Plug your head full of hairpin flowers

Tang, holding a chess piece in his hand, facing a blank chessboard, remained motionless. Under the dim light of the hall, he looked like a golden Buddha statue.

As if he had just come to his senses, he hurriedly stood up holding the chess piece: "The old man Lu Xuanzhi is the head of the Zhenyuan sect. Forgive me."

"It's okay." Zhan Li glanced at the wooden chess pieces and the blank chessboard, and could tell that they were old objects for several years, and the black chess pieces were dyed with ink, which had been faded by rubbing.

"I have no other purpose in this trip, but I am fortunate enough to meet Xin Ting. I want to ask whether what the head of Lu said, that Xin Ting deceived his master and destroyed his ancestors, is true."

Lu Xuanzhi put the chess piece in his hand back into the chess cup, paused, and then sneered: "What happened back then was a family affair of my Zhenyuan Sect, God Lord..."

"I have no intention of interfering, but... speaking of it, Xinting can be regarded as my savior after I lose all my powers. Anyway, I just want to know, Xinting, whether he is good or evil."

Lu Xuanzhi didn't answer directly, but suddenly changed the subject: "Senior brother's name is Ning Shiren, and he was raised by Master since he was a child. This chess was carved by Senior Brother Ning himself and given to Master. It's a pity, now, Master Brother Ning has died at the hands of Xinting, I have seen it with my own eyes! It is true, it was the sword of the senior brother, and it was broken in the brother's body when Xinting killed the senior brother! I hate Xinting...it is still at the funeral At this time, take away the body of the senior brother! What he has done, ten thousand deaths will not pay for it!"

"what……"

But Zisong laughed softly: "So, I'm starting to like Xin Ting, it's very interesting."

Zhan Li choked for a moment, speechless, seeing Lu Xuanzhi's face getting more and more ugly, he quickly asked again: "Did the master really see it with his own eyes?"

"Yes. There is absolutely no lie!"

Lu Xuanzhi tried his best to emphasize, but did not make his words more credible. Seeing the hesitation in Zhanli's eyebrows, he smiled coldly: "Since the god trusts Xinting, then go and see for yourself."

"See for yourself?"

"Exactly. Our Zhenyuan sect is good at using the five elements, eight trigrams, and strange methods to form arrays. There is an array in it, which is called the past. It can be traced back to memory. The gods have a heart, so go and see for yourself."

"What about Xinting? Where is Xinting?"

Lu Xuanzhi glanced at Zi Chong, knowing the difference between humans and ghosts. These two gods really wanted to rob people, and it would be difficult to fight against them with all the strength of the sect. According to the rules, if Xinting deceives the master and destroys the ancestors, he should be killed without mercy, but the senior brother would rather die without leaving the bones, and this old man just wants to get back the bones of the senior brother."

☆, promise of life and death

Zhanli was shocked immediately: "Are you interrogating him?"

Zi Sui immediately smiled slightly, raised his hand, and there was a faint red light flowing in his eyes, and when he heard the word torture, a certain kind of brilliance lit up.

Lu Xuanzhi has been disturbed by ordinary things for a long time, and his body is visibly sluggish day by day. He coughed a few times before he recovered, and said with a sneer: "So what, I am old, but I am called Xinting Junior Brother. Today, let’s reflect on what he did back then.”

"What... what are you planning?"

Lu Xuanzhi didn't respond, but just waved to invite, bowing respectfully: "If the god wants to know, just come with the old man."

Zhanli subconsciously glanced at Zisong, and Zisong snorted softly, and followed Lu Xuanzhi out with his hands behind his back. He forgave him for not daring to calculate anything, let alone...

He really wants to see what kind of situation it is to deceive the master and destroy the ancestors.

