Long Tianxing gently touched her cheek, a smile appeared on her face for the first time, and said with infinite gentleness, "I'm sorry, Qing Yao, I have wronged you." ”

Qing Yao seemed to be hugging tightly, and whimpered, "It's okay, as long as you can see Brother Tianxing, Yao'er will not be wronged." ”

Long Tianxing stroked Qing Yao's hair, but after a while, he seemed to remember something and let out a light sigh, but he didn't say it.

"Qing Yao, let's go. ”

"Well, Brother Tianxing, don't leave Yao'er alone this time. ”

And just when the two of them were about to leave, Qing Yao suddenly turned her head to look at the person who had saved her and protected her before, and said with a smile, "My name is Qing Yao, what's your name?"

The man was stunned for a moment, but he didn't look into her eyes, as if he was a little lost, and bowed his head and said, "My name is Xiao Rang." ”

Qing Yao's eyes flashed, nodded happily, and turned around.

The two walked away slowly, but behind them came the voice of the seriously injured man, "I, Kong Huacheng, have been rescued by my benefactor, and I haven't asked my benefactor for my name yet!" he hugged his fists and thanked him.

"Long Tianxing!!"

The figures of the two gradually drifted away, but behind them, there was a heart with a hint of inexplicable loss.

Time can only pass away, but lovesickness will always stay in the bottom of the heart, even if the inner fetters have crossed thousands of mountains and rivers, and experienced the vicissitudes of time, they are still as vivid as yesterday, and they are still inadvertently heartbeat.

The woods are dense, the shadows are heavy, the wind blows through the treetops, rustling, Ge Zhiji and Kong Hua are silent, and the thousand years seem to be only yesterday.

And their eyes are different, one is a little bit of nostalgia, the other is a little guilty and self-blame.

And suddenly a strange sound of "pop" broke the silence, and a thick branch somehow broke off and fell from the towering locust tree, and with the fall of this branch, there was a terrifying and strange picture presented!

On the huge trunk of the locust tree, eight feet above the ground, there was a man tied to it, and this person had eight huge iron nails nailed to it!

The iron nail nailed his body to the torso of the locust tree through his flesh, and it would be inaccurate to call him a man, his form wandered, appearing and disappearing, like a ghost, but at the moment he was extremely weak.

And his eyebrows were black, as if he was suffering from another torture from his soul in addition to the pain of his body.

However, Ge Zhiji and Kong Hua on the side were indifferent to this situation, neither surprised nor superfluous sympathy, on the contrary, they looked coldly at the person bound by the iron nail, and the previous memories of the two had long been hidden in their hearts.

Kong Hua looked at the person on his torso, and immediately spoke, "Nangong Yu, if you tell the secret of the Creation Scroll, we will no longer torture you." It is rumored that the Purgatory Altar, one of the four major factions of Xianchen, has been committed to the search for the Remnant Ancient Scrolls, so it must have been a bit of an eyebrow for thousands of years, right?"

The remnant of the soul didn't react for a while, but after a while, he let out a low and hoarse laugh, "Ha, ha, haha, all beings are confused, and the same is true of you, a half-barbaric and half-immortal alien, the remnant ancient scroll, how can you be qualified to find it, ridiculous, ridiculous, hahaha!!"

After a few excited laughs, the figure of the remnant of the soul appeared even more ethereal, as if it was so weak that it would dissipate at any time, but above his tormented remnant soul, there was a trace of black that prevented him from dissipating.

Ge Zhiji listened to this person's words, a trace of hesitation and struggle suddenly appeared in his eyes, he was silent for a moment, and suddenly said, "We have no intention of torturing you, you have a death spell in your body, just tell me what you know, and we will no longer torture you." ”

After hearing this, the remnant soul man suddenly smiled and said, "Since I have been subjected to the curse of the past life in my body, and I have been subjected to extreme torture day and night and cannot enter the reincarnation of the Lord, so why not torture a little more, my Nangong Huangyu has been faithful all my life, and you will die of this heart." ”

A trace of anger flashed on Ge Zhiji and Kong Hua's faces, but they couldn't help it.

