The heavy mountain thunderclouds squirmed like childbirth, and the thunder light that was either like a ball or a dragon python kept falling, and the air around it was filled with hissing and vibrating electricity.

But Ning Chang couldn't hear any sound, he wasn't sure if his eardrums had been cracked, or if the sound was cut out by something.

It was Ning Changjiu, who looked stupid and honest, who took the lead in speaking: "You have to be so good to your junior sister all the time." ”

Ning Changchang's lips were half open, and he wanted to speak, but he felt that his throat was hoarse, and he couldn't open his mouth.

He suddenly understood that his body was so light because two souls had left his body.

Those two souls are hidden in the deepest part of consciousness, in a mysterious state of three souls with the same body, and this state is not tolerated by heaven and earth, perhaps this is also the real reason for the thunder tribulation.

The young man Ning Chang glanced in the direction of the temple and smiled slightly, "Take good care of your junior sister and live well." ”

That night, under the bite of the yin ghost, his soul had long been shattered, and now it was not easy to save these, sealed in the depths of the sea of knowledge, and today he was pulled by the thunder of the day, and finally left his body.

It's just that his soul is too weak, and in the thunder and light in the sky, the figure seems to be more and more thin and transparent.

There was a boom.

Ning Xiaoling woke up suddenly.

"Senior brother...... Senior brother!"

She broke free of Lu Marriage's embrace, and suddenly rushed towards the outside of the house, the wind was like a knife, her footsteps jumped over the threshold and before she landed, her body was pressed back again, and the back of her head hit Lu Marriage's chest, Lu Marriage hugged her, and sighed with pity.

"Sister Lu...... Save my brother. Ning Xiaoling grabbed the placket of the woman in white and said in a choked voice.

Lu Wedding gently patted her back, originally wanting to make her sleep again, but her hand hung on her eyebrows for a moment, and finally she drooped down, just sighing.

......

The surface of the red umbrella in Zhao Xiang'er's hand is very thin, but the ancient umbrella supported by hundreds of umbrella bones also has great toughness, after all, it is the treasure of the imperial city, even if the thunder and fire are eroded at this moment, it only leaves a faint, water-stained trace on the umbrella surface.

The wind whistled in my ears.

Zhao Xiang'er's footsteps became slower and slower, and the aura of her body protection gradually weakened, like a knife wrapped in the wind of thunder and lightning, and the red rope she tied was also worn and broken, and her black hair was scattered, constantly stirring in the air, like seaweed in the turbulent water.

It was almost the center of the thunderstorm, and the dazzling electric light had already reflected her eyelids through the surface of the umbrella, and even through the umbrella, she still felt so dazzling that she couldn't open her eyes.

Just as she wanted to remove the umbrella and see what was happening in the center of the thunderstorm, the powerful oppressive force had significantly weakened a lot.

The bent edge of the red umbrella began to rebound, and what swept across his cheeks was no longer a thunder movie, but pieces of thunder like broken glass.

The loud roar also died down, and the rapid transition from extremely noisy to quiet made her feel deaf in both ears for a moment, and the air around her seemed to be drained.

She hesitated for a moment, removed the umbrella, and as soon as she reached her waist, she suddenly saw a shadow fill her vision—something had fallen.

She subconsciously stretched out her hand, and her spiritual power surged, wanting to push away the smashed thing with one palm.

But just now, she was retrograde and thundered, and her spiritual power consumption was also huge, and at this moment, the shadow fell unexpectedly, and the spiritual power she hastily intertwined was shattered at once.

With a numb wrist, the red umbrella fell to the ground, and was blown behind her by the unstopped wind, and the figure crashed directly into her arms.

The girl snorted lightly, and by the momentum of the impact, her body took a few steps back, still uncontrollably falling backwards, but the handle of the red umbrella just touched the spine of her waist upwards, so that she did not fall, her embroidered shoes off the ground, but the toes were still sticking to the ground, she was leaning back on her back, her long hair was scattered like a waterfall and hung straight to the ground, with the umbrella handle as a guide, the show back and waist-hips bent into an exaggerated and wonderful arc.

At this moment, the dust and thunder debris are falling like snowflakes, like a silent fireworks.

After a brief trance, Zhao Xiang'er saw the figure that crashed into his arms.

It was a delicate but miserable white face, and it was this young man who had just fallen from the sky after all the thunderstorms.

Zhao Xiang'er's breathing was sluggish, from childhood to adulthood, her playmates were only the girls in the Qianyu Palace, and her closest contact with the man may be three years ago with one enemy and eight people, and the eight people in front of the Qianyu Palace were so afraid that they didn't dare to fight again.

So she wanted to push the boy in her arms away at the moment, and then carry him to his junior sister.

But the moment her hand touched his body, she saw a great sadness on his face, the boy had fainted, but his eyelids and eyelashes were still trembling, his teeth were trembling slightly, and viscous blood oozed from between her lips and teeth, dripping onto her delicate collarbone, like a grain of cinnabar.

