Chapter 148 147. Leaving Da Chu and serving as the king of foreign lands (8.1K words - please subscribe for the big chapter)
Late Night
In the tent, Song Yan and the two witches were fighting for joy, like two phoenixes and a dragon chasing each other in the waves, and it took a long time to calm down.
He hugged a demon girl casually, rested for a while, then walked off the bed and walked towards the secret practice room.
At this time, Tang Fan should be in the bridal chamber, giving birth to an offspring in the midst of life and death.
Tang Fan had no choice.
Neither did he.
At this time, Feng Chengzi was naturally blocked from external visibility.
Song Yan opened the stone door and sat cross-legged on the central stone platform where he practiced in the secret room.
It was a stone platform carved with a skeleton, and it was at a good location on the profound veins here.
Just now, he had spent 580 years of his life to perfect the "Shenzhen Finger" and "Shaking Hands of Heaven", and spent another 1,045 years of his life to pick and choose from the previous Jianggong spells and find enough. He practiced 15 spells that he found useful and practiced them to perfection.
It has to be said that the Wuxiang Ancient Clan's inheritance, even from just one lineage, is much richer than that of the Nanwu Sword Sect or the Puppet Sect.
These 15 Jianggong spells include "Lihuo Escape", "Gentu Escape", "Yimu Escape", "Golden Light Escape", and "Xuanfeng Escape". These five escape methods are similar to the "Kanshui Escape" that Song Yan learned before. "Escape" each has its own strengths. In addition to the Five Elements, there is also the conventional "Xuanfeng Escape" that does not rely on the Five Elements. In this way, no matter what the environment, he can run faster than others.
As for the remaining eleven doors, they are scattered here and there, each with its own merits.
Among them, there is a special secret method called "Ancient Talisman of Blood Slave", which is even more effective.
This "Ancient Talisman of Blood Slave" is a special spell created by an ancient monk. The minimum requirement for its use is: Jianggong's late stage state.
This spell is cast with one's own blood and imprinted into the target's body whose boundary is lower than one's own. With the cooperation of others, it can be turned into a "blood slave".
For blood slaves, with this "blood slave ancient talisman", practicing will be more effective with half the effort. The stronger the master's blood is, the more outstanding the cultivation results will be.
But what they need to pay is absolute loyalty, because the master can turn the "blood slave talisman" planted in their bodies into a death talisman with just one thought, and explode directly, killing them instantly.
But for the caster, there is also a price, which is the loss of blood.
Even though the "Ancient Blood Slave Talisman" does not require core blood to be cast, it cannot be cast with ordinary blood. Once this blood explodes, it will have some minor impact on the caster. If the number of times is only in the tens, it's okay. But if there is too much, it will become real damage.
In addition, if the combined power of all the "blood slaves" exceeds the master, there will be a certain backlash; if they are close to the master, the master will feel a strange oppression.
Therefore, the "Blood Slave Talisman" is also destined to be unable to enslave targets in large numbers, let alone multiple targets whose realms are only a little lower than one's own.
But even so, the effect is extraordinary.
You must know that the "Ice Hell Bracelet" can only control three people, and it also needs the "Hell's Living Bracelet" as a medium, but this Blood Slave Ancient Talisman saves a lot of trouble and controls them directly.
If this secret technique is used for fighting, it will naturally have no effect. But if it is used to control the power of a place and quickly take root, it is particularly effective.
In the secret room.
Song Yan raised his hand to demonstrate.
In the void, spells kept flowing, and eventually they gradually returned to nothingness.
One month later.
Song Yan sensed signs of life in Xing'er's belly.
Feng Chengzi not only felt the little life, but also felt that this little life was exuding the unique soul fluctuations of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan, which made the Wuxiang Ancient Ancestor suddenly become ecstatic.
Xing'er looked at this ancestor anxiously.
She instinctively wanted to seduce her ancestor again.
But remembering what her ancestor had said to her before and the stupid husband's attitude towards her during this period, she hesitated and stood honestly for the first time.
