The vigorous migration of thousands of miles in the Tang Dynasty is still going on, the granaries in various places are releasing grain, the treasury is releasing silver, the imperial court is controlling the price of grain, and all kinds of drastic actions are being carried out nervously.

The blue land is still under construction, the city has a rough prototype, and some aspects are still doing well, here carries the hope of the Di people, but what they don't know, the hope of the world is very slim.

The Dragon King of the East China Sea paced in the Dragon Palace, thinking about how to make the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea avoid the impact of the broken layer of the spirit ruins, and he lost a few more hairs, so worried that he couldn't think about it.

The heads of the various sects of the Three Realms met in Chang'an, except for Zhen Yuanzi, the others arrived, and arranged the areas in charge of the major disciples to deal with the demon changes in the world at any time.

In the five villages of Zhenyuan, Zhenyuanzi looked at the horns and broad beans sprinkled on the compass, his face was pale, and his eyes were full of incredulity.

His figure suddenly trembled, and a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out, muttering: "Ten thousand negative aspirations, the appearance of absolute death... No, it can't be!"

He stumbled a few times and kicked the compass and horns away, and shouted, "They can't die!

Jiang Hongying didn't have anything to do, she still sat on her throne, closed her eyes and pondered.

No one knew what she was meditating on, not even Hua Qin could see through it, but she did sit here almost every day.

The entire Three Realms are extremely quiet, whether it is the Demon Kingdom of Wuqi or the Daughter Kingdom, whether it is the Spiritual Ruins Fragment or the forces of the Three Realms, they are all silently doing their own thing.

Before the storm, everything was quiet.

Although it was quiet, everyone could feel this oppression, and the oppression was almost breathless.

Chu Biqiu, Long Xiaoyun and the others seemed to have lost their souls, and they all thought in their hearts why they didn't take Ye Qingfeng and them with them in the first place, or stay with them.

They feel guilty, they are also teammates, but they can't fight side by side at the moment.

Everyone was suffering, because no one knew Ye Qingfeng's condition.

And Ye Qingfeng, what are they doing?

Are they dead, or have they lost?

Or, they've already won?

The ghost tiger and the little sheep dozed off in boredom, of course they were worried about everyone's safety, but there was nothing they could do to change it. From the initial impatience, to the restlessness afterward, then to the irritability, and now finally lethargic.

The Death Knight was still there, motionless, meditating.

No one knows what it's thinking, and no one cares at the moment.

Jiang Shuxue and Liuhuo sat cross-legged beside Mu Zibai, their spirits still couldn't be quiet, they were the ones who were most worried about their teammates, because they were too close to each other, and they could clearly feel the depression here.

Mu Zibai's eyes were closed tightly, and he was sweating profusely, as if he was enduring boundless pain, as if he was at war with a great being.

His body had been trembling, but for Jiang Shuxue and the others, this was good news, at least they could be sure that Mu Zibai had not yet failed and had not been conquered by his opponent.

Flowing Fire held the Xuanyuan Sword, and many times, he wanted to sacrifice the Xuanyuan Sword and smash everything here.

Maybe smashing is the best way to break the phantom array, but he doesn't dare, he is afraid that it will have the opposite effect, this kind of price is too big, so big that his hands are weak, and he can't cut it out at all.

They couldn't see the battle situation of Ye Qingfeng and the others, because the five of them challenged the five array spirits separately, and the space changed, and they seemed to have been isolated from everyone.

This is an ancient battlefield, the sunset is blood-red, reflecting the blood that has not yet solidified on the earth, and the warriors on both sides are wearing heavy armor and carrying long halberds of war swords, and are looking at each other coldly.

Then the next moment, the war drums beat, the war horses neighed, the two armies rushed to kill, and the blood was sprinkled again, covering up the old blood that was about to coagulate.

A knife slashed at the armor, making a sonorous sound, and at this moment, the whole world was in an uproar.

Ye Qingfeng was lying on the battlefield, the war horse stepped on, the warrior stepped on, the knife slashed, and the halberd swept through, all of which directly penetrated his body.

He seemed to be transparent, like air, as if he was not in the same space as these warriors, and his body would not be harmed in any way, but the pain was there, and his senses were there.

Every knife seemed to slash at his body, every halberd seemed to pierce him, and he was in pain, but he did not scream, he did not panic.

Because he had endured such torture for too long, and was confused by the excruciating pain, he forgot the passage of time and even forgot everything.

It's just that the pain is still there, that's all.

Congge hung in the sky, looking at Ye Qingfeng who was curled up on the ground, and couldn't help but be surprised: "I didn't expect that you could hold on for so many days without dying, it stands to reason that your will should have collapsed a long time ago." ”

It looked around, the space around it was rippling, and it had long been shattered, this space actually represented Ye Qingfeng's heart, although it was broken, it had not collapsed.

Cong Ge said: "Don't struggle, no one can bear this kind of pain, death is just sooner or later, why do you have to die so much, dying calmly and easily may not be a relief." ”

It walked slowly, looked at Ye Qingfeng's pale and distorted face, looked at his eyes that were closed because of pain, and chuckled: "Does it have to be like this? What's the point? The gap between you and me is the gap between the true god level, although I am a phantom array spirit, I can't kill you by force, but this kind of phantom array, you can't break it at all." ”

"For a cultivator of your realm, this is the real world. ”

Ye Qingfeng's body trembled, he opened his eyes with difficulty, and muttered, "Yes, the real world, I have already felt it." ”

Cong Ge smiled: "It's amazing that you can still speak, but I can feel that your mind is on the verge of collapse, and there are cracks on it." ”

"This is the power of the gold of the five elements, it is incomparably sharp, incomparably sharp, it can cut everything, it can shatter everything. ”

"No matter how strong your willpower is, you can't kill like this week, the gold of the five elements, the heaviest kill. ”

Ye Qingfeng laughed miserably, and he could only laugh miserably.