She looked at this face, obviously there was only one side, but for some reason, there was always an illusion of déjà vu.

Bright thunder debris was still falling, and the dark clouds in the dark sky were gradually diluting in the wind.

So this scene was maintained so strangely, the blooming red umbrella fell to the ground, the handle of the umbrella supported the girl's toppled body, and the girl held a dying figure in her arms.

When the thunder light dissipated, Lu Married came behind them, and was very surprised to see this scene.

Surprisingly, Nanning ...... for a long time It seems to be alive.

Ning Xiaoling was also surprised, and was surprised that His Royal Highness, who looked indifferent and desireless, actually hugged his senior brother like this, and died of shame......

No, what am I thinking about...... Ning Xiaoling patted her head and hurriedly ran over, caring about her senior brother's safety.

Zhao Xiang'er took a deep breath, slowly straightened up her flexible and slender waist, grabbed the back of Ning Chang's neck with one hand, and removed his unconscious face from her slender right shoulder.

It was so heavy when he hit it, but now it was too light, as if the water in his body had been steamed dry.

Ning Xiaoling looked at the blood marks on his senior brother's body and the scorching marks of the thunder and lightning, opened his mouth, and the words condensed in his throat, leaving only deep guilt.

Zhao Xiang'er glanced at her a little unkindly, and said, "You follow me into the palace." ”

......

......

Ning knew he was dreaming for a long time.

In the dream, he walked on an extremely dark road, and he couldn't see his five fingers, only a shining back in front of him guided him.

That's my past life.

"Where exactly are you taking me?" Ning Chang couldn't help but ask.

The young man in the cyan robe didn't speak, but walked forward without hurrying.

On the dark road, gradually there is a picture.

A man with a messy robe and an angular face carrying a long knife, looking at the high Taoist temple on the mountain cliff, couldn't help but brush his hair on both sides, and said: "In the future, you will be a disciple in this temple, come, the second senior brother will take you to open your eyes." ”

Beside him, followed by a little boy who was only four years old, the little boy hid timidly behind him, looking at the Taoist temple in the cliff with faint fear.

On this day, Ning Chang, who was only four years old, under the leadership of the second senior brother, successively met the senior sister who was unparalleled in the Qing Dynasty and had a beautiful appearance, the third senior brother who was dressed in red clothes like a noble son, the fourth senior sister who was petite, carrying an armor box, and had short hair and a slight mess, the fifth senior brother who was dressed in plain cloth clothes and had a bright smile, who was very easy-going, and the sixth senior brother who was full of silver hair and had a withdrawn temperament.

And then it's time for you.

He was the last disciple of Guanzhong.

On the day of entering the temple, the sixth senior brother handed over the main gate of the temple to himself with the keys to the three halls, and from that day on, he was responsible for closing the door to the temple every night.

This is where it all began.

The view falls between the mountainside, the mountain is towering into the clouds, and the top of it is not visible, and under the mountain is a small town with no more than a few hundred people, called Dahe Town.

After that, the picture changed very quickly, and Ning Changjiu watched himself get bigger and bigger, and he engraved the list that the second senior brother had entrusted to him on the wall, and crossed it out every once in a while.

Twelve years in the blink of an eye.

When he was sixteen years old, he sat on the edge of the cliff with his fifth senior brother and looked at the sea of clouds, the sea of clouds in the evening was dyed pale red by the afterglow of the setting sun, and a dim sunset ironed the edge of orange and slowly sank into the earth.

He returned the marriage letter to the second senior brother, who sighed with a look of regret, and then told him about the next twelve years of his life.

The picture is glittering.

Twelve years later, the avenue has been completed, and the view has soared.

That night, the moon was snow-white and huge, taking up almost half of the sky, as if it were within reach.

In Dahe Town, countless crimson lanterns slowly rose into the sky, burning like sparks.

There seems to be a hole in the heavenly gate in the big moon, and the holy glow falling from the fairy court behind it can be faintly seen, and under the moonlight, headed by the senior sister in a green skirt, one by one figures rise from the ground, cut open the sky, and go against the sky.

It was a night he would never forget.

Then he suddenly looked back, the lights were dim, the door of the Taoist temple was opened, and the sword shadow was like a big river surging through the three palaces, the sword qi was vigorous, and the murderous aura was broken, which was more powerful than the previous six soaring senior brothers and sisters combined.

In the tide-like white light, the snow-white clothes are heavy and floating, like a cold palace lamp, and the indifferent face carries indescribable beauty.

It is the ultimate sword and the ultimate beauty, even if it is thrilling at a glance.

So in that sword light, his heart was really scattered, his soul was really shaken, the consciousness of life passed quickly, and a pale golden shadow was dragged out of her body by her and cut off with a sword.

He fell off the cloud cliff.