He also likes the world very much. What Zhanli likes is that the world is full of fireworks, bright and gorgeous, but what he likes is the darkness in this world. The one with few desires presides over stealing meat and meat, and prefers to watch those who repay kindness and revenge with grievances. He can't see a lot of joy in this world, and Zhanli is the same. He can't see that there is no love everywhere in this world, which is very good.

Reminding him all the time, you and that quasi-god are not from the same world. He is held up in the sky, but you are trampled on the ground.

However, Zhanli didn't see through Zisong's inner struggle, but followed behind him with a smile, raised his head slightly, looked at his tall and resolute back, and followed Lu Xuanzhi's guidance together.

The buildings of the True Essence Sect are stacked on top of each other, with nine twists and turns, all the way around, and finally arrived at the most remote corner, and then go around, and the eyes suddenly open up.

A small waterfall rushes down from the hillside that is more than two people high, startling a snow-white water drop jumping, converging into a small pond, and there is a huge stone in the pond, densely covered with dazzling formations, All kinds of rays of light were emitted, and Xinting curled up into a ball, hugging his knees tightly, lying in the center of the boulder and formation, the water splashed his clothes, he trembled, and squeezed out a sound from the depths of his throat A hoarse growl.

"Xinting!"

Lu Xuanzhi shook his head, and calmly stopped Zhanli: "He can't hear you."

"What are these formations for?"

"Just let him watch over and over again, how he deceived his master and exterminated his ancestors, and killed his master and senior brother."

Zhanli frowned tightly when he heard the words, he really suspected that Xinting had other plans, but no matter what, he didn't think that Xinting would make such a big mistake, so he frowned and walked forward Means: "As long as I am in that formation, I can see Xinting's memories?"

"Yes. As long as the gods step into the formation, they will be able to see with their own eyes what Xinting did back then."

Zhanli took a look at the shining formations layered upon layer upon layer, stepped forward, walked to Zisong's side, and said softly, "You wait for me here."

Zi Song didn't respond, but turned his head to look at him, and he smiled softly: "I'll go to Penglai with you after I figure out the ins and outs."

He was silent for a moment, replied "OK", and then said: "You say that, you want to prevent me from massacring and destroying the True Yuan Sect."

There is no doubt that this is an obvious affirmation.

So Zhanli didn't hide much, and readily admitted: "Yes, so can you wait for me here?"

Zi Song wanted to say yes, I will obediently wait for you here, and guard you, but before he could speak, he felt that there was suddenly overwhelming rebellion in his heart, why did he have to be so obedient?

"No. Shatong takes killing as his life. If you ask me not to kill someone, it is no different from asking me to hold my breath until I suffocate myself to death. It is impossible for me to control myself."

Zhanli retracted the corner that he had just taken a step away, looked back at him, and was silent for a moment, then lowered his eyelids: "I see. Let's go together."

"what?"

"I said come together, go with me. Zisong, I really shouldn't ask you to wait for me, so come with me, and I will watch you."

"you……"

Zhanli thought that there was a restraint on his body, which was specially designed to prevent children from evil spirits, so he took another step forward, and then turned around: "Let's go."

Zi Sui sneered, and the evil spirit in his palm jumped slightly: "Do you think you can suppress me now?"

"Indeed, I can't. I've lost all my energy. This restriction is formed by evil spirits. I don't know how long it can last. If you want to kill me, it's easier than killing ordinary people, but...Zi Chong, didn't you say But, you also want to cross the calamity, don’t you want to come and go silently like Poxu? Zi Chong, we still have to cross the calamity.”

Hearing this, he finally clenched his backhand tightly, annihilating the pure black fire in his palm, and followed him into the pool.

Shattering...

When he thought of the peaceful and silent satisfaction when Po Xu died, he felt ridiculous.

In this world, how can there be the feeling of "direct teaching life and death"?

——He didn't believe it, so he felt more and more stupid, too stupid.

Lu Xuanzhi coughed so much that everyone bowed like a shrimp. He watched the two gods step into the old formation one after the other, sitting cross-legged, and beckoned for the little disciple.

