Nightfall Chapter 291: My life, Sangsang sing to Donghu
Volume Two, Lake of Winter, Chapter 291, my life, Sangsang sings to Donghu
Sangsang's right hand was in the cold night wind. (《》)
A ray of light appeared on the belly of her index finger. The light suddenly became round and turned into a faint flame. The color of the flame was exceptionally white, without a trace of impurities, and it smelled of holiness.
Immediately afterwards, this holy flame radiated from the pads of her thumb, middle finger, ring finger, and little finger at the same time, illuminating her small black hands with an unusual whiteness.
These holy flames are Haotian divine glory.
The Haotian divine glory between her fingers was swaggered by the night breeze.
More holy divine flames ooze out from the gaps in her new clothes and fabrics, from her dark little face, and from the ends of her yellowish hair, covering her thin body and being The **** umbrella she was holding in her left hand seemed to sense something, and it slowly closed in the wind, silently resting on her leg.
The cliffs of Yanming Lake shine brightly.
Sangsang shines brightly.
It seems like endless Haotian divine glory, spraying out from her thin body, instantly illuminating the snow-covered cliff in front of her, the snowy lake under the cliff, and the broken well on the other side of the lake. Decay, illuminating the reeds of the snow bridge on the west bank, and the snow monks in the winter forest on the east bank, illuminating the entire city of Chang'an.
The holy and blazing light shot from the bank of Yanming Lake to the sky, and spread to every corner of Chang'an City. The deep night seemed to usher in a solemn sunrise, bright as day.
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On the cliff beside Yanming Lake.
The Haotian Shenhui outside Sangsang's body does not seem to have any temperature, because her hair is not curled and her clothes are not scorched, but the flames that have become burning seem to be really burning.
The blood stained on her clothes was scorched without a trace, and the dirt and snow on her shoes turned into blue smoke, and the dirt was cleaned up, becoming cleaner and transparent than clean. .
As transparent as her people.
One day in the fourteenth year of the Apocalypse, the old man who had escaped from Xiling Temple came to Chang'an City. He bought a bowl of hot and sour noodle soup, poured half a bowl of hot and sour noodle soup, and stained his cotton jacket. I saw a dark and thin girl in Old Bi Zhai in Lin 47 Lane, and she didn't want to leave again.
The old man looked at her, followed her, told her that there was a bright opportunity, and taught her what he had learned in his life without hiding it, and said with great emotion, I have never seen a more transparent existence than you.
So Sangsang is transparent.
So the Haotian Divine Radiance exuded from her body has no loss or refraction, just as holy and pure as the original Divine Radiance.
Xiling Temple has painstakingly taught the Dao people and also mastered the Haotian Divine Art. For example, Dao Chi Ye Hongyu is good at this Dao, but no one in the Dao Sect can exert a purer Haotian Divine Radiance than Sangsang.
Because she is the heir of light.
She is Guangming's daughter.
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The reeds on the west bank bridge seem to be turned into beautiful objects carved from white jade under the white light.
Ye Hongyu held the railing tightly and looked at the dazzling light on the lake in the distance. She was shocked and unable to speak. She knew that Sangsang had magical skills, and she had seen each other with the little maid, but she never Knowing that Sangsang's true magical ability was actually so strong. Sanctuary
At this time, it should have been late at night, unable to borrow the brilliance of Haotian, she was totally unable to understand how Sangsang could release so much light, even though she knew that she was the only heir of the God of Light in the world, Xiling Temple wanted it wholeheartedly She still couldn't understand the person who invited back to Momoyama.
No one understood the light by the Yanming Lake at this time, including Ye Su who was standing on the city wall, but he did not try to understand the scene before him like his sister at this time.
Looking at the divine glory that illuminates the night sky and perceiving the aura there, this Zhishouguan inheritor's face is full of pious longing and shocked and dazed expression, muttering: "What a pure light."
