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Wei Zhenyu was very guilty, but he couldn't comfort himself that the fantasy world was completely false, because he found that many things had long been traced.

In that life, the beginning of his life was no different from this life.

He was born with extreme talent, strong luck, and superb understanding. He was chosen by the strongest in the world to teach his skills and gave him high hopes.

But he roams the world happily and alone, not wanting to be expected or bound.

"Saving the world? Is that what humans do?"

Wei Zhenyu was unwilling to accept such a great mission, and there was a faint rivalry in his heart: "I will be me if you choose me? I want you to arrange my own life?"

He doesn't believe that only a so-called "savior" can turn things around, and he doesn't even believe that there is salvation in this world.

He was wandering all over the world, as if standing on a wilderness with no direction, as if he could go anywhere, but the night fog was everywhere, and he couldn't see a way out.

He didn't believe it, but someone believed it.That man was called Song Qianji, who was born as a loose cultivator, had a bad reputation, and desperately climbed up by any means, and finally he was promoted to Huashen and ascended to Tianwaitian.

Song Qianji raised his arms and called on monks from all over the world to work together to save the world.

Wei Zhenyu watched coldly, to see what step this person could make.He is obviously not a good person, but he is covered in mud and water, but he wants to be a hero

Hearing that he called on the monks of all factions to abandon their old grievances and form an alliance, Wei Zhenyu laughed at his stupid way.

Hearing that he ventured into the Dead Sea and found the Spring of Immortality, Wei Zhenyu was faintly happy for him.

Hearing that he was questioned by the world about his motives and forced him to hand over his treasures, Wei Zhenyu felt lost, with complicated emotions, and couldn't bear to listen any more.

Later, Wei Zhenyu was drunk in Mingyue Tower and heard the news of Song Qianji's death.

That person is not far from the Superstar tree, and his success is on the verge of defeat.

After Song Qianji's death, the monk alliance lost its common enemy and fell apart.

As the doomsday draws near, monks from the sect sects fought endlessly, while monks and mortals at the bottom struggled to save their lives.

A large number of fanatical treasure hunters poured into the snow field, from guarding against each other to fighting each other.

Who doesn't want to get the inheritance and treasures left by "Song Qianji who never dies in a hundred battles" and reach the sky in one step?

One less competitor means more hope of winning the treasure.

Song Qianji blew himself up and died, and his lifelong cultivation turned into a snowfall without leaving any traces.However, the blood stained the snow red, and the vultures lingered.

That person's pure place of exile has become a killing ground for Shura, and the sound of killing day and night is shaking the sky.

So Wei Zhenyu left Mingyue Tower and walked towards the starting point of Song Qianji's escape.

He thought, this world may really be hopeless, but even a person like Song Qianji dares to risk his life to bet, what am I afraid of?

He claimed to be Wei Ping, a casual cultivator, and he had obtained the relics. He was the successor of Song Qianji's mantle, and immediately attracted all parties to jointly pursue and kill him.

In the midst of encirclement and suppression from all directions, he retook the old way of that person's escape.

"It turns out that escaping for your life is so difficult. Now I admit that you are better than me. You are so smart. On the first day you walked into the snow field, you probably guessed that you would not be able to escape this time. You are going to save something for someone who is destined."

"If I were you, I wouldn't choose this valley, let's walk another day and see..."

"This cave is not bad. It's suitable for hiding things, and it needs to be concealed. It can't be hidden too shallow, nor can it be hidden too deep. It also needs to test the sincerity, cultivation and wisdom of the latecomers. But there is no creativity here, and it doesn't suit me. Undying in a hundred battles, the identity of a generation of great powers."

While running for his life, he regarded himself as Song Qianji, feeling the other party's heart.Anger, sadness, disappointment, despair, and joy in bitterness are all experienced one by one.

"It should be here, open!" Wei Zhenyu swung his sword, breaking the blindfold.

The ice wall collapsed, revealing a deep natural ice cave.

Wei Zhenyu went to the depths and solved the mechanism puzzle without thinking.The narrow ice cave suddenly opened up, and he was overwhelmed by countless treasures of heaven and earth, magic tools and panacea, and classics and scriptures.

After desperately seeking all the way to the end of the continent, I finally got the answer.

He should be happy, ecstatic, and relieved, but he just stood there staring at a sword.

It is not the famous solitary light sword, but an ordinary low-level sword with a slight defect.

But when he saw this sword, his mind was shocked, his limbs were numb, and he had the urge to cry, and the priceless treasures around him could no longer be seen.

