After the master's ascension

The head of Qinlou looked at the devil who made the comprehension world fearful, entered the illusion with a gloomy face, and came out in a good mood.

It's good that the Holy Lotus Heart can calm the mind, but can it also cure the madness of the devil?

Their Qinlou baby is really amazing!

The master's face became more enthusiastic, he narrowed his eyes with a smile, and watched the great god go away all the way.

Lu Wangyu didn't delay any longer, he sent Sheng Lianxin back to Foxin Temple.Master Tu Fan was still groggy, but Yao Tong said that as long as he used the Holy Lotus Heart, his life would be safe.

The child was so excited that tears were about to fall, he almost kowtowed to Lu Wangyu a few times, and after being stopped, he trotted all the way to decoct the medicine.

Lu Wangyu stood alone in the courtyard. He looked up at the sky. The wind was cold and the sky was foggy and gloomy.But he was inexplicably calmed down.

The situation on the side where the contract was enforced was not good, and he couldn't even go to get the holy lotus heart himself.However, the Nanke pen cultivated by the real person is of Mizuki, so he mobilized the aura of Mizuki around him to protect Qianxin Yuan layer by layer.

Fortunately, Daoist Tu Fan had a relationship with him, no one visited him for five years, and the abnormality in the courtyard was hidden like this for five years.

Like Nanling, he can't do much by enforcing the contract, but he is desperately doing it.

Master Tu Fan's medicine was ready, and the medicine boy cautiously carried the steaming medicine bowl, and walked quickly through the courtyard corridor.At the same time, Lu Wangyu obviously felt that the strong Mizuki aura was dissipating.

Star rivers fell in his eyes, and the corners of his lips raised slightly.He knew that the execution contract was by his side.

He is the wind, the rain, and the color of fireworks in this world.

He is looking at me.

After taking back the power of Foxin Temple, Wei Zhiyue returned to Nanling again.He has not been here for a long time.

He walked slowly through the boundless void formation, and saw that the gaps above were covered with new formations.He recovered his strength little by little, and his pale fingertips were finally able to gradually solidify.

The senior brother knew that he was avoiding, and only thought that he was still feeling guilty, but this was only one of the reasons - there was no way for him to appear in front of the senior brother like this.

He is too weak.He is the god who was forcibly awakened by blood and sacrifice in the troubled times, and he is the consciousness that has endured endless suffering for thousands of years.

The formations of Cangshan Mountain and Void Prison are two wounds across his heart. They separate the two places and hinder the circulation of spiritual energy in the world.

Just like when a person is injured, the wound will slowly heal itself.In fact, the law of heaven also wants to repair such wounds. Its original direction is to make the formation wear away in a long time, and finally collapse completely and restore balance...

However, the collapse of the formation means the complete annihilation of the monster clan, and the confrontation between humans and monsters will become more dangerous, and there will be no end to death... The destruction of the race, the imbalance of yin and yang, will still fall into an endless loop.

The newborn gods, when they were ignorant, remembered those prayers engraved with blood and sacrifices.

save them...

These are the last words of the formation master who fought bloody on Cangshan Mountain.

save us...

This is the plea of ​​thousands of creatures in the world.

For thousands of years, why hasn't the formation collapsed, and why can't Yao Pavilion use various methods to break through this barrier?

It is precisely because of this world that there are still people guarding them.

He couldn't let the wound heal. On the contrary, he tore the scar again and again, going against the norm over and over again to maintain the crumbling formation.

He drew a knife in his heart for thousands of years.

And those days when he lived ignorantly in the world were the happiest and least painful times for him.

The stability of the Yaozu in the virtual prison for thousands of years is not only based on the sacrifice of Cangshan, not only the great kindness of Rong Sheng Mansion, but also the protection of that god's blood.

But lies are lies after all. Behind the Prayer Platform, the so-called demon race finally died, and the real gods finally returned.He was startled to realize that he was the mastermind behind this shocking scam.

All joy, all emotion, is nothing but a conspiracy.

He can naturally see clearly that the so-called salvation does not exist at all.Only relying on the senior brother, how could it be possible to unravel Huan Yao, and how to fight against Yao Pavilion...

This is a meaningless sacrifice, and the world is still heading towards destruction step by step.

The gods themselves are the rules, so they cannot be broken.He is the one who is most constrained by the rules.

The so-called overwhelming power is just a whimsical fantasy in the storybook. The real gods can only instruct the oracle, and it is up to the believers to complete it.

