Wu Gen knew that he was in a dream, especially after seeing the two people whose faces were blurred and whom he had never seen before, he became more and more convinced that he had been tricked by Xian Jiang. But he didn't want to wake up. He wanted to stay in his dream, stay with his lover, meet his relatives, and be happy with his brothers.
Even though he is usually jovial and cynical, he is really a pitiful person. He grew up alone in Dafeng Village and spent his childhood in loneliness. It would be a lie to say that you are not envious of others enjoying themselves in the high hall.
People long for what they lack, and Wu Gen is the same, that is, he wants to see his parents with his own eyes.
Wu Gen knew that everything in front of him was false, but he had to admit that the dream arranged by his opponent was really clever. It brought out the deepest desire in Wu Gen's heart, making him willing to indulge in the dream and be unable to extricate himself.
The real barrier that traps a person is not a high wall, not intimidation, or even power, but the unbreakable and inseparable family affection. Therefore, Wu Gen knew that he was delusional, but he still enjoyed it and did not want to wake up from it.
Until he finally couldn't hold back and wanted to touch the two of them with his own hands, this dream did not give him the final answer. So he was angry, angry at Xianjiang's incompetence. Even if he was given a fake appearance, he was willing to stay in it for a long time.
Wu Gen, in a rage, could no longer tolerate the other party's teasing, and his desire to kill Xian Jiang was stronger than ever. As the dream collapsed, he jumped up and searched for traces of the Xianjiang River in this dark place.
Soon, Xianjiang's figure appeared in this dark void. Seeing Wu Gen rushing toward him, he did not hide or dodge, looking down at the opponent with a pale face.
Looking at the Xianjiang River in front of him, which was as big as a mountain and looked like a god, Wu Gen rushed towards it regardless. His anger had made him forget his fear and lose his mind.
Wu Gen began to leap up, and his body gradually lengthened, turning into three long strings with glittering golden light. They formed a bundle around each other, flying around the Xianjiang River, and gradually wrapped around his body.
Xianjiang glanced at the long strings, his expression moved slightly, and his body slowly disappeared, turning into two long red strings. But compared with Wu Gen's, they are much longer, and they are like a giant python and a small snake.
Two bunches of golden and red strings sway lightly in the void, dancing like butterflies. The lines flow gracefully, without any interruption, and are coherent and smooth, just like composing an out-of-this-world splendid song.
Two bunches of long strings soared up, surrounding each other, but refused to get close, like a pair of lovers who hate each other and can't stay apart or get close.
The golden long string seemed to be more active, leading the red string straight into the sky, where there were thousands of waves of light, and huge light pillars were vaguely dotted among them.
It was a deep sea, a sea that could only be seen in dreams.
The golden string glowed with golden light, wrapping around the long red string, and rushed into the sea without hesitation. Since I can't kill you, I'll throw myself into the sea and die. Wu Gen hovered in the dark sea with a determined thought.
The world suddenly turned upside down, and a bright golden light appeared beneath him. Yuan Xianghai, I didn’t expect to arrive here directly this time.
Remembering the last time he entered the Yuanxiang Sea in the sea of blood, and used golden light to melt away the evil god's prying eyes, Wu Gen was ready to follow suit again. Now he also sees that he will definitely not be able to completely kill Xianjiang through a battle of soul skills. He can only use the power of this sea of consciousness to annihilate his soul in it.
Above his head, there were waves of rapid whale calls, seeming to urge Wu Gen to exit quickly. There are only a few people in the world who have entered the Yuan Xianghai, and if they are not careful, their souls will die.
On the bottom of the sea, countless golden lights appeared, like sharp arrows piercing the golden and red strings. With every contact, dazzling ripples suddenly light up on the long string, like rain hitting a clear pond.
Wu Gen wrapped around the Xianjiang River and fell down without hesitation. He had been to Yuan Xianghai before, and the golden threads in his soul were given by him. Although his heart was filled with thousands of arrows, the desire to kill Xianjiang outweighed the pain in his soul.
Xian Jiang was a little hesitant. It was not impossible for him to get rid of Wu Gen. But the master once told him that he had sent a trace of soul power into Wu Gen's soul from afar, and it was melted by the golden light when they entered the Yuanxiang Sea together.