The big brother standing next to Ye Su also looked in the direction of Yanming Lake. He didn't move or smile. Instead, he looked very solemn and didn't know what he was worried about.
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Under the snow bridge outside the barracks, the generals of Army Yulin and the practitioners at Tianshu looked at the direction of Yanming Lake in a dazed and shocked manner, and the emotions on their faces were clearly illuminated by the light.
Xu Shi raised his head to look at the beautiful light reflected by the dark clouds in the night sky, his movements were extremely heavy, and his wrinkled old cheeks were full of questions.
The second senior, sitting cross-legged on the snow bridge, kept his head down most of the time from day to night. At this time, he finally raised his head and looked at the light at Yanming Lake, with a rare sincere smile.
Then he looked at Xu Shi and said, "This is a miracle."
Although this is not a miracle created by the academy, a miracle is a miracle. After Master Yan Se and the great priest of Guangming died together, the second brother climbed the Wuming Mountain and watched the little maid holding the ashes into the urn, feeling pity. For some reason, I always feel that a miracle will happen to the little maid in the future.
For this, he will not hesitate to argue with his most respected big brother.
Tonight he finally saw the miracle happened to Sangsang, so he started to smile.
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In the winter forest on the east bank of Yanming Lake, Qi Nian's body is covered with tens of thousands of snow like cicada wings. It looks like a Buddha statue carved out of ice and snow. No matter how fierce the battle on the snow lake was, this Buddha Zong Zhaozong remained silent all the time, guarding his heart, fighting against the person behind the cicada's sound, calmly waiting for the result.
When Haotian Divine Hui appeared on the cliff, he suddenly opened his eyes, and Bo Xue fell rustlingly from his eyes, and there were many complex emotions in his gentle but determined eyes.
Those emotions are compassion, peace, struggle, and finally turn into admiration.
In the winter forest, there has always been a faint cicada's sound, and there has been a change at this time. The rhythm of the cicada's sound is strangely showing indifference and disgust, but the tone is somewhat satisfying.
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The pavilions outside the Snow Hall of the Royal Palace.
Datang Guoshi Li Qingshan, looking at the light from the south suddenly illuminating the night sky, his right hand trembling suddenly, pulling off a few long beards, his face revealed an incredible expression.
Master Huangyang, standing next to the snow clock, looked at the direction of Yanming Lake, slightly opened his lips, and turned into a compassionate Buddha's horn with a sigh, his palms seemed to be unconsciously slapped on the clock face.
The thin snow on the ancient clock broke inch by inch, sliding down the clock face to the ground.
The melodious and solemn bells travel far away in the dark night like daylight. (《》)
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At this time, the world in Sangsang's eyes is white.
Pure and flawless white.
That is the color of light.
Her gaze did not stay in those pure and brilliant worlds, but silently looked at the figure on the snow lake, feeling the message of the power of thought.
The power of mind is calling desperately, looking so greedy, so hungry, even with a sense of panic, just like a devil who wants to devour her flesh and blood.
Sangsang clearly felt this meaning, but she did not panic. Amidst the blazing Haotian divine glory, she calmly opened her spiritual world to Ning Que on the side of Nianli.
Some consciousness has long become Sangsang’s instinct. Her spirit, her flesh and blood, her brilliance, her life, everything about her are hers, and Ning Que’s, she can do nothing Hesitate to share with him, or dedicate to him, so why not be afraid? Where can I panic?
She is Ning Que's destiny, and Ning Que is also her destiny. Then I will give you as much as you want, even if it is all, I will give you what you want, even life.
If the relationship between a practitioner and his life is a bosom friend, Ning Que and Sangsang are the world’s first bosom friends, not mountains and rivers, but pots and pans, their joy, anger, sorrow and joy are connected, their hearts are connected, they live and die Connected, they don't need to try to understand each other, they naturally understand each other.
