Qian Wuwei felt that his Yuan Shen power was slowly swallowed by the black hole, and it felt like someone had taken a knife and cut it one by one on the Yuan Shen power, which was extremely painful.

He once again tasted the painful feeling of cultivating the Distraction Time Technique, and the Yuan Shen power in his mind was constantly being cut off by the black hole, and every time he cut off a point, Qian Wuwei's Yuan Shen power was weakened by a point.

Hurt.

It hurts so much.

Sweat continued to flow out, wetting his tattered clothes and drenching his hair.

The muscles on Qian Wuwei's face were twisted, his teeth were biting his lips, his lips were bitten by his teeth, and bitter blood poured into his throat.

He controlled his primordial power to continue to fight against the black hole, and it was better to lose some of his primordial power than to become the living dead.

Can't give up.

It must be persistent.

Qian Wuwei's body was bent and bent, and the earth spar in his hand was stuck to his hand, and he couldn't shake it off.

After absorbing part of the power of the primordial gods, the suction power of the black hole gradually became stronger, depriving and devouring the primordial power from Qian Wuwei's mind little by little.

The black hole is swirling, like chaos.

The two Yuanshen villains struggled in Qian Wuwei's mind, and even Qian Wuwei used his natal flying sword to cut off the hands of the Yuanshen villain, but they couldn't get rid of the chaotic suction, it was like a tarsal bone.

The earth-based spar shone with dazzling light in Qian Wuwei's hand, turning the entire space yellow.

"I can't die yet. ”

Qian Wuwei's voice became hoarse, as long as there was a glimmer of hope, he would not give up fighting the black hole.

Those who have never died will never understand the preciousness of life.

Qian Wuwei died once, so he spared his life very much.

For more than 3,400 years of rebirth, Qian Wuwei has been cautious, there is no need or even will not leave Tianqiong Peak, he is very desperate for his life, so that people think that he is greedy for life and afraid of death, he doesn't care, he still goes his own way.

He doesn't participate in the annual training tasks of the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Gate, and he doesn't leave the Heavenly Sword Gate, in order to live well, this is not greedy for life and afraid of death, this is just an obsession in his heart.

When encountering evil cultivators and killing people, encountering demon beasts causing chaos, Qian Wuwei will still take the initiative to kill him, if he is really greedy for life and afraid of death, why not stay in the Sky Dome Peak honestly?

There was something in his heart that he couldn't let go.

The longer you live, the less you want to die.

Who wants to die if they can survive and steal their lives?

Qian Wuwei doesn't care about his reputation, he just wants to live well, protect the people he wants to protect, and protect the softness in the deepest part of his heart.

Qian Wuwei gritted his teeth and kept cutting off the body parts of the Yuan Shen villain with his natal flying sword, his hands, head, neck, every time the sword was cut off, his head hurt as if it was about to explode, he insisted, gritted his teeth and persevered.

His lips were bloody and blurry.

The ground was already wet with sweat.

His whole body collapsed to the ground, his body curled up as if it had shrunk, and his body had shrunk by a fifth.

The hideousness on the face.

Pain in the mind.

Curls of the body.

The disappearance of the power of the Genshin.

"I just want to live. ”

Qian Wuwei roared silently.

The black hole continued to rotate, and after pulling Qian Wuwei's Yuan Shen power into it little by little, it was quickly wiped out, and those worn out Yuan Shen power quickly lost contact with Qian Wuwei.

Little by little, time passed.

After absorbing the power of Qian Wuwei's primordial spirit, the earth spar became more brilliant, illuminating the space brightly, which was very dazzling.

The whole space suddenly became extremely solid, and Qian Wuwei's left hand, which was originally inserted into the dirt, was firmly solidified in the dirt and could not move.

"The power of the primordial gods will soon disappear completely, am I going to die?"

Qian Wuwei curled his body weakly, his eyes were a little dull, and the Yuan Shen power in his mind had been worn out by the black hole by nearly three-quarters.