And a god that no one believes in is the most pathetic and useless existence.

Xuan Huanjie was an out-of-control carriage, it was rushing all the way towards the cliff, but he could only watch helplessly as the out-of-control carriage drove into the abyss, taking him with him to pieces, but there was nothing he could do.

He can't wake up the ignorant and ignorant people who are blinded by the false benefits in front of them.

The only thing he could do was to rescue his most cherished treasure from the out-of-control carriage.Thus, there was the catastrophe of ascension in Chengyang Peak.

He wants to send his brother out of this quagmire.With a single ascension, the grievances and entanglements between them were completely resolved.

Just as Lu Wangyu only wanted to be Lu Wangyu, Wei Zhiyue also only wanted to be Wei Zhiyue.There is no need for deception to run through them, no need to be blocked by many difficulties, and all coincidences are just coincidences.

They just met on an ordinary day, and then fell in love on an ordinary night.No calculations, all sincerity.

As long as the senior is gone, in his memory, Wei Zhiyue will always be the obedient junior.

The senior brother will never know what he sacrificed in Chengyang Peak.

The gods are restricted by the rules, and the only thing they can do is to mobilize some thin heaven and earth aura like the virtual prison and the Buddha Heart Temple.

And how could such a fragile guardian be able to withstand the Nine Tribulations of Extermination.

In Chengyang Peak, it was his memory that was destroyed by the nine-fold thunder.That is the only emotions and desires he can use, and it is his life.

That memory is the foundation of Wei Zhiyue's existence, with it, he is a complete person.If the memory completely dissipates, that person named Wei Zhiyue will completely disappear from the world.

He will sleep, both for eternity and for utter annihilation.

But in Chengyang Peak, he used his memory to protect that person, to stop the thunder calamity of destruction time and time again.

It's just repaying love with love, changing life with life.

Chengyang Peak, Xu Prison, Foxin Temple... The price he paid was too great. After finally dealing with the issue of Foxin Temple, he could hardly maintain his disintegrated body, so he could only return to that cold and pale realm , fell asleep.

He didn't wake up from his long sleep until the movement of the reversal and ascension was too great, and he vaguely felt the familiar breath.

Now, the senior brother is back, standing in front of the carriage alone.But he couldn't meet him calmly, he couldn't maintain his body at all, and he couldn't tell his senior brother that his memory was fading.

In order to maintain the aura of Xu Prison and Foxin Temple, he has no spare energy to take care of himself.

Just like a porcelain cup filled with water, once there is a crack, if it is not repaired, the water in the cup will eventually be lost.

The most powerless thing is to watch my memory disappear.You don't know what you've lost, you just know that you've been forgetting.

Until everything is forgotten, until all joys, angers, sorrows and joys will completely dissipate.

Wei Zhiyue is no longer here...

He didn't dare to tell senior brother that the person in front of you is just a defective product with incomplete memory.Wei Zhiyue is dying bit by bit.In the end, the person in front of you may not recognize you anymore.

What you thought you got was just another form of loss.

But if you are destined to lose, why bother to enjoy that empty joy.

Finding something lost is the greatest joy in the world, but gaining something and losing it again is a heart-wrenching pain.

Wei Zhiyue always thought that after thousands of years of loneliness, he could still live well by himself in the rest of the time.

But when he saw his brother go to Qinlou and enter the illusion, the dead heart in his chest started beating again.

It was like a fire was rekindled, hot and eager.

He desperately longed to meet his senior brother again through the illusion.The senior brother must not recognize it, but he was able to steal that short glance, and then, just like the illusion before, he was mercilessly pierced through the heart by his sword.

He just wanted to see himself in that person's eyes again.

But the brother said: "They are illusions, you are you." He still recognized it, and made himself nowhere to retreat.

In the end, he thought desperately, selfish or cheating, I just want to be with you.

Like a mayfly, it only needs to catch a glimpse of the sky for a moment.Day and night, life and death, happy day.

He is willing to gamble everything on this sentence, on all his memories, on his life.

In that last kiss, he left a trace of breath on Lu Wangyu's body, and also suppressed all the memories belonging to Wei Zhiyue.

If one day, the senior brother is still in a desperate situation, he will use all his strength to take him out of danger.

At that time, Wei Zhiyue will die completely, and the gods will live forever.

This is the last life-saving talisman left by him. That person will accept the protection from the world and the last love of the gods.

