In that distant little black house

Wu Curyao waited in the dark.

Ever since Zhang Jingmo walked up the stairs, everything was silent. Wu Curao watched his figure disappear at the end of the stairs, as if completely swallowed by the darkness.

It stands to reason that Wu Curyao should not be so gullible in a person who has just met once, but when Wu Curyao saw Zhang Jingmo for the first time, he felt that the person in front of him was very familiar, so he invited Zhang Jingmo to drink, so the two get acquainted.

Afterwards, Zhang Jingmo asked him to help find Ruiyu, and Wu Curiyao agreed without hesitation. He had an intuition that Zhang Jingmo would not harm him—his intuition was always accurate.

Zhang Jingmo did not harm him, not only did he not harm him, but also brought him into the secret realm of this ancient battlefield, allowing him to see the ancient power, Ao Mian, who could only be seen in legends.

Once such an experience, this life is enough to show off for a long time, and then Wu Curao followed Zhang Jingmo into the eight-story stone pagoda.

If it was someone else, the first thought that came to mind would probably be—there must be treasures hidden in this tower, why not go in and search for it.But when Wu Curyao saw the pitch-black stairs, he unexpectedly had the intention to retreat.

Zhang Jingmo didn't make things difficult for Wu, his expression was still calm, as if he was stepping not on the dark stairs, but on the thoroughfare.

Wu Curao watched Zhang Jingmo stepping up step by step, his figure hidden in the darkness.

Wu Curao originally thought that after Zhang Jingmo entered the tower, there would be some movement, but everything was so quiet, as if Zhang Jingmo had never been there before.

Wu Curiyao had been sitting for a long time, and he was a little bored, so he stood up and leaned over to the door, looking out.

At this time, the yellow sand was all over the sky outside the house, and the battle outside was coming to an end. In the yellow sand, the general who was riding a horse was a little torn, but the red cloak was still conspicuous.

He walked out slowly from the yellow sand all over the sky and approached this tower.

Seeing him walking towards this side, Wu Curao felt a little nervous.

Ao Mian glanced in the direction of the tower, but for some unknown reason, his eyes became darker.Naturally, he also noticed Wu Curyao's gaze, but from the beginning to the end, he didn't intend to start a conversation with Wu Curyao.

In Ao Mian's view, Wu Curyao is too weak, so weak that he is not worthy of talking to him.

If Zhang Jingmo wasn't here, I'm afraid Wu Curyao's fate would be almost the same as that of the two Dayan Sect disciples.

Ao Mian turned his horse's head and walked in another direction. Wu Curyao followed his figure until Ao Mian disappeared at the end of the horizon.

Wu Curyao looked away reluctantly, and sighed: "A man should be like this."

After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes again and continued to practice.

Wu Curyao at the bottom of the tower didn't know that Zhang Jingmo was in an extremely embarrassing situation at this time.

He stood where he was, with the phantom he had conjured up still stuck behind him, and an abnormal heat began to radiate from his body.

Lu Guijiu was aware of Zhang Jingmo's whims, he laughed softly, and said: "Master."

Zhang Jingmo refused to speak.

Lu Guijiu rubbed his cheek against Zhang Jingmo's back lightly, his movements were extremely ambiguous, and he said: "Master, you see, this is all what you want, I can't force you."

Zhang Jingmo reacted, his breathing finally became rapid, and an abnormal blush appeared on his cheeks.

So Lu Guijiu became more and more excited, but he couldn't possess Zhang Jingmo, he was just a phantom without entity - and Zhang Jingmo was soberly aware of this.

Lu Guijiu couldn't force Zhang Jingmo to give him his real body, and he couldn't even exist for too long—he could feel that the power Zhang Jingmo gave him was getting less and less, and he would disappear completely soon.

Seizing the last moment, Lu Guijiu held a certain part of Zhang Jingmo, and then gently comforted him.

Zhang Jingmo pursed his lips, his cheeks were as red as if he was drunk, his body gradually tensed up, and he let out an inaudible hum.

Lu Guijiu took all these beauties into his eyes, and said, "I'm really jealous of him."

Although Zhang Jingmo's body reacted, his eyes did not waver at all. He knew that all of this was fake, and that Lu Guijiu, who could hurt him, had already become the dead soul under his sword.

Lu Guijiu's movements quickened.

Zhang Jingmo let out a low snort, and let it out.

Lu Guijiu looked at the liquid on his hand, and then wiped the liquid on Zhang Jingmo's lips little by little.In the end, he gave Zhang Jingmo a kiss, a tender, lingering, loving kiss, and he said, "I believe that we will meet again."

Zhang Jingmo felt his body relax, knowing that all this was coming to an end.

Lu Guijiu's body was slowly disappearing, his head rested on Zhang Jingmo's shoulder, still whispering about his infatuation, he said: "Master, your sword stabbed me so painfully."

