The two daughters were teary-eyed, looked at each other, and saw the misery from each other's expressions, when the last trace of hope was completely gone, the two could no longer control it, and tears flowed like springs. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

When Luo Qingwu's arm inadvertently touched a place three feet away from He Yang's body, an invisible light wave suddenly appeared.

Luo Qingwu and Li Ruolan only felt a strong wave of air coming towards them, directly ejecting them several feet away.

"Bang Bang"

There were two sounds, and both of them fell to the ground.

After a brief period of astonishment, the two of them couldn't help but tremble, and then they were overwhelmed by boundless ecstasy, and the two of them stood up with a sigh.

"Xu Shui, he's not dead......"

"Little junior brother, he's still alive!"

"Why are we so stupid, we don't know how to find out, it's really ...... if we care"

Luo Qingwu and Li Ruolan laughed happily, their eyes unblinking, observing He Yang's face, lest they miss every detail.

At this moment, He Yang was in the midst of deep cultivation, and the piece of Heavenly Soul Jade on his chest was shining with a faint light, and Dao essence was emanating from it, wandering around his limbs, constantly repairing the wounds in various parts of his body.

In the sea of He Yang's consciousness, the mass of souls shaped like red objects was wrapped in its white light, and the already illusory outline seemed to have signs of condensation at this time, becoming more and more real.

At this moment, the soul that was gradually condensing slowly separated from He Yang's body, and an illusory figure-like air mass was like green smoke, passing through the roof and straight up to the sky.

I don't know how long it has been wandering, it seems that a few days, years, hundreds of years, or even thousands of years, He Yang's soul is moving forward alone in these endless years.

Thousands of years of loneliness, even because of the illusory soul body, sometimes feel tired, the air flow is infinite, penetrating through it, He Yang's consciousness gradually began to blur, and the familiar faces in his memory are no longer so clear.

When all the memory fragments in He Yang's soul disappeared, the blank consciousness suddenly trembled, as if the dusty memory had been opened.

A few never-before-seen faces came to mind, but there was a sense of familiarity in the unfamiliarity.

A figure suddenly turned around, it was a beautiful middle-aged woman, looking at He Yang with a loving smile, like a warm spring breeze, which made people feel warm. The beautiful woman wanted to touch He Yang's face, but He Yang's heart at the moment was for some reason, and there was no reason to cheer.

The picture was shattered, and another mountain-like back appeared in front of He Yang, turning around to show majesty, which seemed to resonate with He Yang's soul, all of which were full of awe.

The picture was shattered again, and a vigorous figure came into He Yang's eyes, it was a vigorous young man, in the ice and snow, under the scorching sun and cold, practicing hard. His smile, that was a long-lost sense of intimacy, suddenly surged into He Yang's heart.

He Yang stretched out his hand like a grasp, wanting to hold it firmly in his hand, but it was still the same as always, and the picture was still shattered.

Then a beautiful shadow flew slowly from a distance, it was a petite and lovely girl, humming an unknown song, seeing He Yang's gaze, she stuck out her tongue mischievously, and flew away with a smile.

Although He Yang appeared in the form of a soul body, he was deeply sad at this moment, and the corners of his eyes were already moist before he knew it.

Why do I still care so much, I don't know each other, as if I have déjà vu, these two seem contradictory, but they are reasonable, why is this?

Just when He Yang was confused, the style of painting changed sharply: He Yang's soul finally reached the end of this starry sky, he was like a drop in the ocean, the most insignificant one in the vast star field.

He Yang looked up at the void above, a boundless giant net firmly covering him and the world he was in, like a fish in a fisherman's net, difficult to reborn.

The hook in the net is an invisible shackle, which restricts the freedom of the fish and restricts the dreams of the fish, which is a fate that cannot be escaped, this is an endless cycle day after day, which can only struggle to the death, and survive in despair.

He Yang's heart shook dramatically, and that small and insignificant sense of powerlessness was so profound at this moment.

Is this fate, am I going to follow this given path all the way to the end?

He Yang's soul finally let out an unwilling roar, and under the boundless pressure, he slammed into the huge net above his head.

The distance is getting shorter, and the burning pain of the soul is getting stronger and stronger.

5,000 zhang ...... 4,000 zhang...... Three thousand five hundred zhang...... Three thousand two hundred zhang, until it was less than three thousand zhang, He Yang could no longer advance a single bit.

At this moment, a palm suddenly stretched out from the huge net above his head, covering He Yang, and the world in front of him was dark.

He Yang's soul body fell rapidly downward, and then completely lost consciousness.

......

When He Yang opened his eyes again, the moisture in the corners of his eyes was still there, and Luo Qingwu and Li Ruolan were looking at him with surprise on their faces.

He Yang turned a deaf ear, and his eyes were full of memories.

"Who am I? Who are they? I say I don't know each other, why do I feel the urge to cry?"

"Is that the world we exist in? What is that net? Are we really fish in the net that don't see the light of day?"

"And what is that last palm, is it the master of fate?"

He Yang fell into infinite reverie, so much so that he ignored Luo Qingwu and Li Ruolan in front of him.

"Little Junior Brother ......"

"Xu Shui ......"

"Ahh

He Yang, who was in a trance, was woken up by the call of the two and pulled him from the illusion to the eyes, He Yang was suddenly surprised, and his face was full of confusion.

"What are you two doing, why are you staring at me all the time?"

Luo Qingwu's mouth curled: "Xu Shui, you shouldn't have gone mad, since you were seriously injured, you meditated for seven days, causing me and Ruolan to worry about you for seven days, you really have no conscience, but you questioned the two of us." ”

Immediately afterwards, Li Ruolan took over the conversation: "Little junior brother, why are you crying, sometimes frightened, sometimes crying, you won't really go crazy, right?"

Seeing the two of them like this, He Yang was speechless for a while, and looked around the wing, and his spiritual sense spread out, extending thousands of miles away.

"Where is this?...... Let's go. ”

He Yang's words had just come out, but his complexion suddenly changed.

He didn't have time to surprise why his spiritual sense had suddenly increased from a hundred meters to a thousand miles, but his spiritual sense found that a few figures were hurrying towards him from thousands of miles away, and a large group of people were following closely behind.

There is no doubt that these people are coming at him, and the first few people are Zhang Yuhua who came out of Bishui Palace, and the rear is the cavalry team of the Han Dynasty, and the leader He Yang knows, that is General Scar.