Chapter 496 Three Rivers
Meng Zifei, dressed in brocade clothes, loomed in the wind and rain, and the cold rain washed away his angular face, making the once gentle and jade-like face look a bit indifferent.
He held up the long sword, put it between his cheeks, and murmured: "There is a shadow in my heart, but I don't want to let go of the light. I have been ambiguous in the cracks for hundreds of years. If I don't dig out this glorious glory with my own hands, I don't even know what kind of evil heart is hidden under this chest. "
He smiled self-deprecatingly and said, "Just think of it as a big spring and autumn dream that deceived yourself and others during the past two hundred years."
Meng Zifei looked sideways at the two. He buried his heart and asked with a smile: "Is this a dark heart?"
"Two hundred years ago, the moment I raised the butcher's knife to my cousin Shang Ying, that was when I was truly black-hearted and cruel."
"It was because I couldn't see myself clearly and felt that I put down my hands that were stained with blood. Butcher's knife, put on a clean one The clothes and the elegant body of a young man dragged his defeated soul into the path of immortality that everyone yearned for. "
"Close your eyes, and there will be. Such a self-respecting person A beautiful woman, with a heart that will never change until death, mixed with blood and shining, stood on the other side of the River of Forgetfulness and looked at me from a distance, watching me drift away and disappear with such sad and unrepentant eyes. Book."
" Night after night, life after life, my soul is covered with layers of guilt and heaviness, making me walk on this road so dusty and difficult.”
The rumble of thunder seemed to become the scenery in the mountains and sea behind him.
Meng Zifei's originally clear eyes seemed to emit a phosphorus-like yin fire: "Missing the past, the past is far away. Escape from the past, the past follows closely. Gradually, I began to be afraid of recalling Shang Ying.
I once hid in my The most important person in my heart has become It’s a nightmare that I can’t get rid of all my life. She seems to be always behind me, looking at me from a distance. I am afraid of her gaze, and I am afraid of her leaving. The struggle and entanglement have tortured me for hundreds of years.”
< br>Erhe buried his heart and looked at Mencius who was in such a state. Fei, it was a surprise to discover how deep he had sunk in. He chuckled softly and said, "Until you entered the ghost mountain and saw You Gui Lang?"
Meng Zifei's expression suddenly changed. Extremely indifferent and certain: "Until I enter the Ghost Mountain I came here and saw You Gui Lang. "
"He lives such a crazy life, but I feel a little envious when I look at him." Meng Zifei's eyes were strangely calm: "Perhaps, it's either black or white. , that is the simplest way to live.”
He took two steps towards the rocky cliff, and the sea breeze picked up the hem of his thick, wet and cold clothes.
Meng Zifei looked at the endless black water and slowly exhaled. The deep pain and sadness in his black eyes seemed to be smoothed away by an invisible force at that moment. In the end, there was only an indifference like frost and dust in the wilderness.
He suddenly felt a little tired.
So, the sword and fly whisk that had never left the body for two hundred years fell into the sea of sinking abyss.
The endlessly turbulent black water was like the mouth of a giant beast. In an instant, the last obsession that left him in the world was swallowed up so easily, never to be found again.
After all, they are just dead things.
The smile under Erhe's heart-bursing mask became thicker and thicker, and he became more and more satisfied.
Meng Zifei turned around, his eyes reflected the coldness of the wind and rain from all directions, and they were dull. There were no emotions that humans should have in them. He said seriously: "I will not inherit the sixth River.”
Erhe Zhanxin's smile froze, and he couldn't help but asked in confusion: "Why?"
Meng Zifei suddenly smiled, his eyes glued to his mask: "If I become a demon, I would even like to become the second one. Three rivers.”
Zang Xin was stunned, and then burst out laughing: "Third River, Third River, you are very good, you are even better than Youguilang, Meng Zifei!"
Demon Realm Chapter 1 Mikawa's ability is second only to him.
The Demon River ranked first and third is nothing more than the top king among the Demon Rivers. The Three Rivers Wangyi is no less mysterious than the One River Shuci. Since the establishment of Liuhe, Shuci has always been the first river by virtue of its immortality. There has never been a change of river masters. change.
As for Sanhe Wangyi, he personally killed the previous river owner when he was a teenager and became the second third river in the demon world.
Whether it is the two rivers that bury the heart, the four rivers that are Ning Fei Yan, the five rivers that are empty and the six rivers that are empty, Wangyi is the oldest river owner after Shu Ci, and his ability is also the most mysterious. No one has been able to shake the one who usurped him. The position of the River Lord.
For such a little monk in the Tuohai realm, he doesn't want Liuhe given to him, and wants to become Sanhe.
What a big tone and heart!
However, he was really looking forward to it.
He likes the night, likes death, likes killing, and even more likes war!
Zangxin looked up at the sky and said with a smile: "Let the blood of this young man and the dragon's corpse pave the way for you to take next."
As if to verify his words, entrenched The black dragon in the clouds opened its mouth and bit at Bailian.
It did not use your eyes to gaze, and the continuous rainstorm did not turn the dragon into a golden color.
The purpose of the big snake is very clear.
It wants to swallow Balian into its belly instead of killing him.
In those frantic scarlet dragon eyes, it was no longer possible to distinguish the past from the future, darkness from light.
A dark aura flowed from Balian's whole body. He flipped his wrist and the power of dark blood poured fiercely into the silver gun. The gun blade rose through the wind and hit a dragon's tooth hard. , causing violent splashes of silver.
The tiger's mouth holding the gun suddenly burst into bright red blood flowers, and the palm burst open, causing severe pain.
Bailian's expression remained unchanged, and with the help of this huge counter-shock, he folded his gun and went straight into the sky. His body turned into a straight white line and flew towards the bronze door.
Beside his ears, the floating heavy clouds were suddenly exploded by a terrifying energy machine.
A jet-black flying sword came towards his eyes first. Before the sword energy arrived, his eyes felt stinging first.
The strength of this sword cut off Bailian's path. His body suddenly froze high in the sky. Flowers bloomed on the other side of his eyebrows. The dark and sharp sword pierced his eyebrows. The flowers bloomed and withered, insidiously and viciously. The flying sword also fell into the flower and disappeared.
But in an instant, the same pitch-black flying sword flew out from between his eyebrows and streaked into the distance in the sky.
Zang Xin raised his hand to bite the small sword, with a pleasant and teasing smile on his face: "This is not okay, it will ruin my good deeds, how can I let you leave so easily."
With such a delay, the huge black dragon tail swayed through the clouds and fell heavily towards the direction of Bai Lian's head like a black curtain covering the sky.
Bailian, whose eyebrows were dripping with blood, could not avoid it. Two figures, one green and one red, appeared in an instant to protect him.
Three majestic forces collided together, sweeping out a huge wave of energy in the sky.
(End of this chapter)