"Master?"

"Go. Bring a chair. I want to guard the two gods. Back then, I was almost beaten by Xinting. I have to prevent the two gods from being hurt."

The little disciple hurriedly bowed and agreed, turned around and trotted all the way to move the chair. It wasn't that Lu Xuan had many things to do, it was because he was not in good health. Back then, the position of head of the sect would never have been fulfilled. On his head, although the big brother Ning Shiren is cold-hearted and cold-hearted, he is extremely talented in formations, and he is proficient in swordsmanship. It is the so-called modest and beautiful Taoist who leaves no trace of being exiled.

In addition, since he was a child, he helped the head of the sect with the affairs of the sect. In the hearts of the juniors, he is equivalent to the head of the sect. When it comes to the candidate for the next head, no one is more suitable than the elder brother, but...

Such an excellent person was unexpectedly broken into the hands of such a bully as Xin Ting for no reason, to the point where there was no bones left.

Lu Xuanzhi sighed again when he remembered the past of his old friend, his face was even more ugly, he just sat upright, facing the formation in front of him and the people in it.

But he said Zhanli and his party.

There are also reasons for the True Essence Sect to hold a place in the world, and this mysterious formation is one of them.

Formation, the so-called Qimen Dunjia technique, was invented by human beings to communicate with gods, divination and prediction, but this communication did not work out. The gods and Buddhas in the fairy court disdain this thing, no matter how much ordinary people pray , It is also the same when it should be dry when it is dry, and when it should be flooded, so Zhanli didn't learn it in Yinyang School, but just did some understanding out of curiosity.

Odd, that is, B, C, and D, and the door refers to the eight gates of opening, rest, life, death, surprise, injury, Du, and scene. There are more than [-] different arrangements, and among the eight gates, opening, rest, and birth are the three gates of life, and death, shock, and injury are the three gates of death. Only Du Hejing is the Zhongping gate. will not happen.

However, it is not so easy to accurately find the door of life from more than [-] permutations and combinations!

As soon as Zhanli and Zisong stepped into the formation, they realized that there were two different worlds inside and outside. From the outside, everything was normal, but when they stepped in, they found that the inside was a thick mist, and they couldn't even stretch out their hands. , the more you wave your hands, the thicker the condensation becomes.

Zi Chong walked in behind him, lost the person in front of him, hurriedly called out "Zhan Li", and was about to unleash his evil spirit, Zhan Li hurriedly took another step forward, and then said: "Zhan Li! Don't mess around!" Move, I have restrictions on me, I am here!"

Hearing this, he suddenly became quiet.

The mist climbed up like vines and entwined around his body. Zhanli found that the formation had a treacherous temper. If it didn't struggle, it was very gentle. Once it struggled, the more it moved, the more ferocious it was bound. Listen carefully, Sure enough, from the other side of the mist, Zi Chong's low roar came, and he reminded loudly: "Zi Chong! Don't move!"

After the words fell, the growling over there stopped.

He gave a low laugh in the mist, and said very softly: "Good boy."

Afterwards, the whole body was wrapped in mist, and a deep sense of exhaustion and sleepiness swept over him. Zhan Li closed his eyes, struggled for a while, but couldn't open them again, until he fell into a deep sleep.

Zisong... what would he dream of?

When he opened his eyes again, it was snowing heavily.

It wasn't cold, it was clear that the goose feather snow was being dragged by the wind and danced, but he didn't feel the wind. He took a step out and stood in the snowdrift, his feet were covered by ice and snow, but he couldn't leave a single footprint. He stretched out his hand, A cluster of large snowflakes just passed through his palm.

——This is probably Xinting’s memory.

