The Moon God Changxi [Honghuang]

The ground is full of potholes, and if you look carefully, they are all bottomless ravines. In the mountains in the distance, you can see frequent cracks in many places with the naked eye, as if they would break at the touch of a finger.

If it is said that this place may have been vigorous and vigorous in the past, there are only a few traces left now.

Flesh and blood either vanished, or merged with the land, under the blood red, it seems that there are thousands of miles, and a piece of dry bones remains. If you are lucky, you can still see what it is and what it is, and more of it is nothing. Scattered, some fell into the pit, got stuck there, and there were a lot of debris.

There are also broken finger bones buried in the bloody soil, sticking out upwards. If she wants to, she will be able to dig out more bones from the soil.

And all of this is not because the time is too long, so that the flesh and blood are gone, but because countless things have been experienced here, and only those bones are left in the end.

It is even said that it is not easy to be able to leave the bones.

When some people die, they don't actually leave any corpses behind.

You can even take a lot of things with you.

Especially when it explodes.

Blood dripped from the fingertips, fell to the ground, and was also swallowed by the ground.

In front of Changyi's eyes, he even saw countless stars falling down in an instant, hitting the ground, the sea, and Buzhou Mountain, and in an instant, flesh and blood flew everywhere.

Changyi saw countless people in the position she cared about most.

And when they saw her, she heard countless people calling her.

The voices were high and low, or they were trying to keep her, or they were struggling, and there were also those who desperately wanted her to leave this place.

The same familiarity, but she couldn't think of anything, but she still couldn't help looking, touching, and raising her hand to try to touch something.

The low humming filled the brain again, gradually overwhelming those calls.

Countless hideous faces were right in front of her eyes, following her like a shadow.

One after another.

Familiar, unfamiliar, important, unimportant, everything around her erodes Changyi's will.

Shouting and screaming, the low hum continued, and with the sound, the bones on the ground climbed up little by little, and the broken magic weapon seemed to re-condense, and there was a "clang" impact.

The dead bones on the ground seemed to have 'lived' again, rejoining this protracted battlefield with countless casualties.

And these things, when Changyi looked at them intently, the bones became people one after another visibly with the naked eye.

Everything in the body is repeating itself.

"Changyi."

"Changyi."

"Changyi."

When she looked up, Changyi saw Xi He covered in blood, with several wounds on her face, the original gold hairpin beads had been knocked to the ground long ago, her hair was messy, and some of them were even stuck to the blood or even the wound so tightly. Clinging tightly to her body, she didn't know whether she was crying or laughing, as if she had fallen into a madness, like a crazy woman, and continued to call, "Changyi."

The voice gradually faded away, but Xi He was still talking, getting closer, getting closer.

Just as Changyi was trying to go up and approach Xihe, she saw an overwhelming force erupting from Xihe's body.

The flesh and blood directly turned into a blood mist, and in the end there was nothing left in it.

Changyi stretched out her hand subconsciously, but she couldn't even catch anything.

The face seemed to be covered with blood without knowing when.

It seems to be familiar, and it seems to come from Xihe.

From power, to feel.

It's like the sister never left.

Changyi raised her hand and wiped her face, and the blood she touched immediately merged with the blood in her palm.

Even when she raised her palm, she didn't know if it was her own or it came from everything in front of her eyes.

It's obviously full of blood mist, but Chang Yi doesn't think there is any problem at the moment.

Those blood-red eyes seemed to be soaked in blood.

The calling sound is still going on, and the sharp, roaring, shouting, struggling, and all kinds of things are completely non-stop in my ears.

Shouting like a child, Changyi couldn't help but tremble in her heart.

Familiar, terribly familiar.

Coming from the ground and coming out of the abyss, Changyi wanted to reach out to touch, to fish, to save them.

He lowered his body and stretched out his hands. Under the crack, countless hands tried to grab Changyi and try to pull Changyi down.

The palm that was holding her was too small, and there were countless wounds on it, which were so densely packed that it was frightening.

One, two, three.

At that moment, Changyi even had the urge to just go on like this.

It seems that this is how it should be.

There was someone behind her supporting her, standing there, wanting to come this way, but also seemed to be retreating, hesitating, wanting to touch, wanting to leave.

Changyi turned her head and found that the eye sockets of the person behind her were empty, too hollow to hold anything, her face was covered with blood, as if she had scratched it with her hands, her hair was tightly attached to her face, or Bleeding.

And the original color of the clothes has long since disappeared, not only the blood, but also the gravel stained on the ground.

It seems that being able to get here is a groping, the simplest touch.

It's hard to imagine what kind of stunning eyes there used to be in those eye sockets.

But Changyi knew.

At that moment, she could sense who the person in front of her was.

The left hand was held by those hands, and the right hand was raised, as if to grab the person in front of him.

When the finger touches, it seems to pull the other party over.

