A dead word, like being watered by bright red blood water, appears in the sunset in the sky, and under the divine sense, it exudes the breath of death, making people's souls crack, and the spirit in the body is also passing quickly.

"Death, is it my end?'" Su Yuchen asked himself in his heart, in fact, at this moment, he was really shrouded in death, the blood and qi in his body were about to fail, and the incomparably terrible prostration, full of limbs and hundreds of remains, not only the fatigue of the spirit, but also the collapse of energy and laws, like an open gate of hell, pulling him in, the sunset, terrifying and demonic.

"No, there must be a way out!" The young man thought of Han Mengling, and was still waiting for him to save him, he definitely couldn't die here, on the other hand, he believed that there must be a way out, and the way to crack it was just that he didn't find it.

He moved his gaze, looking at everything around him, the power of the law in the Italian side, working, even if he did this, it would accelerate the consumption, there was no way, if he continued, the final outcome would definitely be death, and there would be no life at all.

At this time, the practice is to use his remaining life to fight for a way out.

If you succeed, you will escape, and if you fail, you will die.

However, only for the last resort, there is no other choice, even if there is one more, it will not do so, gambling with life.

The next moment, Su Yuchen calmed his mind, as if he had forgotten everything, his eyes were fixed in all directions, the power of the law was perceived, looking for the so-called way out, there is death, there is life, life and death, relative.

After searching again and again, the young man's eyes finally stopped on the falling waterfall in the distance, and he was extremely puzzled in his heart, why the waterfall was not static, flowing down from between the two peaks, the momentum was surging, like a silver dragon, and the voice came.

''Well, that's the way to live?'' Su Yuchen muttered to himself, and said with some skepticism, not being completely sure.

His gaze stared at the surging waterfall, the momentum was extremely magnificent, his divine sense poked out, he sensed carefully, and looked at the sunset in the sky, more and more certain, this represents the way of life.

''Move, divide yin and yang, turn life and death. Su Yuchen was even more sure, in the whole world, there were only two places that were not still, the slowly setting sun, and the waterfall falling down the mountain stream, all of which were still and motionless.

One is death, the other is absolutely life.

Because, even in the false world, life and death, must be balanced, otherwise it cannot be maintained at all, just like light and darkness, both are indispensable, not only for the mage, but also for the operation of the world.

Knowing this, all of Su Yuchen's divine consciousness focused on the past, like when he sensed the sunset before, he captured the inner fluctuations, the invisible rhyme, his mind was ethereal, and he forgot about others.

Careful induction, the joy in the young man's heart, gradually extinguished, because he did not perceive it, as if there was no at all, and tried dozens of times, but still found nothing, the falling waterfall, as if it was not static, without any fluctuations.

''My judgment was wrong, why is this happening?'' Su Yuchen was puzzled, opened his eyes, looked at the waterfall, extremely unwilling, for life, for his own ending, and even more for Han Mengling, a sharp pain, not from the body, from the soul.

Invisibly, the feeling of death is getting heavier and heavier, and the teenager is more exhausted, sitting cross-legged on the bluestone, trying his best to straighten his body, clenching his teeth, even if all the attempts from beginning to end have failed, but he will not give up, trust his intuition, that waterfall, is where the way to life lies.

However, he couldn't be perceived, he didn't know why it was so, his eyes were fixed on the waterfall, and the sound of rushing down came into his ears, thinking about it in the depths of his heart, and then he noticed something, like a light of wisdom, and suddenly realized.

Then, Su Yuchen closed his pupils again, his divine sense emanated, concentrated on the waterfall, and the power of the law of the Italian side burst out, it was the law of water, flowing calmly and silently, to resonate with the waterfall.

At this moment, I vaguely captured, a kind of fluctuation, a kind of rhyme, contained in the waterfall, but it is extremely weak, can not be experienced, obviously, there is rejection.

"Do you want the same attributes, dynamic?" He muttered to himself in his heart, gushing out of his feelings, the heaven and earth of Italy, the calm river, began to go berserk, and the law of representation has changed, although it is still water, but the artistic conception is completely different.

''Poof!''

At this moment, Su Yuchen coughed up a mouthful of blood, not because of the shrouded death, but because of the backlash of the laws of the Italian side, the river turned from calm to raging, and his consciousness was disordered, even if it was only for a while, he also suffered trauma.

In fact, the river had been calm on weekdays, leaving him empty and untouched by the outside world, but now it had been changed into the law of rage, resonating with the waterfall.

Sure enough, the young man's induction became clearer, capturing the extremely mysterious rhyme, reflecting it in his heart, a little bit of experience, spontaneously, and his face also showed a look of joy, there was no complete despair, the way of life still existed, he was found by himself, and he resonated together.

Half an hour passed, and Su Yuchen finally saw the words in the waterfall, which was a brilliant word, circulating the breath of life, the prostration of his body was alleviated a little, and his flesh and blood were nourished.

However, the young man also noticed that the breath of life seemed to be suppressed by the fluctuations of death, and it was not as rich as the latter, and his body continued to be weak, but the speed was a little slower.

''I don't have enough life, and if I continue like this, I will still be devoured by death.'' ''Although, I found a way to live and saw the words, but the end of destruction, as if it had not changed, was still weak.

The light of Su Yuchen's pupils dimmed again, and the whole body was filled with a kind of dead air, devouring the essence and spirit in the body, and the feeling of prostration was still very violent, and his body shook and was about to fall to the ground.

He was extremely puzzled, the balance between life and death, but at this moment, it was not reflected, the fluctuations of death were stronger, and the breath of life was far less vigorous.

In my heart, I thought about it over and over again, this piece of heaven and earth, as if it violated the code of balance between life and death, death was stronger than life, sitting cross-legged, opening my eyes, gasping for breath, my palm pressing the bluestone, very weak.

At this moment, if it weren't for the Italian side, the seven veins flashed with light, and the Great Dao was released, it would definitely be dead, and the divine power in the body was about to be exhausted, and the flesh and blood had become cold, much lower than ordinary people.

Even so, Su Yuchen never gave up, his head was raised with difficulty, his eyes scanned in all directions, thinking about everything in his heart, feeling that it was he who had forgotten something, which made his vitality weaker than death, because the sun in the sky fell lower, and he could only see the light from his perspective, as for the sun, it had disappeared from sight, and it had not really gotten rid of the destruction, this ending.

The young man's gaze scanned many places, and finally stopped under a big tree, which was under the tree where he rested with "Han Mengling", and he couldn't help but think of her, a smile, every word and deed, every move, vividly.