Ze Tian Ji Chapter 67: From Zhou Garden to Snowfield

A giant umbrella made of swords shields the sky of Zhou Garden, blocks those Falling Stars that fall from the sky, supports those fragmented space fragments, and the falling sky fragments should have no weight. But attached to the invisible umbrella, it gave birth to an infinite weight. With only a squeaking sound, Chen Changshen's feet were deeply sunk into the hard rock, numerous thin cracks appeared on the edges, and the pants became countless debris.

The next moment, his body trembled violently. The unimaginable weight and coercion in the sky was directly transmitted to him through Ten Thousand Swords. Every bone in his body seemed to squeak and could break at any time.

The cracking sound of terrifying continued to sound, his feet continued to break through the hard rock, he could no longer support, and his left knee softened, and he knelt down, and his knees fell heavily on the rock, throwing countless gravel With soot.

I can only hear a rumbling sound like lightning-like below, and the smoke and dust are rising, gradually covering the grassland in the vicinity and the White Grass Road that has long since disappeared. The entire mausoleum started to shake, and then Sank several feet in a very short time

This is the weight of the sky.

Chen Changshen knees on the top of the mausoleum on one knee.Under the sky, his face is getting paler and more painful.His body after bathing in blood of True Dragon can be said to be as strong as steel. Even Peacock Plume of Nan Ke, there is no way to break it. Open his external defense, but under the weight of this pure terrifying, even if his body is real steel, it seems to have been crushed into iron pieces.

Fortunately, after all, it is not the real sky, but the sky fragments torn by the energy storm. Although it is extremely painful and almost crushed by the directly crushed Divine Soul, he finally supports it, and his body gradually no longer trembles.

The eleven stone pillars around the tomb also really calm down already, there is some kind of Aura flowing between the black Stone Stele. If it were not for the black stone left by that Wang Zhice, whether it was he or Xu Yourong, or the human Cultivator and monster beast of Zhou Garden, it would be impossible to maintain at least a line of vitality as it is now.

He knelt at the highest point of the mausoleum, holding Yellow Paper Umbrella in his left hand, holding a dagger inserted into the rock in his right hand, extremely difficult to looked up, looking to the distance, hoping that line of vitality already arrived.

The cracked sky is already very gloomy.At this time, it is covered by countless Dao Sword shadows.The world of Zhou Garden is even more gloomy. The collapse of the world has temporarily stopped. The hurricane on the grassland is still dancing wildly. You can see that many monster beast already ran to the grassland. On the edge, you can also see that in the burning gardens in the distance, Aura is looming away at high speed. Is someone already leaving?

Then, his sight fell through the wind and sand of the wild dance, and he could vaguely see that the bird flew out of the grassland and grabbed the girl already, disappearing into the mountains on the horizon.

You have to live, you have to live well.

He thought silently in his heart.

The door of Zhou Garden may be opened already, the people participating in this trial are leaving, and those monster beast may escape the birth day, but he cannot leave, once he receives Ten Thousand Swords, the sky will fall directly, put Together with Zhou Garden, he turned into a smoke.

The hurricane is still violent on the grassland. His knees are deeply buried in the rock at the highest part of the mausoleum, his head is tired and he feels that his situation is like the famous tragic hero in the myth of Orthodox.

The hero on the steep mountain, exhausting his body with all his strength to bear the rolling stones, will be crushed to death if he relaxes a bit, and can only spend his life against the stones without end. In the process.

Chen Changshen never thought he would enter such a desperate situation. He didn't want to be a tragic hero, and he didn't want to give up his life, he was not so great. It is just that he wants to live, and he wants many people to live.

For example, those he knows, those who care.

Zheqiu, if you are still alive, then alive, Qi Jian, you should also be alive, and the Beautiful Spirit Clan girl who has just disappeared into the mountains, has the same name as herself and has a beautiful name ... The girl Chujian, you must live well .

What should he do next? He just said to Xu Yourong that he would do looks at and looks at. In fact, he did n’t know what to do, but he really wanted to see if there would be changes waiting for him.

The famous tragedy hero in the Orthodox myth, the reason that he finally exhausted his life and life in the confrontation with that rock, until despair turned into a stone sculpture, because in that long time, no one helped he. No one wants to help him, because he used to be proud and never willing to help those humble people.

Although Chen Changshen is often Makes people speechless, no one will think that he is proud, confident and proud are never synonymous, and he is always willing to help others, such as those human Cultivator who are running away from Zhou Garden at this time.