Zhanli glanced sideways, and finally saw two people in blue clothes standing quietly in the snow without trace, one was holding a sword in his hand and was in full bloom, while the other showed a little youthful spirit, obviously younger in age Some, although far away, did not prevent him from recognizing the sword at a glance, it was the one that had not been broken.

in this case……

That young man was Ning Shiren, the master brother of the Zhenyuan Sect who was killed, and that young man was probably Xinting when he was young.

He couldn't hear the conversation between the two of them, and couldn't find Zi Chong, so he ran forward, but in the blink of an eye, Xin Ting stepped forward first, and the two started fighting!

what happened?

Zhanli finally ran all the way there, but stretched out his hand and passed through the body of the boy Xinting!

Damn!

He can only watch, but cannot interfere with Xinting's past!

After a closer look, I found that Xin Ting was already covered in wounds, and scattered bloodstains scattered on the nearby snow. With a smile similar to Zisong's, but a little different.

Zisong's smile reveals a deep yearning for killing, while Xinting...

But mixed with despair.

☆、Fucking in the same room

"Kill me! Brother! If you hate me, kill me to relieve your hatred!"

As described by Lu Xuanzhi, Ning Shiren is a cold-hearted and cold-faced person. Even if the sword is pointed at his junior brother, he has no fluctuations. On that indifferent face, he didn't even do anything to his junior brother. He was astonished as he should be, but the sword move that he kept everywhere showed hesitation in his heart.

He sighed deeply, Xinting was not his opponent at all: "Xinting...you..."

However, Xinting quickly stopped him from continuing to speak, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and stared at the bag in his hand: "Brother, you don't have to say anything, just kill me, what I did It's really what the heavens punished me, I don't want to argue, if I die in the hands of my brother, I have no complaints or regrets."

"You shouldn't... Xinting, you shouldn't!"

"I know I shouldn't, but I just did it. Senior Brother, Brother Ning, I came to the True Essence Sect when I was eight years old, and I was raised by you. I didn’t die in the blizzard, I plotted and plotted, and I was dirty, senior brother, brother Ning, if you do me a favor, my wish will be fulfilled, let me die in your hands.”

Ning Shiren was silent for a while, and finally waved his hand and shook his head: "You are really crazy."

"I'm crazy. Brother Ning, you shouldn't raise me to grow up, you raised me, and you don't want me anymore. How can I not be crazy, how can I not be a demon?"

"you……!"

Xinting finally pushed forward again, and made a killer move every step of the way. In those young and youthful eyes, there was despair rolling like a deep sea, but Ning Shiren frowned and retreated blindly, even unwilling to draw a sword, so Xin Ting made a wrong hand, reached out and snatched the slender, elegant, and shining silver handbag into his hand.

"Since senior brother is unwilling to do anything, if I die under the responsibility, I will repay your kindness to senior brother."

Seeing that he was about to slit his neck, Ning Shiren didn't even think about it, he took a step forward and grabbed the sharp blade firmly, blood dripping from between his fingers scorched the snow.

"Xin Ting! I tried my best to protect your life from Master back then. I didn't let you harm me, nor did I let you die to settle everything!"

He waved his hand, blood spattered in an arc, and then took a deep look at him, his voice was colder than the cold winter, but his heart was hotter than the blood on the snow: "Xin Ting, I will give it to you , even if I live up to the friendship that raised you all these years, from now on, you have been expelled from the school. This sword means to live up to my original intention, and I hope you will not disappoint my original intention of taking you in, and then do harm to the world Things."

After saying that, he turned around and left, his back was determined, only the blood from the palm of his hand dripped all the way.

Zhanli kept silent and turned his eyes away, not daring to look at the sad and desperate eyes of the young Xinting again. If the deceased returned to the sect during this trip, how could he die for no reason?How did the sword break?What the hell did Xinting do?

None of these doubts were resolved, but more and more!

He kept watching Ning Shiren go all the way until his back disappeared, while Xinting stood where he was, not daring to chase, not daring to move, holding the sword tightly, and was instantly swallowed by the goose feather snow, turning into a snowman.

