"Phoenix, this is your father'......"

The drizzle, the long alley in front of the door, the apricot blossom trees poked out of the wall, the rain hit the branches and leaves, rustling, a silk umbrella was across her head, blocking the rain, but she couldn't stop the wind blowing from the alley, for a while, her thin body trembled slightly, feeling extraordinarily cold. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The hand holding the silk umbrella exudes a bluish-white, as if it is transparent blue-white, and the blood vessels are faintly visible, and the cyan joints give people a sense of vulnerability.

But the voice was warm!

On the contrary, the fellow called Father, the fellow who stood ten or so paces ahead, was not very tall, but extremely majestic, and a sense of indifference forced him.

It was a middle-aged man of nearly thirty years old, with a short beard and a blurred face, and she clearly remembered those eyes, indifferent, majestic, and bright......

That person didn't give her a trace of warmth!

Father!

This is his father!

This is the first time I have met my father, but what about after that?

After that, the figure disappeared without a trace, vanished from her memory, became a vague symbol, and only reappeared many years later, when there was no one to help her with an umbrella.

Mu Xiaosang smiled slightly and opened his eyes.

Although the memory is very clear, it is illusory after all, and the soul struggles between reality and illusion, floating uncertainly, like the foam on the surface of the water, one by one bursting, one by one regenerating, the cycle of reincarnation, endless......

Something is devouring itself!

He is falling towards the darkness little by little, as if there is no end to the dark abyss, and there is only a cold and illusory wind around him......

That existence comes from the depths of his own sea of consciousness, the invisible hand drags the soul, the primordial spirit is powerless to resist, it becomes more and more illusory, more and more transparent, the soul is constantly peeled off, I don't know when it will completely fall apart, turn into nothingness, Mu Xiaosang knows very well that this moment will come soon!

However, she won't give up!

Never give up!

Even if you know that as long as you no longer hold on and no longer resist, you will become relaxed, no longer bear the pain, no longer be washed away by this endless nothingness, anyway, you will be a human being, and you will die after all, since it is inevitable to fall into nothingness, since this is the case, why care about the length of time, why be tortured by it!

However, she still won't give up!

Choose to give up and choose to accept fate, that's not her Mu Xiaosang!

She stared at the person standing in front of her, it was a ball of light, a black light, revealing incomparable evil, she would never grovel in front of this evil, even if life was only full of malice, even if the father was just a joke-like existence, even if there was no love, she would not admit defeat!

Jiang Juxing looked at Mu Xiaosang and frowned slightly.

Still struggling?

Still sober?

Although, the other party's struggle is insignificant, it can't change anything at all, it's great to extend the time of the sacrifice a little, you have to wait for a while, in this vast void, the meaning of time does not mean anything, and there is no so-called long night dream, but Jiang Juxing is still a little uneasy.

This uneasy shadow flickered and was more like an illusion of a whim.

"Give it up!"

Jiang Juxing finally spoke.

"Your father gave you up for the throne, and to him, that cold chair is far more important than you, even if you sit on that chair, it means that the future is over...... In this cold world, what do you still have nostalgia for? No matter how you resist, the end is already doomed!"

To be honest, Jiang Juxing does not believe in the power of so-called words.

As a monk, firm-mindedness is a necessary quality, if it is shaken by simple words and persuasion, it will not go far at all, the reason why he said this is actually to cast his own divine thoughts, if Mu Xiaosang's current knowledge of the sea is a burning bonfire, her original spirit is the sweet potato in the bonfire, Jiang Juxing is to add a few firewood to this bonfire.

In any case, the sweet potato was powerless to resist the engulfment of the flames.

The difference in strength between the two is too far to resist, no matter how firm the will is.

In this regard, Mu Xiaosang also knew that she could feel that existence, that existence lurking in the depths of the sea of knowledge, lurking in the dark abyss, at this time, it was just peeping, and it had never stretched out its tentacles, even so, her primordial spirit was still under this peeping, in the power of the altar array, it became nothing.

Between the primordial spirit and the darkness, there is an invisible membrane.

This membrane is tough but fragile!

As soon as this membrane collapses and turns into nothingness, the tentacles of that existence will poke out from the dark abyss, dragging its primordial spirit into the boundless darkness and going to the unknown space!

She will never give in!

When she really got to that point, she would rather choose to self-destruct and completely burn her soul!

Mu Xiaosang was unmoved, and still adhered to her divine soul, even if this perseverance could not resist the invasion of the magic circle, the core of her divine soul was still standing still, and she had never wavered in the slightest.

"Humph!"

Jiang Juxing snorted coldly.

"It's just a mantis arm as a car!mortals, how can the pearl of rice feel the brilliance of the sun and the moon......"

As the words fell, he stretched out his finger and tapped it lightly on his eyebrows, and then, a black bead of blood appeared on the tip of his finger, suspended in the air, dripping and whirling.

Looking at this blood bead, Jiang Juxing felt a sense of pain.

You must know that this thing is one of his essence blood, for the monk, the more essence blood this thing, the better, but unfortunately, even if it is a cultivator like Jiang Juxing, there are not many drops of essence blood like this, and one drop is missing, and it will take several years of cultivation to make up for it.

He could have boiled the frog in warm water, but he didn't dare to ignore the uneasy feeling before, and would rather pay such a price than speed up the process of sacrifice.

The essence blood fell, and on the altar, the blood surged wildly.

The next moment, Mu Xiaosang's eyes became confused.

In the sea of consciousness, the invisible membrane collapsed under the sudden increase in the power of darkness, and turned into nothingness.

On the floating island, there is an invisible coercion, which comes from all directions and fills the entire space, like water that fills the entire pool, omnipresent!

Jiang Juxing bowed and lowered his head.

He chanted a mantra silently in his mouth, and his whole body flashed with black light, and the invisible coercion bypassed him.

On the altar, Mu Xiaosang let out a low roar.

In the sea of knowledge, the black giant palm poked out, grabbed her Yuan Shen, those resistance was like an egg under a boulder completely collapsed, the Yuan Shen collapsed, swallowed by that existence, and finally, the core of the Yuan Shen was exposed under the giant palm, which was a flame, like a small flame in full bloom.

The flames were blue and white, small, and seemed to be extremely fragile, however, the black giant palm had a half-second pause, and it never completely fell!

"Phoenix, Phoenix, Delicious, Delicious......"

In the endless void, there was a sigh.