Song Yan raised his finger in front of Feng Chengzi and touched Xing'er's eyebrows. A drop of hot blood oozed from his fingertips. He then used the "Ancient Talisman of Blood Slave" to start drawing talismans on her eyebrows.
"Old Patriarch, did Xing'er do anything wrong?" Xing'er asked in panic.
Song Yan said in a deep voice: "Concentrate your mind and concentrate on absorbing it. This will be good for you."
"Yes"
A moment later, an ancient blood slave talisman was burned into Xing'er's eyebrows.
Song Yan said: "From now on, you will get twice the result with half the effort when practicing. From now on, you will be a little more confident than others in breaking through the Jianggong realm. However, your life is completely in my hands. In one thought, even if I It can kill you even from thousands of miles away.”
Seeing Xing'er's fear and uneasiness, Song Yan said again: "Take care of the child in your belly, raise it well, and you will be fine."
Xing'er raised her head and looked at the ancestor in front of her, and felt a strange connection forming between her and him. It was a feeling of "life and death depend on the person in front of her." She said in shock: "It's the ancestor."
Song Yan added: "Wu Fangtian will also accept my method. When the time comes, you and him will be on the same rope. If you come to him for anything, he will not dare to refuse. If there is anything wrong with the child in your belly, he will also When the body dies, the Tao disappears.”
Myolie said "yes" again and again, but then she stopped talking. It wasn't until Song Yan said "yes" that she hesitated and said: "Old ancestor, can I ask who my husband-in-law is? Why is the child in the belly so important? ”
Song Yan asked: "Tang Fan didn't tell you?"
Xing'er said: "He only said that he wanted me to raise the child in a low-key manner and not to let the child practice."
Song Yan was stunned for a moment.
This enlightenment is enlightenment. I know that I can't reveal the "Xiangless Clan", but "can't let him practice". What the hell is this?
Before he could speak, Feng Chengzi, the ancient ancestor of the Formless Mask, was already so angry that his whole body was smoking.
"My family is unfortunate, my family is unfortunate. Who gave him the power not to allow my descendants to practice?"
Song Yan said lightly: "Then listen carefully, the child in your belly is the blood of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan. You may not know what the Wuxiang Ancient Clan is, but you only need to know that once these four words are leaked, you .You can’t live without dying, unless one day you meet the rest of the Wuxiang clan.”
"The Wuxiang Ancient Clan." Xing'er murmured this unfamiliar term.
Feng Chengzi shouted in the mask: "Zhang Han, leave some skills for my descendants to practice."
Song Yan responded, "I've been prepared for a long time." Then he took out a storage bag, handed it to Xing'er and said, "Here are some skills and resources from the Wuxiang Ancient Clan. How can I be a mother like you?" Don't bother.
Whether a mother is more valuable than her son, soaring into the sky, or whether her body dies and her soul disappears, all in one thought. This is both a danger and a great opportunity, so seize it. ”
Myolie took the storage bag tremblingly and responded respectfully: "Thank you, ancestor."
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Yan walked away.
In the Phaseless Mask, the topmost secret method in the early stages of the Zi Mansion was "unlocked".
Song Yan looked at it and saw a line of words on the cover - "Thinking Escape Technique".
It's an ordinary name, but it has the word "Escape" in it.
Song Xuan read it carefully, but the more he read, the happier he became.
What this "Thought Escape Technique" says is: melt into thoughts and escape in an instant. The thoughts it can be attached to are not limited to "thoughts of killing", but can also be used for "thoughts of protection" and "thoughts of self".
What's even more amazing is that "Thought Escape Technique" does not conflict with "Five Element Escape Technique". After all, the two carriers are different.
In other words, you can completely let your thoughts perform the "Five Elements Escape Technique", and then you can use the "Five Elements Escape Technique" on the thought.
It's a double acceleration.
In addition, if the attached object of the "Thought Escape Technique" is "my thoughts", it can also produce other variables, that is, - hidden in my thoughts.
In this way, you can hide in other people's souls in this way without even being discovered by others. This point is almost no different from the "God Infant" state.