Just like that, Xinting stood from the time of snow blindness to the sunset on the western mountain. The setting sun was dyed blood on the snow, and Zhanli had to wait with him.After a long time, when he wondered if Xinting was frozen, Xinting finally stumbled and chased forward with his sword in his arms. He roared and shouted "Senior brother" and "Brother Ning", but the front was completely confused, and there was no response. There was no one he was looking for.

Until a ball of fireworks suddenly exploded ahead, flying into the sky with a long tail whistle, which made Xin Ting tremble.

——Zhan Li didn't know, but he knew that it was the firework news sent by the Zhenyuan faction to ask for help urgently!

"Senior brother!" His legs were buried deep in the snow, his steps were slowed down, and even the clothes around his waist were already wet with snow, but at this moment he started to run crazily and quickly, wading out of the snow in the snow. A straight path.

However, it was too late, and Zhanli finally understood how Ning Shiren died.

——He was lying on his back on the snowy ground, blood was splashed all over the ground, his hands were almost torn off, his bones were broken into pieces, only a layer of skin and flesh was temporarily connected, even his internal organs were pulled out, and his bloody heart was still there It was pulsating, and there was ruins all over the body, obviously the traces left after the fierce battle, and not far away, lay a blue-gray beast that looked like a cow, and its body was blown to pieces by the formation.

It is rhinoceros.

According to the "Shan Hai Jing", the rhinoceros, a strange beast that can eat people.

Obviously, after he fought Xiqu fiercely, he finally became the final winner. However, even Zhanli, who couldn't smell the smell of blood, couldn't help but feel nauseous due to such a tragic situation, let alone... that boy.

He subconsciously turned his head back, only to see Xinting throwing his head back and roaring for a long time, then he scrambled and rushed to Ning Shiren's side, covered in frost and blood, trembling like sifting chaff, he touched his cheek tremblingly : "Brother...Brother Ning...Brother!"

Ning Shiren is not dead yet, he really feels the pain of being swallowed alive, just like returning to the light, he still has the strength, with that bright red hand that can still move, he gently lifts it up, maybe he wants to die again Touched the head of junior brother Xin Ting, but after all he couldn't lift it that high, so he held it up and down, and Xin Ting grabbed him tightly: "Brother Ning!"

He vomited a mouthful of blood, his vision was distracted, but his canthus was tearing due to the pain, and the blue veins bulged. The whole body was lying in a pool of blood, and the squeeze between breaths made the internal organs squeezed out more and more by the remaining muscles. Said: "It hurts...it hurts...kill...kill...me..."

let him die.

He couldn't bear it for a moment, but he didn't know when he would be able to bleed out and die.

It hurts so much...

"Brother..." Xinting was in a hurry, he let go of Ning Shiren's hand, and went to cover his wound, but his abdominal cavity was open, how could he stop it with his hands?He even discovered for the first time that in a human body, under the thin layer of skin and flesh, there are so many organs and so much blood, which seems to flow endlessly, forming a sea of ​​blood. Following the wind and snow all over the sky, it spread to his heart.

He just knelt in front of his blood-drenched senior brother Ning Zhanren, crying "Senior brother" and "Brother Ning" in despair, one after another, hoarse, and trembling, he touched his face, stained with blood, as if I can't feel it at all.

Even Zhan Li couldn't help but take a step back.

Because he can also guess what choice the young Xinting made in the end.

Ning Shiren's eyes were slack and he was unable to struggle. Don't look over his head and stare at the handle. Before he was about to die, he really felt the pain even more, and it was even more cruel than the torture.

"Kill...kill...pain..."

He couldn't speak clearly, he couldn't make a sound, he was weak and weak, but Xinting could understand what he meant without bending over to listen, he held the sword tightly, ignoring the sharp edge to cut his clothes His face was icy cold, as if he was frozen and did not heave, but hot tears welled up the moment he opened his mouth, and he said, "Senior brother...you don't deserve to die, senior brother, I was wrong... I knew I was wrong... Brother, you shouldn't die!"

