Aluan, happy birthday. "Shui Wujun finally said.
He still remembers.
Dai Luan rushed towards the mountain pass like crazy. Shan Hai grabbed her waist and hugged her, refusing to let go no matter how hard she struggled.
He knew what this meant to Dai Luan. The playmate and mentor who grew up with me thinks that he will live forever and will never disappear. You may have a temporary separation and reunion, but there is no lasting farewell. Now he resolutely chooses to die and disappear, but you don't even have a chance to stop him.
Your choice cannot influence his choice.
This made Dai Luan feel real pain. If you ask about the degree, it might be comparable to the moment when Shan Hai cut off the vines himself.
But miracles do not always happen, and Dai Luan will not place all her hopes on miracles. What's more, it has happened once before, and now that something like this happened, it made her feel like "paying off a debt."
She wasn't the only one suffering. Yun Ge had mixed feelings at this moment and was dizzy. He had an indescribable sense of distortion, as if everything in front of him was an illusion. Before he could come to a definite conclusion about whether Shui Wujun was the murderer of his father or a life mentor, he interrupted all previous considerations with new difficult questions. Yun Ge felt that he was unsteady on his feet, so he took a few steps back to prevent him from plunging into the far, deep, bright and hot lava lake below due to his strong curiosity and the illusion of weightlessness.
Mu Wan saw everything that happened in front of him. Strong emotions similar to others collided in the body, but there was no chance to escape. I want to shout, but I can't scream; I want to cry, but I can't shed tears.
Dai Luan cried for her. Shan Hai tried his best to hold her arm, but she refused to get up as if he was against it. She turned her back to the mountain pass and cried silently. Shi Wuqi squatted down and patted her head gently, again and again, as if carefully wiping an expensive piece of porcelain. Yun Ge turned his head and looked at the weapons scattered on the ground. They all had double images, as his dizziness continued.
On the ground in front of Dai Luan was Shui Wujun's hazy blue forehead band. It was lying on the ground, and the ground around it was covered with traces of Dai Luan's tears. Mu Wan just watched the tears fall silently from her cheeks, reflecting warm light in the shadows of her face.
Suddenly, Mu Wan stood up suddenly.
Regaining control of her body was worthy of tears of joy, but she was definitely not in that mood, and her unrecovered physical condition did not allow her to take any drastic action. So Mu Wan fell down as soon as he stood up, as if he had been squatting for too long and suddenly stood up, and the blood had no time to reach his brain. The spell fell lightly, but she didn't feel any discomfort in her body, as if all the filth had been purified by something.
She knew what it was, and that was why she stood up suddenly.
Her movements attracted the attention of her friends, and Shan Hai and the others looked over. But Mu Wan didn't explain much. She supported herself, pointed behind them with one finger, and shouted loudly:
"There! Sword! Quick!!"
Mu Wan couldn't organize any more words. She just wanted them to pay attention to the strange thing behind them. So several people turned around as she wished and saw that amazing scene.
End the world. The sword is three feet seven inches long and weighs two kilograms and eighty taels. The blade of the sword is a dim smoky gray, and under the bright light, it reveals ripples of water, sparkling and moving. It is not as regular as an ordinary sword, but has a multi-faceted and disordered appearance. Both sides of the sword are uneven and undulating, and the light and shadow flow silently, turning thousands of times, splitting up the reflected scenery.
This sword embodies humanity.
It was lifted up by an invisible force. Dai Luan stretched out her hand dully, and it was slowly flattened and fell into her hand. After being briefly tempered by magma, it still looks like an untempered semi-finished product. But she knew he succeeded.
The sword was not hot to the touch, and Dai Luan still felt as if it was touching her own skin, unable to feel any heat or cold. She gripped the hilt of the sword tightly and brushed the blade. It seemed as if someone's fresh blood was flowing in the calm blade. Mu Wan reluctantly stepped forward and stood beside the crater with them. In front of Dai Luan, the sparks and ashes that appeared along with the sword made people vaguely see the outline of a human figure, as if it was him who delivered the sword to them. Soon, these turbulent sparks disappeared with the wind.
This was the last birthday gift Shui Wujun could give her, and it was heavier than anything else.
The ghost girl with a thousand faces let out a terrifying howl in the sky, shaking the earth. Countless faces are reflected on the countless curved surfaces of this new sword, becoming more distorted and crazier.
Dai Luan remained silent and slowly wrapped Shui Wujun's hazy blue forehead band around the hilt of the sword.
"I'm still taking the lead, does anyone have any objections?"
Shi Wuqi picked up the karma and calamity and pointed his sword into the sky. The bright flame suddenly burned from the root of the sword to the tip, provocatively facing the huge and ugly demon. Shanhai holds the Fengyun Slash and the Sword Technique in his hand. Dark rain clouds gathered higher in the sky, and rumbling thunder could be heard from time to time. I don't know if it was the so-called bonding with the sword or the heaven's support.
Yun Ge picked up two swords from a distance. He took Resentment Erosion and Jin Mieya in one hand each and handed them both to Mu Wan.
"Miss Liangqiu, don't be cruel to me this time."
Born to kill, that is to say, a sword.
Kill the righteous, drive away the evil with killing, and punish sin with killing.
It is called Yin and Yang Dao.