He spent some time putting "Mind Escape Technique" on the panel, and then spent a full 600 years to perfect its practice.
Feeling that his "speed" shortcomings had been repaired, he breathed a sigh of relief and was in a good mood.
At this time, Feng Chengzi in the phaseless mask suddenly asked: "Why do you know how to use the ancient blood slave talisman?"
Song Yan smiled and said: "Junior said that I am a member of the Wuxiang tribe. If you don't believe it, what can I do?"
Feng Chengzi asked strangely: "You mean, you started practicing after reading this book?"
Song Yan smiled and nodded.
Feng Chengzi laughed "hum hum", then laughed loudly, and finally said: "Clumsy!"
Song Yan knew that what the old man said was that his lie was too false.
He did it on purpose and had no intention of justifying it. He just smiled and looked out the window again, only to see that the peach trees had already sprouted flowers.
Spring has arrived, and in a few days, he will turn Wu Liantian into a blood slave and teach him the "Evil Tide Technique", and then it will be time to set off to the Mountain and Sea Monster Kingdom.
But I don’t know what the situation is like in the soul of the king.
More than a month later.
Song Yan took Tang Fan and set off.
About a year and a half later.
The two traveled a long distance, passing through several mortal kingdoms under the control of the fox wolves, and finally arrived at their destination.
It is said to be a destination, but it is not yet the entrance to "The Soul Threshold of the King".
Under the high cliffs of the barren loess, a large army was stationed.
The armor is cold and the flags are rolling.
The word "majestic" appears in the wind between stretches.
This is the territory of the Xiongwei Kingdom, a tributary state of the Longbo Duotailed Fox Tribe in the southern realm of King Yi’s Soul Thrust.
Along the way, Song Yan had a good understanding of the southern part of the Mountain and Sea Monster Kingdom, at least the general map territory of the Fox and Wolf Clan.
The two clans rule a total of fifteen mortal kingdoms, and these kingdoms are still within the territory of the Mountain and Sea Monster Clan, not counting Dachu, Three Kingdoms, etc.
The fifteen mortal kingdoms were originally ruled by the three clans of fox, wolf and tiger.
But since the tiger tribe was exterminated, its territory has been divided among the fox wolves.
If viewed from a high place, the territories of the two ethnic groups are like a strange scorpion with its head facing southwest and its tail rising to the northeast. The "Soul Threshold of the King" is in the center of the scorpion, wrapped up, down, left and right by the territories of the two ethnic groups, and is also in the center of the scorpion. At this time a large army was stationed.
The army of Xiongwei Kingdom is one of them.
The army below quickly spotted two figures high up.
Song Yan led Tang Fan down from the height and raised his hand to display the Southland Passage Order given by Master Ying Cry before. The leader of the Xiongwei Kingdom immediately dismounted and knelt down, and then respectfully pointed the way.
After he finished showing the way, he added: "Master Yingciao has already entered.
Before the Master entered, the road ahead was still smooth, but strange things began to happen these days. I lost many people one after another, and the camp retreated again and again. Now that we have retreated more than ten miles, please be careful. ”
After saying that, he said "Oh" again, as if he remembered something, turned his head and said majestically: "Here comes the map!"
Suddenly, a scribe brought out a volume of atlas, which recorded the terrain ahead.
The general said: "The entrance here is called Guidaoling. It was originally a city area.
Many years ago, there were lush green plants and numerous wild animals, but now it has become a land of yellow sand, and many strange things happen. The people around it have long since moved, and there are many empty villages and isolated cities.
This is the map from before, but I don’t know if it has changed at this time. The envoy holds it and thinks it will be of some use.
Master Yingciao and the others can be seen after passing this ridge, only a hundred miles away”
After saying that, the general clapped his hands again and called: "Wen Gao, Shao Lou."
Suddenly, two cavalrymen came out.
The general said: "You two used to live here and are familiar with the environment here. You have also been scouts for many years. Please bring your envoys with you this time."
