Mr. Song carried Ning Shu and Tie Kunlun into the room, looked at the two people on the bed, the clothes on their bodies were stained red with blood, he stepped forward and tried it under Tie Kunlun's nose with his hand, but he was already lifeless, and even his pupils were dilated.

Since the year of the fight, Tie Kunlun was rescued in the mountains, and in a blink of an eye, for so many years, going south and north, ups and downs, nominally the master and servant, in fact, the two have long been like brothers, and now the good brother died in front of his eyes, how can he not make people sad.

Seeing that he can go to the Northern Wilderness.

Seeing that he was ready to go home.

He felt a pang of pain in his heart, his eyes were dark, and he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.

After a long time, he came back to his senses, stabilized his figure, and walked to Ning Shu's side.

And breathing!

I saw a flash of the dark golden wrench on his thumb, and a red pill appeared in his hand, which was crystal clear and round, exuding bursts of fragrance, and was restrained in an instant.

He fed the red pill to Ning Shu and swallowed it, sighed and said, "It's up to you whether you can survive or not." ”

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When the black knife flew in, Ning Shu only felt that his eyes were dark, and a strange feeling came from his chest, not pain, but a kind of warmth, like the touch of a strange book that looked like gold and not gold and jade and not jade on his chest on that rainy night in Ping'an City.

There were all kinds of figures flashing in his mind, including Ning Anyi, Chen Nian'an, Chen Shanhai, and those neighbors in Ping'an City, and even saw the rabbit that was raised to death by himself when he was a child.

There was also a little girl with a round face.

He stretched out his hand to touch them, but he couldn't grasp anything, only felt farther and farther away, a sense of powerlessness came over him, and he was tired and wanted to put people to sleep.

Is this what death feels like?

I didn't expect that I was going to die soon after I left Ping'an City, and I didn't even see Luocheng.

Are you going to the underworld?

I heard that the underworld is the final destination of all heavenly beings, and I am finally going to go.

At the moment when Ning Shu's consciousness was about to dissipate, he suddenly felt a stream of water flow over his head, and the originally injured limbs and hundreds of bones began to slowly heal under the wash of the current, and became more powerful.

Only the rupture of the heart is difficult to reverse, no matter how the water washes away, the opening on the heart is entangled with black gas, and it is always difficult to heal.

At this moment, a light suddenly appeared in his mind, and the book left by the old scholar became extremely large.

Ning Shu couldn't help but smile and laughed at himself: Do people become smaller when they die? How can even a book become so big?

What's even more amazing is that the four words he didn't know suddenly understood the meaning at this moment.

The four words on the cover of the book are:

"Imitation of the Heavens"

A very imposing name.

It's like a punishment for heaven.

I saw that the book called Chengtian Imitation turned into a yellow light, like a heavenly river flowing into Ning Shu's heart.

That light enveloped him, and Ning Shu felt that his whole body was warm, and the slap-sized wound on his chest had disappeared, and it seemed to be full of life from the inside out.

What kind of book did the old scholar leave to himself?

Before he had time to think, then his eyes were dim, the surroundings were like a sunset, the sky was blood-red, and a road appeared under his feet, and there was a yellow mist all around, and there was no end in sight, only two blood-red lights, like two lanterns hanging in mid-air, like the legendary Huangquan Road that the old man in the city said an hour later.

Countless black shadows drifted past the road and disappeared into the fog in front of the road.

At the edge of the road stretched out a miserable white hand.

There was no flesh and blood on his hands, only white bones, and a few wisps of miserable yellow mist swirled around him, which was extremely terrifying.

Nauseating.

Ning Shu only felt that he belonged to them.

They are holding out their hands to welcome them back.

Something seemed to call to you at the end of the road.

The end of the road was full of temptation, and he couldn't help but lift his feet to go up.

Just as Ning Shu was about to step forward.

"Don't wake up yet!"

A shout asked, with a heroic righteousness, and forced him to put back the foot that was about to step out.

Mr. Song looked at Ning Shu, whose breathing was gradually smoothing out, and felt a little relaxed in his heart, but after a while, he realized that something was wrong, Ning Shu's face became more and more yellow, and his body began to exude a rotten smell.

So he used Confucian questioning to save Ning Shu from the brink of being lost.

Ning Shu slowly opened his eyes and found that he was lying on the bed, and Mr. Song was standing in front of him, his clothes were tattered, his face was pale, and there were blood stains on the corners of his mouth.

He felt like his whole body was about to fall apart, looked down at his chest, and reached out to touch his body again, but there was no wound except for some pain.

It's the same as what you see when you're unconscious.

"Mr. Song, I ......"

He remembered that the black dagger had pierced through himself.

"Don't worry, you're not dead. I fed you an elixir and snatched you back from the ghost gate. ”

Mr. Song breathed a sigh of relief and sat down against the wall.

Ning Shu looked around, he didn't see Tie Kunlun, he already knew it in his heart, and his eyes couldn't help but be a little moist, he died to save himself, and he never had a chance to look at the north that belonged to him again.

"Don't blame yourself, if you hadn't shot that crucial arrow, I'm afraid all three of us would have died here. ”

"Now that we're awake, just clean up, eat something, and let's get out of here. After returning to Los Angeles, I went to the Taoist Department, I always felt that this matter was not so simple, there were many people who dared to kill people in the empire, but I had never heard of anyone who dared to instruct a cultivator to slaughter a village. Mr. Song said as he walked out the door.

Ning Shu just got up, but saw Mr. Song stop, trembling slightly, and the two magic intentions of Xuanjin and Xuantu erupted, as if facing a great enemy.

I saw him turn around and walk next to Ning Shu, and without waiting for him to react, he reached out and tapped him on the chest.

Ning Shu suddenly felt that his body was out of control, and he fell backwards softly, and he couldn't make a sound, so he could only stare at the person in front of him with puzzled eyes.

Mr. Song didn't explain, but just said: "You don't deserve to die here, you need to show yourself in this world." ”

"Don't make a sound, if I can come back...... I'll teach you how to practice. ”

Without looking back, he walked out of the house, his steps were resolute, as if he was going to a dinner party without returning.

Pushing open the door, turning around and closing, a series of movements is natural and skillful, as casual as leaving the house and closing the door.

Through the crack in the door, Ning Shu saw a carriage parked in the open space where the battle had just taken place outside the door.

A black carriage.

Other than that, Ning Shu couldn't see anything anymore.

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"You are very good, you actually killed the half-step dream of my subordinates in the cultivation of the previous habitat, why don't you follow me and I accept you as a righteous son?" A majestic but indifferent voice came from inside the carriage, as if giving some kind of gift.

As the sound came out, within a radius of ten meters with the carriage as the center, the pressure increased sharply, and the murderous aura overflowed.

"How can Taifu students succumb to thieves. ”

Mr. Song gritted his teeth and said as he struggled to maintain a straight posture, only to feel like a burden on his body, with a little blood beading on his forehead, dripping between his eyebrows, and sweat mixed with blood soaking his clothes.

"Bold! Adults cherish talents, give you a chance to live, don't make mistakes. A man shouted at the carriage.

"God Dynasty Terran, I'd rather die than give in. Mr. Song's voice almost roared, hoarse and stubborn.

"In that case, then you can judge yourself. The voice was still cold, emotionless.

Mr. Song waved his hand with difficulty, and the Xuanjin Sword Qi rushed towards the carriage, and the golden sword, which could not even capture the trajectory, became extremely sluggish in front of the carriage.

A cold snort came from inside the carriage, and the golden sword condensed by Xuanjin suddenly shattered.

Mr. Song vomited blood from his mouth and flew out.