There is no day, the six realms are ruthless, bleak and barren, and desolate.

He Yinuo left the trapped dragon mound, looked at the ruins of the Xuanling Pagoda and the barbarian totem in front of him, and sighed lightly, after he buried the barbarian old man, he left the Barbarian Six Paths.

He Yinuo did not choose to walk in the sky, but walked in the direction of the Moon Sect on foot, these days, it was the first time that he could be alone and quietly think about his own affairs without worry.

Since leaving the riverside village that day, He Yinuo has been full of adventures, first met the three of the seven-faced dragons in the blood condensation pool, obtained a breakthrough in cultivation, obtained the art of the inheritance of the god dog's doppelganger, and killed the seven-faced dragon, and then came to the misty ghost forest, saw the giant tree chain cage, and then met the remnant soul of Nangong Huang, followed by the most bizarre blood bat group, in the case of nine deaths and life, obtained the wings of the ancient owl and the fragment of the memory of the desolation.

Later, in the misty ghost forest, he encountered the powerful fish-man puppet belonging to the barbarians, as well as the familiar voice and the summoning voice of the sea of annihilation.

Finally, he came to the land of desolation, met the inferior barbarian clan, entered the six paths of the barbarian and met the daughter of the holy witch and the recluse, and then met the prison spirit and got rid of the shackles of the fallen sky with the help of the power of the prison spirit, and finally entered the trapped dragon mound and stepped on the reincarnation bridge to see all kinds of strange pictures.

As the saying goes, luck is also a kind of strength, and tenacity and unyielding will are even more essential, and the root of it is He Yinuo's desire and persistence for freedom, and never give up hope!

Time passes, spring sprouts, summer sheng, autumn passes, winter thanks, He Yinuo has been walking for a whole year like this, he used this year's world to reflect on what happened in this life, he pursued freedom all his life, but never thought that he had been tricked by fate, he thought that he was free from all the shackles, but suddenly found that even his own thoughts were coveted by others day and night.

He Yinuo thought like this, inadvertently the original vast ancient road had gradually drifted away, a gust of wind blew, bringing the fragrance of green bamboo, he looked up, and suddenly found that he had inadvertently come to a large bamboo forest.

At this moment, a gust of wind blew, but the wind swept through the bamboo forest, but it was not a rustling sound, but a sound like "woo", if you listen carefully, it looks like a human woman's crying and whimpering.

He Yinuo had heard of the record of the Tear Bamboo Forest, and the current situation seemed to be somewhat similar to the Tear Bamboo Forest in the record, but according to legend, the earliest recorded place of the Tear Bamboo Forest appeared in the endless land of the Sea of Extinction, but he never thought that he could encounter this magical thing in this afterlife.

He Yinuo walked slowly inward along a bamboo path, and in a moment, the soul beads on his body seemed to move, and Nangong Huang's remnant soul body came out.

Nangong Huang looked at the surrounding environment, frowned slightly, and said as if he was a little surprised: "The environment of this bamboo forest is very similar to the Misty Ghost Forest. ”

He Yinuo was also a little curious when he heard this, "Senior, this is the Tear Bamboo Forest, and according to legend, it originated from the Sea of Annihilation. ”

Another gust of wind blew, Nangong Huang closed his eyes slightly, as if he was feeling all this, and only after a long time did he slowly say, "Yes, this bamboo forest is indeed a tear bamboo forest, from the sea of extinction." ”

He paused, and suddenly thought of something, "Could it be that the Misty Ghost Forest also has some connection with the Sea of Annihilation?"

He Yinuo also felt the same way, but he had a different experience, the summoning from the Sea of Annihilation and the mysterious voice in the Misty Ghost Forest back then all told the vicissitudes of origin of the Misty Ghost Forest.