Buer’s Grand Dao Chapter 453: I have no regrets about my departure

(1)

Nan Qiuci just wants to win. There is only a way in front of his eyes. His body is hot and glowing red, as if he is about to burn.

"Do you really want to die?" said the ringman.

Nan Qiuci understands what the ringers are saying. Because he was very talented in entering the sect, he quickly opened gate of the inner sea and hardly learned the martial arts of mortals.

With magical power disappearing and fleshly body aging, he has no hope of winning this game. So, he made the most extreme choice-burning himself. This is the divine ability [Soul Soul] given to him by the love bird. It does not need to consume magical power, and only consumes vitality to obtain the ability far beyond mortal.

"You run like this," said the Zhongzhong person: "I'm not sure about the first one-but then Yuan Ming must be a widow."

"I beg you," Weimeng followed him, crying, "Don't run away, we still have a chance." The scarred man followed Weimeng, not willing to step Relax.

He turned his head and looked at his energetic followers.

Where are there opportunities? With his decayed body and weak physical strength, how can he fight against these wolf-like different race people, as well as cultivator who is proficient in martial arts? The harder it gets, the better it is to take advantage of the time when the ancient city has just opened and everyone hasn't responded yet.

At the end of the road ahead, an altar-like building suddenly appeared. He was secretly happy in his heart and whispered [Burning Soul], speeding up his pace.

"Be careful." is the hoarse voice of the scarred man.

In the heart of Nan Qiuci, the feet jumped up, and a bone spur was worn from behind...

(2)

Nan Qiuci looked behind, and the three horns came after them-once the altar appeared, the fight between life and death would begin. He had long thought of it.

"You go first."

Weimeng said that he had greeted the horns. The scarred man followed. They were obviously unskilled snowmen, but they didn't hesitate when they rushed up.

Nan Qiuci is a little worried.

"No need to die," he said. "Just block one."

He looked at the backs of the two, and it seemed that he would soon meet the horned short soldiers.

There is no time to hesitate-he sings [Burning Soul] and continues to move forward. Behind him, the clanging banging sound started to be very dense, and gradually became thinner. The roar of the horns continued, but the voices of Wei Meng and the Scarred Man could not be heard.

He runs faster and faster, but he feels more at ease.

"You have only two paths now," hesitantly, he heard the commander say: "Either the first rush to the end, or dead end one."

Of course he understands the meaning of the people in the ring. From the first to the end point, there is a possibility of getting a reward, and everything is possible. If you let others take the lead-[Burning Soul] burned his vitality, death will soon come, and all efforts will be reduced to nothingness.

Perhaps burning divine soul made him extremely sensitive, and he finally heard Weimeng snoring-she seemed to be deliberately restraining herself. Then he heard the babbling, eager cry of the scarred man.

Just take a look.

As soon as he turned his head, his heart tightened violently-Weimeng and Scar Men had been forced to the edge of the road by three horned demons, and could fall at any time.

"This is in the ancient city," said the person in the ring: "The dead can also be resurrected without wasting time."

Can the dead really be resurrected? Unless he witnessed it with his own eyes, he could not believe it. But if Weimeng died here, he really died.

He looked forward, and the altar was not far ahead.

Guard the humane: "Run, run!"

Nan Qiuci turned around and started running back.

Guiden: "Are you crazy? You will win soon!"

Nan Qiuci didn’t speak, chanting [Burning Soul], feeling the burning smell of the soul, speeding up the pace.

A burly, electric-looking man rushed head-on and passed him.

After a while, a woman in a white robe carrying a man greeted him and headed forward.

After a while, a male rider riding a white tiger also ran ahead.

"It's over, it's over," said Cao Zhongren: "You are dead."

"Shut up."

"You are definitely the stupidest person I have ever seen!"

(three)

Sure enough, hand-to-hand combat is not a project that smart Sekkisei should choose.

When forced to a desperate situation, the Scarred Man wields a staff that cannot drive magical technique in his hands and makes his final resistance.

Although the vine horned demon can’t drive the vine magical technique normally, he still took out long vine strips from his mouth, and grasped his hands to dance back and forth, creating a vine in the air. The airtight vine net composed of shadow.

