Meng Zifei was dressed in brocade clothes, looming 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 shadow in my heart, but I don't want to let go of the light. I have been ambiguous in the gap for hundreds of years. I don't even know if I don't peel away my glorious body with my own hands. , What kind of bad heart is hidden under this chest, a rotten heart."
He smiled self-deprecatingly and said, "Just think that during the past two hundred years, I have had a big spring and autumn dream that deceived myself and others."
Meng Zifei looked sideways at Erhe Burying Heart and asked with a smile: "Is this a dark heart?"
"Two hundred years ago, the moment I raised the butcher's knife against my cousin Shang Ying, that was when I was truly cruel and cruel."
"It's because I couldn't see myself clearly. I felt that I had to put down the bloody butcher knife in my hand, put on clean clothes, drag my elegant young man's body with my defeated soul, and throw myself into the eternal life that everyone yearns for. On the road.”
"When you close your eyes, there will be such a beautiful woman who has cared for herself, with a heart that will never change until death, mixed with blood, shining, standing on the other side of the River of Forgetfulness, looking at me from a distance, With such sad and unrepentant eyes, he watched me drift away and lose my book."
"Day and night, life after life, my soul is covered with layers of guilt and heaviness, making my walk on this road dusty and difficult."
The rumbling 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 sinister fire: "I miss 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.
The most important person I once hid in my heart has become a nightmare that I can't get rid of in my life. She seems to be always behind me, looking at me from a distance. I am afraid of her eyes, but also scared that she will leave, struggling and entangled. It tortured me for hundreds of years. "
Erhe Zhanxin looked at Meng Zifei who was in such a state, and unexpectedly discovered that the depth of his sinking was really surprising. He chuckled in a low voice: "Until you entered the ghost mountain and saw Yougui Lang?"
Meng Zifei's expression suddenly became extremely indifferent and affirmative: "Until I entered the ghost mountain and saw Yougui 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, living in black and white 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. There was deep pain and sadness in the depths of his black eyes. At that moment, it seemed to be smoothed away by an invisible force and disappeared. In the end, only the wilderness was left. Frost-like indifference.
He suddenly felt a little tired.
So, for two hundred years, the sword and fly whisk that had never left the body fell into the sea of Shen Yuan.
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 in all directions, and were dull. There was no emotion in them that humans should have. He said seriously: "I will not inherit the Sixth River."
Erhe Xianxin's smile froze, and he couldn't help but asked in confusion: "Why?"
Meng Zifei suddenly smiled, his eyes fixed on his mask: "If I become a demon, I would even like to become the third river."
Zang Xin was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing: "Third River, Third River, you are very good, you are even better than Yougui Lang, Meng Zifei!"
The third river in the demon world is second only to him in ability.
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. Variety.
As for Sanhe Wangyi, he personally killed the previous river master when he was a teenager and became the second No. 3 River in the Demon Realm.
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.
Now, for such a little monk in the Tuohai realm, he doesn't want the Liuhe given to him, and wants to become the Three Rivers.
What a big tone and heart!
However, he was really starting to look 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 follow."
As if to verify his words, the black dragon entrenched in the clouds opened its mouth and bit Bailian.
It didn't use your eyes to gaze, and the continuous rainstorm didn't turn it into a golden color.
The purpose of the serpent is clear.
It wants to swallow Balian into its belly, not kill 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 spear. The spear blade rose through the wind and hit a dragon's tooth hard, causing a violent silver splash. Splatter.
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 shot 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, and the insidious and vicious flying sword also disappeared. And passed away, disappeared.
But in an instant, the same jet-black flying sword flew out from between his eyebrows and streaked into the distance in the sky.
Zhanxin raised his hand to bite the small sword, with a pleasant and teasing smile on his face: "This is not okay. If you ruin my good deeds, how can I let you leave so easily."
Just after 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.
