Heavenly practice

The smile on Zhao Yu's face disappeared, and she looked at the almost arrogant young man, "Aren't you afraid of death?"

"I used to think that my life would end in a hundred years, but I didn't know that there are people in the world who live the same life as the heaven and the earth, and live with the sun and the moon. My hundred years and the hundred years of all living beings are like sacrifices in their eyes. They slaughter them casually and destroy them at will. In such a world, the life of a mortal is worthless... I am unwilling."

"What can you do if you are not willing? This is the way things are in the world, and the way of heaven is ruthless. Whoever can survive is the way. Who cares what way you prove?"

Zhao Yu squatted down with a mocking smile, and probed his body with his hand, "All your bones are broken, and your internal organs are all broken, so you can't survive."

"Is it."

Long Xiang's vision began to blur, he moved his hand forcefully, climbed to the corner of Zhao Yu's clothes, and clenched it tightly.

Zhao Yu watched indifferently without moving.

"The way of heaven is ruthless, but you are not the way of heaven, even if you are the way of heaven, I would not accept it..." Long Xiang stared at her firmly.

"You stained my skirt."

Xuanyu looked into his eyes and said calmly, but Long Xiang's eyes had lost their light, but he still didn't let go of her skirt.

The wilderness behind him was deserted, the sun had already set on the western mountain, and the blood-red sunset sprinkled the city with sunset.

Xuanyu squatted there looking at the open-eyed young man on the ground, and poked his arm a little bored, "Are you really the son of heaven? You can't even compare to the heels of your lord..."

The boy lay in a pool of blood, unresponsive.

Xuan Yu quietly looked into his dim eyes, suddenly raised her head and muttered something into the air, then lowered her head and put her hands on the boy's chest.

This is what Shen Zhuo saw when he stepped into the Nine Layers Palace. Long Xiang in the water mirror was lying in a pool of blood, lifeless, like a dead man.

He was shocked, but still tried to calm down.

Impossible, if the protagonist dies, the world will collapse...

No, no one knows what the world would be like without the protagonist?Whether it just collapses or continues to run, no one knows, including him, Shen Zhuo!

Standing there, he forgot his purpose of coming here for a moment, and he didn't even notice that the little white fox was pawing at his ankle.

His arrival caused Chang Ming to wave away the water mirror, and turned his gaze to Shen Zhuo who was standing in front of the door.

"The Son of Heaven is dead," he said.

Shen Zhuo's mind froze, and he clenched his hands hidden under his big sleeves, but he didn't answer.

Chang Ming walked towards him slowly, the difference in height between the two of them allowed Chang Ming to look down into his eyes, with a strong sense of oppression on his cold face.

Shen Zhuo raised his head to meet him, and said into those eyes, "I want him to live, he will not die."

He said calmly, but he panicked in his heart, Chang Ming didn't bother to lie, Long Xiang might really be dead.

The protagonist is dead, how can the book continue?How can he return to the original world?

Shen Zhuo was so anxious for the first time since time travel.

He looked at Chang Ming in front of him, and felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart. He was just joking. He was an ordinary person who wrote a book. In this world full of immortal cultivators, he had a confrontation with the most powerful demigod. He knew everything. He didn't believe in the system of cultivating immortals, but instead trusted the fragile plot, and today, the plot hit him hard in the face.

"squeak?"

The white fox seemed to sense his change of mood and licked his chin.

The soft and wet touch relieved Shen Zhuo Beng's tense nerves, he breathed in his heart, and put the white fox in his palm to touch it.

When he raised his head, there was the usual casual smile on his face, "Changming, I am not just a god, I am the way of heaven. Destiny is like an unfinished book in my hands. It will not be changed easily unless I do it myself. .”

Chang Ming saw that he didn't speak, and the white fox bared its teeth and claws at him very embarrassingly.

"So, Longxiang will not die, even if he dies, there will be a second Longxiang, but it will never be you, and your only chance to change your destiny is at the end of the book, which is what I gave Your only chance. The Son of Heaven is the node of the cycle of fate, if he dies, the cycle of fate will repeat, maybe ten thousand years, or ten thousand years, you have to wait!"