Two bone blade clan horned demon pulled out huge bone spurs from behind and held them like spears, rushing towards him and Wei Meng.

Weimeng has no weapons in his hands and can only dodge by his body. His staff was hard enough, but the bone blade sent a huge impact, causing his hands to crack, and the bone battle fell to the ground.

The bone blade pierced his chest again, and he couldn't care to pick up the staff and hurried to the other side.

Weimeng groaned in his ear. He quickly raised his head and saw that Weimeng was pierced by a bone blade through his shoulder, blood was splashing, and his expression was painful.

He was so heartbroken that he couldn't breathe and rushed towards Wei Meng in desperation.

bone blade clan horned demon smiled sensibly, raised his bone blade, and kicked at Weimeng's chest. Wei Meng flew into the air and fell towards the ruins.

His world turned into darkness, and he could only see the light of Wei Meng. He ran to the edge of the road, leaped down and hugged Wei Meng.

The three horns watched them shake their heads and continue to chase them forward.

The scorpion thrashed from the ruins.

The dense red dots of countless red light in the darkness, he knew it was the eyes of the scorpion.

He leaned into Wei Meng's ear, "Live well." This time he forgot to cover his voice.

"Xiya ①?" Wei Meng looked at him in surprise, "Are you Xiya?"

"Goodbye."

He whirled in mid-air and threw Wei Meng back with his inertia.

"Don't!" Wei Meng shook his head at him, shouting, "Don't!"

Xiya smiled, waved towards Wei Meng, and fell to Scorpion Sea. He already smelled the scorpion.

(four)

Wei Meng was thrown back to the road by the scarred man, but Nan Qiuci was still rushing to the rubble. Without magical technique, Fei Dun can only rely on [Burning Soul], divine soul burning speed is significantly faster. Between Xu Yu, he had clearly heard the sound of the footsteps of life passing by more and more anxiously.

"Dream only," Cao Zhongren said: "How many times have you even saved him?"

It's too late to say anything. Nan Qiuci jumped out, and by the burning momentum of divine soul, it turned into a red light and grabbed the scarred man.

The scarred man apparently didn’t think about his behavior and looked at him blankly.

He sang [Burning Soul] again. The burning power of divine soul wrapped the two people and returned to the road together.

Weimen cried and said, "What are you doing back?"

The scarred man opened his mouth without making a sound.

Nan Qiuci smiled and ran forward. The altar is still ahead, the game is not over yet, and there is hope. He sang [Burning Soul] again, and the light of burning divine soul flashed, brighter than before. He kicked up twelve points and ran forward, but stepping on the ground was like stepping on cotton. He fell down without running a few steps. He tried to get up, but his arms and legs no longer had any strength. If I wanted to sing [Burning Soul] again, I found that my skin was loose and loose, such as a hundred years old, and divine soul could not be burned.

Wei Meng and Scar Man chased him up and helped him up.

He smiled and said, "I can't run anymore."

Jianzhong said, "You deserve it."

Weimen burst into tears, tears rolling down like beads.

(five)

This is the most sad time in Wei Meng's life, and she can't forget it until she dies.

Nan Qiuci is really out of strength, leaning on her arm like a puddle of mud. His face was covered with loose wrinkles, the flesh of his body was hanging weakly on his bones, and a rotten old man's smell penetrated into her nostrils.

He tremblingly raised his hand and pointed to the altar in front of him, as if exhausting all his strength, "Take me there."

Wei Mengqiang held back the tears, carefully hugged him, and walked forward.

His face was gray and dark, like dark clouds. The further you go, the darker your face, obviously the limit is coming. But his eyes opened slightly to look forward, still going forward, and kept walking.

She was crying and walking, as if a knife was stirring in her heart. When approaching the altar, Nan Qiuci suddenly said, "Stop, I can't wait."

She couldn't control her emotions at once, hugged him and sat on the ground, howling and crying. The passing cultivator looked at her curiously, but she didn't care. Xiya stood quietly beside her, patting her shoulder gently.

Nan Qiuci moved his finger. She soon realized that she held his hand in front of her and there was a ring in the **** that seemed to be made of bronze.

