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In this long and complicated picture, Xie Mian almost felt that he had passed several lives.

They fell deeper and deeper.

From the beginning, there was a faint light illuminating the road ahead, and gradually, it became quieter and quieter, and the speed of the fall gradually slowed down.

The huge pressure almost squeezed the bones, heart and lungs into a ball, and a sweetness gushed out of Xie Mian's throat, and he couldn't tell whether it was an illusion or reality.

Lu Feizhi's voice rang in his mind.

"Amian, wake up."

Xie Mian slowly opened her eyes, but the pupils were still dilated for a while.He seemed to have been distinguishing for a long time before he recognized the person in front of him as Lu Feizhi, so he moved his lips naturally: "Are you going to kill me this time to prove the Tao? Or are you going to empathize?"

Lu Feizhi: "..."

This is all a mess.

Lu Feizhi felt his teeth itch and wanted to bite Xie Mian, but he was just a wisp of soul after all, so he had to give up."We may be close to the bottom," he explained.

After a while, Xie Mian realized that what Lu Feizhi said was probably true.

Because those illusions that were so numerous one after another, with hidden traps and crises everywhere, are gone now.He woke up.

But Xie Mian couldn't even raise a trace of joy in his heart.

Because I'm so tired.

In this lake, it seems that any trace of emotion that is still fresh can become the target of the devil.

Every illusion is a seesaw and confrontation.

Once envied other children's health and happy family, envy begets jealousy and tempts you to occupy the magpie's nest.

I used to hate the fellow who always made small trips behind your back, but here, a little dislike can turn into resentment, tempting you to kill.

You have such a precious lover in your heart, who tortures you over and over again, asking you to leave life and death.Or betrayal and abandonment, or forced by morality.

Sometimes Xie Mian can tell if it's fake, sometimes he can't tell, it's all supported by his will.No matter what kind of things you encounter, try your best to control your emotions, stick to your heart, and don't do things that you think are wrong.

Repeated and tormented over and over again, too tired.

Xie Mian suddenly realized: Maybe they are already very close to the bottom, but this is probably his limit.

Although he continued to fall, he already felt exhausted and powerless.

Zhong Heng once guessed that Yun Lang cultivated the way of ruthlessness, but Xie Mian didn't believe it at the time.

Yun Lang has brothers who are the same siblings, and after he left this world for thousands of years, he still remembers to keep a trace of blood for him; he has a cherished wife and children, who are willing to give everything, just to create a magic weapon for the child who lost his mother ; He is followed and admired by the two races of people and monsters.

In any case, it doesn't seem like a ruthless way of cultivation.

But now Xie Mian couldn't help but think: If he didn't cultivate the way of ruthlessness, who would be able to endure such torture and waste.

Xie Mian looked at Lu Feizhi in front of her.If it is a normal him, he may be a little worried or blamed-"Why don't you stay in your body well" "Why did you run out again".

But now, he just wanted to save all his energy and have a good talk with Lu Feizhi.

It was as dark as ink all around, and there was no sound.It seemed that there were only the two of them left in the world, head to head, consciousness intertwined, falling slowly.

Xie Mian's mind was numb, remembering his previous struggles in the illusion, he asked softly, "Fei Zhi, is there anything you are afraid of?"

"Yes, of course." Lu Feizhi's voice didn't seem to be able to hear any difficulty or obscurity, as always, "When you just went to Yinxuecheng for a few days, I dreamed that you didn't come back. Zhong Heng was in Yinxuecheng. You begged for a little wife."

For some reason, Xie Mian, who was so exhausted that he didn't even want to move his fingers, felt a heavy stone in his heart, as if a corner had been lifted suddenly.

In fact, Xie Mian couldn't touch Lu Feizhi's body at all, but he couldn't help leaning towards him.The corner of Xie Mian's mouth twitched: "Why do you always fight against my brother?"

Lu Feizhi muttered: "Obviously he doesn't like me."

Xie Mian deliberately teased him: "My brother doesn't have one."

Lu Feizhi said angrily: "If you can go back, you have to go to the doctor's clinic and ask if they can give you some medicine to cure eccentricity."

Xie Mian laughed softly.After laughing for a while, Xie Mian asked in a low voice, "Feizhi, can you still go down?"

He hoped for Lu Fei's ability, but also hoped for Lu Fei's inability.

The Yun family believed that Lu Feizhi was the reincarnation of a god, the son of destiny, so he went crazy with jealousy and tried to frame him several times.But Xie Mian didn't want Lu Feizhi to be the hero at all.