He said, "Master, I have paid the price for so many years, isn't it enough?"

He said, "Master, can you give me a chance?"

Zhang Jingmo listened to his words, but what appeared in his mind was the still immature face of Lu Guijiu in this life, he said in a low voice: "Let's go."

Then Lu Guijiu left, and the sigh before he left seemed to still be lingering in Zhang Jingmo's ears.

Zhang Jingmo originally thought that everything was over, but what he didn't expect was that a new illusion appeared in front of him, and that illusion—it was himself.

Zhang Jingmo saw himself sitting on the ground with gorgeous hair and a tired face.

In front of him lay a corpse, the owner of which was Lu Guijiu.

Behind the two of them stood a monk in red with a pure white mask on his face, emitting a disgusting bloody smell from his whole body.

He said: "How is it? Elder Zhang, it seems that your apprentice is not doing well."

Seeing this scene, Zhang Jingmo felt a huge shock in his chest.

The man laughed again, and he said: "I wiped out your Zhang family and destroyed this continent with my own hands. You wish I could die——unfortunately, I am alive and well."

The white-haired Zhang Jingmo actually sobbed softly when he heard the words, and stretched out his arms to hug Lu Guijiu's body.

The monk said again: "It doesn't matter if you reincarnate a hundred times and a thousand times, you are still an ant after all-an ant has lived a hundred times, and it is still an ant."

The white-haired Zhang Jingmo couldn't refute, he couldn't even say a word.

Zhang Jingmo looked at himself like that, and his heart was filled with disappointment. He said before that he was very disappointed in himself... He survived Lu Guijiu, but he didn't expect a new fear to appear.

Too many times, he has already started to fear this endless reincarnation, when the gift became a punishment, he was imprisoned by time together with Ao Mian outside the tower.

Although the monk didn't show his face, Zhang Jingmo could feel a strong sense of ridicule and disdain from him, as if Zhang Jingmo was really a bug that could be trampled to death at any time.

For more than 100 lifetimes before, Zhang Jingmo never gave up hope, but with the passage of time, hope was gradually wiped out, and the thing Zhang Jingmo dared not think about was put before him—if Lu Guijiu couldn't beat this What about people?In the previous life, Zhang Jingmo was forced to blew himself up and killed only this person's subordinates, but he had never even seen this person's true face.

What if Lu Guijiu couldn't do it either? —— Zhang Jingmo had to start thinking about this problem.

The monk naturally wouldn't ignore Zhang Jingmo's wavering, he laughed lowly, Zhang Jingmo's ears hurt from the hoarse voice, and the white-haired Zhang Jingmo, who was sitting on the ground holding Lu Guijiu's body and crying, seemed to be stimulated by the laughter When he arrived, he stood up directly from the ground, and then Yujian stabbed towards the monk.

The ending, of course, is that the mayfly shakes the big tree.

The monk dodged the white-haired Zhang Jingmo's attack casually, and then ended his life with a sword - the white-haired Zhang Jingmo's body slowly slid to the ground, and the bright red blood flowed to Zhang Jingmo's feet like a stream.

The illusion was so real that Zhang Jingmo could even smell the sweet smell of blood. He stared at the dead self for a long time, and suddenly said in a flat tone: "If it doesn't work, let's do it again."

The monk didn't believe Zhang Jingmo's words, he sneered, but heard Zhang Jingmo continue talking.Zhang Jingmo said: "If you can't do it 120 times, then you can do it 230 times. If you can't do it 230 times, you can do it a thousand times. If you can't do it a thousand times—one day, I will take all the opportunities in the world and kill you with my own hands."

The monk chuckled: "Then I would like to see whether you killed me first after occupying all the opportunities in the world, or you collapsed completely in this endless time first."

Zhang Jingmo was expressionless: "Then let's take a look."

After he finished speaking, the corpse in front of him and the white-haired Zhang Jingmo all disappeared, and the figure of the monk also dissipated, but he was still laughing, which made Zhang Jingmo feel so bored that even his chest Qi and blood began to stir.

Zhang Jingmo didn't know that when he faced this phantom, the whole tower shook slightly. As his mood fluctuated more, the tower shook more and more. Wu Curyao under the tower even began to doubt Will this tower collapse directly?

Fortunately, the thing that worried him most did not happen, and the shaking of the tower became smaller. Wu Curao was just about to breathe a sigh of relief, but held back.

At some point, Ao Mian, who had disappeared for a long time, stood at the door. He got off his horse, and was staring at the stairs in the darkness with a look that Wu Curyao couldn't understand.

After the shaking of the tower body stopped, Wu Curao saw Ao Mian move his lips and said a word: "Okay."

