At this moment, Ying Long's voice came slowly.

"After a stick of incense, there will be emperor flow pulp in the west, if you can take the emperor flow pulp in time, maybe you can last for a while longer. ”

In the cold wind, there was a dragon's groan, which echoed from afar.

Ying Long used his whole body and mind and trembling soul to convey word by word.

Or maybe this is the chance that the night that he has struggled with for endless years is coming to an end, and the light is about to return.

At that time, it was the beginning of Hongmeng, the aura of heaven and earth was thick and substantial, the vitality of the sun was intertwined, and all the elves in the world could absorb the aura of heaven and earth, get the spirit, and become an immortal.

Ying Long was born on the bank of Yao Pond, sucked the morning and sunset, drank the morning dew, became an adult for 3,000 years, and then was in the prime of life for 3,000 years.

In late autumn, Ying Long grew old like a season of dead leaves.

That year, Ying Long often squinted and stood on Kunlun Mountain to look at the sunset.

He has a kind of mentality that he is in a desolate old state of mind and is already at the end of his life.

But there was a strong desire to make the final blow in his eyes.

Finally, Ying Long is about to die, and there is not much time left for him.

Ying Long has a starry universe in his eyes at the moment, as if it is a small world, and it also has its own sunrise and moon sinking.

Now his body is gone, but in a sense, his spirit has a new beginning in another way.

A floating soul that doesn't know where to rest.

If you wait, I don't know whether to look forward to a flower blooming, or wait for a flower to thank you.

Originally, I just deeply felt that the sunset sank into the West River, and it was no longer able to rise, the stars fell into the sky, and there would never be bright eyes blinking in front of me.

At this moment, Ying Long seemed to have waited for an incomparably long time, longer than that life that was not long enough.

With this dragon roar, the entire huge Tianzhu Mountain trembled, the sound of the dragon roar from low to high, and the echo from the depths of the darkness did not have a tendency to weaken, but rose higher and higher, almost into a sharp whistle, and in the end, it was as deafening as a mountain roaring tsunami.

The little half-immortal has heard of the emperor's slurry, and legend has it that the emperor's slurry only appears once in 600 years, which is the best way to recover the soul injury.

At this time, Ying Long said slowly: "However, the Emperor Flowing Pulp will come with the Heavenly Fire and fall into the Bita Sea. ”

"The moment the Heavenly Fire falls into the Bita Sea, some of them will turn into thumb-sized hedrons, and that is Emperor Flowing Pulp. ”

"Fish it out of the water at once, and if you miss the opportunity, the hedron will turn into a soul destroyer. ”

"The Soul Exterminator Snake is the result of Chi You's painstaking efforts, and if it is bitten by the snake teeth of the Soul Exterminating Snake, if it is a mortal, the body will turn into blood and water in an instant, and the soul will also be affected by the demonic energy and can no longer enter reincarnation. ”

"Even if you are an immortal, if you are bitten and you have practiced for thousands of years, you will be lost. ”

"But the Soul Slayer can only survive for a few seconds in the Bita Sea, and although it is extremely dangerous, it is not without a chance. ”

Ying Long's deep and gloomy voice vibrated in the air of Gangfeng, with an empty echo, pouring into his ears from all directions, and he couldn't tell where it came from.

The sound floated higher and higher in the wind, as if riding the clouds with the wind, stacking up, and when it reached the highest point, the sound stopped dumbly, and the sound of the piano sounded faintly at this time, gradually weakened, until there was no sound again, like an immortal outside the world, resting in the bamboo forest, after a long whistle, then drifting away again.

Ying Long's voice disappeared in a blink of an eye, leaving only the sound of the dragon's groan, sighing the vastness of the world.

There were thousands of harmonies faintly heard in the void, and they turned into Gangfeng's wild laughter again.

Listening to Ying Long's words, the expression on Mo Liunian's face suddenly changed to the extreme.

It seemed to be a confused look, as if sleeping in a big dream, about to wake up and not waking up, as if I remembered something, but I couldn't grasp it, I couldn't remember, I was at a loss for a while.

Mo Liunianran felt his heart beat hard, and before he knew it, he was in a trance for a moment, and hurriedly turned his head and saw that the little half-immortal was still beside him, so he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The little half-immortal asked Ying Long loudly: "Lord Ying Long, may I ask where Bita Hai is?"

Ying Long said: "If you go west, you will see a lake not far away, which is Bita Lake. ”

The little half-immortal of Bita Sea knew, but the Bita Sea he had seen had dried up, and there was not a drop of water left.

I don't know when the vitality will sprout, Xiao Banxian looked at the haggard Mo Liunian, and has already made up his mind to get the emperor liquid pulp no matter what.

The little half-immortal said to Mo Liunian: "I'll go get the emperor's slurry, you are waiting for me here." ”

Mo Liunian grabbed him: "It's too dangerous, don't go." ”

Xiao Banxian said: "Don't worry, I will definitely come back safely, as before, you stay here to take care of the vitality, if the vitality sprouts, send it out immediately, you know?"

The sky was dark, except for the rising tide of light on the eastern horizon, signaling that the moon was preparing to be unearthed. There was no wind or sound, and the surrounding trees and rice sorghum had just crossed the heat all day, and they still didn't dare to breathe, and the hot afterglow was obviously lurking nearby, maybe the moonlight was still the remnants of the sun.