Shen Zhuo's meaning is very simple, he is fooling Chang Ming, making Chang Ming think that this world will produce children of heaven one after another, just like an endless curse, trapping Chang Ming for a long time, the only way It was his battle with Dacheng's Son of Heaven.

He couldn't, this was the only solution he had to deal with Long Xiang's possible death at the moment, and he didn't know whether Chang Ming would believe him or not.

If he believed it, Chang Ming would definitely save Long Xiang again in order not to wait for a long time. If he didn't believe it, he could only choose another path that he rejected at the beginning.

He didn't wait for Changming's answer, but raised his hand and wrist, the white light on it turned into countless light spots and disappeared completely, then Shen Zhuo turned and left and walked out of the nine-fold palace.

Chang Ming also turned around and sat on his high seat, facing the empty palace and asked, "How?"

The hall was obviously empty, but another voice sounded, the voice was old and slow, "I don't know."

"You claim to be a family of destiny, but you don't know the way of heaven?" Chang Ming asked.

"God knows nothing."

"The way of heaven should not be a person."

"..."

The voice was silent for a moment and then said, "The way of heaven should be ruthless and desireless..."

"But you can see that the way of heaven has turned into a human race with seven emotions and six desires." Chang Ming's voice was very indifferent, but it was full of sarcasm.

That voice also seemed to be hesitant, but Chang Ming suddenly asked, "Is he really a god?"

"Your Majesty, do you think there is anyone in the world who can enter and leave the cloud, sky and fog at will, and who can cut off the lock of your spiritual consciousness at will?" the voice asked back.

Chang Ming stopped talking, but the breath on his body became even colder. Indeed, since Jiu Ge's death, Xu Jingtian retreated from the world, and no one in the world can fight him, and he is not even qualified to resist. He is a god, even Xuanyu couldn't break the chain of his spiritual consciousness, but Shen Zhuo did it with a single raise of his hand.

And Shen Zhuo, who stepped down the jade steps, had already scolded Xiao Wuya countless times in his heart. Although he saw Xuanyu was about to attack Longxiang in the water mirror before, he didn't take it seriously when he saw that Xiao Wuya knew it well. After all, Xiao Wuya may not be able to defeat Xuanyu, but it is more than enough to save Long Xiang from her hands. Unexpectedly...

Xiao Wuya, the asshole!

Shen Zhuo wished he could beat him up, but the most important thing right now was to leave the sky and fog environment, only when he left the sky and fog environment could he perceive where Long Xiang was.

"squeak?"

Missing the Liumeng tree, Baihu looked at him suspiciously.

"I'm leaving Lingdu, will you still be with me?" Shen Zhuo asked it.

"Squeak." Without further ado, the white fox hugged his neck with four paws to show its loyalty.

"Maybe I don't even have to eat, let alone the current Lingquan Lingguo."

"Squeak!" The white fox's tail also hugged it up.

Standing on the last jade step, Shen Zhuo jumped and fell straight into the cliff at the top of Santu Peak.

The light above his head was swallowed up, and the Santu River was flowing silently, but he saw himself reflected in the river while falling—a completely different Shen Zhuo.

He looked at himself in the river in a daze, when Xuanniao's figure passed by and caught him firmly, the white fox was so frightened that he tightly grabbed Shen Zhuo's ears and dared not move.

"Go find your brother." Shen Zhuo patted Xuanniao's back and said.

The moment he stepped out of the cloud, sky and fog, all the huge spiritual consciousness surged in, human race, monster race, and grass and tree elves, but there was no Long Xiang.

Shen Zhuo's heart is very heavy. There are two reasons for this situation. One is that the Lingdu is far away from Long Xiang across more than half of Zhongzhou, which is beyond the reach of his spiritual consciousness, and the second is that Long Xiang's spiritual consciousness is too weak to even Disappeared, he couldn't perceive it.

The shock and doubts in his heart about what he saw in the Santu River were all left behind at the moment, and he only prayed that the protagonist would not die.