The two cavalrymen looked ashen, but they did not refuse. Instead, they clasped their fists and said, "Yes."
The general said: "If you die for the sake of the envoy, you will receive a very generous pension. You two have brothers and elders at home, and they will live a good life because of you."
The two cavalrymen saluted again, then clamped their horses' belly, jumped forward, and then waited quietly.
Tang Fan looked at Song Yan with an unbearable look on his face and said angrily: "Devil, we have become familiar along the way, right? When will you need these two little mortals to lead the way?"
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Song Yan said: "That's right."
He waved his hand and told the two cavalrymen to retreat.
However, the two cavalrymen were still hesitant, as if they did not want to miss this opportunity to seek death. ,
But compared with this opportunity, the two of them did not dare to disobey the envoy's order, so they respectfully withdrew.
Song Yan took Tang Fan to the front of the army.
When he arrived at the entrance of Guillot Ridge, he untied the shackles on Tang Fan's hands, took out the "blood rope", and then said: "Everyone is here, there is no point in escaping."
Tang Fan twisted his neck and turned his wrist, feeling the strength gradually returning, then glanced at Song Yan and suddenly said: "I really don't know what kind of person you are.
You can drink with me generously, and you can do things despicably and unscrupulously. You are cruel and cold, but you can easily let two ordinary soldiers go. I don't believe you are provoked by me. ”
Song Yan smiled faintly, patted him on the shoulder, and said with concern: "Be careful when you enter. You have gone through so many things, don't be so naive anymore."
Tang Fan sneered and said: "Being with you, I only learned one thing. In this world, some people fall out faster than they can read a book. But thanks."
Song Yan suddenly threw out a storage bag and said: "Here are your things. There are also some Qingxin Pills and Soul Purifying Pills, which may be useful in this soul threshold."
While observing this place, he took the elixir and drank it. He said calmly: "It is forbidden to fly here. It seems that we can only walk in."
Tang Fan took the storage bag, took a deep breath, took a Pure Heart Pill, swallowed a Pure Soul Pill, and then stepped forward.
What he didn't know was that the old demon behind him was actually more nervous than he was.
The yellow sand rolls up and down.
It is impossible for ordinary people to take a deep breath here, because just one breath can fill the nose with sand
Here is a desolate world that has been cracked and collapsed.
Song Yan and Tang Fan are naturally fine.
As Song Yan walked, he paid attention to Tang Fan beside him.
This went on for dozens of miles.
Suddenly, his expression changed, because he noticed that everything around him began to appear strangely blurry and distorted.
When I turned around again, the way I came had disappeared.
He raised his hand, and a giant bloody hand grabbed it forward.
This grasp was like grasping on cotton, there was no feeling at all, and no consequences were caused.
He turned his head again and found that Tang Fan was also missing.
"Illusion?"
He frowned slightly.
Illusions are common, and this is the first time he has seen illusions.
When it comes to illusions, the target is usually only a single person, but usually oneself.
But there are many things that need to be changed in the illusion, and it is naturally complicated, let alone an illusion that can make him return to the purple mansion state.
"Tang Fan?"
"Tang Fan?"
Song Yan called twice more, but no one responded.
Song Yan was immersed in the phaseless mask again and called out: "Feng Chengzi, come out and see, what is this?"
But the strange thing was that Feng Chengzi, who was always on call, didn't respond.
The fog rumbled on the top of the bookshelf, which was a sign that Feng Chengzi fell into deep sleep again.
"I haven't even entered the threshold of soul, I haven't even met the Master Ying Crying yet, what's going on?"
Song Yan frowned slightly.
Suddenly, his pupils shrank, because at some point, the guillotine ridge in front of him had transformed into a kind of "twisting and wriggling intestines". The light was gradually shrinking, and the surrounding darkness was gradually increasing, as if something would happen when all the light disappeared. Nothing bad.
Song Yan instantly used his escape technique and quickly swept forward.
He had no high hopes, but the result surprised him. Because he unexpectedly came across a bright green patch of sand.
Four figures stood on the green lawn.
