I don’t know how long it took, but Meng’er finally turned to the last page of the book.
The concluding paragraph, the ink is very dry, seems to have been written not long ago.
"I can save millions of people in the world from fire and water, but I can't save our love.
I could grasp the endless aura of heaven and earth, but I missed you in the end.
Dreams eventually wake up, and people gather and disperse.
If there is an afterlife, we will be together day and night.
treasure. "
Hundreds of pages record the bits and pieces of decades, recording Liangchen’s fantastic experience from building a foundation to becoming a god. It is like a cultivation handbook of a cultivator with incredible luck, but it is more like a book about love. Notes about longing.
Chou Qing'er on the side finally understood at this moment that the love buried in the man who seemed to be calm and calm was so strong and deep!
In the best years, I meet the person I love most, but I have no ability to give happiness.
When I gained the ability to control everything, I discovered that my first love was already a woman.
Baiyun Canggou, fate plays tricks on people.
Time is also luck, fate is also fate.
Meng'er's tears were like the torrential rain in Dragon City during the rainy season, they kept flowing and flowing...
It seemed as if the entire room was being flooded.
I don’t know how long it took, but she finally calmed down.
She looked at the mountains of spiritual fruits and the dazzling array of swords in front of her, but there seemed to be a trace of fear in her eyes, and countless voices in her mind were echoing, arguing, entangled, and tearing...
Finally, her eyes gradually became clear, quiet, resolute, and determined...
She suddenly took out a token shaped like a torch, held it hard, and a trace of mana was instantly injected into it.
There was a creaking sound in the center of the room, accompanied by the rumble of stone slabs on the ground, and a terrifying heat wave, like a ferocious beast lurking underground, escaped and instantly hit the roof wall.
"Buzz..." There was a buzz, and a circular rune suddenly appeared on the roof, emitting a ball of golden light. The flame suddenly dwarfed and became a little more obedient, like a blooming flame flower.
Chou Meng'er threw the thick book in her hand into the fire veins.
"Ah!" A voice from the side exclaimed, and Chou Qing'er almost subconsciously stretched out her hand to grab it.
There was a "stab" sound, but only a scrap of paper was pulled down.
Paper book:
"The Western Sea is vast and magnificent. Although I have words, it is difficult to describe it. The sunset fills the sky, the giant sails reach into the clouds, and the birds cast their eyes towards the setting sun. I miss you."
"Burn!" Chou Meng'er had no expression on her face. She reached out and grabbed the remaining page of paper and threw it directly into the fire.
Then he turned around, walked to the mountain of spiritual fruits, and pushed them with both hands!
"Crash..." Then he pushed the spiritual fruits and the box into the flames.
Hundreds of fruits rolled out of the box, jumping and rolling on the ground, and fell into the flames.
"Sister, what's wrong..."
"Such a good thing!"
"What a pity!"
"Oh my God!"
"..."
Chou Qing'er almost thought she was crazy, so she stamped her feet anxiously and wanted to reach out to stop her, but seeing her face as cold as ice and determined, she only dared to persuade her from the side.
After a stick of incense, the room became empty again.
Meng'er glanced at the dazzling swords around her, and then waved them with one hand.
A group of swords rose into the air like fish, and then fell into the sea of fire.
"Ouch! My sister! My Lord of the City! You are going to offend me..." Chou Qing'er was about to stop her, but when he looked at her expressionless face, he was stunned and speechless.
. . .
Liangchen, who was thousands of miles away, was shocked, stopped in mid-air, and then turned to look in the direction of the demon dragon.
After a moment, he sighed heavily and disappeared into the Qingfeng Plain as if he was running away.
.
When passing by Yanyun Tower,
Liangchen's heart moved and fell quietly.
This place has become inhabited again, presumably because of the news that the aliens have retreated.
But because the future is unclear, there are only a dozen people active in the town. Some are setting up defensive formations and some are repairing houses.
Liangchen's spiritual thoughts enveloped him, and the old man and the two disciples who set up the formation that day had long disappeared. The three of them must be the Yaomang Sect that the formation master of Demon Dragon City asked him to find before he died.
I remember that the old man said that he wanted to go to Magic Dragon City, but for some reason he didn't see him. I wonder if I missed the encounter when I went to Yunmeng Country.
"The only thing we can do is wait and find a few more people."
He was thinking in his mind, and the figure disappeared again.
One month later.
Qingzhou, Bolan City.
Not surprised
Waves and motionless
It is for tranquility.
Vanilla Tinglan
Lush
It's for Zhi.
This Wave City is the sphere of influence of the Jingzhi Sword Sect.
Over the years, during several battles in Zhongzhou, this faction had some foresight. When the enemy advanced, we retreated, and when the enemy retreated, we returned, acting according to the prevailing situation and preserving our strength.
It was originally only a medium force in Qingzhou, but when other sword sects were tortured by war, they quietly grew and became several prominent forces in Qingzhou.
Wave City is located in a landscape, with a river meandering around the city.
The boats on the river are as small as fish, the riverbanks are lush with spiritual grass, and the flowers are as picturesque as the river. It looks like a fairy city in the water.
On this day, a sword light passed through the city, but it did not stop at all. Instead, it shot toward a mountain peak hidden in the clouds and mist outside the city.
The mist in the mountain seemed to be sensing something, and it suddenly changed, revealing several fog dragons circling and swimming around, trying to resist the sword light.
At the same time, several figures shot out of the fog.
"Who is here? Do you have a greeting card?" the leader of the men asked loudly.
The sword light did not speak, but released a sword intent.
The sword intent was like the light of the morning sun, instantly covering the entire mountain. In this morning light sword intent, even the rolling fog dragon became a little fainter, as if it was frozen.
"this!"
Such a powerful sword intent was as vast as the sea. Several disciples guarding the mountain turned pale and were stunned for a moment.
"I didn't expect the sword master to be so fast! I'm so disappointed, this junior!" A middle-aged Confucian scholar stepped out of the fog with his sword at some point.
"The Ye family are all in your mountain?" Liangchen asked calmly.