Xie Mian has never been a hero, but he at least understands a very simple and realistic truth, being a hero is definitely not a good thing.

How can you be called a hero without paying a painful price?

Xie Mian has something that is hidden in the deepest part of her heart, and no one has ever told her about it.

On that day, he and Lu Feizhi reunited at Qihe Pass.Standing on the city wall, Lu Feizhi shot a shocking arrow, and a huge Vermillion Bird appeared in the sky, burning demons for thousands of miles.

All the surviving monks at the scene closed their eyes out of shock and self-preservation at the moment when the red Suzaku spread its wings and waved a fiery wind.

Only Xie Mian opened his eyes because the temperature and wind around him were gentle and warm, so he saw it.

He saw that the demon clan that Lu Feizhi killed that time did not turn back into turbid air and return to the world, but disappeared completely.

Twelve cities know that turbidity cannot be eliminated.Only when Yunlang killed the demon lord back then, he flew up on the spot, and the rain that fell had once extinguished the turbid air.

How could Lu Fei be so virtuous and able to do this?

Knowing the seriousness of this matter, Xie Mian kept his mouth shut, not even mentioning anything to Lu Lan and the others.

Afterwards, Xie Mian heard from the captured Yun family's statement that "Lu Feizhi and Yun Lang are both the reincarnations of gods". After being shocked, he immediately thought of the matter of Qiheguan.

If it is because Lu Feizhi and Yun Lang are both "reincarnated gods", they can truly eliminate the turbidity, which makes sense.

But what Lu Feizhi shot, the arrow that can burn the turbid air, used his heart and soul.What is the heavy rain that Yunlang soars and the whole world of Yunmiao falls?

Xie Mian found an answer that made him feel creepy.

That's very likely, it's not the rain that fell from the heaven and the earth celebrating the return of the gods to the gods.

But the blood of the gods.

The great event thousands of years ago was not the ascension and return to the throne, but martyrdom and death.

……

Ups and downs in the turbid water, the hidden fear and selfish thoughts in Xie Mian's heart naturally couldn't escape the erosion of the ubiquitous turbid air.

If in the end, Lu Fei's death is really needed to end all these troubled times, what should he do.

Xie Mian has already made a real choice in the illusion again and again.

Xie Mian looked up, looked at Lu Feizhi's face, and said seriously: "Feizhi, I guess I can only stay here. Do you want to continue?"

No longer asking "can you", but "whether you want to".

Lu Fei didn't answer for a moment.

But just like when they faced choices many times, the other party already knew the answer without saying it.

Xie Mian smiled at him.

You have to go on and be this hero, I just let go.

It doesn't matter, anyway, no matter where you go in the end, I will always accompany you whenever I can.

"I can't make it through."

Perhaps because of his simple and direct mind, Lu Feizhi's eyes are always clear, even at this time.

He raised his hand, pulling Xie Mian, motioning Xie Mian to look down at his palm.

In the muddy water, no matter how painful the struggle was, Xie Mian kept his hands together from the beginning to the end.

Until this moment, Xie Mian slowly opened her hands, and in her white palms curled up a young and quiet goat.

He is always lively and noisy, rarely so quiet and well-behaved.

Lu Feizhi lowered his head, looked at himself in Xie Mian's palm, and rarely admitted that he couldn't do anything: "I'm too weak now. Without you, without you, and on my own, I'm afraid I can't move an inch in this muddy water. "

He has never really grown up to be a bird at all. In the battle of Qiheguan, he used his heart and blood to stimulate the secret method and encourage the seedlings to grow.Later, it was too late to heal slowly, and he forcibly broke free from his young body many times.

In terms of cultivation and combat power now, I am afraid that compared with the time at Qiheguan, he will not advance but retreat.

In fact, at the moment when they first entered the muddy water, Lu Feizhi never thought that they would make it this far.But since we have really reached this point, we can only continue on.

Back then, he was able to burn thousands of miles of demons and turbid air with his blood, and now he can also kill the demon lord with the remaining blood and burn this turbid water.

Lu Feizhi thought about it in a daze, it seemed that he hadn't had time to explain these things to Xie Mian.

Since the reunion at Qiheguan, they seem to have been running forward in a hurry, and it was too late to get together to discuss their discoveries and plans.

But these trivial details are not important anymore.

He just tapped Xie Mian's palm: "Amian, are you willing to give me another hand and send me down?"

The author has something to say: In fact, it was everyone who worked together to achieve victory step by step.Although Lu Feizhi is indeed the chosen one who finally killed the demon lord, the problem is that this is not a good job...

Good night……