Nightfall

> Long Qing woke up and was greeted by the heavy mist like heavy yarn, the thick leaves on the ground, and the endless pain coming from him. .Shrimp Literature

After falling from such a high cliff, he was still alive. He couldn't find a reasonable answer himself. Perhaps the looming ancient trees above the gloomy fog alleviated the fall, or the thick and soft underneath. The rot leaf sludge of the couch played a role.

Long Qing even felt that it was Haotian ’s will to survive, as mentioned in the dialogue with Master Uncle in Zhishouguan, if he was really the legendary oracle person, bearing Haotian ’s most obscure Will, then Haotian will not let himself die casually.

The fact that he didn't die, this fact gave him infinite confidence, but also a lot of regret and fear, because he didn't know how he should go in the next life.

Although the silt and rot leaves are soft, Longqing still has many bones broken, but the real pain is not the injury of the flesh, but the powerful breath of the two in the body.

The atmosphere of the apocalyptic realm from the half Taoist, when he was in a coma, no longer will be bound by will, roaring from the sea, spouting from all over his body, turned into countless sharp steel knives, scraping him constantly The bones, cutting his muscles, even tried to blast his snowy mountains into ruins.

The spirit essence contained in Tongtian Pill is constantly repairing the cracks in his bones and the broken muscles in the muscles, moisturizing his vitality, from the ruins, according to the last remaining shadow , Repairing the snowy mountains and seas again and again.

This is a process of constant destruction and continuous restoration and rebirth, which is extremely painful.

It doesn't matter when comatose. After waking up at this time, these pains have become the most real existence, and Long Qing's face instantly became white. An extremely miserable roar came out of the **** teeth, spreading far and wide among the quiet valley forest.

Because the pain was too severe, Longqing almost awakened and coma again, but he knew how important this consciousness was to him: if he was comatose in a valley forest full of toxins and unknown dangers, he could not sustain it for too long. At that time, Haotian no matter how benevolent, he can only abandon himself.

There was another cry, and Long Qing slammed into a stone not far away. I broke one of my ribs and suppressed the rest of the pain with fresh pain. In the moment before the coma, I got a moment of time, concentrating on my mind, and set up a lotus shape that was almost invisible, and began to meditate on the wounds. .

Time passes slowly.

Long Qing's face was pale, and the blood on his robe had already solidified. He sat on the rotten leaves and mud, always maintaining that posture. There was no ups and downs in the chest, as if there was no breathing, it looked like a dead body for a long time, but it was in his body. [The two breaths of Xiami Literature are still fighting and fighting.

The power of Tongtian Maru and the breath of the apocalyptic enlightenment of the Taoist pill completely cleared his body and the original breath into a bucket that seemed to be empty, and those extremely poisonous mists around him kept facing his body. There is an influx of them, constantly transforming his body at the smallest scale.

I don't know how long it has been. In the dense forest at the bottom of the valley, the sky is always dark. I don't know if it's morning or evening, Long Qing's body trembles slightly, and wow spitting blood.

What is incredible is that this blood is actually black!

I do n’t know if it ’s because of the poisonous haze, or because of something else. The blood in Longqing ’s body turned black, and it looked like ink and rot in the mud!

Many days ago. On the side of the South China Sea boat, a black peach blossom was born. Long Qing picked off the black peach flower and put it on his chest. It has never been removed since.

In the process of escaping from the cave and keeping a watchful eye, the black peach flower on his chest was stained with a lot of blood, red and black, and it was extraordinarily gorgeous and magical. At this time, it was repainted with black blood and suddenly appeared faint The black awn, then the gloss quickly condenses, leaving only pure black, and the cold is like night.

Sitting in Longqing in the decayed leaf, the whole person also seemed to become a black peach flower, the body surface temperature gradually became colder, and gradually integrated into the surrounding environment, as if it had become a part of the mist, becoming a Pile of rotten leaves.

The venomous snake with a bright color slipped on the rotten leaves, turned around Long Qing's body for a few times, and didn't seem to notice anything strange, and then walked away.

There is also a face-to-face ghost monkey, screaming in the woods, squatting next to Long Qing ’s body, sulking his head, whistling and calling for companions, and then leaving very boringly.

There are dead leaves falling.

The wind rose, and the dead leaves flew again.

Long Qing was still sitting, ignorant and unconscious, blending into his surroundings.

At this time, even if the practitioner carefully perceives, he cannot separate him.

And this is the most obvious symbol of Jin's entry into Zhiming Realm.

I don't know how long it has been.

Long Qing opened his eyes and woke up.

His eyes no longer have the luck of the rest of his life after the disaster, nor do he feel ashamed of the unknown future, nor do he have any pain. Some are only calm and indifferent, and the absolute peace of the world and himself is indifferent.

He stood up.

The black peach flower on his chest became darker and darker.

Just then, a peach flower purely formed by breath bloomed behind Long Qing.

That is his natal peach blossom.

