Chapter 2655: Pain of Life (7)

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The killings in the eight wasteland areas are in full swing. The Royal Alliance uses the cover of the battlefield to strongly resist the onslaught from the Great Chaos Domain. Although Yang Dingfeng and their hard-to-kill, they completely use this place as a training ground, and even as a vent of anger. The place. The battle of the Red Phoenix half a year ago, they suffered heavy casualties, but also failed to get revenge because of the heavy injuries. This was half a year, so they all raged with anger, boiling with murderous intentions, and endless onslaught.
If you are tired and injured, return to the forbidden island behind, where there are two ancient trees that can provide life force. If the consumption is too large, it will immediately retreat to the Forbidden Island. There is a steady stream of plundering spiritual power from the heavens and the earth, which can be quickly replenished and killed in the eighth wild beast domain again.
No one noticed the change from thousands of miles away, and no one thought of the tragedy that is happening in the Great Chaos Domain.
Although the burial flowers did not directly participate in the battle, they continued to draw energy from the heavens and the sea, and transformed into a huge sword of creation through Tianjing Mountain, chopping the Eight Wild Beast Realms, reinforcing other Huangwu, and bringing a huge amount to the Royal Alliance. pressure.
The little boy was still bound by the funeral flowers, he was not able to participate in the battle, and he was not qualified to participate in the battle, but this time he was fortunate to be able to sit on the Tianjing Mountain and watch the battlefield in the distance. The continuous splendid killings brought him a great impact. Looking at this with big eyes and almost there, he was almost too busy, and Xiaokouer did not close his mouth, and constantly gave out immature exclamation.
The collision of that scene was really exciting. The huge and powerful beasts ran across the sky, the crit barrier, the powerful martial arts pulled the energy of the heavens and the earth, gathered into a fierce offensive, and the mysterious weapons bloomed out of the sky, emitting gorgeous and powerful Offensive.
Outside the island was a scene of disaster, full of madness and killing, but he was full of interest, and those scenes were like heavy hammers that hit his consciousness, stimulating the restless blood in his body. From time to time, with emotion, he continued to clenched his fists, fantasizing that he could one day wave his hand and pull the sky to collapse, and he could participate in such wars.
"Hmm ..." The boy suddenly noticed that a man walking in the footsteps of Tianjing Mountain was very tall, but he was pulling his shoulders, his shawl was exuding, his body was tinged with golden light, and his hand was sharp. His sword, he walked step by step, walked towards Tianjing Mountain in despair.
"Mother, there is a weirdo." The boy tilted his head and looked at the weird strangely. Although he is very young, he has been able to gather his spiritual power easily and converge in any part of his body. He especially likes to gather his spiritual power in his eyes, which will make him look farther and clearer.
The funeral flower had reached the top of the mountain, the red dress fluttered softly, sketching her perfect figure, beautiful and cold, but could not hide the beauty of the country. She watched the man coming down the mountain silently for a long time ... Red lips lightly said: "That's your father."
"Huh?" The boy looked up and looked at his mother, who was strange to the father.
"He is the man buried in the tomb, your father."
"Is he alive?" The boy still didn't understand, after all, he hadn't received such education.
"He is alive."
"Then why did you bury him?"
"Buried is past."
The boy stared at the mother next to him with eyes, although he didn't understand it, he was a little delighted, and the little feet shook involuntarily, because the mother had never talked to him so easily, let alone Tell me what to say.
The eyes of the funeral flower were drooping slightly, looking at the boy around him, but the cold eyes were gradually hazy, the red lips moved slightly, and said softly: "Read me, don't blame me."
"Huh?" The boy didn't understand.
The funeral flower gently hugged the boy, kissed his forehead, and dimly turned into tears in his eyes.
"Mother, what's the matter with you?" The boy was a little accustomed to being so big, and his mother held him like this for the first time.
But the funeral flowers became more and more tight, tears burst into tears, no matter how strong, no matter how indifferent, she is still a woman after all, the child in her arms is her only, all her sustenance. And now ... she might be losing it all.
"Mother? You tighten me." The boy was breathless, and twisted uncomfortably.
"I'm going to leave for a period of time, maybe a few years, or even longer. You have to be strong, can't you cry, have you heard?" Funeral looked at the boy with tears in his eyes.
"Where are you going? Can you take me? I'm in charge of protecting you!" The boy clenched his fist.
The funeral flower smiled suddenly, but the tears that had just stopped slipping down the beautiful cheeks again.
"Yeah ... mother, you smiled." The boy looked at the funeral in surprise, grinning: "Mother, you are so beautiful."
The funeral flower hugged the boy tightly, and he put it down a few times before he said, "Remember what I said, starting today, no matter what happens, no matter what others tell you, do n’t leave Tianjing for two years. Mountain. Before the age of ten, you can't leave this island. If I come back, I will take you out and see the scenery outside, if I can't come back ... "
"Can't come back?" No matter how young the boy was, he realized that his mother was abnormal.
The funeral flower slowly shook his head, and before the boy asked again, he waved his hands to raise a large piece of petals, which enveloped the boy and sealed him in Tianjing Mountain. She closed her eyes, evaporated the tears on her face, stepped on the blood-colored petals of Qingwu, and walked towards Qin Ming. The moment Qin Ming came into the forbidden island with a sword, she noticed and understood.
In fact, as early as a year ago, she noticed the occasional killing intention in her consciousness, but the idea was very weak. She didn't care too much, and it was harder to determine whether she had hatred for Qin Ming and was thinking wildly. What special reason. But she had a similar suspicion in her heart that Tiandao might affect her through the Upanishads.
However, she firmly believes that she can control that idea, and her will is always the greatest potential of a person, and she can burst into infinite power. As long as she keeps her will, she can keep herself. She is even more convinced that as long as she strives to cultivate and safely control the uprising, she can get rid of the influence of heaven and earth on her. She even believes that even if one day, at least Qin Mingdao can help. However, the moment she saw Qin Ming coming, she understood that things were not as simple as she thought, and that the worst result came much earlier than she expected.
Qin Ming dragged the Eternal Sword to the foot of Tianjing Mountain, slowly raised his head, and looked at the beautiful woman in clothes in front of him. He was full of golden light, and the eternal sword bloomed with the power of the king, but he was suppressed by his efforts.
The funeral flower can clearly feel that the original meaning of the spirit of the Yuanling has begun to change, as if it has been stimulated by some kind, and the intention of killing in the consciousness has become clear.
"I'm sorry ..." Qin Ming's voice was hoarse, and he didn't dare to look into the eyes of the burial flower.
The funeral flower didn't ask much. Since Qin Ming stood here, it showed that he had really reached the point of necessity. And Qin Ming not only had golden blood, but also shocking red blood, it was probably Qi Qing, the master of the palace ... and the melee war king.
The funeral flower silently looked at Qin Ming. The handsome face was not only clinging to long hair, but also dim, and even a bit distorted. Looking at this always strong man, she was so downcast, she could almost feel the pain in his heart. And sad, she can imagine his mood now.
For this scene, this moment, for them, Qin Ming was suffering.
"Within three years, don't go to see him. If I can come back, I explain to him, if I can't come back ... let him go." The funeral whispered, this was her only nostalgia and the only prayer.
"Um." Qin Ming's throat rolled slightly, and the hand holding the Eternal Sword trembled gently.