Nightfall Chapter 32: The shadow of Haotian

Long Qing woke up, and he was greeted by the thick mist of miasma like heavy yarn, thick leaves on the ground, and endless pain from his body.

Fell from such a high cliff and survived. He himself couldn't find any reasonable answer. Perhaps the looming old trees above the miasma alleviated the tendency of the fall, or it was under him. The thick and soft silt of rotten leaves played a role.

Long Qing feels even more that it is Haotian’s will to survive, just as mentioned in the dialogue with Shishu in the Zhishou Temple, if he is really the legendary person of the Tianyu, carrying Haotian The most obscure will, then Haotian would not let himself die casually.

Sure enough, he did not die. This fact gave him infinite confidence, but also a lot of confusion and fear, because he didn't know how he should go in his next life.

Although the silt and rotten leaves are soft, Long Qing still has many bones broken, but the real pain is not the physical injury, but the two powerful auras in the body that are constantly conflicting.

The aura from the half Taoist realm. When he was in a coma, he was no longer bound by his will, roaring from the sea of ​​consciousness and from all over his body, turning into countless sharp steel knives, constantly Scraping his bones, cutting his muscles, and trying to blast his snow-capped mountains into ruins.

The spirit medicine aura contained in the Tongtian Pill is constantly repairing the cracks in his bones and the broken ties in his muscles, moisturizing his vitality, and constantly from the ruins, relying on the last The remaining shadows repaired the snow-capped mountains again and again.

This is a process of constant destruction and destruction and constant restoration and regeneration, which is extremely painful.

It doesn’t matter when he is in a coma. After waking up at this time, these pains have become the most real existence. Long Qing’s face instantly turned white, and a very miserable roar came out of his **** teeth. It spreads far and wide in the quiet valley and forest.

Because the pain was so severe, Long Qing almost woke up and passed out again. But he knew how important it was for him to be sober at this time: if he was comatose in the dense forest at the bottom of the valley full of toxins and unknown dangers, he would not be able to last for too long, and by then Haotian could only abandon himself no matter how kind.

With another horrible howl, Long Qing slammed into a rock not far from him, and forcibly broke one of his ribs, suppressing the rest of the pain with fresh pain, at the moment before coma , And get a moment. Conquer the gods. He set himself in the invisible lotus position and started meditating to heal his injuries.

Time passed slowly.

Long Qing's face was pale, and the blood on his robes had already solidified. He sits on the rotten leaves, always maintaining that posture, his chest does not fluctuate. It seemed that he had no breath, it looked like a corpse that had been dead for a long time, but inside his body, the two breaths were still clashing and killing.

The medicinal power of Tong Tian Wan and the aura of the Taoist Apocalypse completely cleared his body and the original aura, turning it into an empty bucket, and the extremely poisonous mists around him kept moving towards Pouring into his body, constantly transforming his body with the smallest scale.

I don't know how much time has passed. In the dense forest at the bottom of the valley, the sky was always gloomy. I don't know if it was morning or evening. Long Qing's body trembled slightly, wowing bleeding.

What's incredible is that this mouthful of blood is actually black!

I don't know if it was because of these poisonous mists, or because of something else, the blood in Long Qing's body turned black. It looks like ink, but also like rot in the mud!

Several days ago, a black peach blossom was born on the side of the boat in the South China Sea, and Long Qing picked the black peach blossom. Wearing on his chest, he has never taken it off since then.

In the process of escaping from the cave and Zhishou Temple. The black peach blossom on his chest was stained with a lot of blood. It was red and black. It was particularly gorgeous and charming. At this time, it was repainted by black blood, and it suddenly showed a faint black glow, and then the gloss quickly faded away, leaving only Pure black, cold like night.

Sitting in Longqing on the rotten leaves, the whole person seems to have become a black peach blossom. The body surface temperature is getting colder and colder, and it gradually blends into the surrounding environment, as if it has become a part of the mist. It became a pile of rotten leaves.

The venomous snake with dazzling colors and lustre, gliding over the rotten leaves, circled Long Qing's body a few times, didn't seem to notice anything unusual, and then wandered away.

There was another mountain monkey with a stern face, roaring in the woods, squatting next to Long Qing's body, crouching, whistling and calling for companions, and then left boredly.

There are dead leaves falling.

The wind blows, and the dead leaves fly again.

Long Qing is still sitting, ignorant and unconscious, blending with his surroundings.

At this time, even if the practitioner perceives carefully, he cannot be separated.

And this is the most obvious symbol of Jin entering Zhiming.

I don't know how much time has passed.

Long Qing opened his eyes and woke up.

In his eyes, there is no longer the rejoicing of the rest of his life, there is no confusion about the unknown future, and there is no pain, some are just calm and indifferent, and the peace of the world and himself is absolute indifference.

He stood up.

The black peach blossom on his chest became darker and more dripping.

At this moment, a peach blossom made of pure breath was blooming behind Long Qing.

That is his natal peach blossom.

It also became black.