Although his soul power was stronger, he had never reached the depths of Yuan Xianghai. At this time, Wu Gen used such a method again, obviously wanting to drag himself to death.
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"That's a place that even evil gods dare not go deep into. You dare to die, you loser." Wu Gen's arrogant voice came from his mind.
Xianjiang's heart moved, and the red string vibrated suddenly, falling with Wu Gen.
Wu Gen was proud that people would have weaknesses, he had them, and so did Xianjiang.
The knot in Xianjiang's heart is the evil god. He is controlled by him and becomes a blood-eating existence. This is unacceptable to the arrogant Xianjiang.
The golden light beneath him became more intense, like a blazing sun. Wu Gen and Xianjiang were traveling in it, just like two small sampans trying to rush into the sea, but being pushed back to the shore by the waves over and over again.
The repulsive force is getting stronger and stronger, and every step forward is very difficult. The golden light continues to bombard the long string, and both Wu Gen and Xianjiang are scarred. The light and dark on the long string are uncertain, and many places have gone dark.
Wu Gen glanced at the Xianjiang River behind him and couldn't help but feel secretly frightened. A section of the long string of the Xianjiang River was completely dimmed, torn off by the golden light, and floated down into the sea water above its head.
However, Xianjiang did not react at all, just like the soldiers on the charge road, although their limbs were damaged, they still moved forward without hesitation. Although this person was his opponent, Wu Gen still admired him for his courage to fight without fear of death.
That's all, Wu Gen twisted the long string, and the obscure Yi Ling song began to float in the sea. Xianjiang's heart was shocked. He heard the joyful melting of snow on the towering mountains, the resentment of autumn rain dripping from the black eaves, the wonder of green grass emerging from the earth, and the sadness of leaves withering on branches weighed by snow.
All the sounds and emotions in the world seem to be condensed into this long sound of nature.
The Xianjiang River is marveling and roaring, and I am extremely happy. Yi Ling Qu, as a soul master, how could he not know how precious it is.
After practicing for many years, due to his weak foundation, even though his soul power was huge, he could only hear the fragments of the Yi Ling song. Now that he could understand such a divine song, how could he not be so happy that he could forget his own death?
He finally understood why the master paid so much attention to Wu Gen, making plans early and tracking him all the way. Looking at the increasingly rich golden color beneath him, Xianjiang knew that he might not be able to reach there. If he gave up, he was extremely unwilling to do so.
People say that if you hear the Tao in the morning, you will die in the evening. The time is too long, so what if you die after hearing it.
Xianjiang moved, and he took the initiative to sneak downwards regardless of his scarred soul, even blocking those ubiquitous golden threads for Wu Gen.
The two trudged hard in the golden ocean, and finally a magnificent palace appeared in the golden light beneath them.
At this point, despite the benefits of Soul Song, both of them were unable to move forward before the powerful repulsive force.
The soul song began to lose its lightness and became more solemn, as if to warn the two of them. However, Xianjiang ignored it and struck the golden light over and over again, urging Wu Gen to continue moving forward.
Wu Gen was also a little helpless at this time. He originally wanted to lure Xianjiang here to kill him, but this lunatic persisted until now. It seemed that he was still not satisfied and vowed to go to the majestic golden palace.
Both Wu Gen and Xian Jiang have reached their limits at this time. Every step forward is extremely difficult. Often, if you move forward one foot, you will be knocked back ten feet by the golden light. It was as if the two were fighting each other. No matter how many times they were beaten back, they turned around and moved forward, completely regardless of their own life or death.
On the long strings, pieces of broken strings rolled upwards, especially in the Xianjiang River, where only half of the original long strings were left.
"Trash, rush down, you have to crawl over." Up to now, Wu Gen's mind was already in a trance, his soul power was exhausted, and he was pushed away by the golden light again. At this moment, Xianjiang's angry curses came from his mind.
The long red string rolled up and pulled Wu Gen back again, hitting the golden light heavily. There seemed to be a big mountain blocking the road in front of them. The two people were entangled and supported each other. Like charging warriors, they pushed away this invisible obstacle little by little and moved with difficulty towards the palace.