Three demons and one human.
Master Yingciao was also among them.
The other two were a wolf demon and a deer demon.
The human being is a middle-aged man, nervous and anxious at this time, and he is obviously one who has been captured to obtain the "evil treasure".
When Master Yingwei saw Song Yan appear, his expression was slightly cold. He was about to say something when he saw another person suddenly appear from behind.
It's Tang Fan.
Master Ying Weng then said: "Zhang Han, be careful with the people you bring. If they are damaged before they reach the soul threshold, I want you to look good!"
Song Yan smiled lightly and said "yes".
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As time passed, he had completely realized that he was still in an illusion, and everything in front of him was fake. However, this illusion seems to have no lethality, but it has an extremely terrifying sense of reality. At least until now, he has not seen through the means to break this illusion.
As soon as it comes, make peace with it.
He was calm and not panicked. He looked left and right and began to think about ways to break through the situation.
At this moment, two more people appeared in the Guillot Ridge behind them.
A person like him is from a human race, and he looks like he is in the Purple Mansion realm.
The other person's hands were still shackled, and he was undoubtedly a "evil treasure picker" like Tang Fan.
However, Song Yan was stunned when he saw her.
He almost screamed out her name.
"Junior Sister Xiaojiu?"
Junior Sister Xiaojiu obviously noticed his gaze, but she just glanced at him coldly and then lowered her head.
"Heaven and earth have their own rules. The Sea of Bitterness is a place dedicated to stripping away obsessions. After endless years and countless creatures, it has become extremely terrifying.
If the sea of suffering and the mortal world are connected for some reason, heaven and earth will find new ways to make up for it.
This method is the secret realm. ”
Master Yingwei talked eloquently, "Whenever the sea of suffering overflows a little, the mundane world will naturally have a secret realm to block it, so that the water of the sea of suffering will not enter the mortal world, but will only enter the secret realm.
But is the sea of suffering so easy to prevent?
Therefore, in the leaks again and again, the secret realms outside will be piled up layer by layer, like a series of weird maze-like tumors.
This kind of place where many secret realms are connected together is called the tumor realm.
The soul threshold of King Yi is at the end of the tumor realm.
The evil treasure we want to pick is also there.
After entering here, we will randomly enter a secret place, and we may not be able to go together.
However, there are only three people who can pick up the evil treasure here!
Whoever of us encountered them protected them as best we could, then carried them forward quickly until we reached the end.
Do you understand? ”
Swish.
In the secret realm of gray mist, two figures emerged.
Song Yan quickly looked at the figure beside him. It was a female cultivator who looked like Junior Sister Xiaojiu.
But he already knew that this female cultivator was not Xiao Jiu, but her name was Tian Yao.
Before he could speak, Tian Yao looked at him and asked in a cold voice: "Senior, as a powerful person of our human race, why do you want to help demons to harm you?"
Song Yan knew that this place was an illusion, so he ignored her, raised his hand and began to cast various spells. However, after casting all the spells, there was no change at all. Instead, he attracted a bunch of strange monsters.
Those monsters are connected to the evil spirits and are extremely terrifying.
Song Yan protected Tian Yao while fighting.
Slowly, the gray fog gradually thickened, and a strong sense of corrosion came over.
Song Yan suddenly thought, raised his hand, took out a paper house and threw it out.
This paper house was made of Zhang Han's essence and blood. Although Song Yan placed Zhang Han's blood corpse in the Three Kingdoms and let it form on its own, he always carried the paper house with him. This paper house cannot be destroyed easily, so a safe area was opened in this strange secret realm in an instant.
Song Yan quickly entered with Tian Yao, but Tian Yao was already injured.
Song Yan didn't care at first, but he gradually discovered that Tian Yao not only looked like Junior Sister Xiaojiu, but also had a similar personality and temperament
In this case, he really couldn't ignore it, so he treated her injuries with a cold face.
The two stopped moving forward and started practicing in the paper house here. During the practice, feelings gradually emerged. Although they talked about it, they kept it in their hearts.
