Chapter 982: This world appears.

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A one-page book has withstood hundreds of years of frost. It holds a lot of memories.

But as the frost and snow invade, this page will eventually fade.

The wind picked up and the cicadas chirped. Will you still hear it? The cicada wakes up before the autumn wind moves, secretly planning to die without knowing it.

In one hundred years of life, Chu Cheng lost very few people, all because he didn't know that in this life, that person could no longer hear him.

That person, for Chu Cheng. It is the one that carries the heaviest weight among this one.

This weight, even after tens of thousands or millions of years, will not be forgotten at the last moment of his death.

I thought we could only meet again in dreams, but I didn't expect to see each other today.

This is no longer a dream, but a reality.

The demonic clone pinched the palm of his hand hard with his fingertips. The skin and flesh penetrated layer by layer, and the blood circulated. He clearly felt the pain and finally confirmed that this was not an illusion.

The fingers wrapped around the black hair were like strumming a string at this moment, not stopping.

With that finger as the center, with every violent movement, there are waves. In just one breath, the entire hundred-level clearing formed a huge rippling lake.

This lake should be like a lake. The blue light is sparkling, flowing up and down, and under the white snow in the waves, it seems to freeze in an instant.

The man in white clothes slowly retreated towards the back. Feeling the movement, Xiu Mei frowned slightly.

The movement of footsteps on the ground made the ups and downs more violent, as if ice shards were being stepped on, flying all over the sky and swirling around the body.

The demonic clone was approaching forward step by step in panic and unconsciousness. But his mind was still in shock.

The man in white felt that the hand on the other side was powerless even though it was held in the ball of light. Just use a little force. You can take this thing away from this person.

But when I felt the ripples in all directions, I felt endless emotions in my heart.

The man in white's eyes fell on the opponent's palm, and he felt an increasingly familiar aura. The invisible emotion lasted longer.

A pair of eyes slowly closed and opened instantly. At the same time as she opened her eyes, a hint of scarlet appeared in her beautiful eyes.

At the same time as the scarlet color appeared, the world in all directions shook, making the torrential fireworks in the surrounding walls even more violent, but they were unable to impact the place where the two of them were standing.

There are countless clues all around.

These are thin white lines intersecting between the two of them. Wrong and wrong again and again, connected to each other.

The man in white frowned again and again when he saw these thin white lines.

These are all lines of cause and effect. Xian and Bai Zhong show that there is no connection between the two people in time.

Just at the next moment, a ray of yellow line appeared from the body of the white-haired man opposite.

, connected with itself. Let this brow freeze your gaze.

"Xiaoyi...has a deep connection with this person."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man in white's expression suddenly changed. The heart is shaking.

Just because he saw it, behind this yellow line. In that palm, a finger wrapped with green silk had billowing red mist rising up, turning into thousands of strands, and suddenly connected to the body.

This made the man in white feel in a trance at this moment. Feeling confused.

With thousands of crimson strands connecting behind him, the green silk in that finger instantly burned to ashes, being scattered and rippled before being submerged.

These red lines are difficult to distinguish between cause and effect. In this world, only oneself and oneself can be so profound.

At this moment, the man in white stopped. There was a heavy breathing sound on the tip of his nose, and his gaze towards the demonic clone was a little solemn.

That was his black hair, but it was in the hands of others.

This was not the first time for the man in white to see the demonic clone. He had already seen it from a distance at the Rakshasa Gate. At that time, the cause and effect line appeared, but it did not appear like this.

So, why did his black hair appear in the hands of others?

The demonic clone was still in shock, even though he had already been prepared in his heart. At the moment he saw it, his mind was already shaken and he suddenly realized.

Until a scream of surprise pulled him out of his panic and brought him back to reality.

"My God, my God! What did Mr. Jian see! She...she...she...isn't she sleeping in Taichu Space? Why does she appear here? And...she... It moves."

Movement is the key. If the person you see is sleeping and lying quietly in front of you, the sword spirit will only think that the demonic clone has moved that person here.

But those who see it will move.

That person lost three souls and six souls, and now he is just an Angelica. How could he appear alive in the world?

"Xue Yao...Senior..." The demonic clone could hear the heartbeat in his chest beating violently, like the roar of a thunder drum.

In the ripples of light, the hand no longer trembled. But his body remains the same.

On this hundredth floor, the peerless grace on the opposite side is clearly reflected in the pupils, extremely clear.

At this time, the demonic clone finally sighed, slowly retracted his outstretched palm, bowed and saluted with an excited tone: "Senior Xue Yao..."

The man in white frowned again, doubting again.

"I don't know why you saluted me, but I am not the Xue Yao you said. My surname is Feng and my first name is Jingjie. You must have recognized the wrong person." Although the man in white had doubts in his heart, he was incomprehensible. Zhong still answered.

After hearing the words, the demonic clone slightly pinched and then let go of his hands. He said with a hint of helplessness: "I forgot that you are in this life. I originally guessed and thought that you existed in this world. But I didn't expect that you and I would meet so quickly."

"It was so fast that I didn't have time to react. I didn't have time to prepare."

The man in white frowned again after hearing this. He looked at the demonic clone carefully for a moment, and then said: "I still don't understand what you are talking about. It's just that this destiny thing must be what Master said is the most powerful magical power in all worlds, and you just give it up to me like this?" Don’t you want to fight for it?”

"Master said, I am the only one in the world who can reach the hundred floors of Zhuxian Pavilion. I didn't expect that besides me, there would be others. As expected of Mo Chen's cultivation. As Master said, I This time when you enter the world, the only ones who need to be careful are you and Mo Chen."

"As a cultivator of Mo Chen, who is above all realms, how can you not fight with me?"

The demonic clone was not surprised at all when the man in white recognized that he was from Mochen.

Although the Mochen World has been covered in dust for countless years, and not many people in the world know about it, there are still some people who pay attention.

The demonic clone knew that the gap between the two was too great, like the distance between heaven and earth.

No matter how high the earth rises, it will only form mountain peaks.

This mountain peak is ten thousand feet or one hundred thousand feet tall. Even if it extends to tens of thousands or billions of feet. Nor can it touch the zenith.

Even if you use all means and all strategies. Still unable to reverse the situation.

In this situation, how can he fight?

This is a mountain with an invisible top, running straight down from the top of the clouds, blocking him in front of him. Make him feel powerless.

However, these are the words of the person in front of you. Although the person in front of him is not Senior Xueyao, but this person.

But in his heart, he is still the senior Xue Yao whom he admires the most.

I dare not disobey her words.

"Okay." The demonic clone nodded, slowly stretched out his hand, and fell into the light again.

At the same time, the black mist surged.

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