There is no light, no sun, nothing, but the tactile sensation brought by perception intensifies her cognition.

This is her light, her sun.

It's just that now he has fallen into the mundane world, and there is nothing left.

The golden crown fell down early at an unknown time, and the pair of golden pupils turned into these empty eye sockets at an unknown time.

Covered in blood, it seemed like he didn't feel anything.

Like, it's her.

The fingertips were very strong, holding her hand firmly, opening his mouth, opening and closing as if talking about something.

The buzzing in her ears continued and increased, suppressing all other sounds, so that she couldn't hear anything except this low humming, like a giant python entangled in her ears, tightly imprisoned her ears.

Chang Yi tried to identify the mouth shape, he called her name, yes, her name.

Changyi.

The hands were held tightly, as if calling, as if pulling.

If she could hear the voice, then the voice might be gradually rapid, with each sound getting higher and higher.

But she couldn't hear it, and everything could only come from speculation.

The strength of the left hand is still continuously pulling down.

As for the right hand side, it seems that he also wants to bring her in, but for some reason, he is just pulling her.

"Should I go down?"

"Did you call me?"

"Should I go down?"

Changyi looked at the person in front of her and said softly.

The man was still talking, but Changyi still couldn't hear him.

He moved, and Changyi felt the familiar blood again on the top of Changyi's head.

Tick, tick.

Blood flowed down the eyebrows and eyes.

Changyi's eyelashes were also stained with blood.

At this very moment, Changyi seemed to be in a furnace, originating from a single point, warm like light, warm like a raging fire, and she was like a piece of ice for thousands of years, falling into it, never seen before, There will be no more in the future, just like moths to a flame, Changyi is a little reluctant to wipe off the blood on her face that is so hot that people want to cry out.

It was this hot blood that made her consciousness vacant for a moment, and her sanity returned to three points.

Where is she?

She was in an illusion, and she turned her head bewitched by that 'her'.

She didn't go out.

And the person in front of her seemed extremely real, and she couldn't feel anything wrong.

Even if the person in front of him has reached such a point.

But she could subconsciously feel that this was him.

Changyi didn't know if there was something wrong with her subconscious mind, but there was no doubt that this place was an illusion.

She couldn't, or at least shouldn't be dragged down.

Someone is waiting for her.

Yes, someone is waiting for her.

In such a close position, she could not sink down.

It's all fake here.

No, it's true here.

Even if the person in front of her felt like Tai Yi, it wasn't him.

Once again, the nails were firmly embedded in the flesh, and Changyi wanted to get rid of the scene in front of her, but she was like a person who fell into a swamp. The more she struggled, the more she would be dragged down to the ground by the swamp and swallowed up.

The dagger reappeared in his palm, but was grabbed by someone.

It's the fake Tai.

It is to obstruct, to prevent her from going out.

Changyi turned the dagger in her backhand and went directly towards the fake Taiyi.

And that fake Taiyi didn't seem to have the slightest intention of resisting, like a puppet, like a dummy.

The dagger just stopped between the brows of that puppet.

He looked at her with empty eyes, dull and unable to see anything, and his other hand was still on her forehead, as if it was a constant temptation.

He seemed to be still talking, but Changyi had no time to look at him anymore.

The subconscious mind in her heart guides her all the time.

He knew it was fake, but he still couldn't do it.

Changyi gritted her teeth, pushed the puppet away with her backhand, and the blade landed directly on her arm.

"The way of heaven is the general trend, and the destiny cannot be violated. You have done so much, what is the use?" The familiar voice sounded again, and the voice was full of persuasion.

"If it was unbreakable, I would not have come to this day." Changyi raised her crimson eyes and said.

"If that's the case, why is it here?"

"It's because of you."

"Really? Is it really me?" She paused, then looked at Chang Yi and said, "You are deceiving yourself, this is you and my illusion."

"If you had never thought about all this, the current situation would not have happened, and you would not feel that you can't make it through, because you know." She stood there like Lang Langhaoyue, unattainable.

"I won't let this happen, even if everything ends here, I won't see this scene." Chang Yi said, "Similarly, I won't die here, and die here without any use. "

"I said, I don't know, and I don't need to know all of this," Chang Yi said.

"But what you said is false." She whispered, her voice was also unusually firm.

It's just that Changyi doesn't need this kind of firmness, nor does she need this kind of so-called truth or falsehood, so she looks at that person fixedly, "I don't need you."

"I am you."

"you are not."

Changyi stared at that person fixedly, and with a thought, the Chaos Orb appeared, but the light remained.

"If you kill me, you will die too." She said, raising her hand, and the Chaos Orb, which seemed to be exactly the same as Changyi's, appeared beside her, "We are the same."

"And you know how to break the illusion, don't you?" She said, "As long as you do it."

"As long as you go, he is waiting for you, why do you stop because of something fake?"

"I'll help you."

"Because we are one."