He admits all kinds of mistakes, he is willing to take any punishment, he only wants his brother to live, he wants him to be well, whether he wants to marry a wife and have children, or he doesn't care about him for the rest of his life, he just wants his brother to live.

"I don't want anything anymore...Senior Brother, Brother Ning...I don't want it anymore, don't ask for it, don't die, you shouldn't die..."

However, the only response to him was Ning Shiren's last soft chants - "pain".

So Xinting didn't dare to hesitate anymore, he was crying, he was covered in blood, he was trembling and desperate, he raised his sword, raised his "beginning of the heart", and stabbed Ning Shiren's naked chest, still pulsating Hot blood spurted out of his heart, splashed all over his face, and finally fell back into his chest together with tears.

"Brother... this is the most severe punishment you have given me in your life, but why... how..." Xin Ting was speechless, he bent down, and kissed him with lips moistened by tears With his already cold forehead, he smoothed out his messy hair, covered his eyes that were almost torn apart with his hands, but stained his face with blood, making him look even more sad and desperate. He held his face, and whispered softly, "Why is it you, damn it, it's always me, the heinous one, brother, are you right? Brother..."

However, that person will not respond to him again.

Zhanli's breathing stagnated, as if a knife was flowing through his veins, swimming along the veins and entering the heart, stabbing at the softest and tenderest place.

Lu Xuanzhi was right.

The big brother of the True Yuan Sect, Ning Shiren, died at the hands of Xinting.

Then Xinting...did he do something wrong again?

He stretched out his hands, those hands were clean, not even a cocoon could be seen, these hands will be the gods of the vernal equinox in the future, the hands that bring spring to this frail world, but before that, they must be killed Zi Chong, stained with dirty blood, then...

What kind of mood will it be after killing Zisong? Is it the same as Xinting now?

He didn't have time to think about it, but he saw in the distance that the young Taoist Lord in blue had already led his crowd towards him. Needless to say, since he was Lu Xuanzhi in his youth, Xinting had obviously noticed it, and quickly grabbed the hilt of his sword, He leaned down and said something again, the voice was too soft, Zhan Li didn't hear him, he just pulled out his sword and wanted to run away, because it was too hasty, even the blade broke between Ning Shiren's ribs.

——When the sword was broken, it was the time when his original intention was completely lost.

Zhan Li saw Xinting's back disappearing from Feixue, while the young Lu Xuanzhi lay on his senior brother's still warm but horrific corpse, crying hoarsely, and promised to kill Xinting to avenge his senior brother.

Immediately, before he could think about it, there was a sudden flash in front of his eyes, and the intense weightlessness hit him, causing the wound in his chest to ache, and faintly oozing blood, the scene in front of him was mottled and broken, like a crumpled curtain After tearing the paper, there is endless darkness.

At first, he thought it was just an extra mystery of this formation, but when he realized something was wrong, he was already swallowed by the darkness that could not be seen.

--not good!

☆, the gate of life and death

Lu Xuanzhi was sitting by the pool, guarding the old formation that was on the verge of being broken.I thought that it would take some time for Xinting to break through the old formation, but after Zisong and Zhanli also entered the formation, they disrupted the balance of the original formation, causing Xinting to struggle quickly. It's broken!

Fortunately, he had been on guard for a long time. After the formation of the year was activated, another formation of fog hidden under the formation of the year was activated. The gray-white mist condensed into cotton and wrapped Xinting tightly in it. He took his time Standing up quickly, he chuckled: "Xin Ting, have you seen what you did? Do you know your fault?"

In those years, the scenes of the death of the master and the senior brother were repeated in the formation all the time. He did kill Ning Shiren with his own hands, but it was a kind of redemption based on his own pain.