The people of Wule City stayed up all night. There was lightning and thunder in the southern sky, and black clouds destroyed the mountains. Some people say that the dormant volcano is afraid that it will wake up, and people are panicked for a while. The sky there is sometimes as bright as day and sometimes as red as a bloody night. Some businessmen hurriedly packed up their things and prepared to escape, while believers knelt down to burn incense and pray to God for blessings. Most people don't want to leave, and they can't leave. Even if they run away, they have nowhere to go. This has been their home since generations ago. I never imagined that they would have to bow their heads in the face of natural disasters after surviving under harsh rule.
The women hugged their children tightly and hid under the quilt, while the men paced back and forth anxiously and tremblingly. It was late at night, and the streets were noisy and crowded. There were no soldiers to maintain order. What's more, some took advantage of the situation to rob and stab people with knives. In this chaos, people suddenly heard a soft flute sound.
It was actually the city lord.
The city lord was holding a flute, standing on the high wall, playing an unknown tune. Its rhythm is far-reaching and tender, like drizzle or spring breeze, opening a spacious path amidst the bustle of people and infiltrating people's long-dry hearts.
The chaos gradually subsided, and the people looked at him in amazement, speechless.
Thousands of horses are in silence, and the water flows slowly.
An old man took out his pots and pans and played a familiar melody from his youth. This song has a name, it must have a name, but everyone has forgotten it. Now, I am slowly awakening. More people took out their musical instruments - simple, haphazardly pieced together instruments, and started playing along in a decent manner. Bowls and chopsticks, doors and windows, bamboo strips, bowstrings... People from all walks of life showed up, holding their own unique instruments. People hiding at home also came to the streets. Those who knew how to play joined in, and those who didn't sang softly. Men, women, old and young all participated in this unique performance. Until the end, the sound of the city lord's flute was completely buried in the uniform singing and music.
It is like a unique spell that drives away the fear in people's hearts, leaves the darkness and anxiety behind, and indulges in a short-term pure land. Among the people with selfless expressions, a man in red clothes and black hair crossed the river and walked towards the mountains to the south.
Dai Luan was caught in the red cloud.
As if she was in a world of flesh and blood, a strong suffocation surrounded her. Countless tiny words filled her ears, making it impossible for her to call for help. She could clearly hear the voices of Shanhai and others calling. Fortunately, with Duan Chenhuan tightly in her hands, these ghost faces in the blood mist didn't even dare to approach her, just like they did in the outside world. Once they see their own image reflected on the sword, they will run away like crazy.
If she swings the sword, she should be able to get out easily. However, Dai Luan gave up this idea after only a moment of reflection. Through this layer of terrifying blood, she could clearly see that half of Mu Wan's face was still covered with a familiar mask. Although the control over her body is still in her hands, the flying red strips of cloth on the mask clearly show her existence.
Dai Luan does not wield the sword. She held her breath and stared in Mu Wan's direction.
In the midst of lightning and flint, she emerged from her cocoon as if she was leaving a string.
No one expected that Dai Luan's Duan Chen Huan would poke directly at the left half of Mu Wan's face. A bit of the sword tip was immersed in it, but there was no blood. Under the astonished gaze of the nearest Lin Shanhai, Dai Luan gently turned her wrist and pushed hard. Mu Wan lowered her waist, causing Dai Luan to pass by her.
Half of Mu Wan's face showed cracks and gradually peeled off. Under the gaze of everyone, strange fragments scattered on the ground.
Finally, there is a ghost horn with a red strip of cloth.
The shrill wails continued one after another, more tragic, more vivid, and more piercing than ever before. The cries of grief and anger are devoid of any emotional color, or they are full of emotions that are difficult for humans to interpret. The ghost girl's newly formed body with thousands of faces also fell off like half of the mask, and pieces of flesh were attached, wrapping countless faces, and poured into the boiling lava lake. Everyone looked at this scene with a tired look, a little numb due to fatigue, and it seemed that it would take some time to accept it.
However, the source of miserable sounds in the wilderness does not stop here.
Among the rolling thick clouds, lightning fell to the ground one after another, turning into cold and ruthless chains. More chains rose from the ground, and the tightly entangled Yingyue Jun rolled on the ground. He cried helplessly and made a fuss.
"Do you know it's wrong?" The voice kept rumbling in his mind, "Do you know it's wrong?"
"I'm not wrong!!" he shouted at the top of his lungs.
The chains tightened, crushing his bones one by one. Severe pain lingered in this small body over and over again.
Until his almost black eyes saw a pair of clean clogs. He struggled to move, pulling at the weeds on the ground with his deformed fingers, and crawled forward pathetically.
"Brother Changye! Help me! Save me!" Yingyue Jun cried, "I don't want to die, I don't want to disappear, I haven't seen it with my own eyes yet..."
Lord Xueyue took a step back coldly.
"You...you are..."
"What does the life and death of the lost dog have to do with me?"
Yingyue Jun heard the sound of something breaking again. It was crisp, but unpleasant, and the noise made her eardrums hurt. I don’t know which bone it is. Anyway, they are all integrated with the internal organs.
Lord Xueyue clapped his hands expressionlessly, and the fires of heaven and earth continued to burn along the chains in the desolate wilderness, setting off a prairie fire. Then, he no longer ignored the dying screams behind him and left silently.
The strong light from the east breaks through the dark clouds and rains down on the world like arrows.
Just today, he knew that two of the Six Paths of Impermanence would never wake up again.
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