Chapter 890: Nothing on the mountain, no peace, no soul

"Oh..." Xiaohuang was opposite, and the 聻ji was first glimpsed, and then the eyes were fierce, and the figure was as full as the mountain. However, if the foot was like a stone pillar, it was engraved with blood-colored bones. , pounce on Xiao Huang!
Where is Xiao Huang afraid of it?
"Hey..." Xiao Huangkou spurted the black air and lifted it like a unicorn paw!
"This... This is 谛 谛 谛 谛



























崇 崇 崇 崇 崇 崇 崇 崇 崇 崇 崇 崇 崇 崇 崇 崇 崇 崇 崇 ? This beast?"
Xiao Huang is now facing the 聻ji beast, and there is no such a clever image in front of Xiao Hua! And Xiao Huang is a big difference between the power of forgetting Sichuan and the sun. But see Xiao Huangfei in the air, an inexplicable blood color mixed with subtle purple light and shadow, if the same misty rain envelopes the left space, there is obviously blood sea and white bone in the blood color shadow, and the purple light and shadow implicitly have flowing spring water. And the Buddha Shadow Flower.
Every time Xiao Huang took a step, he was like a unicorn, and there was a lotus-like blood, and his body flew through the air and the long mane fluttered. There was a faint sound of wind and thunder, and there was a shadow in the mane. Flashing, when you look closely, it is actually a totem that is like a ghost and a shape like a nine spring.
When Xiao Huang waved his paws and slammed into the 聻ji, the space was broken, and the black gas of the cloud blew out from the cracks in the space. The sound of ghosts and wolverines also spread from the black gas. These fierce powers can be much worse than Xiao Hua. .
Xiao Huang is so, where is the difference between Xiao and Xiao Huang? The shape of the 聻ji is like a mountain. The unspeakable dignity and majesty rush to Xiao Huang, and the screams of screaming, the left space is collapsed, and the 聻ji flying in the middle of the air is a white cloud that grows like a bone mountain. Among the dark and boundless beasts, it spits out strange light and shadow. This light and shadow is mixed with black and white, and the sound of the sound of the waves falling into the air in the air, the light and shadow rushing into the black gas ejected by the small yellow, the sound of the thunder of the "rumbling" is endless.
Seeing the vibration of the space, Xiao Huang flew into the light and shadow, and a claw caught in the neck of the 聻ji, "Zi La La" burst into a bang, black and white debris, seemingly like a mountain and stone collapse, "吼..."聻ji Eat pain, the mountain-like claws swept, hit the small yellow back, the "brush" sound has water splashing, Xiaohuang Lidao is obviously better than the 聻ji, the body shape is oblique, but not equal to the figure Standing steady, Xiao Huang’s
嗷
whispered, and once again, he bite into the hind legs of the jiji, and under the force of the bite, the large black and white bones were smashed down...
"Hey..." 聻 疼 疼 疼 疼 疼 疼 疼 疼 疼 疼 疼 疼 疼 疼 疼 疼 疼 疼 疼 疼 口 口 口 口 口 口 口 口 口 口 口 口 口 口 口 口 口 口 口 口 口 口 口 口 口 口 口 口 口 口 口 口Cross hit on Xiao Huang, "Hey..." The small yellow body surface bursts with blood, and the nose and mouth also have spurts...
Xiao Huang and 聻ji fight in one place, Xiao Hua can not intervene, the winds and waves, the law is vertical and horizontal, the yin and yang are interlaced, countless secluded clear water and blood sea bones fly, Xiao Hua is worried that he can't do anything, he squints After watching it for a while, he said: "Predecessors, what is this?"
Chongyun took a look at Xiao Hua, and said: "Do you not hear, people die as ghosts, ghosts die?"
"What?" Xiao Hua stupid, yelling, "Ghosts are dead... Don't you die?"
"This..." Chongyun has some support, look at the behemoth that fights with Xiaohuang, and said, "I don't know if this behemoth is 聻ji, but the old man once saw the Taikoo record in the Yang Dynasty. People die as ghosts, people see fear. Ghosts die, ghosts see it. If the word is attached to the door, all ghosts are far away from the thousand miles. The old man sees this behemoth with fear, no fighting spirit, it Not 聻ji and what?"
"But it, nothing..." Xiao Hua said helplessly. "I don't know if I forget it. There are so many strange things in this forgotten. More than this one is nothing!"
"聻ji is nothing!" Chongyun looked at Xiaohua with his eyes open, meaning deep and profound. "It’s your beast, it’s actually listening. The old man can’t think of it anyway. It looks like he’s taking the Guanyin double. The soul of the arm, hope... I hope that you will be the master of the spring, don’t forget the old man..."
"Before...predecessors?" Xiao Hua stunned, and said, "What do you mean by this?"
Chong Yungan still wants to say that there is a roar of "嗡" in the distance, but before seeing Xiao Huang see the machine smashing the head of the ji, the thick silver light is shot from Xiao Huang’s forehead and falls straight on the eyebrow of 聻ji. "Oh..." a scream, 聻ji's figure retreats, 聻ji is just flying down, silver light has been stabbed out of it like a sword, "bang" a loud noise, 聻ji The body is broken, countless white bones, and clear water and blood are leaking from the body of the 聻ji. These white bones disappear into the innocent mountain, and the shape of the jiji is slowly annihilated!
Waiting for 消失 ji disappeared, a golden road appeared on the innocent mountain, the clouds above the road, and the blazing heat came out from the road!