Finally, the tall palace appeared in front of the two of them. This majestic main hall with double eaves and nine ridges has staggered brackets, golden tiles and yellow walls, and it has a solemn bearing. There are ten stone pillars lined up in front, and each stone pillar is carved with long strings of various colors, coiling and rising, like a living thing.
The soul song suddenly became magnificent, and the golden drum
Xuantian is just like Huangzhong Dalu. Feeling this majestic soul song, Xianjiang's heart suddenly became calm, and his mind began to feel empty, so empty that he had nothing to rely on, and everything around him gradually became a little blurry.
He knew he couldn't hold on any longer.
"Wu Gen, go forward. My soul master walks between heaven and earth and behaves erratically, which is not tolerated by the world. It is the generations of sages who have carried the mountains and mountains, forged ahead, and been willing to be the stepping stones for future generations, so that we can step by step We have come so far. Today, I am willing to be like a stone step. I only hope that the new bamboo is higher than the old branches, so that I can see the world for me." In Wu Gen's mind, the intermittent voice of the Xianjiang River came.
"My only wish is to help me kill my master and let me feel free." Xianjiang suddenly retreated, and the incomplete red long string rushed forward, dragging Wu Gen forward quickly and throwing him far away. go out.
In the golden light, Wu Gen looked back. The long red string broke inch by inch and gradually melted into the golden ocean.
For a moment, Wu Gen felt mixed emotions in his heart, including admiration, sadness, and relief. Xianjiang is a man who is both good and evil, just like Qiao Ban, who is obsessed with his own way and completely ignores the eyes of the world.
Today, if he still has the energy to take another step forward, he will definitely step on him without hesitation. But once you find that you are unable to do what you want, you will work hard to help others. It can be said that he is a person who lives a pure life, simpler and more direct than most people in the world.
All he wants is to cut off the chains on his body and let his horse ride freely between heaven and earth. Such people are respectable and pitiable.
With the help of Xianjiang, Wu Gen walked slowly in the golden light, approaching the golden palace little by little. Less than 50% of the broken long string remained, and it had almost turned golden and was still melting away little by little.
Although he has a tired temper and does things frequently and rarely specializes in things, he did not run away today, nor did he want to run away. A person was sent here at the cost of being completely annihilated in the world. Although a person needs to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, sometimes he still needs a little spirit and a little courage to sacrifice himself for justice and martyrdom.
If I leave today, I am afraid that when I visit Yuan Xianghai in the future, I will think of a person who gave me a ride at the cost of his own life. This kind of complicated emotions will eventually become your own inner demon and stop you here forever.
The long golden string danced tragically in the sea, slowly squirming towards the Golden Palace in a strange posture. The further forward, the shorter the long string becomes, and finally it turns into a wick-like existence, emitting gleaming light.
In this way, in this way of burning himself and almost committing suicide, Wu Gen finally arrived in front of the Golden Palace. The soul song has become softer and lighter, as if the chapter is coming to an end, and the empty sound is curling up.
Looking at the majestic palace gates and solemn gates, Wu Gen, whose mind was blurred and only a little clear, let out a long sigh in his heart. His soul was about to be extinguished and he could never go back.
In this life, I tried to be a hero just once, but I really paid for it. What a shame, as expected, it’s not easy to be a hero in those storybooks. I’ll just be an ordinary person in my next life.
The wick was like a feather, tapping lightly on the heavy door. Wu Gen no longer had any energy left to push the seemingly heavy door. The bright light lit up on the wick, but then dimmed immediately, drifting and falling to the bottom of the sea, and Wu Gen also lost the last of his clarity.
Just where the lamp wick hit, a ripple appeared on the palace door and quickly expanded to the surrounding areas. The originally heavy door became soft, and a gap thinner than a knife blade appeared between the two closed doors.
An invisible and colorless breath fell on the wick that had dimmed and was about to disappear, like an autumn hair. A strange scene appeared, a purple mass appeared inexplicably around the wick, and it quickly rose towards the sea.
The purple quickly faded and turned into a piece of gold, constantly attached to the wick, and the long strings that had disappeared emerged out of thin air bit by bit, meandering towards the sea water.
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