The star grew bigger and bigger.

It's not physically big, it's big in feeling.

It seems that the stars in the sky are approaching and gradually becoming clearer.

Bigger and bigger, clearer and clearer.

But in fact, it has not changed, but it is getting brighter and brighter.

Enthusiasm and anticipation gradually appeared in the reader's calm eyes, and he even subconsciously held his breath.

It was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Everything around was chaotic.

It seems to be a sea of clouds.

Gradually, the sea of clouds disappeared.

Everything became nothingness, darkness, and only the brighter and clearer star shone brightly.

Then, the stars are lit up.

Dense, the stars are moving, like a flowing galaxy.

The blue star finally stopped growing.

It's so big that it obscures all the stars.

Its texture, the mystical law, seems to be a great avenue.

But it's not that big at all.

But one of the Misty Galaxy, no one seems to care.

The reading eyes became more and more burning.

Every time he saw it, he was always irrepressibly excited, even though he lived the years he didn't remember.

No one can disobey it, it is the master of all.

It's almost a success.

The scholar suddenly wanted to look up to the sky and laugh, wanted to wake up the young man in the coffin, and wanted to tell him, didn't you say that you didn't want to, no one can force you, but now, what if you don't want to, you can't stop it, everything is doomed, it's your fate, you should accept your fate.

At this moment, the surroundings suddenly darkened.

Rich black, dark without five fingers.

Whether it's starlight, crystalline, or firelight, nothing.

After the darkness is silence, a silence that is more silent than before.

It seems that everything begins.

There are no living beings, and no sounds.

The reader was a little stunned.

How many times he had tried since ancient times, but this had never happened.

It seems that all of a sudden it is cut off from the world, from all living things.

He didn't know if he could breathe or how to breathe, his brain was a little dull, and he didn't know how to move.

He even had some doubts, was this still in the underground palace, or was it still in the world?

Long silence, long silence.

There seems to be only him in heaven and earth, a coffin in front of him.

He gradually felt overwhelmed, dazed, and suffocated.

For hundreds of millions of years, emotions that I thought I had forgotten have surfaced one by one, and they are the most instinctive fear and confusion from the soul.

He began to yearn for light, even a little starlight.

But everything seemed to stand still.

All around is darkness, silence, silence that makes you want to die.

When the reader was about to go crazy, a little blue came out of the bronze coffin.

The reader was overjoyed, and subconsciously grabbed that point of light.

But when you touch it, the light disappears instantly.

The reader panicked.

He began to look for the point of light, up and down, as if he were crazy.

But he didn't find the point of light after all.

He sat down on the ground.

Once again, there was darkness and silence.

The reader looked around blankly.

He suddenly wanted to die and hit his head on the bronze coffin.

But he was not reconciled.

He fought all his cultivation in the first place, and even became the enemy of the whole world, why?

If he gives up now, he is giving up his hundreds of millions of years of hard work, denying the deviance of hundreds of millions of years ago, and acknowledging the resignation of those pedantic gods, how can he be willing to give up?

yes, he can't give up.

Then face eternal darkness and silence?

A little blue light came out of the bronze coffin.

Readers dare not touch it again.

He looked at the point of light, delighted and longing.

Then, a little blue light came out of the bronze coffin.

After that, two o'clock, three o'clock......

More and more.

The entire dark space seemed to be filled with that blue light.

The reader suddenly sensed that something was wrong.

He stepped forward and tried to push the bronze coffin open.

A young man suddenly appeared on the bronze coffin.

A teenager made up of blue starlight.

There was a star in front of the boy.

The blue ones are big and shiny.

The reader was stunned again.

The boy looked at the star carefully, then raised his hand and touched it.

The hand made of blue starlight began to disappear, gradually merging into the star.

The stars grew brighter and brighter, but the boy became more and more illusory.

The teenager was not alarmed.

He tilted his head to look at the reader, and smiled softly and gently.

He said, "Since you say I come from it, I'll give it back." ”

When the words fell, the boy instantly collapsed, turning into a blue starlight, less and less.

The reader panicked and grabbed the star.

The darkness around them faded in an instant.

It's the palace again, the high platform, the bronze coffin.

It's just that the reader grabbed the star, and there was only that star around.

The reader looked at the stars in his hand, and his face was extremely ugly.

Of all the people, there has never been one so determined as this young man.

But how did he know that?

Guess what?

Is he willing to gamble on the pain that tears his soul apart?

Or is it that Ye Fan?

"What I don't like, no one can force me unless I die. ”

The words of the young man a few months ago suddenly sounded in the reader's mind, and he suddenly clenched the stars.

The stars became a dark blue stone, shining and beautiful.

......

Cuiwu Mountain is not beautiful, but it is evergreen in all seasons.

In the cold mountain wind, there were two people standing in front of the cliff.

A young man, an old man.

"I didn't expect that after a lapse, I would have the opportunity to meet the Nangong Sword God, which is really an honor. The young man said happily.

"In that battle, the old man didn't fight happily. The old man said lightly.

"Nangong Sword God really wants to fight again, but this time, what are we betting on?" the young man said with a smile.

The old man looked at the white clouds in the sky, floating by the wind leisurely, "How about the loser jumping down?"

"It's not interesting. The young man shook his head.

The old man didn't speak, still looking at Bai Yun.

"That's it, just boring, just hit a dozen of them. After a while, the young man yawned and changed his words.

The old man flicked his sleeves.

The mountain wind blew the old man's clothes, and his clothes danced wildly.

"You've grown a lot," the young man laughed, and his figure swept away, followed by a bright white rainbow.

A sword light collided with Bai Hong, and the old man's ancient sword was unsheathed, and a silent sword reflected the warm sunlight.

The young man frowned, a few afterimages flashed over his body, and with a casual wave of his left sleeve, his palm swept towards the old man.

At the same moment, he didn't stop, and he raised his sword in his right hand, and the same amazing sword light flashed instantly.

"You haven't grown at all. The old man snorted coldly, did not retreat, but advanced, held the sword in both hands, handed out a sword, and resisted two moves.

The swords clashed, the wind swept angrily, and several cracks instantly cracked under the feet of the two, and the sand and stones flew wildly, causing the mountains and rocks to be turbulent.

The young man's body took half a step back, his blood churned, and his eyes gradually became solemn, "No wonder you came to me." ”

The old man's answer was a sword handed.

It's still a sword without fancy fancy, and it's even more unpretentious.

The young man raised his sword to resist, and pushed a few more steps, blood spilling from the corners of his mouth, "You'd better give up just now." ”

The old man heard it and slashed it again.

Sword after sword, nothing fancy, just a sword.

The young man stepped back, and suddenly stopped abruptly.

Because there is already a cliff behind him.