"It's so familiar." Wei Zhenyu gently held up the old sword, "No, I must have used this sword before!"

It was my sword!

An inexplicable thought flashed across Wei Zhenyu's mind like a bolt of lightning, arousing countless broken images.

The sword was cheated by him from the pawnshop of the black shop, and then broken by his own hands, as a witness of the severance of ties with that person.

Heavy rain, lightning and thunder, blood flowing, flowers and leaves shattered.

"Do you still dare to draw your sword? Do you still have the courage to draw your sword? Are you afraid of losing?" He asked.

The man smiled miserably: "Of course Fellow Daoist Wei is not afraid of anything, because you have never lost before."

The words are still in my ears, how can I forget?

Wei Zhenyu suddenly felt that the sky and the earth were spinning, and the sun and the moon were upside down.

"This is not the real world, wake up!"

When his memory came back to life, his soul lightened up, and he left his body, only to see that after receiving Song Qianji's inheritance, he had found a secret retreat breakthrough and refined treasures.

His true identity was exposed, and others feared his background and backing, so they did not dare to chase him down, and pinned their hopes of saving the world on him.

In the past, he was taught by cheap masters and never worked hard in cultivation, but now he is diligent and motivated like crazy, exploring secrets and treasures everywhere, and found the remains of the evil Buddha Meng Zhengxian, the crazy master Ji Chen and others, and collected them for his own use.

People in the world say that he is the son of luck because of his unexpected encounters.

The people of the world have been suffering for a long time, and Wei Zhenyu, who is expected by everyone, finally uses the treasure of heaven and earth "Inexhaustible Fire" and a strong cultivation base to stimulate the vitality of the supernatural tree and successfully save the world.

However, his strength rose accordingly, and reached the limit of what he could bear in this world. The heaven and earth no longer tolerated him, and sent him flying up by the divine thunder.

In his life, he was admired by the world, enshrined with incense and incense by all people, and became a Taoist partner with the "No. 1 in the world" beauty, and he has been promoted to No. [-] for thousands of years.

Is it complete?Did he win it all?

Wei Zhenyu stays in this world, resisting the thunder calamity, and refuses to leave.Until the last moment, he exhausted all his techniques to deduce, and still only calculated the end of the world collapse 300 years later.

He can only gain the Tao alone, and he cannot save the world in the end.

There are no winners in this world.

Wei Zhenyu's soul was wandering, seeing all the world of mortals, grievances and hatreds, tears streaming down his face, and roaring to the sky:

"Let me go back!"

Go back to the world with Song Qianji, Qianqu, everything and hope!

His mind shook violently, and his soul broke free from the shackles of the Sansheng Stone.

When he opened his eyes again, Miao Yan was beside him.

Not far away, He Qingqing pulled Song Qianji, not knowing what to say.

Song Qianji's face was gentle, with a bit of imperceptible worry in his eyes, but his demeanor was indifferent, no matter how much the person opposite him persuaded him, he would not waver.

Wei Zhenyu suddenly wanted to cry, but felt extremely guilty when he met Song Qianji's eyes.

Forget the past.

He made a big fuss in Song Yuan, while the other party was still protecting him in the secret realm and obtaining "Endless Fire" for him.

But no matter how guilty and embarrassed, the "foreign troubles" must be resolved first.

"Senior Brother Song, I was wrong in the past. If you are angry with me, you can kill me, but don't listen to this woman's instigation."

Song Qianji was startled when he heard the words, what did Wei Zhenyu see?

Why are you willing to call him senior brother again? Didn't you call him Song Qianji by name and surname before, or call him King Song in a weird way?

"I really need you to do something," he said.

"Brother Song has something to do, he will go through fire and water." Wei Zhenyu said happily.

"Get out of here quickly."

Wei Zhenyu's smile froze: "Brother..."

Seeing that he refused to leave, Song Qianji said deliberately: "I told Xiaomeng to do something. I was afraid that he would not be able to catch him alone, so I wanted you to help him. You go find him, and he will tell you."

Wei Zhenyu was immediately overjoyed: "Of course you can't rely on him! I'm willing to share my worries for senior brother."

He glanced at He Qingqing proudly, not forgetting to smear the other party: "This person is deeply scheming, brother, don't be fooled by her."

At the end of the long night, the east is pale.

Song Qianji looked at He Qingqing with a headache.

The morning wind blew over the girl's broken hair and her dress, as if to blow her away.