"Senior..." Although he knew that the person in front of him was just a phantom left by Ao Mian, when Wu Curyao went to talk to him, he was still a little trembling, and he said, "Bai Cang is coming out soon?"

Wu Curao didn't expect Ao Mian to answer his question, what he didn't expect was that Ao Mian actually answered, not only did he answer, but also showed a stiff smile.

He said, "He's fine."

Wu Curyao blinked, and realized after a while that Ao Mian was talking about Chen Baicang.

Ao Mian said again: "After the Burning Furnace War, I have been here for countless years."

It is precisely because of these years that he has his own sanity and begins to understand what pain is.

Ao Mian said: "Look at those soldiers."

Wu Curao looked far away and saw a vast sea of ​​people.

Ao Mian said: "There are millions of people, I can name every single one of them."

At this point, Wu Curyao finally knew what kind of life Ao Mian was living in front of him. He was about to say something, but saw the tower shaking again.

Ao Mian said: "Come out."

Hearing this, Wu Curyao got up and walked to the door, and went out of the house with Ao Mian.

As soon as they walked out of the house, inside the stone tower, it seemed like some wild beast was about to come out of its cage. The sound of heavy objects hitting the wall continued, and the tower body was shaking constantly.From time to time, huge stones fell, and the whole tower was obviously about to fall apart.

Wu Curyao showed a look of panic: "Bai Cang is still inside!"

Ao Mian said lightly: "Don't worry, he will be fine."

Wu Cursao is half-believing and half-doubting.

Ao Mian said: "This person's determination is rare in the world, but this is enough to make up for other shortcomings."

Wu Curyao didn't understand what he heard, so he could only casually say: "I also think Bai Cang is a nice person."

The entire tower seemed to be collapsing. As the tower was damaged, Ao Mian's expression became softer, and he said, "It's just a pity..."

Wu cursed and said, "What a pity?"

Ao Mian said: "Unfortunately, his luck is really bad."

The way of cultivating immortals depends on oneself [-]% and luck [-]%. However, if there is no luck, no matter how hard one works, it is useless—just like Zhang Jingmo in the first life.

Zhang Jingmo in this life has seized a lot of opportunities, but for some reason, Ao Mian would say something about his bad luck.

Although Wu Curyao didn't understand, he still felt that what Ao Mian said was very powerful. He nodded in agreement and said, "Senior, are you leaving?"

Ao Mian hummed lightly.

Wu cursed and said, "It's not bad to leave..."

If he had been trapped in this secret realm for so long, he would have gone crazy long ago, and he would not have the leisure to write down the names of every soldier.

The tower is finally going to be destroyed.

The body of the tower collapsed and shattered inch by inch, and then piled up on the ground.

Wu Curao's eyes widened suddenly, suspecting that he was hallucinating. When the tower collapsed, he actually saw countless beasts rushing out of the tower. He only knew some of these beasts, but he knew them all. Ancient beast.

Wu Curao thought of something, and his face became paler and paler. He should have accompanied Zhang Jingmo into the stairs before. Zhang Jingmo may have suffered a lot of injuries facing so many fierce beasts alone.

Sure enough, after the tower completely collapsed, Wu Curao saw Zhang Jingmo flying in mid-air, and Zhang Jingmo's originally spotless white clothes were already stained with a lot of blood.

His face was pale, but his expression was still very indifferent, as if he had gone through a bloody battle inside. On this battlefield where spiritual power could not be used, his whole body was floating in the air, and the wind and sand were blowing up his body. The loose black hair blows around.

Zhang Jingmo stretched out his hand, held the blood-colored bead on the top of the tower, and then gently pulled the bead off.

However, after the beads were taken off, Zhang Jingmo vomited several mouthfuls of blood, and his complexion became a little more bleak.

Seeing this, Wu Curyao wanted to go forward, but was stopped by Ao Mian, who said, "Look."

Wu Curyao had no choice but to stop and continue to watch obediently.

The white clothes on Zhang Jingmo's body were rattling, he held up the red spirit bead, put it to his lips, and swallowed it in one gulp.

In an instant, Zhang Jingmo's face turned extremely ugly. Not only was he pale, but he was also sweating non-stop. He bit his lower lip tightly with his teeth, and even blood came out from the bite.Wu Curyao could clearly feel that his aura was weakening.

Wu Curyao was in a hurry: "What's the matter?"

Ao Mian didn't answer, but in his eyes, there was no worry but relief.

Zhang Jingmo finally couldn't hold it back, and began to let out a low moan, which became louder and louder, and finally he fell limp in the air.

Wu Curyao looked anxious in his heart, and was stopped by Ao Mian when he almost wanted to go forward.

Seeing that Wu Curyao was really worried about Zhang Jingmo, Ao Mian said lightly: "Phoenix Nirvana, naturally it will hurt more."