The pulling force of the black hole continues to increase, his resistance power continues to weaken, and his primordial power will soon be completely wiped out by the black hole.

When the power of the Yuan Shen is completely wiped out by the black hole, Qian Wuwei will completely lose consciousness and become a living dead, forever trapped in a space of more than twenty meters underground.

Does this count as digging a pit and burying yourself?

This kind of death makes Qian Wuwei very unwilling and helpless, he would rather die in battle, even if it is better to become the ration of the demon beast than to become a living dead.

Maybe one day in the future, there will be cultivators who dig Qian Wuwei's body out of the dirt, maybe one day, the earth's crust changes will shake Qian Wuwei's body out of the ground, maybe one day......

Feeling that the power of the Yuan Shen in his mind was getting less and less, and the body of the Yuan Shen villain was getting smaller and darker, Qian Wuwei felt a wave of powerless despair in his heart.

"Master, junior sister, I'm going, you must live well in the future, and see more of the scenery of the Creation Continent for me. ”

Qian Wuwei felt that his mind was blank, his thinking was about to be lost, and the natal flying sword was lying in the dantian dimly, losing contact with him, and depriving him of the power to want to commit suicide.

His body was tightly curled together into a ball, his whole body was less than half of his original size, he was unable to move, and even the desire to move his fingers became a luxury.

When the last bit of primordial divine power in Qian Wuwei's mind was wiped out by the black hole, his eyes slowly closed, and his body that was violently twisted by the pain slowly relaxed, with an unwilling look on his face.

Qian Wuwei lost the power of the Yuan Shen in his mind, lost the breath of life in his body, collapsed on the ground motionless, even lost his breath, his heart beat slightly, and gradually his heartbeat stopped, becoming a living dead.

The black hole wiped out all the primordial power in Qian Wuwei's mind and gradually disappeared and returned to calm.

The light of the earth spar in Qian Wuwei's hand slowly faded, and finally disappeared, and the space became dark.

The earth spar was tightly grasped in his right hand, and sweat and blood were sticky to the earth spar.

The entire space was dark except for the thick smell of blood.

Time passed little by little, and the earth spar in Qian Wuwei's hand gradually became smaller, and that mysterious energy entered his right hand little by little, and finally disappeared.

After the earth hedron disappeared, everything returned to calm.

......

In Yuyang County, the cultivators are still fighting with the demon beasts, the war continues, the cultivators die every day, the demon beasts are killed every day, and Yuyang County restores the original chaos.

Qian Wuwei's disappearance did not arouse the minds of many people, after all, his reputation was not obvious, and no one cared about his news except for a few people.

Mo Xiuwen is still comprehending the power of the law, Zhan Tai Ruoxi is trying to impact the heavenly moat of the Yuan Shen Realm, Huangpu Nianqing is cultivating hard in the Chaogui One Realm, and everything is normal in the garrison of the Heavenly Sword Gate in Xianyang City.

The Creation Continent also seems to have returned to peace, since the Thirteen Outer Halls of the Heavenly God Sect attacked Xianyang City and almost wiped out all the troops, the Heavenly God Sect and the demon beasts have become honest, and everything has returned to the right path.

The Heavenly God Sect and the Demon Beasts are pregnant with the next big war, and the higher-ups of the Heavenly Sword Sect are constantly discussing the future situation.

Mortals live happily, cultivators work hard to cultivate, and the world is peaceful and peaceful.

......

A small remote village in the Great Xia Empire, to which the Valley of Forgotten Worries belongs.

Sun Can stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, raised the hoe in his hand to dig the ground, his wife Liu Xiaohong followed behind him and put the seeds into the soil, carrying a child about three or four years old on his back, the child looked a little similar to Sun Can, and was sleeping.

"Brother Can, you rest and rest, don't be tired. Liu Xiaohong looked at Sun Can gently.

Liu Xiaohong, who should have resented Sun Can, hid the hatred in her heart after giving birth to her son Sun Xiong and lived a dull life with Sun Can.