Xin Ting shook his head, and stood motionless in the mist: "Brother Xuanzhi, I admit it. If you want to blame me, I admit it. But I didn't run away. In the past 60 years, I myself have not let me go." Myself, I have my own things to do, and I am also making atonement, senior brother...Senior Brother Xuanzhi, in the future, I will return this life to the sect master and senior fellow."

Lu Xuanzhi sneered, the formation moved as he wished, and the mist twisted and sprayed upwards like a tornado. Xinting couldn't see it clearly, so he just waved his hand and split the mist, and then jumped back, and jumped out of the boulder in the pool !

He saw the weapon in his hand clearly, and was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood: "How dare you use it! Are you worthy!"

So Xin Ting obediently put the burden into his arms again, patted it carefully, and said in a low voice: "It's okay, I'll use it for a while."

"You are not worthy! Xinting! In terms of past friendship, if you return the body of your brother, I will spare your life!"

Xinting took a look at Zisong and Zhanli, who were completely unconscious in the formation, and guessed that he would not hurt the two gods, so he ran back again: "Senior brother Xuanzhi, wait a little longer, wait a little longer, we will meet you in the future." There will be an ending. Don’t chase me, the formation was broken back then, and the two gods were trapped in the formation, and I don’t know what will happen, so the right way is to release the two gods first!”

"you……!"

However, Lu Xuanzhi was too late to pursue, and Xinting had already disappeared into the mountains in a few ups and downs.

"Master!"

The little disciple behind wanted to chase, but was stopped by Lu Xuanzhi: "That's all! You are not his opponent, go and see the god!"

As soon as he took a step, he saw that the broken old formation suddenly shook, so that the ground shook and the mountains shook, and even stones rolled down from the low hillside, plopping and falling into the pool, and there was a gust of wind The masterpiece, the power disorder and riot, Lu Xuanzhi even had to raise his hand to cover his face: "Not good! The god has touched the door of death!"

There are only three death gates in the eight gates of this strange art of dunjia, how could they be right, with a three-eighth chance of touching the death gate!

"Master! What should we do?"

Lu Xuanzhi's eyes widened in horror, coughed again and again, and murmured: "This is not good... the door of death is touched, and all the rules are completely destroyed. I am afraid it will take days and nights to get out of here Go out and find the door of life!"

But in the past few days and nights, who knows what will happen to the two gods!

"Could it be... do we have to wait for a few days and nights?"

He shook his head again, and took two steps forward: "It depends on the god...whether he can find the door of life before us."

In the past, the array was only aimed at individuals, so Zhan Li and Chong Xinting couldn't see each other, and they didn't know what the other party saw. Although gentle, now he is broken and chaotic. He is in a dark void, empty of people, vast and boundless, with no end in sight, and no child.

He tried to take two steps forward, but he couldn't find the exit. He knew it was a formation. There was a door of life and a door of death, but he couldn't find it. There was not even a sign in this nothingness, let alone distinguishing it. Position, how to talk about breaking the formation, not to mention that he doesn't know how to do it at all.

Back then, the formation was not aggressive, and it would not hurt the lives of the people in the formation—as long as he didn't struggle too much.

However, Zisong is different.

He didn't know the profundity of the formation technique, and he was not afraid of death. Once the formation collapsed, the emptiness and emptiness opened up the deepest old wound in his heart. The blood was dripping, which made him struggle subconsciously, with a rage , slammed left and right, but hit the dead door by mistake, causing the formation to burst, and the vibration even passed through two different time and space, and was transmitted to Zhanli!

"Zi Sui! Are you there!"

However, no one responded in the void, and then the void was torn and crumpled like a curtain, and the dazzling light penetrated through the gaps, and the messy memories were crowded together, split into fragments and superimposed on each other, layer by layer. Zhanli was dizzy, two different spaces actually tore a big gap, Zhanli was violently attracted by this gap, his headache was about to split, he felt severe weightlessness, and even pressed the wound, blood oozing from his chest, waist and abdomen Come, he plummeted down, and sure enough, in the pitch-black nothingness, he saw Zi Song!