A quarter of an hour has passed, a pillar of incense has passed, half an hour has passed, and the outside of the Delin Hall is still quiet, there is no movement at all, only those eunuchs and palace maids are like wood under the scorching sun.

Emperor Hong descended to the world like the god of darkness, he ran through the thousands of elves and monsters in the world, wearing black clothes, wearing Xuan armor, holding the white feather to kill Yiluo, looking around, the northern people were like dark clouds rolling in, all the way to no one could stop, the war, has been from Luoshui Yique to Fengfu Yumen Pass, from the world to the heavenly realm, blowing a black bloody wind.

Blood flowed everywhere in the main hall, countless corpses lay on the steps, the fishy smell reached into the sky, the dead and wounded were mostly teenagers, the killing group and the war slave camp poured out, and there were stumps and broken arms everywhere. The guards of the main hall are all dead, and even several attendants who follow the king are among them, which shows the fierceness of the situation. Not far away, a few people who were fighting came into view, and the familiar figure made his heart calm by half. "Jiuwei!" Seeing that he was at a disadvantage, he stepped forward to take the sword move and fought side by side.

Turmenev is reasonable, beautiful, serene, right-minded, he is a writer who goes from the soul to the instinct. Walking the same path as him, there is also the French Romain Rolland. Other writers are different, they are riotous, they are crazy, they are broken, they start from instinct or everything starts from instinct and then goes to the soul. There are those who slowly go to the soul, and there are those who can never go to the soul, and those who can never go to the soul, he will always stand on his instinct and shout "My vitality is strong, my vitality is strong" but don't hear it wrong, this is not his own pity for himself, on the one hand, he is proud of his weak vitality, and on the other hand, he is greeting those friends who are still setting off to the soul and are struggling halfway and are sweating under the tree.

After hesitating, Bai Xiaochun gritted his teeth and continued, fortunately, the mountain is not high, and soon he panted to the top of the mountain, standing there, he looked at the village under the mountain, his expression was quite emotional, and he looked down at the black incense in his hand that was only the size of a fingernail, this incense seemed to have been burned many times, and there was not much left.

The breeze was gentle, and she wanted to find a knife for Yu Ming to bless him with safety. Her husband will be farther and farther away from her. Her heart fell lightly on him, rejoicing and worrying for him. Her heart was sometimes hot, sometimes cold. Just thinking about him makes me want to laugh and cry at the same time. She thought, she thought - the love is separated by mountains and seas and clouds, and her own concubine's heart is like iron, and the mountains can turn over the sea, jump over the clouds, and fall.

The clouds in the pot do not open, and the day is idle. Thousands of miles away, laughing at the end of the year, dividing the north and the south. The sun and moon that Fu Jian wanted finally fell into the miserable rivers and mountains. Even the north and south are divided, and they have gradually become yesterday's yellow flowers.

Tongguan, standing with his back to the direction of the sun, because the upper layer was undulating and high, it seemed that it was a large group of slightly black, like the smoke had stopped, and like a black cloud descending, and like a large group of beasts gathering and crouching down. The behemoths, with no fur or faces, were like a terrible memory that occasionally appeared in a dream on a summer night after reading the story of the Great Desert of Egypt.

What can time say? With some people, you just don't understand what is going on with each other for half your life, and you can only stand on one level of dialogue, while with another person, you just need to look at each other and understand everything. For example, I think it's much longer than ten days to know you. I even feel that God created you precisely because I am in the world.

Lovesick young men and women, someone hinders them from it, making them unhappy. Snow in a mountain village. Men and women are handsome, but they wear black mourning clothes. On the night of the twenty-sixth and seventh day of the month, when we talk about the day until dawn, when we get up and look at it, we see only the faint waning moon that seems to be nothing, and it is very sad to see it very close by the side of the mountain. Autumn fields. The monks who are already old are practicing. The courtyard of the deserted people's house was covered with lara vines, and the high artemisia was born, and the moonlight was generally shining. And the wind was not blowing very much.

Dingquan said with a smile: "His mother and son are separated, and he can still cry indulgently." Across from my mother and son, I could only force a smile. His mother and son are not sick, how small the world is, each cherishes it, and finally can hold the idea of goodbye. The yellow springs are deep, the blue falls far away, what is the great life and death, where can I find those people? What else do they have to offer?"

When the daylight came into contact with the night shade, in the middle of the vast wilderness, his head was facing the chaotic and vast sky, and he walked step by step, not knowing what his own house was, nor what he should do, nor where he was going, but he felt that his feet had to be released step by step,—— this is Yu Qianfu's psychological state.

The thing that is in a hurry is to send the urgently needed clothes to people to do it, while waiting. Watch the festival and hurry out, sit and wait for the procession, come now, and look hard at the distance of this mood. The person who is going to give birth to a child has passed the predetermined day, but he has not yet given birth. I got a book from a loved one from afar, but the rice paste was very strong, and I couldn't open it for a while, so I was in a hurry. Watching the ceremony, hurry out, saying that this is the moment when the procession has arrived, the white rods of the guards can already be seen, but it will take some time for the car to approach the stands, and at this time I am really anxious, and I want to walk over.

Next to the great god, there is also a second god, and the two gods are men. He was not in a daze, he was clear as usual, and he hurried to put a round drum into the hands of the great god. When the great god took the drum, he stood up and jumped wildly, and first told the story of the deity who had attached to her about the descent of the mountain, whether it was by the clouds, by the wind, or by the mist, and it was very majestic.

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