After waking up, I was in a desolate world, the sky was dark, everything was dead, and my body could hardly feel any weight, as if it had been broken to the point that it could not be broken anymore, and the 10,000 stars in front of me were my only consolation.

He thought it was his own grave.

The radiant figure stood in this dead gray prison, staring around at the desolation around him, and sighed softly.

Ning looked at him for a long time, and he remembered these pasts.

The years in this tomb were the loneliest and longest years of his life, like a dream of eternal destruction.

"That's it. The figure whispered.

Ning Chang said: "If you are you, then who am I?"

The figure never looked back, "I'm you, that nerd little Taoist priest is also you, from now on, you're just you." ”

Ning Changjiu shook his head and said, "What kind of trick is it at this time? We are from the Daomen, not the monks. ”

The figure's joke was a little cold: "Aren't we in the temple now, and follow the customs." ”

Ning Chang remembered that he was still suffering from the thunderstorm at this moment, and he was indeed in the temple.

He didn't know how to answer.

"This is the last time we have it. The figure said.

"What the hell do you want to say?" asked Ning Changjiu.

The figure turned his head, his face was blurred, there was no longer any smile, and his expression was extremely serious: "Find the master...... Gotta find her!"

Ning Changjiu hurriedly asked, "How do you find it?" Where is this Taoist temple in the world? Where is Shizun now? After finding her...... She saw that I wasn't dead, would she ...... again?"

The figure interrupted him and said, "You have calculated many times over the years, and so have I, we can't get an answer, but you must go to her!"

Ning Chang remembered the word Shizun, and quickly felt a sharp pain in his chest, and that heart-rending hallucination brought a cold to the bone, he took a slight breath, touched the position where he originally hid the innate spirit but was now empty, and said, "I can't avoid it, why do you still want to look for her?"

The figure's words were like nothing, as if sighing: "I don't know, but I only know one thing, the master killed Ning Changjiu, but Ning Changjiu is still alive now, if you live, I live." ”

Ning Changjiu still wanted to ask, but the figure became fainter and fainter, and he continued: "Over the years, I have often seen a picture, which is an endless sea of dark stars, and the sky is full of dead stars, and only a few of them are still bright, so it tries to shine, as if it wants to transmit the flame to all the other dead stars.

"Dead star, what is that?" Ning asked for a long time.

"Death Star Domain. The figure replied, "But it's not the stars that float in it, it's ...... Soul Eater. ”

"Soul Eater?" Ning Chang was shocked when he heard this term.

"Well, I often think that this is the picture that Master sees now. ”

"And we are the last star. ”

His voice was too weak to be heard.

"That's it, take care of ......"

The light curtain shattered.

Thunder fell.

Ning Changjiu saw that figure rise up in the air and rush towards the thunder pool, while the other Ning Changjiu, whose figure was already so thin that it was almost illusory, beckoned to him, smiling slightly, like a nerd.

Heaven and earth could not accommodate people with three souls in the same body, so they went away and left themselves to themselves.

Ning Chang trembled, he raised his head and looked at the sky, in the rich thunder pool, his figure in his previous life had condensed into a point, emitting light, like a bright star.

In the thick sea of clouds, the figure looked around at the thunderstorm, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

He had a flying sword in his heart, and he couldn't get out of his depression, and before it dissipated, he should always cut something.

The first three realms of cultivation, entering the mysteries, passing through the immortals, and living a long life, all of them have broken through......

Entering the Purple Garden, one to the ninth floor in a blink of an eye, and then broken.

Looking at the heavenly path of the five realms, the peak in a blink of an eye, the legend of the three realms on it has obtained its true meaning but does not enter.

Five is enough.

A sword lit up in the sea of clouds, it was a real void sword, without a single light, and no one could see it, but with a sharp edge that matched everything, it was constantly pushed forward, smashing everything it touched.

The thunder was hoarse, and the scorching brilliance faded.

Ning Chang raised his head, his eyes trembled, and the falling thunder fire was no longer lethal, and it looked like snow when it fell to his side.

He witnessed the destruction of a star.

So the star's gravitational pull on him broke at this moment.

He was like a bird with folded wings, and his body fell into the air.

Consciousness sank to the bottom of the lake.

I don't know how long it took.

When the hazy lights lit up again, the meager spiritual power finally flowed into his limbs little by little, and his eyelids trembled, and he opened them with difficulty, and his eyes were faintly vermilion carved bed frames and snow-white mist-like veils.

The line of sight was deflected, and in front of the table in front of him, there was a faint figure of a girl half-kneeling in front of the desk, waving a piece of paper.

The graceful black hair, the straight snow-white thin neck and the soft curves focused and collapsed in the line of sight, and it was barely clear after several times.

"Xiang ...... Assist...... Zhao ......"

He judged the identity of the man, but at this moment, his head was like being stirred by a needle and awl, and he was drowsy and tingling, and he couldn't remember it for a while.

"Xiang?" the girl turned around when she heard the sound and smiled: "What?