If the cultivator has a close relationship with his life, Ning Que and Sangsang are the two closest people in the world. They ate and slept together when they were young, and slept when they were in the heat, and warmed together in the cold winter. I know that you are proud to write with the branches, and when you smile, you know that your hand was cut by the edge when washing the dishes.
If there really is a destiny of heaven, then fifteen years ago, Haotian asked them to meet in the starving county of Hebei, and then they began to live and die together, once lived and died together, and will continue to live and die together. This is destiny.
It seems that all of this has already been doomed in the dark.
There seems to be a way of communication.
At this time, Sangsang's life-burning Haotian Divine Brilliance must follow the passage in the dark to pass it on to that person.
The breath between heaven and earth suddenly became quiet.
In the light, Sangsang's face was white and frowned. He seemed very painful, but there was a smile on his face.
The blazing Haotian divine glory on her body suddenly condensed into a bunch, and shot down the cliff, forming a light bridge connecting Yanming Mountain and Yanming Lake.
The endless Haotian Divine Brilliance, passing through this light bridge, through the cold wind on the snow lake, is continuously input into Ning Que's body, making the simple sword he is holding bright!
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The Haotian divine brilliance that rushed forward caused Xiahou's eyes to shrink suddenly, but in a very short moment, he was burned to the point of yellowing, revealing a look of shock and fear.
He felt that this was not the Haotian Divine Radiance, but the real Haotian Divine Radiance. It was the kind of power he feared the most. Although he had betrayed the Demon Sect and took refuge in the Dao Sect, he was still afraid.
Countless Haotian Divine Hui spit out from the blade and enveloped Xiahou's body. These supposedly solemn and compassionate flames seemed so cold at this time, burning his **** and spirit mercilessly.
These divine radiance flames, waiting for Ning Que’s own divine brilliance at this moment, so he was not affected in any way, his blade was sharp, holding the dazzling blazing radiance, and slashed forward!
This sword is his most familiar sword technique, and it is also the simplest sword technique. It does not have any fancy moves. It just cuts from the top to the bottom, but it is also his most powerful one. He cut off the heads of countless horse thieves on the shore of Subbi Lake. At the side entrance of the academy, he cut Liu Yiqing into waste with a single knife.
The iron gun in Xiahou's hand could no longer withstand the awe-inspiring power of the sword and the burning and purification of Haotian Divine Hui, it collapsed with a crisp sound, and it broke into two parts!
The blade went forward and continued downward.
Xiahou shouted violently, like thunder blasting on the snow lake, saw his iron hands slam forward with the momentum of the bridge, forcibly pinning Ning Que's knife in his fist!
The huge impact of Xiahou's double fists traveled along the blade to the hilt, and then to Ning Que's body, but he seemed to be unaware, lowering his head and pursing his lips, and continued to press without a word!
The blade spitting out Haotian Divine Brilliance, burning Xiahou's fist, slowly and unstoppably moved downward, getting closer and closer to his thin and pale face.
Facing the imminent death, Xiahou let out a frantic howl and made the last effort to lift up the severely injured foot and slam into Ning Que's waist and abdomen!
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Even if Xiahou kicked Ning Que with this kick, he could no longer stop Ning Que's blade and the Haotian divine glory on the blade, but he still did it because he wanted Ning Que to die with him.
However, he couldn't make it all together.
At the moment when he kicked Ning Que's waist with his toes, a breath passed down Xiahou's body along his legs, entered his sea of consciousness, and finally turned into extremely thick blood in his mouth and nose. taste.
Xiahou is familiar with that breath because he has felt it before.
He is very unfamiliar with that breath because he hasn't felt it for many years.
The breath that turned into a thick and **** smell was so indifferent, and so lofty and vast, as if standing in a very remote sky looking at him condescendingly.
Then Xiahou heard a cicada cry.
The cicada cries heard in the palace during the day, he thought it was a hallucination.
The cicada cries heard when he stepped into Yanming Lake at twilight seemed to him to be true.
