longqing's body turned black, looking like ink, and like rotten water in a swamp!

A few days ago, on the side of the boat in the South China Sea, a black peach blossom was born, and Longqing picked the black peach blossom and wore it on his chest, and never took it off since.

In the process of escaping from the cave and Zhishouguan, the black peach blossom on his chest was dyed with a lot of blood, red and black, particularly gorgeous and charming, and at this time it was re-dyed by black blood, and suddenly there was a faint black glow, and then the luster quickly disappeared, leaving only pure black, cold as night.

Sitting in Longqing, the whole person seems to have turned into a black peach blossom, and the temperature on the surface of the body is getting colder and colder, gradually blending into the surrounding environment, as if it has become a part of the miasma and a pile of rotten leaves.

The colored poisonous snake slid across the rotting leaves, circled around Longqing's body several times, didn't seem to notice anything unusual, and then swam away.

There was also a mountain monkey with a terrible face, screaming in the forest, squatting next to Longqing's body, making a gesture, whistling and calling for companions, and then left very spleenlessly.

Dead leaves are falling.

The wind rose, and the dead leaves flew again.

Long Qing was still sitting, unconscious, and integrated with his surroundings.

At this point, even if the practitioner perceives it carefully, he cannot separate him.

And this is the most obvious symbol of advancing to the realm of knowing fate.

I don't know how long it has been.

Long Qing opened his eyes and woke up.

There is no longer the joy of the rest of his life after the catastrophe in his eyes, nor the regret of the unknown future, nor the pain, but only calm and indifference, and the peace of the world and himself is absolute indifference.

He stood up.

The black peach blossom on his chest became darker and darker, dripping.

At this moment, a peach blossom condensed purely by breath bloomed behind Longqing.

That's his natal peach blossom.

It also turned black.

At the moment when this black natal peach blossom bloomed, the dense forest mist was shrouded in a silent aura.

The colorful viper, which was resting under the rotting leaves, stiffened and then died, while the ghost-faced monkey in the distant forest, screaming in terror, began to flee farther away.

Under the pursuit of the Southern Jin army, especially with the addition of the Temple Judgment Division, there are only a dozen people left who have fled, and only five of the cavalry commanders are still alive.

These people, who once had supreme glory in the Xiling Temple, are now sinners, fleeing like dogs in the mountains and forests around the Xiling God Kingdom.

Almost every day people die, almost every day people are seriously injured and abandoned, they don't know how long they have to flee, and what makes them even more desperate is that they don't know what the end of this escape is, even if it is the end of despair, at least they know where the end is.

They are now the sinners of the Xiling Temple, in the world of Haotian, no country dares to take them in, and the only Tang country that has the strength to take them in is definitely more willing to cut off their heads.

Where will the end of their escape path?

In what way will they die?

Zimo's face was thin, his expression was tired, and his eyes were full of numbness.

He looked at the fields under the twilight mountains, looked at the territory that belonged to the Song Kingdom, and knew that the Taoist temples there had already obtained the portraits of their own people, even if they wanted to sneak into the people, they couldn't do it.

Thinking of the wish he silently made to the dark night at the beginning of his escape, Zimo showed a very painful expression on his face, and muttered: "As long as I can survive, I am willing to dedicate my life and soul to the Hades King, and I am not afraid of eternal destruction, but ...... What kind of arrogance this is, how can the king of Hades care about you and me, even if you want to dedicate yourself, where can you get close to such a great being?"

"If the ordinary want to approach greatness, it often needs a process, a guide. ”

An indifferent voice sounded on the cliffside.

After Zimo's expression changed suddenly, the more than ten fugitives picked up the weapons in their hands at the fastest speed, and looked vigilantly at the cliff side ready to attack at any time.

A young man stands on the edge of a cliff, looking in the direction of the setting sun.

He was wearing a black robe, just before the sunset, so his figure looked extremely dark, and the cold autumn wind came from the wilderness, going up the cliff, rolling the corners of the black robe, and leaking a few rays of twilight from time to time.

The fugitives had all lived in the Xiling Temple for a long time, and looking at the man on the cliffside, they felt that some kind of illusion appeared in front of them, as if they had seen the shadow of Haotian.

Or maybe you see the shadow of Hades.

After days of fleeing, their nerves were tense to the point of bursting, and the campsite they chose was extremely remote and secret, but they didn't expect that they would be discovered and approached silently.

In their opinion, the person who can quietly appear on the cliffside must have extremely strong strength, if it is not the master of the Song State Daomen, then it can only be the powerhouse of the Xiling Temple.

The fugitives who had been abolished in their cultivation did not have the luxury of being able to defeat the strong men of the Dao Gate, and the moment they heard that voice, despair took over their bodies and minds.

In desperation, they forced to show an extremely strong will to fight, anyway, they are all going to die and today may be the last battle, so they will die more heroically.

However, no one did anything.

Because the young man wearing a black robe on the cliff side gives people a feeling that they can't challenge.

What's more, Zimo suddenly knelt behind the young man and cried bitterly.

Immediately after, more people recognized the young man, especially the four former temple cavalry commanders, who ran to the edge of the cliff tremblingly, knelt on their knees behind Zimo, and wept bitterly at the young man's back, like a shepherd scattered in the wasteland seeing his master.

Commander Zimo looked at the back, burst into tears, and said in a trembling voice, "Lord Sizao...... All say you're dead, you're still alive...... It's good. ”

One of the Severed Arm Commanders howled and cried, "Your Excellency...... Morning ...... I knew you weren't going to abandon us like that, my lord, and you're finally back!"

Long Qing turned around, looked at his former subordinates, and said, "Are you willing to follow me again?"

The crying on the cliffside gradually stopped, and everyone kowtowed again and again.

Zimo raised his head, looked at the scar on Long Qing's face, looked at the black peach blossom on his chest, thought about those rumors, and was shocked to find that not only did Lord Sizao die, but his cultivation realm was far better than at the beginning!

However, immediately after, an extremely cold aura seeped into the depths of Zimo and everyone's hearts.

This cold breath came from Long Qing's body.

Also from this sentence he said.

"I did die once, but I don't know if it was Haotian or Hades that I saw after death. During the time I died, I thought about a lot of things, but it wasn't until I heard Zimo's words that I suddenly realized that maybe I wasn't a son of heaven at all. ”

Long Qing looked at the night on the horizon and said thoughtfully, "Maybe...... Am I the son of Hades?"