Men and women weave is the most dull day, but also the happiest day.

"Xiaohong, this place will be planted soon, or you can bring the male back first, and I will come back later." "There is no hideousness on Sun Can's face, there is no evil charm, and some are just honest.

Who would have thought that the evil spirits of the Thirteen Outer Halls of the Heavenly God Sect would hide in a small village in the Great Zhou Empire, marry a wife and have children, and live a mortal life with peace of mind?

Nearly a decade of mortal life has made the evil spirit almost forget everything before.

Although his wife Liu Xiaohong is average, she is gentle and virtuous, and her son Sun Xiong is smart and lively, and every time he calls him, his voice almost melts him.

"Brother Can, I'll send Xiong'er home first, make dinner and wait for you at home. Liu Xiaohong put down the wooden basin in her hand and said softly.

"Go ahead! I'll be back soon after planting. Sun Can walked up to Liu Xiaohong and kissed his son's face with his mouth.

"Hmm. Liu Xiaohong left the field with Sun Xiong on her back and walked slowly in the direction of her home.

Sun Can looked at the backs of his wife and children, and a moment of confusion flashed in his eyes, how could he have imagined that there would be such a day? A murderous evil cultivator would actually live in seclusion in a small village to marry a wife and have children.

Liu Xiaohong carried Sun Xiong on his back and gradually disappeared from Sun Can's sight, Sun Can raised his hoe and continued to dig the ground, and soon he picked up the wooden pot and began to put the seeds in the soil, and finally covered the seeds with the soil.

Sitting on the edge of the field, Sun Can put the hoe and wooden basin beside him, patted the soil on his hands, and looked silently into the distance.

He had struggled countless times in his heart, wanting to abandon his wife and children and leave the small village, continue to cultivate and enter the realm of heaven and earth, and do his best for the great cause of the Heavenly God Sect.

But every time he saw his wife's gentle eyes and heard his son's innocent voice, he gave up.

If Liu Xiaohong had been killed afterwards, maybe he wouldn't have struggled and hesitated like this now.

Sun Can sighed softly, took the hoe and wooden basin in his hand, and walked in the direction of "home", along the way many villagers greeted him enthusiastically, and these ordinary mortals regarded him as a member of the village.

This is the life of a mortal, ordinary and fulfilling.

The villagers in the village are very simple, although Sun Can's appearance was too sudden, but after a long time, no one asked about it again.

Ten years is a long time for mortals, but it is very short for cultivators.

In this short period of ten years, earth-shaking changes have taken place in Sun Can.

The masters of the Celestial God Sect in the outside world have been inquiring about Sun Can's news, but none of them thought that the evil spirit who ranked thirty-sixth on the Heavenly Sword Sect's evil cultivation list (the evil ghost was originally ranked thirty-seventh, and after the death of the piercing dwarf, his ranking rose one place) would live the life he has now, because in ten years, the Celestial God Sect has not found any trace of Sun Can.

Sun Can returned home, put the hoe and wooden basin away, washed the dirt on his hands with water, walked into the house, and set his eyes on the little face of his son Sun Xiong, with a kind smile on his face.

He stretched out his hand and pulled the quilt, covered Sun Xiong, and walked towards the kitchen.

Liu Xiaohong was wearing an apron, standing in front of the stove, holding a spatula in his right hand and stir-frying, Sun Can walked behind Liu Xiaohong, stretched out his hands and gently hugged Liu Xiaohong's waist from behind, leaned his head on Liu Xiaohong's shoulder, and smelled the familiar smell of Liu Xiaohong.

"Brother Can, do you have something on your mind?" Liu Xiaohong didn't look back and asked softly.

"No, just a little tired. ”

"Then you go back to your room to rest, and when the meal is ready, I will tell you and Xiong'er to get up and eat. ”

Sun Can didn't answer Liu Xiaohong's words, but just gently hugged Liu Xiaohong with his hand......