At night, the dark sky is dotted with stars.

It's like a god who has been sleeping for a long time has opened his eyes.

Overlooking the creatures beneath the sky.

Sometimes, their eyes burn.

Sometimes, their eyes are downcast.

......

......

There are two days left until the day of the rampant world.

Thousands of sword lights instantly rose from the ground, streaking across the quiet night sky, disturbing the creatures that were falling into a deep sleep at the moment.

And out of an instinct for danger to come, they hold their hearts that are beating wildly, and run as far as possible to safety.

It's a disaster, but they can't help complaining.

Even if they can get a little mercy from the gods.

Perhaps before they die, they will be able to clearly ask "Why?"

If this also depends on whether Zhang Bugou will be willing to answer.

Would he like to?

No

He didn't want to.

He would rather have one more sword than speak.

At this moment, looking at the mess in the forest behind him, and the smell of blood brought by the evening breeze from afar.

Don Juan could even imagine how much damage Zhang Bugou's sword had caused.

"Your sword seems to be a lot faster than it was three years ago. ”

"It's so fast that it almost kills me. ”

Don Juan looked at Zhang Bukuo who was walking slowly from the weeds in the distance, there was no trace of panic on his face, and there was even a little smile in his tone.

"Why?"

Zhang Bugou didn't pay attention to Don Juan's somewhat mocking words, and just asked lightly.

Don Juan just blinked his eyes and said with a smile: "It's not because you don't want to help me, I can only come uninvited." ”

"After all, in the entire Linjiang City, apart from you Zhang Bugou, there should be no other saints. ”

"You want to die?"

After Zhang Bugou finished speaking, there seemed to be a little more doubt in his originally calm eyes.

"I don't really want to. Don Juan replied in a calm voice.

"Let's go, then. ”

Zhang Bugou put the sword in his hand back into its sheath and wanted to turn away.

"After all, I want you to live a little longer. ”

It seems that even Zhang Bugou didn't realize that he was talking a lot more tonight than usual.

Hearing Zhang Bugou's words, Tang Juan also smiled slightly, of course he knew that Fang Cai's sword was deliberately missed by Zhang Bukuo, and what he wanted to do was just to persuade Tang Juan to retreat.

Three years have passed, and you are becoming more and more stubborn.

Tang Juan scratched his head and found that Zhang Bugou had already left.

The forest is quiet, and the moonlight shines on Don Juan's white clothes, like the snow on the top of the Saibei Snow Mountain, without a trace of dust.

"The sword practice is very good. ”

At this moment, an old man dressed in gray suddenly walked out of the woods behind Don Juan, only to see him crouching down, stretching out a withered hand and rubbing the deep crack.

"I'm so old, I don't sleep at night, what are you running around?"

Hearing the old man's words, Don Juan's face suddenly showed a little tiredness, and he didn't seem to want to see him very much.

The old man in gray heard the helplessness in Don Juan's voice, just chuckled a few times, and then said, "It's because of old age that I don't have to sleep so much." ”

"I heard people from the older generation say that when they reach a certain age, they can almost know when they will die. ”

Don Juan turned around, looked at the old man with a thin face in front of him, and said with a smile: "I really want to know if the Mu Dao people, who have become saints fifty years ago, will also be afraid of death?"

The gray-clothed old man nodded slightly, and then said, "When people begin to age, they will be more or less afraid. ”

"Although Mudao people are saints, they have not really ascended to heaven and become immortals, so they are naturally still mortals. ”

The gray-clothed old man reached out and grabbed a handful of black soil from the crack that Zhang Bugou had split before, and rubbed it gently.

"If you don't become an immortal, you are destined to die. ”

The old man in gray looked at the soil in his hand and seemed to be talking to himself.

Hearing this, Tang Juan raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but smile: "So you're going to kill me tonight?

"Perhaps, but I don't know too much about it. ”

The gray-clothed old man let out a long sigh, then slowly stood up from the ground.

He got up slowly, like every old man, holding his waist with his own hand.

Tang Juan sneered: "I really didn't expect that Mudao people would have the same movement habits as ordinary old people. ”

Hearing this, Mu Daoren just glanced at him calmly, and then said without any emotion: "Because only in this way can I realize that I am still a mortal." ”

"Fifty years ago, in the rivers and lakes, there were many people whose talent was not even weaker than that of the Sword Prince, but in the end, it was me, a person with mediocre qualifications, who became a saint. ”

Mu Daoren looked at Don Juan and asked, "Do you know why?"

Because they have forgotten the origin of the Tao, which is the original intention. ”

"Whether it's the Sword Heavenly Son or the sage who wields the sword, they will always know where they should go, so they won't get lost in this world. ”

"What about you, as a disciple of the Hundred Flowers Sage, do you still remember your own way?"

The voice of the wooden man was so soft that even the sound of insects in the grass could easily drown out his voice.

But Don Juan's ears at this moment had no way to tolerate the sound of insects.

What is my word?

As the old man's voice kept echoing in Don Juan's mind, the demons in Don Juan's body also became restless at this moment, trying in vain to interfere with Don Juan's thoughts.

"There is only one way in this world, and that is our way. ”

At this moment, in Don Juan's mind, a dreamy voice that heard men and women whispered softly.

Who are we?

Don Juan asked rhetorically, a little puzzled.

"We sleep in the depths of the sea, walk in the world, roam in the stars, and die out of nothingness. ”

"And you will inherit our will, and one day await our coming. ”

At this moment, the dreamy voice suddenly disappeared, and then, in Don Juan's mind, several different voices suddenly sounded.

There were old people, there were children, there were men, there were women......

Their voices echoed together in Don Juan's mind, but they uttered the same sentence:

"When all the saints die, when the stars return, we will come to the world in blood. ”

At this moment, countless black qi overflowed from under Don Juan's robe, and they spread wildly towards the surroundings like a quiet night in the sky.

"And so it was. ”

Mu Daoren looked at the ominous black qi that had already pounced on him, he didn't dodge, just stood there quietly.

"A hundred years later, are these slain "gods" still longing for a new round of resurrection?"