Anyone who is enlightened will be more helpful.

Orthodox big men like Bishop Mei Lisha, and strong men like Drinking Alone by Moonlight Zhu Luo are all outside the door of Zhou Garden. As long as he persists for a while, these people will definitely come to save him.

Chen Changshen thinks so.

How long will it last? How long will it last?

The weight of the sky terrifying made his body painless everywhere. As time passed, the umbrella he held with his right hand became heavier and heavier, until his arms gradually lost their sensations, as if they were worn out. .

I do n’t know how long it has passed. The Black Dragon sounded in the short sword inserted in the top stone of the tomb: "Are you ... okay?"

Chen Changshen lowered her head and asked, "Are you okay?"

He cares more about how it is now. In order to fight against that Golden Winged Great Peng, the Black Dragon's detached soul woke up from the lake outside Ethereal Palace, and then entered the dagger, after which there was no time for any communication.

Black Dragon was silent for a while, and said, "OK."

Chen Changshen said, "I'm okay, but ... I can hold on for a while."

Black Dragon said: "I understand, this is the so-called pun in your human language, but you know, compared to Dragon Language, this skill or complexity is really pathetic."

Chen Changshen said tiredly, "Can you say something else?"

Black Dragon said: "Well, there seems to be something you don't know yet, I'm thinking whether to tell you ..."

Chen Changshen said, "It doesn't matter."

Black Dragon's voice became somewhat cautious: "You ... won't die?"

"No." Chen Changshen answered without thinking.

Black Dragon was silent for a long time and said, "It seems that you are really going to die."

Chen Changshen was a bit helpless and said, "Why do you say that? I said I won't die."

Black Dragon said: "Your answer was too fast ... I did not care."

Chen Changshen is too lazy to care about it, and vaguely feels that something is wrong. Black Dragon knows human language, which does not surprise him, but why its voice is so innocent and soft, like a woman ...

He didn't ask, because he was really tired, exhausted and painful at this time, and was about to ... can't hold it.

This is the weight of the sky. How long can mortals sustain?

He does not sweat, but feels that all muscles in his body are torn from already, and he is about to lose strength. His intellect already became a little shy, True Essence already was exhausted, and even his vision became blurred.

Ten Thousand Swords is silent, he is silent, and even enters a state of forgetting me and forgetting everything.

I do n’t know how long it has passed, the howling wind has gradually weakened, the coercion brought by the turbulent energy turbulence has gradually disappeared, the weight uploaded by the Yellow Paper Umbrella has gradually disappeared, and the world has become quiet.

Chen Changshen opened his eyes, exhausted to the extreme, and looked around.

At this moment, a piece of snow fell and fell on the umbrella surface of Yellow Paper Umbrella. Such a gentle piece of snow made his wrist a pain, almost unable to hold the umbrella handle, Zhou Garden ... Snow fell?

No.

This is not Zhou Garden, this is a snowy field.

He looked into the distance, and there was a glorious city under the shadow of the sky.

Where is this? He was at a loss, not knowing what happened. Shocked and tired, making him unable to move, still maintaining the previous posture-he kneeled in the snowfield on one knee, holding a dagger in his left hand, and holding Yellow Paper Umbrella in his right hand.

The sky here hasn't cracked, and the snowy field is quiet and beautiful, of course he is a bit ridiculous.

Footsteps sounded, and a person walked to his side, and quietly said, "There is a sword."

Then he reached out and took Yellow Paper Umbrella from Chen Changshen.

(The Zhou Garden plot has officially ended. Of course, there are still many aftermaths, and those interesting things you want to get are all behind. I like the plot of Zhou Garden very much. That was the thing that was confirmed in advance when the outline was finalized last year. I I wrote very hard, but when the Zhou Garden plot was interrupted, I started imagining this chapter in advance. What I wanted was the last picture. I have carefully studied this scene for real friends many times. I I have played the role of Chen Changshen half-kneeling snowfield to send an umbrella, and also acted like pretending someone to take a chic umbrella. In short, this picture is the purpose of writing. I write novels and stories, always for countless beautiful pictures, such as in Jiang Ye When the spring breeze pavilion, Eldest Senior Brother pink ink came on stage, there was also a light tap, and so on, the so-called killing is not changed, that is me, I hope everyone can like it. The Golden Keyboard Awards are selected by the end of the month, so please give us a free ticket for Select Tianji Works, thank you very much.)