Even if you will have a bad life, I hope you can live on.

Now, Lu Wangyu has solved Nanling's formation and Daoist's injuries, and the two auras have been completely withdrawn, and he finally has a chance to breathe.

He can hold on to his memory temporarily, silently waiting for the final verdict.

At the same time that he traveled all the way to Nanling, Lu Wangyu also stepped across the vast desert and came to the former site of Rong Sheng's mansion.

When the sword test road was broken back then, he was still being hunted down by the whole world, and he had no way of knowing the news from the outside world.

But now, the incident of Qingya Wanjian's tomb breaking has become an uproar, so he naturally knows everything about Jiang An.

Right now, there is no trace of Jiang An in the entire cultivation world, as if he evaporated from the world.And based on Lu Wangyu's understanding of that boy, he probably guessed where Jiang An would go...

After the destruction of Rong Sheng's Mansion five years ago, the old site was no longer inhabited, and it became a deserted city.The vermilion city gates are mottled and peeled off, with weather-beaten scars.

The city gate has been closed for many years, but now it is suddenly wide open.

Seeing such a scene, Lu Wangyu felt confident. He approached step by step, but heard a clear voice from the side, with surprise: "Mr. Lu!"

Wushuang rolled up his trouser legs, his body was covered with a lot of mud, and his face was covered with mud marks.

He was holding a small bundle of firewood, his eyes were bright and shining with joy.He hurried over from a distance, said hello, and led the way into the city, happily saying, "Mr. Lu, you are indeed here! My brother and I were worried that you would not know!"

Lu Wangyu recognized him as Jiang An's younger brother. He hadn't seen him for a long time, and he had grown from a child to a teenager.

Wushuang led him into the city, and called out loudly: "Brother, Mr. Lu is here! Come quickly!"

The curtain of the simple shed at the city gate was lifted suddenly, and Jiang An walked out from inside.

He still held a chisel for repairs in his hand, tied a tall ponytail casually, and still had the familiar youthful spirit in his eyes.

"Mr. Lu!" Surprise flashed in his eyes, and he greeted with a smile.

The shed is very simple, and it is a place for soldiers guarding the city to rest at night.Lu Wangyu sat on the low bench with his knees bent, and the table in front of him was filled with coarse porcelain and white water, which looked quite shabby.

Jiang An was a little embarrassed, and he explained: "Mr. Lu, Wushuang and I don't drink tea on weekdays, and we haven't prepared anything. I've wronged you..."

Lu Wangyu smiled, and said, "Drinking tea and water is just one thing, what a grievance."

"But..." He looked around and said, "Why don't you find a better place to stay?"

Jiang An filled him with white water and said with a smile, "It would be nice to have a place to stay. We are here to defend the city, and we want to take good care of their house, so naturally we can't trespass."

Both of them knew that the people Jiang An spoke of, that is, the soldiers of the Rong Sheng Mansion, were all buried in Nanling, and no one would come back.However, Jiang An still sticks to the morality in his heart.

Rong Sheng's mansion is the gatekeeper of Xu Prison, and now, he is the gatekeeper of Rong Sheng's mansion.

Lu Wangyu lowered his eyes and took a sip of water, he sighed softly and said slowly: "I'm sorry, I couldn't find you in time back then."

Jiang An was stunned for a moment, but he lowered his head even more guiltily, and his tone lowered: "It's me who should say I'm sorry. At that time, Qing Ya used the Zhan Yue Sword. I wanted to inform the husband. But... something happened. Little mistake."

He hesitated for a moment, then said, "Mr. Wei..."

I'm afraid that if he knew about Cangshan Zhanyue, he would take everything on his own head.

Lu Wangyu smiled and said, "This matter has nothing to do with you. Moreover, he is still alive when he is in charge of the contract."

Jiang An raised his head suddenly, his face full of surprise, and asked eagerly: "Really? Mr. Wei is still alive!"

"He is still alive. I came back this time to rescue him..."

"Rescue..." Jiang An repeated in a low voice. He seemed to have thought of something and asked, "Mr. Wei is in Yaoge's hands?"

Lu Wangyu set up the cup, and replied casually: "Yes and no... But, he can only come back if Yao Pavilion is eliminated."

The china cup returned to its proper place, and his hand froze.Raising his eyes slightly, his expression became serious, and he said word by word: "I came to you this time for this matter."

Jiang An's expression also became solemn, and he said sonorously, "I'm waiting for you here for this matter."