But she straightened her back, like an old pine steadfastly holding on to a green mountain: "Qianqu has become an isolated island, and the world is about to fight. I have this opportunity tonight, and I will definitely seize the opportunity every step of the way. Brother Song, you should join hands with me."

"Why?" Song Qianji said lightly.

He Qingqing gritted her teeth: "Because I will be the final winner."

Song Qianji laughed: "Because you are the winner, should I stand by your side?"

He Qingqing was stunned: "This...it should be so. You once told me not to use the sap of the supernatural tree to improve my cultivation, but if I don't use it, others will use it and use it against me. I don't If you dig, others will rush to dig. This is how things are in the world, unless you stand at the highest point and tell everyone not to do it. Otherwise, if someone does one, someone will do two!"

"Then what do you want?" Song Qianji asked.

"I want to unify all sects and make everyone bow down to me. I want to stand at the top, and no one can pull me down. I want to create a new world and become the god of the new world!"

After He Qingqing finished speaking, she suddenly regretted it.

She said such terrible things, what would Song Qian think of her?

"Miss He, I don't know what you saw. It's your luck that you got this opportunity. Maybe you will get everything, or maybe you can climb to the highest place. But you will pay a lot..." Song Qianji slowly Said, "No relatives and no friends, the number of people who want to kill you is unknown, and other people treat you well, not because they are sincere, but because they are afraid of you, or want to use you. Is this really what you want? Miss He, You are a very smart girl, don't let your smartness hurt others and yourself, and make you suffer and make mistakes."

His tone was not harsh, like an elder with a good temper.

The morning sun rose from behind him, spreading out a golden light in an instant.

Tears filled He Qingqing's eyes: "Is this your curse? You, you actually cursed me."

"No. That's my lesson. I'm just advising you."

"Zheng!"

He Qingqing waved a dagger out of its sheath.

She handed it directly to Song Qianji: "If you regret giving me the Green Ripple Terrace that night, you will kill me tonight!"

"Why?!"

He Qingqing stared at him in a daze: "If I get what I want in the future, but become your enemy... At that time, if you want to kill me again, I, I'm afraid I won't die."

The cold light of the dagger was cold, and the throat was sealed with blood.

Song Qianji sighed: "I bought the piano for you back then, I don't regret it. Tonight, I won't kill you either."

He Qingqing suddenly took three steps back and bowed to him.

Very respectful, very correct.

"Senior Brother Song, I'm going." She straightened up, her spirits sinking and her spirits settled.

Song Qianji turned around with his hands behind his back and stopped looking at her: "You go."

……

The lake is sparkling, like a piece of crystal reflecting thousands of brilliant lights.

The mountains were silent, and only Song Qianji was left in the middle of the lake.

"Come out." He said softly, "I've been running all night, my mind is exhausted, and I can't move my sword fast enough. Huachun Mountain is not on me, Qijueqin is damaged, and this place is not suitable for setting up a dragon-slaying formation. If you want to kill me, This is the best time, don’t miss this opportunity.”

Real person Jieyu Zhonghuawei sighed: "You let everyone else go, how can you fight this game by yourself? He has tampered with the Sansheng Stone, and obviously wants to use the power of the Sansheng Stone to kill you! What other cards can you play?" ?”

Why did Meng Heze, Ji Chen, He Qingqing, Wei Zhenyu, and Miao Yan fall into the fantasy world of the Three Lives Stone at the same time?

Naturally, someone led them here.

Who can attract these people at the same time is naturally only "Song Qianji".

That "Song Qianji" has been in the dark.

Letting real Hua Wei beat his chest and stamp his feet, Song Qianji still stood with his hands behind his back, as if he didn't hear.

A figure wearing a brilliant golden morning glow walked slowly out of the morning mist.

The last incarnation of Wuxiang is exactly the same as him from head to toe.

Song Qianji looked at the person in front of him, as if looking in a mirror.

He had no expression on his face, but the person in the mirror lowered his eyebrows and smiled, which felt a little weird.

"We met again." Wuxiang said, "You don't seem to be used to my appearance?"

Song Qianji shook his head: "Buddhas have no appearances, and neither do demons. 'Anything with appearances is false', you said, the more you want to see the truth clearly, the more you will be confused by appearances. If you can't see clearly, after this night, you should see clearly. Instead, I should thank you for giving me a chance."

Song Qianji raised his eyes, his eyes suddenly turned cold: "Let me see, what are you!"