At this time, before he died, he heard the cicadas again, this time he confirmed it was true.
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Ning Que was kicked directly and fell heavily into the snow. He braced himself with difficulty, trying to get up and give Xiahou a knife, but no matter how hard he struggled, it was futile, so he had to sit in the snow, panting. .
A slit appeared on Xiahou's body. The slit was very straight. It started on the forehead and then extended downwards, cutting his nose and lips, chest and abdomen.
Blood oozes out along the flesh that is opening at the knife edge. Tonight's battle is too tragic. He shed too much blood. At this time, the blood remaining in the body can only ooze, looking more miserable.
Xiahou didn't fall down, looking down at the deep blood on his chest. This stab wound may not be fatal to him at his peak, but it is not something he can bear at this time.
The surrounding Haotian divine radiance, for some unknown reason, did not extinguish, but continued to burn. The cold lake water seemed to turn into lamp oil, the snow blocks seemed to turn into coal, and the entire Yanming Lake seemed to be burning. It emits a dazzling light, illuminating everything on the lake clearly.
Under the shining light, Xiahou looked at the knife on his chest and knew that death was coming soon. He slowly let go of his hand, letting the two sever guns fall, and the snow splashed.
The bell ringing in the palace in the distance finally came to Yanming Lake.
Xiahou looked up at the bell, wondering if he was thinking about his sister.
The bell rings again.
There was a buzzing sound from his burly body, and countless fine gravels splashed out from his body and scattered around, as if he had hidden dust for decades.
The melodious bells kept ringing, echoing in the quiet Chang'an city.
Pump, pounce, pounce!
Xiahou's body made a series of muffled noises, and the surface suddenly sank. In some places, it was high and bulged, fractured and broken, and the traces seemed to be hit by a fist.
These are Tang's fists.
During the repeated assassinations on the wasteland, Tang braved the danger of death and was severely injured, breaking Xiahou's armor with a blood knife, leaving more than a dozen fists on his body.
In the past few days, Xiahou used his majestic true energy and terrifying realm to forcibly suppress these fist injuries. At this time, Haotian Shenhui burned and melted the meridian crystal walls in his body, so he could not suppress these. Quan Yi burst out at this moment.
The injuries he suppressed with the magic sect's secret method previously broke out again, and countless wounds reappeared on his skin, and the picture looked extremely strange.
Before dying, it is necessary to re-experience the injuries and pains that have been suffered once again. I have to say that this is a very cruel thing.
Xiahou's internal organs are all broken, and it can even be said that they have turned into rotten flakes.
There is not much blood in the muscles, and there is still a lot of blood in the internal organs, so Xiahou began to cough up blood, with thick black blood, pouring into his mouth along his esophagus and trachea, and then overflowing his lips.
Xiahou stood in the snow, coughing up blood and laughing.
Ning Que sat in the snow, was silent for a long time, and then laughed.
The smiles of the two people have completely different meanings.
Sangsang sat in the snow beside the cliff of Yanming Mountain, looking extremely weak. She looked at the picture on the distant lake and knew that Ning Que didn't want to laugh at all at this time, he must want to cry.
Thinking of this, she felt sour and began to cry.
Cool tears kept flowing on her dark little face, but she couldn't wash away the smile that appeared gradually.
This is really a happy thing, so she hummed softly.
"We are from mountains and rivers, we want to take your life."
"We are from the river, we will take your life."
"We are from the grassland, we want to take your life."
"We are from a small village with no people in Yanjing, we want to take your life."
"We are from the uninhabited general's mansion in Chang'an City. We will take your life."
The lyrics of this song are the clumsy revenge poem she wrote for Ning Que.
The tune is a lullaby that Ning Que often sang to her when she was young.
Sangsang's voice is very soft, and a little childish, not very good.
But at this time, the singing from the cliff is so moving, and it can't be melodious on the lake of winter.
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