He also knew the gap between himself and Congge, but he always held out hope, feeling that as long as he persevered, he had a chance to overcome it.

But when the battle began, he realized that he couldn't do anything here.

He directly created another Ancient Battlefield Illusion from Ge, and then threw him into it.

In fact, he is not transparent, nor is he air, he is real, and everything else in the ancient battlefield is illusory.

But what can you do if you know that this is illusory? This is a true god-level phantom array, and for a minor cultivator like him, it is actually a fact.

That's why he's in so much pain, because he can't get rid of it.

He could only bear it, persevered with willpower, and persevered until now, and was on the verge of collapse.

He didn't see any hope, the gap was too great.

It is said that at the moment before death, people will see everything they have experienced in this life.

He saw it.

I saw myself from childhood, to the same year, to growing up, to maturity, to now becoming a real man.

He saw his mother holding him, whispering and caring for him, kissing him, and his eyes were full of tenderness.

He saw his father dancing his sword to himself, dancing vigorously, and he giggled himself.

He saw his mother holding his waist, patiently teaching himself to walk, cautiously, not daring to let go.

He saw his father hand him a small wooden sword, teaching him to hold it slowly and wield it gently.

The wind blew gently, and under the warm sunshine, the family of three smiled happily.

Then the storm suddenly changed, the breeze turned into a violent wind, the sunlight turned into a crack, the clear sky turned into darkness, the laughter became terrible, everywhere there were cries and flights, horses neighing, swords clashing, and the sound of collapse was incessant.

"Take Feng'er away!"

All the noise and panic came together to form a magnificent picture.

The firelight illuminated everything, and a tall figure was beside the flames, blocking everything and eventually falling.

Ye Qingfeng, who was curled up on the ground, was in tears, he was already silent, his heart was completely broken, and his will was gone.

Congge sighed and said slowly: "It's already a miracle that you can hold on for so many days, you're a man, but there are some gaps that can't be made up by willpower." ”

Ye Qingfeng's body didn't move, and scenes kept flashing in his mind.

He saw that the villagers in Qinghe Town were bringing food to him, and everyone was very concerned about him, but he had learned to be silent, just holding the small wooden sword in his hand, but he didn't speak.

Until a general with a stomach and wearing battle armor came to his side and saw the wooden sword he was holding, his voice was so thick: "Do you want to worship in the Tiance Mansion, worship me as a teacher, and learn martial arts and practice swords?"

"Yes. ”

This is the first word he said after Ye Qingfeng's parents died, and this one word determined his life.

So he saw the picture of his hard sword training, under the scorching sun, under the strong wind, under the torrential rain, under the heavy snow, in the morning, at noon, at night, countless pictures, all the way to the fire village, slaughtering all the way.

He felt like he was about to crack, about to be burned to death by the flames.

"Your heart is messed up, I feel it. ”

A soft word poured into Ye Qingfeng's heart like a clear spring.

He saw a beautiful figure, it was a girl sitting among the patients, it was the reinforcements who came to save Qinghe with a gallop, it was a comrade-in-arms who fought side by side, it was a bright and smiling frost moon under the white moon, in the small courtyard.

So more pictures came in, from acquaintance to acquaintance, from acquaintance to love, from love to promise...

"Aomine, how are you?"

"We're going to survive. ”

"Hold on, Senior Brother Qingfeng, you must hold on, I will take you back to Putuo in the South China Sea, and I will ask the master to save you." ”

"I'm going back to the Heavenly Realm, I ask my sisters for help, even if you go to the Earth Realm, I'm going to fish you out, you hold on, Qingfeng. ”

"Senior Brother Ye, what should I do, how can I save you?"

"Today, I found the true meaning of my earthly descent. ”

"If this time, we can get out alive, I promise you that I will be your wife in the future. ”

Too many words, too many pictures, or vows, or looking at each other and smiling, or having a weak heart, or noisy... He saw the bright smiling face, he also saw the tears on his face, he saw the confusion, he also saw the sweetness, he saw the vision of the future, and he also saw the loss of reality...... Then everything comes together, it's the Frost Moon.

He also seemed to see himself, the brave rush and killing, the tenderness in his heart again and again, the testimony of the sun, moon, mountains and rivers, the grass, trees and rivers, and those oaths that roared out.

Do we still remember all the past?

And the picture turned sharply, everything was remembered, and a picture instantly rushed into my brain as if it were unstoppable, it was a roar: "Kneel!"

In the picture, he knelt down, bowing his head and not daring to face the angry General Cheng.

General Cheng yelled: "So brave and ruthless, is this your sword?"

Ye Qingfeng said: "What's wrong with me hoeing and killing traitors? I take revenge, what's wrong?"

General Cheng's eyes were so profound at this moment, and he said solemnly: "You look at the sword in your hand, you remember to me that the mission of weapons is not to kill, but to protect, and the mission of a warrior is not to kill, but to guard." ”

This picture, these words, kept emerging and echoing in Ye Qingfeng's mind.

So, another picture came out again.

It was a wide back, and he was guarding.

Ye Qingfeng's heart trembled.

Congge sat on the ground and sighed: "It's a pity! You're dead, I'm starting to get bored again, I've been tired of these people all these years, and I don't know where the master went, why didn't you come to see us." ”

"If I knew I wouldn't kill you, how nice it would be for you to chat with me. ”

It shook its head helplessly, and behind it, a pair of clear eyes suddenly opened.

At this moment, Cong Ge seemed to feel something, and hurriedly looked back and muttered, "How is it possible?"