Song Mingting walked towards the mountain while thinking about what had just happened. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Seeing Li Qingque and Wei Kuangyuan, his heart was not unexcited, but he told himself in his heart that he should be excited, but there was no trace of ups and downs in his emotions.

This feeling is as if his whole person has been split in half, and his real self is firmly bound, deeply sunk in the deepest part of his heart, no matter how he struggles, he can't get out. And the external self has no emotion, as if a stagnant water, lifeless, no matter how big the movement outside, there is no wave.

Song Mingting realized that there was a problem with him, and this problem, not unexpectedly, should be caused by his previous life.

In his previous life, he only stayed in the mountain gate for twenty years, and twenty years later, the demon masters led by the Hades Ghost Sect came to attack the mountain, so the mountain gate was destroyed overnight, and in his eyes, the extremely powerful Shimen had almost no resistance in front of the masters of the Hades Ghost Sect, and the army was defeated like a mountain.

Since then, his life has taken a sharp turn for the worse.

At that time, he was lucky to survive, but his master, his brothers, and many of his classmates all died in that battle, and the elite of the division was gone! It was the darkest day of his life, and it almost made him collapse.

After that, he finally cheered up a little, and he traveled several places with the survivors of the sect in order to recover the mountain gate, but soon, this hope was completely dashed. After that, those who were lucky enough to survive became completely lost dogs and began to live in exile.

At that time, he thought that this was the hardest time of his life. It's a pity that he was too naïve, and this time was nothing compared to the nightmarish experience in the future. Because during that time, although he was displaced and in danger of dying at all times, at least he still had the care of his elders and the support of his peers. The sky is falling, and there are still elders there. More critically, he was at least not alone at that time.

But later, as the Devil's Path approached, the righteous path fell into the well, and soon, the elders and fellow disciples died one by one, and in the end, he was the only one left—he was so lucky, everyone died, but he didn't die, didn't he? But he would rather not be so lucky!

Do you know how desperate it is to "fight against the whole world, to fight from time to time, to be in the midst of killing from morning to night"? But he can't die, because he is the only one left in the entire division, and when he dies, the inheritance of the division is cut off. And at that time, his life was not his at all, because the reason why he was able to become the last person alive was because there were many people who left him the hope of life, so he was not qualified to die at all.

If you can't die, you can only carry it. But the days of being alone and the enemy of the whole world are not human beings at all, let alone more than 20 years after he has passed, so he actually had problems at that time, but at that time his heart had already become a pool of stagnant water, and it was difficult to find out at all.

But now, he was "reborn", and suddenly there was hope again, and he found a problem.

The clouds and mist are ethereal, the clouds are permeated in the mountains, although the scene in front of you can still be seen clearly, but the scenery a few zhang away is not clear, a white expanse. Song Mingting raised his hand and glanced at the fragments in his hand. That's why he was "born again".

When he first woke up, he found that he was not dead, so he had speculations about reincarnation, rebirth, and rebirth, but it was clear that these speculations were wrong. He was neither reincarnated, nor reborn.

The real reason is that he didn't die at all, let alone go through that gloomy, hopeless 100 years! He was just a dream, a dream about the future.

Those more than 100 years were his experience in the dream, but this dream was too real, a hundred years of time vividly, and all the joys and sorrows, desperate struggles he experienced during the period were unforgettable, so that he was completely lost in the dream, completely blurred the reality and the dream. And the initiator of this century-old dream is the fragments in his hands, the predecessors of these fragments to be exact.

The predecessor of these fragments was a horoscope. When he was at the bottom of the pond just now, it was when he saw these fragments that he suddenly realized what all this was all about.

The horoscope is a magic weapon for deducing fate, and it is a divination weapon. It's just that the horoscope in his hand is really a bit against the sky, and he directly takes him as a starting point to completely deduce his fate for the next hundred years and more years, and presents it clearly in front of him, and even makes him think that he has really experienced such a life.

Such a fateful chart against the sky, he is simply unheard of. But he also has to thank this chart because it gives him a glimpse of what will happen in the next hundred years. Otherwise, he could only watch the tragedy happen. And now, it's still too late.

Song Mingting silently put away the fragments, and then continued to walk towards the mountain. After a while, I met someone.

The four people on the opposite side were all wearing the same white ink sword robes as him, carrying long swords, and all of them were tall and outstanding. But what the other party said was not so beautiful.

"Isn't this Song Mingting? Why, this is the end of sword practice? Give up, no matter how much you practice, you are a waste. ”

At this moment, Song Mingting found that he was once again divided into two parts, among which he was wrapped in darkness and sunk deep at the bottom of the lake, looking at the four people in front of him, with mixed emotions.

He knew all four of them, and they were all true disciples of their Zhongshu Peak, but they were not the same master as him, but the disciples of the other two elders. The four of them are named Friday Yuan, Zhao Jingque, Sun Huma and Wang Ruoben, of which Friday Yuan and Zhao Jingque are disciples of Fei Daoren, while Sun Huma and Wang Ruoben are disciples of Baixiong Daoren. Yin and Yang were angry and stabbed him with words It was Zhao Jingque.

One of them had mixed emotions of his own, and the other self, who now dominated his body, had no emotions at all. Therefore, he just glanced at the other party lightly and did not speak.

Seeing that Song Mingting ignored people, the four of them walked over and blocked in front of Song Mingting: "Song Mingting, I'm talking to you, what do you mean by not saying a word?"

Song Mingting glanced at the four of them expressionlessly, and deep in his heart, he couldn't help but let out a sigh.

Zhao Jingque and the four dared to talk to him so unceremoniously because his qualifications were very poor.

That's right! Although in his previous life, he was a well-known big devil in the world, and he had been in the cultivation world for more than ten years, and no one could control him, which made both the righteous and demonic realms extremely headaches. But that was later, and when he was a teenager, he was actually just an ordinary disciple with extremely mediocre talent.