A giant umbrella made of swords obscured the sky of Zhou Yuan, blocked the flowing fires that fell from the sky, and supported the space fragments that were about to fall apart. Only a soft snapping sound was heard, and Chen Changsheng's feet sank deep into the solid rock, countless fine cracks appeared on the edges, and his pants instantly turned into countless chips.

The next moment, his body trembled violently, and the unimaginable weight and coercion of the sky were directly transmitted to his body through the guò ten thousand swords, and every bone in his body seemed to creak and could break at any time.

The terrifying cracking sound continued, and his feet continued to break through the hard rock, and he could no longer support it, and his left knee went limp and fell down like this, and his knee fell heavily on the rock, smashing countless stones and smoke.

I could only hear a rumbling thunderous sound below, and the smoke and dust rose heavily, gradually covering the nearby grassland and the white grass road that had long since ceased to be what it used to be, and the entire mausoleum began to shake, and then sank several feet in a very short time!

This is the weight of the sky.

Chen Changsheng knelt on one knee on the top of the mausoleum, under the sky, his face became more and more pale, his expression became more and more painful, his body bathed in the blood of the true dragon could be said to be as strong as steel, even the Peacock Feather of Nanke, there was no way to break through his external defense, but under this pure, terrifying weight, even if his body was real steel, it seemed that it had to be crushed into pieces of iron.

Fortunately, it was not the real sky after all, it was just a fragment of the sky torn off by the energy storm, although it was extremely painful, and his soul was almost crushed directly, but he still held on after all, and his body gradually stopped trembling.

The eleven stone pillars around the mausoleum have also really calmed down, and there is a faint aura flowing between the black stone tablets. If it weren't for the black stone left by Wang Zhice, whether it was him, Xu Yourong, or the human cultivators and demon beasts in Zhou Garden, it would be impossible for them to have at least a glimmer of life like now.

He knelt at the top of the mausoleum, holding a yellow paper umbrella in his left hand and a short sword stuck in the rock in his right hand, and looked up with great difficulty, hoping that the glimmer of life had arrived.

The cracked sky was already very gloomy, at this time it was covered by countless sword shadows, the world of Zhou Yuan was even more gloomy, the collapse of heaven and earth stopped temporarily, the hurricane on the grassland was still dancing wildly, you can see that many demon beasts have run to the edge of the grassland, and you can also see those burning gardens in the distance, there is a faint breath that is sweeping away at high speed, is someone already leaving?

Then, his gaze fell into the distance through the dancing wind and sand, and he could vaguely see that the Peng bird had flown out of the grassland and disappeared into the mountains on the horizon by the Peng bird holding the girl.

You have to live, you have to live well.

He thought silently to himself.

Zhou Yuan's door may have been opened, the people who participated in this trial are leaving, and those demon beasts may also escape, but he can't leave, once he collects the ten thousand swords, the sky will fall directly, crushing him and Zhou Yuan into green smoke.

The hurricane was still raging on the steppe, and his knees were digging deep into the rock at the top of the mausoleum, and he bowed his head tiredly, feeling that his situation was like that of the famous tragic hero of the state religion myth.

On the steep mountain road, the hero who used all his strength to resist the falling boulder if he was a little lax, he would be crushed to death by the boulder, and he could only **** night and night, and never end his life in the process of confronting the boulder.

Chen Changsheng never imagined that he would enter such a desperate situation. He doesn't want to be a tragic hero, he doesn't have the idea of sacrificing his life for righteousness, he is not that great. It's just that he wants to live, and he wants many people to live.

Like the people he knows, the people he cares about.

Fold your sleeves, if you're still alive, then live, Shichima, you should be alive too, and the Xiuling girl who just disappeared into the mountains, has the same surname as herself and has a beautiful name...... When you first see a girl, you have to live well.

As for what he should do next? He just said to Xu Yourong that he would look at it, and the three words "looking at it" actually mean that he didn't know what to do, but he really wanted to see if there would be a change that he was waiting for.

The reason why the famous tragic hero in the Anglican mythology finally spent his years and life in the confrontation with that rock, until he turned into a stone sculpture in despair, was because no one helped him in those long years. The reason why no one was willing to help him was because he was very proud and never wanted to help the lowly people.

Although Chen Changsheng often left people speechless, no one would think that he was proud, self-confidence and pride were never synonymous, and he had always been willing to help others, such as those human cultivators who were fleeing outside the Zhou Garden at this time.

Those who have attained the Tao will be of great help.

