In fact, the worst result is just to disappear, live for a long time, and see through it.

How much is the difference between living so boring all the time and dying?

I really miss the time I spent traveling in the Nether with my master and brother, and I hung the pot to help the world.

It really was a flesh-and-blood place. It is full of the aura of life, the pulse of life. Whether it's warm or cold, or fighting for power, it's better than here, cold, without a trace of warmth.

It would be nice if you could walk there once in your lifetime and experience the true meaning of life.

If it really becomes her own grave, I hope that someone will still remember her. It is enough to know that there is another one of her, who once existed.

In the end, Lingzixiu was afraid that she would explain too much to Nuwa at one time, and she remembered that something had gone wrong, and because Nuwa was still young and inexperienced after all. He stored some of his relevant memories with the cloud ring and handed them to Nuwa.

"Nuwa, this cloud ring stores a certain memory of Master, if you encounter a problem, you can search in it, and you may find the answer you need. ”

"Remember, with great power comes great responsibility. ”

Nuwa suddenly felt a heavy responsibility and pressure in her heart. Master said that although the Nine Realms seem to be peaceful today, in fact, there is an undercurrent surging, and in the near future, there may be a great turmoil waiting for him.

Without Master's support, can I really resist it?

Because Master is a saint in the spiritual realm, because she is too powerful, does she have to bear so much responsibility?

Looking at all this, Ling Zixiu, for some reason, seemed to have lost his soul, and gradually even his eyes became dull.

The illusion was shattered again, but this time it was because a man rushed straight towards him with a sword, breaking the illusion. But it should also be so, waking up Lingzi Xiu from the illusion and preventing her from falling into it again, otherwise, she would really be lost in this illusion.

The master is still waiting for himself to save himself, and at this time, even if it is for the sake of the master, he can't make any mistakes.

Ling Zixiu looked at the man who rushed towards him, and for some reason he couldn't see his face clearly, but he always felt that he had seen it vaguely in his memory.

By the way, he was dressed in a dark robe, wasn't he the man who had just appeared in the illusion?

Although it was just a back, Ling Zixiu could be sure for some reason that he was the one who raised his sword to stab him.

After a closer look, the sword in the man's hand was actually a ruthless sword that had been lost for many years in the Nine Realms.

It is listed as an artifact of the Nine Realms, and it is a rare offensive artifact among the artifacts. The edge of its sword can kill immortals. If it is a sword wound, even if it is a god, it is nine deaths. But if you hurt someone, you will attack the owner. Unless, it is the master of the sword authorization. But even if it is an artifact, it means that it has its own spirituality, and it is difficult for it to recognize the Lord. But if the artifact recognizes the Lord, it will protect the Lord from the beginning to the end.

The sword was getting closer and closer, and Ling Zixiu could almost hear the sound of the sword whizzing through the air.

didn't have time to think about it, Lingzixiu wanted to dodge sideways. But at this time, his body couldn't be controlled by himself, the sword in front of him was getting closer and closer, Lingzixiu was really panicked, his beautiful eyes widened, and his pupils shrank suddenly.