"I will die later," Nan Qiuci said: "You hold me and take it to the finish line. After Ida announces the winner, you take it off from me. It will be yours later ."

Jian Zhongren said: "Are you treating Lao Tzu as a relic?" said, suddenly whining and crying.

Nan Qiuci looked at the scarred man, then at her, and said, "After I die, you will follow him."

She was shocked and suddenly understood what she had.

She shook her head desperately, and tears fell accidentally on his face.

(Six)

Nan Qiuci opened his eyes for the last time.

This is the ancient city of Kazakhstan that was cast thousands of years ago. Here is the vast ancient road among the ruins of the Scorpion Sea.

The sky is filled with crimson fog, and the sound of scorpions rubbing against the carapace came from the ruins.

He couldn’t see or hear. I just feel that the world is suddenly quiet. In a trance, the world changed in front of me—

I saw the old Bluestone Road several years ago, with deep twists and turns. Moss is mottled, and Dijin climbs the wall. The clear stream winds eastwards, and a curved stone bridge lies plain. There are light boats running slowly in the river, and pedestrians are on both sides of the bank. Everyone leisurely fanned and pointed the scenery.

A flat green boat flows down, and a girl stands quietly at the head of the boat--

The lotus is worn, and the coat is floating.

Green temples follow the clouds, vermilion goose yellow.

Slim waist is very strong, Qiang Liu will face the wind.

Because the hands are opposite to each other, the onion and jade are new.

Looking idle, looking at the South Bank.

Ye Meiying is still looking at her face, smiling frequently, and can withstand hundreds of gestures.

His eyes looked straight, and his eyes seemed to curl into a thin red thread, firmly held in the girl's bun. There seemed to be a lively gong and drum feast in the atrium, and the rubbing and knocking kept on.

In Zhouweiqiaodong, the girl knew that she saw the red thread on her hair bun or she heard the gongs and drums on the bridge. Suddenly, he looked up at Qiaotou, suddenly holding a face of Xiang Pei Yu Zhuan and Hong Mei Ying Xue, and smiled at him.

"Yuan Ming, Yuan Ming," he called gently.

When Yuan Ming tilted his head and smiled at him, he waved again...

He closed his eyes and felt that the world could not be quieter.

......

On the seemingly endless grand dao, the dreamy hoarse and sad cry cried out.

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【There is no regret for my departure——Nan Qiuci】

I am Nan Qiuci, a man destined to drift to death.

My tragedy begins with sea suppressing beast love bird. Love Birds can make all women fall in love with me. If you go passionately grand dao~IndoMTL.com~ my life should be very smart But I fell in love with a woman, and I walked on to the infatuated grand dao without any turning back.

My love is called Yuan Ming. She died in the hands of my master. I did not avenge her, but embarked on a journey to bring her back to life.

The people in the ring said I was stupid. How does he know that I actually enjoy it? I think of her every night, as long as I think of her being able to survive, I am very happy.

Unfortunately, after all, it can't be done. My life came to an end, but I have no regrets. Because soon she will be seen below. Wei Meng followed me for so long, I was a bit sorry for her. Fortunately, I chose a guardian for her-the person who loves her most in the world. Isn't this a happy result?

When the soul left fleshly body, I felt that my body was warm, which was unprecedented satisfaction.

My opening remarks were wrong—I am Nan Qiuci, a man destined to chase success. My comedy begins with love birds.

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You all dao friend, Nan Qiuci story is over.

Actually, I also prepared two endings for him. The first one is now.

The second ending is that he walked past the finish line, won the victory, and fulfilled his wish. When Yuan Ming died and came back to life, he came to the end of his life, only to spend time with him. The story ends here. However, the reality in the world is often that the desire to pursue hard may not come true, but we can control our own inner world. For Nan Qiuci, if you work hard, chase, and do your best, there will be no regrets. This is really a comedy.

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①Xiya: I know that some people must ask—“Who is West Asia?” “The update is too slow, and no one can remember”. So, I tell you that Xiya is the big one of the Sejin Mage, Weimeng's dog legs, because Weimeng was tortured, a poor man with an unrecognizable face.