The two different spaces merged into one, Zhan Li let out a low growl and called out "Zi Sui".

Without hesitation, he jumped up, and in the violently vibrating nothingness and darkness, he caught the person who fell towards him from the high sky, and the restraint burned his hands and chest, and the evil spirit came from the wound. It was like a puff of black smoke, but he didn't seem to feel anything.

It doesn't hurt.

Because he suddenly discovered that this was in the same boundless darkness as when he was a child, but it was different from when he was a child. He didn't have to face this darkness, this nothingness alone, and there were other people there.

Zhanli...he is here.

It is not the vain and obsessive fantasy of 800 years ago. He really exists and is really in his arms.

——He suddenly felt that being buried together in this endless hopeless situation with the formation collapsed like this was probably the best and most stable ending.

"Zi Sui! Let go! There are restrictions!"

He didn't listen, just grinned and grinned, "Zhanli, shall we die here together?"

Zhanli was stunned, seeing the black smoke rising higher and higher, he stretched out his hand and pushed hard to struggle, he turned around and landed steadily, just cursed "crazy", but almost fell due to the vibration of the formation.

"Damn! Looking at the situation, you must have touched the door of death!"

Only then did Zi Sui feel the pain belatedly, and shook his hands lightly, but his hands and chest still kept chirping, and the black air was haunting, like the corrosion caused by splashing acid water.

"So what? If you die, you die."

"you……!"

Zhan Li was so angry that his chest heaved, and he was almost knocked down by a shock again. The formation was shattered and hard to support, and it shattered like glass. The light and shadow were mottled, and the darkness was broken. Zisong's memories and Zhanli's memories overlapped together , too many double images so that nothing can be seen clearly, the sound is blurred, and the noise is so loud that the ears hurt, but the white light is shining, but it does not bring hope.

It only takes a moment for this formation to break, once it completely collapses, they are really doomed to die in the formation!

But in this short period of time, how could he find a three-eighth chance of life in this nothingness?

At this moment, there was a flash in the void, and then a thick and loud voice came from the sky above: "Shenjun!"

Zhanli was surprised: "Lu Xuanzhi? Is it the head of Lu!"

The voice could obviously be heard, and he immediately responded: "Yes! Listen up, Shenjun! Xinting has broken the formation and fled, the formation is unstable, and he accidentally touched the gate of death. There are two gates of life, two gates of death and two gates of Zhongping, which are difficult to break through from the outside, the god must hurry up to find the gates of life and break through from the inside!"

"But..." It was easy to say, but he couldn't even find the door!

"Shenjun! The door of death that you broke just now is in the opposite direction, which is the door of life!"

Zhanli immediately turned to look at Zisong: "Where did you attack just now?"

Zi Song frowned: "I didn't know, it's pitch black and empty, not even a sign."

He just bombed randomly to vent his anger. After Zhan came over, he walked around, turned around and deviated from his original position. He couldn't tell the direction for a long time.

Seeing that the white light in the sky above his head was getting worse, and the formation was destroyed only for a moment, Lu Xuanzhi's voice came through again, and he only urged "quick", Zhanli made a decisive decision: "Then do it again!"

"what?"

"I said, do it again." He said, looking at his feet, "The place you are now is the place where you just jumped up and landed. You haven't turned around, so keep the current direction, Turn around and take a step forward."

Zi Song glanced at him, hesitated for a moment, a shard of the formation above his head crashed down like broken glass, and disappeared suddenly on top of his head, so he took a deep breath, turned around obediently, and took a step forward.

Zhanli coughed lightly, did not dare to move, and bit harder: "Take a step."

He gave a "tsk" and muttered "Keep an inch", and then took another step back to the original place, then bent his knees and lowered the weight.