Finally one day, the gray fog dissipated, and the entrance to the secret realm actually showed light.
Song Yan collected the paper house and left with Tian Yao. When he stayed outside, he didn't wait for those monsters. Master Yingxiao is not here either, and is most likely lost in the soul of the King.
A few days later, Song Yan left with Tian Yao.
Although there are thousands of troops outside, how could they find two people?
Then the two of them went south and returned to the Three Kingdoms to help Yu Xuanwei repair the ancient teleportation array.
When the formation was completed, the two of them arrived at the other side of the formation. The other side was the source sect of Nanwu Sword Sect, which was a larger sword cultivation sect.
Song Yan and Tian Yao naturally joined the sect, and they officially became Taoist couples. They performed chivalry and righteousness, slayed demons and demons, practiced together, made progress together, and became the elders of the sword cultivating sect together, becoming enviable figures in the world of cultivating the occult. A pair of immortal heroes.
"Disciple, my time is approaching. From now on, the sect will be handed over to you and Xiaoyao."
The short old man in white robes was sitting on the lotus platform of the sect master. His serious expression was now filled with a kind smile, looking at the two people opposite him.
Song Yan looked at the old man quietly.
He didn't move.
He was floating beside him like a transparent person. He still knew that this was an illusion, so he seemed unable to be contained by the illusion and floated beside him.
However, Song Yan, another entity, had prostrated himself and shouted respectfully: "Yes, Master!"
The old man looked exactly the same as the stone man.
"Hahaha, with Xiaoyan and Xiaoyao here, our sect will definitely grow stronger."
"Yes, we have watched these two children grow up. They are both good children with upright hearts and minds. They are full of righteousness. I am very satisfied to see you like this."
Song Yan turned his head again and saw that the elder on the other side was the same monk who was born to Sword Master Kuye and Granny Meng.
"Senior Brother Song, let's work hard together from now on."
Tian Yao turned her head and looked at him with a smile like a flower.
And the entity Song Yan had already hugged her tightly into his arms.
"I know that Senior Brother Song did many bad things in his early years, but Senior Brother was forced to do so. Now those things are over. Let's protect the sect, everyone, and the human race together."
Years later.
The deadline for the sect leader has arrived.
Song Yan and Tian Yao buried him and then came to the gate where he became the sect leader.
Tian Yao smiled and looked at him expectantly.
Song Yan opened the door and strode out.
Outside the door, there was a golden light, and countless disciples were looking up at him below, shouting the name of "Song Master".
Many more years
Tian Yao gave birth to a son and a daughter to Song Yan.
As time goes by, the children grow up and enter the sword cultivating profession.
Later, the sons and daughters got married, and the Song family grew stronger.
Song Yan's transparent figure sometimes floated outside, and sometimes overlapped with the physical Song Yan.
But he was not lost, but kept reminding himself, "This is an illusion, this is an illusion."
Until one day.
"Dad! Dad?"
"Senior Brother Song? Mr. Xianggong?"
Anxious shouts rang out in the Song family.
Regardless of whether Tian Yao or Song Yan's children, their descendants are looking for him everywhere.
But Song Yan was missing.
At this time, the entity Song Yan completely disappeared, leaving only his transparent figure floating outside.
He could see those people, but those people couldn't see him.
"It's time to finish."
Song Yan sighed, because he had already felt the weakness of this illusion, which was the time limit.
Even though he is invulnerable and difficult to break free, when the time comes, if he is not completely addicted, he will wake up easily.
He stood in the small courtyard.
This small courtyard is full of familiar scenes, and there is a snowman piled in the corner.
At this moment, a trembling voice suddenly came from outside the courtyard door: "Dad, are you back? Where have you been for so long?"
The voice soon became joyful, and she shouted: "Mom! Mom! Dad is back!"
Soon, Tian Yao's figure appeared in front of Song Yan. With tears in her eyes, she looked at the snow on the ground, suddenly bent over, quickly kneaded it into a ball, and threw it to Song Yan.
Snap!