Wu Curyao was stunned for a moment, and then a thought flashed in his mind, he said: "Could it be..."

Ao Mian nodded.

After being woken up by Ao Mian, Wu Curyao looked at Zhang Jingmo without worry, but with envy. He said, "Bai Cang's luck is not that bad."

Ao Mian just smiled and didn't answer.

Every time Zhang Jingmo was reborn, he was already at the golden core stage, which also meant that he was unable to make any changes to the foundation he had laid in the early stage.

When the foundation was established, the person's path of cultivation had already been decided. Zhang Jingmo's spiritual platform was less than the eighth rank, so his hope of establishing the foundation was almost non-existent.

In desperation, Zhang Jingmo had no choice but to find another way.

He had to do it all over again—destroy the altar in his body and build it into an altar above the eighth rank that could conceive babies.

This is the method that Zhang Jingmo found after practicing for many lifetimes, and it is the only method that can change his fate. This is why, at such a critical time, he also chooses to leave Lu Guijiu to travel alone.

This is an opportunity that Zhang Jingmo must seize, if he misses this time, he will never have the chance to have a baby in this life.

Breaking up all the spiritual altars in the body and rebuilding them will naturally require more pain. Zhang Jingmo is like a bird whose wings have been forcibly pulled out, and is forcibly hung in the air by the power of the red beads, struggling in constant pain.

But even though the pain was very great, he still endured it forcefully, sat cross-legged in mid-air, and began to build the altar.

Ao Mian said: "Sure enough, I didn't see the wrong person." Not everyone can bear the pain of breaking the altar, and when the altar is smashed, such a person can still be sane. One, Zhang Jingmo is the person he chose, and he is naturally happy to see Zhang Jingmo regain his life.

Wu Curao couldn't bear to watch it any longer. He was always a soft-hearted person. Seeing Zhang Jingmo like this, although he knew it was a good thing, he still looked away.

Ao Mian looked down very seriously, even with warmth in his eyes.

In fact, Zhang Jingmo is already used to this kind of great pain. At the beginning, the snake venom, then Luo Erdan, and then the wall of the cold mirror, Zhang Jingmo endured every pain.

This time, Zhang Jingmo has to get through it - he has expended so much effort, and he must not let it fall short.

Wu Curyao was so close that he couldn't feel Zhang Jingmo's breath, and Zhang Jingmo's body was almost soaked in blood. He hung his head like a dying beast, but the aura in his body was still circulating.

The original Lingtai was finally broken, and Wu Curyao even vaguely heard a soft sound when the house collapsed, but when he listened carefully, he found that it was just his own hallucination.

Zhang Jingmo was numb from the pain, and an abnormal blush appeared on his face.

Cold sweat broke out in Wu Curyao's palms as he watched, and he sighed, "I'm ashamed of myself... Bai Cang, you can bear it too much."

Ao Mian nodded, without taking his eyes off Zhang Jingmo.

After the Lingtai shattered, Zhang Jingmo's posture sitting cross-legged in mid-air became a little taller, which seemed to be due to the reduction of pain.

Wu Curao looked at Zhang Jingmo with eyes full of admiration.

Zhang Jingmo was trembling slightly because of the pain, but his firm heart could not be shaken by this pain. After the red bead that was eaten destroyed the original altar, he began to slowly build a new altar ——This feeling is like pulling out the meridians of the whole body inch by inch, and injecting new meridians into them.

During this period, Zhang Jingmo could only moan uncontrollably at the beginning, but after only a few groans, Zhang Jingmo suppressed them in his mouth again.

On his lower lip, the bitten flesh was bloody, and his clothes were soaked in cold sweat and blood.

Wu Curyao has also built the foundation, so he naturally knows the process of building the foundation. He knows that at this time, the only thing he can do is to wait.So he simply sat down cross-legged, and looked seriously at Zhang Jingmo who was suspended in mid-air, as if a layer of skin had been forcibly peeled off.

Ao Mian said lightly: "I thought he couldn't make it through."

Wu Curao smiled wryly, "I didn't expect Bai Cang to be so tolerant." A person who looked gentle and gentle on the outside turned out to be so stubborn and determined inside.

Ao Mian said: "If he faints, the effect of the bead will be reduced by half." If he fails to survive and loses consciousness at the most critical moment, the effect of the red bead will be severely affected. limits.

Wu Curyao nodded, but he didn't know what to say. He only felt that Ao Mian standing in front of him at this time was extraordinarily humane, completely different from the ruthless general he saw at first sight. two people.

Ao Mian also noticed the strangeness in Wu Curyao's eyes, but he smiled lightly and said, "I'm leaving."

Wu Curyao said in a daze, "Where are you going?"

Ao Mian said indifferently: "I don't know either."

He is just a phantom that should have disappeared long ago, and time is no longer a gift to him, but a punishment.