It also turned black.

At the moment when this black natal peach blossom bloomed, the dense mist of the forest was shrouded in a breath of silence.

The venomous snake that was resting at the bottom of the rot leaf stiffened, and then died, while the ghost-faced monkey in the forest in the distance cried in horror, and began to flee farther away.

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Under the chase of the Nanjin army, especially with the addition of the temple ruling division, there are now only a dozen people left, and only five of the cavalry commanders are still alive.

These people who once had the supreme glory in the Xiling Temple have now become sinners, fleeing like dogs in the mountains and forests around the Xiling God's border.

Almost every day, some people die, almost every day, people who are seriously injured are abandoned. They do n’t know how long it will take to escape, and what makes them desperate is that they do n’t know what the end of this escape is. Even if it is the end of despair, at least know where the end is.

They are now sinners in the Xiling Temple. In Haotian's world, no country dares to take them in. The only Tang country with the strength to take them in is definitely more willing to cut off their heads.

Where will their end of escape be?

In what way will they die?

Zi Mo's face was thin, his expression was tired, and his eyes were full of numbness.

He looked at the field under the twilight Zhongshan, and looked at the territory that belonged to the Song Kingdom. Knowing that the Taoists there have already obtained portraits of these people, even if they want to sneak into the folk, they can no longer do it.

Thinking of the beginning of the escape and the silent promise of the dark night, Zi Mo's face showed a very painful expression and muttered: "As long as I can survive, I am willing to dedicate my life and soul to Pluto, no Fear of the sinking of the world, but ... what kind of self-esteem is this, how does Pluto care about you and me ants. Even if you want to give, where can you get close to such a great existence? "

"If the common people want to be close to greatness, they often need a process and a guide."

An indifferent voice rang from the cliff.

Zi Mo's expression changed suddenly. More than a dozen fugitives behind him picked up the weapon in their hands at the fastest speed and watched the cliffside with vigilance, ready to attack at any time.

A young man stood by the cliff, looking at the direction of the setting sun.

He was wearing a black robe. Just before the sunset. So the figure seemed extremely dark, and the cold autumn wind came from the field, up the cliff, rolling the corner of the black robe, and leaking a few rays of twilight from time to time.

The fugitives have lived in the Xiling Temple for a long time, looking at the men on the cliff, feeling that some kind of illusion appeared in front of their eyes, as if they saw Haotian's shadow.

Or see the shadow of Pluto.

Day after day. Their nerves were so tight that they were about to break, and the camp they chose was extremely remote and secluded. However, they did not expect that this was actually discovered. Being approached silently.

In their view, people who can quietly appear on the cliffside must have extremely strong strength. If they are not masters of the Song State Daomen, then they can only be strong in the Xiling Temple.

The fugitives who were cultivated as abolished did not expect to be able to overcome the strong men of the Daomen. At the moment of hearing the voice, the desperate emotion occupied their mind and body.

In desperation, they will force an extremely strong will to fight. Anyway, they are all about to die, and today may be the last battle, then death is also more powerful.

However, no one started.

Because the young man wearing a black robe by the cliff gives a feeling of being unable to challenge.

It was because Zi Mo suddenly knelt behind the young man and wept bitterly.

Immediately thereafter, more people recognized the young man, especially the four former temple cavalry commanders, trembling to the cliff, kneeling behind Zi Mo, facing the young man ’s The back cried with tears, as if the shepherds scattered on the wasteland saw their masters.

Commander Zi Mo looked at the back with tears in his face, and said with a trembling voice: "Master Master ... Everyone says you are dead, you are still alive ... That's great."

A leader with a broken arm howled and cried: "Adult ... Adult ... I know that you will not abandon us like this, you are finally back!"

Long Qing turned and looked at his former subordinates, saying, "Will you follow me again?"

The crying by the cliff gradually stopped, and everyone knocked again and again.

Zi Mo looked up, looked at the scar on Long Qing ’s face, and looked at the black peach blossom on his chest. Thinking of the rumors, he was shocked to find that the Lord Master not only did not die, but also cultivated the realm far better than it was at the beginning. !

But then ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ a very cold breath penetrated deep into the heart of Zi Mo and everyone.

This cold breath came from Long Qing.

Also from this sentence he said.

"I did die, but I don't know if I saw Haotian or Hades after death. During the time I died, I thought a lot of things, but until now I heard your words from Zi Mo, I suddenly wanted to understand that maybe I am not a son of God at all. "

Long Qing looked to the night sky and thoughtfully said, "Maybe ... I am the son of Hades?"

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(I was hit by anxiety and I do n’t want a monthly ticket today ... I ’m basically done with the foreplay, and it ’s the beginning of a series of dramas. The anxiety is multiple. I think for a long time and I ’m sure it ’s time to update the Dora monthly ticket, but I still need to pay more attention to the plot. I try to write, please supervise, and hope to write it for half a year.) (Your support is my biggest motivation.)