The snowball fell on his left cheek.
Song Yan did not escape, but at this time he was no longer transparent.
Tian Yao ran over crying, threw herself into his arms, and said, "Where have you been? Why did you leave without leaving a word? Do you know how much we miss you?"
Song Yan looked at "Junior Sister Xiaojiu" in his arms, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes tightly, while the children and juniors in the distance quietly retreated.
When he opened his eyes again, it was already dusk.
The rose-red glow stood at the end of the sky and the earth, and a close friend stayed by his side. A strong sense of happiness filled Song Yan's heart.
And recalling all the past events after taking over as the head of the Sword Cultivator Sect, he felt that everything he did was done with a clear conscience.
"Senior Brother Song, what are you thinking about?"
"Junior Sister Xiaojiu" snuggled into his arms and watched the sunset with him.
Song Yandao: "I'm thinking, how great it would be if all this were true."
"Junior Sister Xiaojiu" said: "Senior Brother Song, how do you know that this must be fake?"
Song Yan closed his eyes and greedily felt the warmth, warmth, beauty and peace at this time. Here was the life he wanted and everything he wanted.
"The children have grown up, and it's time to hand over the position of sect leader. It's time for us to find a blessed place to practice and break through in peace." Junior Sister Xiaojiu's gentle voice sounded in his ears.
Song Yan was silent.
Junior Sister Xiaojiu continued: "Are you still thinking about the past?"
Song Yan continued to remain silent.
Junior sister Xiaojiu said: "It's all over."
Song Yanchang sighed and slowly opened his eyes, meeting the strange eyes of Junior Sister Xiaojiu.
Junior sister Xiaojiu asked with a smile: "What does senior brother want to do now?"
Song Yan said: "After watching the sunset, leave this world."
Junior Sister Xiaojiu tilted her head slightly.
Song Yan felt tears wet his clothes, and the hands holding him became tighter.
Junior Sister Xiaojiu cried and asked: "Why do you have to leave?
Why?
Does it have to be that important if it’s true or false?
Let’s stay together as a family, okay? ”
Her voice was hoarse and choked, and the more she spoke, the more she broke down in tears.
Song Yan let go of his embrace, looked at her tenderly, wiped away her tears, then smiled to himself, hesitated to speak, and finally looked at "Junior Sister Xiaojiu" in front of him, and said softly: "Goodbye, the sunset is so beautiful. ”
"Thank you, Xiaojiu."
He didn't shout "Tian Yao"'s name, just because he was always awake and always understood that all this was false.
The next moment, Song Yan suddenly closed his eyes.
He felt that the time for the illusion had come.
If he sinks, he will continue to sink. Without external force, he may never wake up.
But he did not sink.
He was horribly awake all the time.
He took a deep breath, raised his hand, turned into a bloody claw, and said coldly, "Break it open for me."
The world that had been invulnerable before was now vulnerable to being torn apart.
The sunset faded, yellow sand filled the sky, and cliffs stood on both sides of the unfinished road.
He is still in Guillotine Ridge.
However, there was a strange, rickety figure in front of him. The figure looked like a novice monk, but the familiar aura made him recognize it as a ghost.
The ghost novice monk was surrounded by the power of strange thoughts. He thought he was a monster mixed with "the ghosts of the entire king and tiger tribe, the sea of suffering, and some other unknown things."
"Are you the devil?"
Song Yan looked at the ghost that appeared here for some unknown reason, suddenly raised his hand and blasted it out indifferently.
Bang!
The ghost novice monk was extremely terrifying in the illusion, but he exploded and disappeared from the place.
Song Yan turned her head and looked to her side again, only to see Tang Fan standing motionless with a smile on his face and tears on his face. He didn't know what he saw in the illusion.
However, as the ghost novice monk was shattered, he suddenly opened his eyes, as if waking up from a dream. After waking up, he looked around in horror and pain, and shouted anxiously: "Meng'er! Myolie!"
Song Yan raised her hand and slapped him on the head, saying: "Stop daydreaming, let's go."
(End of chapter)