At the moment when this black natal peach blossom bloomed, in the dense forest mist, was enveloped by a breath of dying.

The colorful venomous snake resting at the bottom of the rotten leaf stiffened and then died, while the ghost-faced monkey in the forest in the distance, screaming in horror, began to flee further away.

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Under the chase of the Southern Jin army, especially with the addition of the Temple Adjudication Division, now there are only a dozen people who fled, and only five of the cavalry leaders are still alive.

These people who once had the supreme glory in the Xiling Temple have now become sinners, fleeing like dogs in the mountains and forests around the Xiling God Realm.

Almost every day, people die, and almost every day people who are seriously injured are abandoned. They don’t know how long it will take to escape. What makes them even more desperate is that they don’t know what the end of this escape is, even if it’s desperation. At least I know where the end is.

They are now sinners in the Xiling Temple. In the world of Haotian, no country dares to take them in, the only Tang country that has the strength to take them in. Definitely more willing to chop off their heads.

Where will the end of their escape route be?

How will they die?

Zi Mo's face is thin, tired, and his eyes are full of numbness.

He looked at the wilderness under the mountain in the twilight, looked at the territory belonging to the Song Dynasty, knowing that the Taoist temples there had already obtained portraits of himself, even if he wanted to sneak into the people, he could no longer do it.

Thinking about the wish that was silently agreed to in the dark night at the beginning of the escape. There was an extremely painful expression on Zi Mo's face. Muttered: "As long as I can survive, I am willing to dedicate my life and soul to Pluto, not afraid of perishable forever. However...what kind of arrogance is this, how can Pluto care about you and me, you ants? Even if you want to give. Where can you approach such a great existence?"

"The common people who want to approach greatness often need a process and a guide."

An indifferent voice sounded from the cliff.

Zi Mo's expression suddenly changed, and the dozen or so fugitives behind him took up their weapons at the fastest speed, looked at the cliffside vigilantly, ready to attack.

A young man stood by the cliff, looking at the direction of the setting sun.

He is wearing a black robe. It was just before the setting sun, so the figure looked extremely gloomy, and the slightly cold autumn wind came from the wilderness, up the cliff, rolling the corners of the black robes, and leaking a few rays of twilight from time to time.

The fugitives have lived in the Xiling Temple for a long time, looking at the men on the cliff. I felt a certain illusion appeared before my eyes, as if I saw the shadow of Haotian.

Or seeing the shadow of Pluto.

Fleeing for several days, their nerves have been strained to the point of breaking, and the camp they chose is extremely remote and hidden, but they did not expect it. It was discovered by others, and approached quietly.

In their opinion. The person who can appear quietly on the cliffside must have extremely strong strength. If it is not a master of Song Guodao, then it can only be a powerhouse of Xiling Temple.

The fugitives whose cultivation bases have been abolished don't expect to be able to defeat the powerhouse. The moment they heard that voice, desperate emotions occupied their minds and bodies.

Desperate, they are forcing a very strong will to fight, anyway, they are going to die, and today may be the last battle, so death is going to be more heroic.

However, no one did it.

Because the young man wearing a black robe by the cliff gives people a feeling of being unable to challenge.

Because Zi Mo suddenly knelt behind the young man, crying bitterly.

Immediately afterwards, more people recognized the young man, especially the four former commanders of the Temple Cavalry, and ran to the cliff with trembling, kneeling down behind Zi Mo, facing the man The back of the young man cried bitterly, like a shepherd scattered on the wasteland seeing his master.

Commander Zimo looked at the figure from behind, bursting into tears, and tremblingly said: "Master Sizu...Everyone says you are dead, you are still alive... That's great."

A broken-arm leader wailed loudly: "My lord... my lord... I know your lord, you won't just abandon us like this, you are finally back!"

Long Qing turned around, looked at his former subordinates, and said, "Will you follow me again?"

The crying by the cliff gradually ceased, and everyone knocked their heads.

Zi Mo raised his head, looked at the scar on Long Qing’s face, looked at the black peach blossom on his chest, thinking about the rumors, and was shocked to find that Lord Sizuo was not only dead, but also the realm of cultivation. Far better than before!

But then, a very cold breath penetrated into Zimo and everyone's heart.

This cold breath comes from Long Qing's body.

It also comes from what he said.

"I did die once, but I don’t know if I saw Haotian or Pluto after I died. During the time I died, I thought about a lot of things, but until now I heard about you from Zimo In other words, I suddenly wanted to understand, maybe I am not the son of a heavenly word at all."

Long Qing looked towards the night sky and said thoughtfully: "Maybe... I am the son of Pluto?"

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(I was hit by anxiety, so I don’t need a monthly pass today... The foreplay is basically finished, and the drama will begin immediately. Anxiety is multiple. After thinking about it for a long time, I will confirm that updating the monthly pass should be done. Yes, but we still need to pay more attention to the plot of the writing. I try to write, please supervise, I hope I can write the ** for the whole six months later.)

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