State religious bigwigs like Bishop Merissa, as well as strong people like Zhu Luo, who is alone under the moon, are all outside the door of Zhou Yuan, and as long as he holds on for a while, these people will definitely come to save him.

That's what Chen Changsheng thought.

It's just that how long will it last? and how long will it last?

The terrifying weight of the sky made his body ache everywhere, and as time passed, the umbrella he held in his right hand became heavier and heavier, until his arm gradually lost its senses, as if it were useless.

I don't know how long it has been, and the voice of the black dragon sounded in the short sword inserted in the stone at the top of the mausoleum: "You...... Are you alright?"

Chen Changsheng lowered his head and asked, "Are you okay?"

He was more concerned about how it was now, in order to fight against the golden-winged roc, the black dragon's soul woke up from the lake outside the secluded mansion, and then entered the short sword, and there was no time to communicate with it after that.

The black dragon was silent for a while, and then said, "It's okay. ”

Chen Changsheng said: "I'm fine, I can still ...... Hold on a little longer. ”

The black dragon said: "I understand, this is the so-called pun in your human language, but you know that compared to the dragon language, this kind of technique or complexity is really pitiful. ”

Chen Changsheng said tiredly, "Can you say something else?"

The black dragon said: "Well, there is something you don't seem to know yet, I wonder if I want to sue you......"

Chen Changsheng said: "It doesn't matter. ”

The black dragon's voice became a little cautious: "You...... You're not going to die, are you?"

"No, it won't. Chen Changsheng didn't think about it, and replied directly.

The black dragon was silent for a long time and said, "It seems that you are really going to die. ”

Chen Changsheng was a little helpless, and said, "Why do you say that? I said that I won't die." ”

The black dragon said, "You just answered too quickly...... Didn't get distracted. ”

Chen Changsheng didn't bother to pay attention to it, and vaguely felt that something was wrong. The Black Dragon knew human language, which was not surprising to him, but why was its voice so childish and soft, like a woman......

He didn't ask, because he was really tired, tired, miserable, and about to ...... I can't hold it anymore.

This is the weight of the sky, how long can a mortal hold on?

He didn't sweat, but he felt like all the muscles in his body had been torn and were about to lose his strength. His mind had become a little trance-like, his true yuan had been exhausted, and even his vision had become blurred.

Ten thousand swords were silent, and he was silent, and even entered a state of forgetting about things and me, forgetting everything.

I don't know how long it took, but the whistling wind gradually weakened, the coercion brought by the violent energy turbulence gradually disappeared, the weight from the yellow paper umbrella gradually disappeared, and the world became quiet.

Chen Changsheng opened his eyes, exhausted to the extreme, and looked around.

Just then, a patch of snow fell and landed on the surface of the yellow paper umbrella. Such a soft piece of snow, but it made his wrist hurt sharply, and he almost couldn't hold the handle of the umbrella, Zhou Yuan ...... Snowing?

No.

This is not Zhou Garden, this is a snowfield.

He looked into the distance and saw a majestic city looming in the shadow of the sky.

Where was this? He was at a loss, not knowing what was going on. Shocked and exhausted, he couldn't move, and he still maintained his previous posture - he knelt on one knee in the snow, holding a short sword in his left hand and a yellow paper umbrella in his right hand.

The sky here has not cracked, the snow is quiet and beautiful, and of course he is a little ridiculous like this.

Footsteps sounded, and a man walked up to him, pouted, and said, "There is a sword." ”

Then the man reached out and took the yellow paper umbrella from Chen Changsheng's hand.

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(The plot of Zhou Yuan is officially over, of course, there are many aftermaths, and the interesting things that everyone wants are behind.) I like the plot in Zhou Yuan very much, that was when the outline was set last year, it was confirmed in advance, I wrote very seriously and hard, but when the plot of Zhou Yuan was interrupted, I began to imagine today's chapter in advance, what I want is the last picture, I have learned this scene seriously to my friends in reality many times, I have played Chen Changsheng half-kneeling in the snow to send an umbrella, and I have also played the appearance of pretending to force someone to take an umbrella in a chic manner, in short, this picture is the purpose of writing. I write novels and make up stories, always for countless beautiful pictures, such as the Spring Breeze Pavilion at night, when the elder brother appears on the stage, there is also a light sound, and so on, the so-called death does not change, that is me, I hope everyone can like it. The Golden Keyboard Award will be selected until the end of the month, please vote for free for the works of Zetianji, thank you very much. ）