"Like a song...... Like a song......"

Li Qingyang's face was like ashes, and he turned around to grab Li Ruge's petite body behind him.

But at this moment, a gust of wind mixed with countless yellow sand rushed in the face. In the blink of an eye, there was flying sand and rocks, and there was chaos between heaven and earth, and the sand and dust blocked the sunlight and covered the sky like a canopy.

Li Qingyang's hands quietly fell into the air and returned in vain.

The next moment, I saw Li Ruge's weak and delicate body being swept up by the wind and sand, like a kite with a broken string flying upside down.

Li Qingyang's expression was sad when he saw this, and suddenly he looked up to the sky and let out a long roar, his voice was full of reluctance and affection.

Li Qingyang, who has been a side disciple all these years, has gone to the inner courtyard of the family to cultivate, and the young man is undoubtedly lonely and the least in the group, but it is this song-like sister who has entered his life and opened his heart......

"Brother Qingyang, this wishful cake is for you to eat......"

"Brother Qingyang, are you thirsty, I'll go fetch water for you to drink......"

"Brother Qingyang, give you a towel and wipe your sweat ......"

The girl's voice was still in his ears, but at this moment, this sister, whom he was willing to protect with his life, was drowned in the wind and sand in front of his eyes.

And he is powerless.

Li Qingyang looked depressed, at this moment he lost the courage to resist the wind and walk out of the desert, the fists that had been clenched tightly slowly loosened, and his body was soft and floated backwards with the wind.

However, at this moment, a warm and familiar palm suddenly grasped his hand.

"Qingyang ......"

A familiar voice came from Li Qingyang's ears, and his spirits perked up, as if he remembered something:

"Mutian, if I die here, I will entrust you with what I want to do. ”

Li Mutian's face was resolute, and he shook his head: "I can't carry it alone." I can't escape this terrifying desert without you, so you must try to survive with me. ”

Li Mutian knew what Li Qingyang was thinking at this time, and he wanted to entrust his unfulfilled wish to himself, but Li Mutian understood that at this time, Li Qingyang must have a reason to live.

Li Qingyang smiled sadly: "Mutian, I can't hold on, there are some things I have always wanted to say to you." ”

"Actually, as a side disciple, I don't want to go to the inner courtyard, there is no my brother there, my brother is only you and Xiaobei, and the days of cultivation with you are the time I miss the most in this life, do you understand?"

Li Mutian hurriedly said: "I understand, if I were you, I would make the same choice as you." So you don't have to dwell on it, the two of us have known each other since we could talk, and we know each other's hearts even if we don't say a lot of things. ”

Li Qingyang nodded, his voice a little choked: "I have tried my best to cultivate over the years, but I didn't expect that all my efforts would come to naught in the end. ”

"I'm not reconciled to ......," Li Qingyang roared in this storm with all his might.

"Qingyang, we will definitely be able to get through this level, this is an illusion, hold on to ......"

However, at this moment, the wind suddenly became more violent, mixed with overwhelming yellow sand.

Flying sand and rocks, the wind roared, and Li Mutian's voice was drowned in this storm.

Although Li Qingyang was unwilling, his eyes were still dark, and he was swept away by the raging wind in the blink of an eye.

"Qingyang ......" Li Mutian shouted loudly in a heart-rending manner, but there was no answer, except for his echo, which was a howling wind.

Immediately afterwards, Li Mutian was also blown by the wind more than ten zhang away, and his legs were deeply sunk into the yellow sand, so that he could stabilize his body.

At this time, the two Li Yilong brothers in the distance had long disappeared, and their life and death were unknown.

At this time, only Li Mutian was left, and Chu Qinghe, who was already delirious on his back.

Li Mutian tried his best to slowly pull out his legs that were deep in the yellow sand, he exhaled a long breath, forcing himself to calm down, he pinched his arm fiercely, reminding himself that this was just an illusion, and he must be calm.

In this kind of illusion, even if the strength is strong, it is useless, and only the soul power is strong enough to withstand these winds and sands.

After this desert illusion, it was even more proved that Li Mutian's soul power was indeed different from ordinary people, otherwise it would be absolutely impossible for him to persist until this moment.

Li Mutian knew in his heart that he had no choice but to go down in this storm......

The young man stubbornly walked in this sandy desert, he didn't want to bow to this terrible storm, and he didn't want to bend down to fate.

He kept walking, and although his mind was a little blurry, he kept reminding himself in his heart that I would never bow my head.

I am who I am, and even if I die, I cannot fall, I will stand......

The boy has always motivated himself in his heart, because he knows that in the illusion, if the willpower disappears, it is defeat, so he can't compromise!

"Mutian, let me go! I can't hold on, I'm going to die......"

Chu Qinghe's mind was blank, but he felt that this was no longer the world, but it didn't seem to be hell either.

She felt that the breath coming from the back of the boy was so warm, but deep in her soul was so desperate.

"Qinghe, hold on, I will protect you!"

Li Mutian muttered with a resolute expression, he didn't know if Chu Qinghe could hear it, he didn't even have the strength to turn back.

Chu Qinghe seemed to hear the young man's words in a hazy way, and tears and rain fell in his eyes in an instant.

Tears flowed slowly down her cheeks and into her mouth, like a spring of fresh water to drive away the despair.

Isn't it, as long as there is a young man in front of her, she will not die, because he is in front of her.

The two of them walked in the desert like this, and vaguely the sun sank, and at some point it rose to the heavens again, but the storm never stopped.

The legendary desert oasis is also unseen.

Chu Qinghe didn't know when she had completely lost consciousness, but her hands still firmly grasped the mountain-like body in her heart.

As time passed, Li Mutian's heart gradually precipitated, because he was really tired, this boundless desert was so weird, as if there was no boundary at all.

I don't know how much time has passed, Li Mutian can vaguely see a beautiful white figure in the air in front of him, only to hear her anxiously shouting: "Mutian, you must hold on." ”

That's the mother's voice!

At this moment, Li Mutian could no longer hold on to the turmoil in his heart, and cried heartbreakingly: "Mother, I miss you ......"

But the white figure didn't respond.

Suddenly, the flying sand in the sky continued to rotate, turning into a black dragon covering the sky and the earth, and countless vortices were formed between the dragon's roar, and the white figure was torn by the vortex, but disappeared into the depths of the vortex in the blink of an eye......

"Mother, don't leave me. ”

At this moment, the embankment in the depths of Li Mutian's soul that would never bow to fate finally slowly collapsed with the disappearance of that white figure, his consciousness gradually dissipated, and his sturdy body slowly fell backwards!

"Alas!"

Li Mutian's last memory was vaguely hearing a strange sigh, the voice was hoarse and vicissitudes......