Ah?
Chongyun’s dry-cuts almost shouted.
How is this possible?

Say, Chongyun rushed to the road and ran towards the end of the light and shadow!
"Ha ha..." Xiao Hua's figure fell on the road, feeling that it was solid. He took a good laugh and said, "Nothing is impossible! Listening to my baby, it is a piece of cake!"
"Mother-in-law..." Although Xiao Huang won, but it was also scarred, but the scar was healed when Xiao Huang's body shape shrunk, and Xiao Huang still turned into a cute little squat, his body shape fell. To Xiao Hua’s hand, whisper,
Baby miss you...

"Hey, mother kisses you too!" Xiao Hua touched the scar on Xiao Huang's body, and the tears had to come down.
"The child is tired..." Xiao Huang's voice is low, "I want to go home and sleep!"
"Well, um!" Xiao Hua listened. When she said that she would send Xiao Huang into the body, then he looked at the back of Chongyun. The corner of his mouth was slightly tilted. He had seen it, and he had never seen such anxious. But it’s just back to Yang, is there... so worried?
In fact, if you say that Chongyun is dry, it is Xiao Hua. If you think that you can be resurrected immediately, you will see Liu Wei, and your heart will be inevitably excited.
However, when he rushed to Chongyun to dry up, he looked at everything in front of him, listening to Chongyun and whispering, he was stupid!
However, listening to Chongyun’s screaming, he said:
The old man said, how can there be a road to returning to the sun, and there is no feeling of innocence on the mountain. From then on, make peace of mind!

Before looking at Chongyungan, the other side of Wushou Mountain is clearly an abyss like a knife-cut, the abyss is not at the bottom, opposite the abyss, the power of the interface is so vast, countless streams of light shine like a candle Countless red dust is born and killed in the streamer, maybe there are joys and sorrows, maybe there is life and death, it’s all in the sun, it’s out of reach, and there’s nothing to do with the innocent mountain!
"You...you..." Xiao Hua witnessed his cracks and angered. "Since Wushu Mountain can't lead to the sun, you...what are you doing here? Why are you deceiving... deceiving me?"
"Even if the old man deceives you!" Chongyun said faintly, raising his hand to remove the bronze armor, the majestic body is now incomplete, and the remaining body is turned into dust in the golden light. "If the old man does not deceive you, can you have the strength to get here? If you stay in the Forgotten River, besides being photographed by Chuan Shuai, or if you are devastated, or you become a 聻ji, you have another way. What?"
"Maybe!" Xiao Hua was speechless for a while, until then he realized why the squadron of Kagawa was not chasing, and there was no need for people to catch up!
Losing the hope of returning to the sun, Xiao Hua was quite depressed. He looked deeply into the distance and wanted to see the look of Liu Yan from the inside. He wants to sing that common song again, but the lyrics are like a sigh in the throat, how can they not sing!
Chongyun did not care about Xiao Hua, but greedily looked at the streamer in the distance, one word at a time: "As for the old man, in addition to thinking about it, I want to come to Wushan Mountain to see if I can rejuvenate, more importantly, the old man. I want to stand on the top of the Wudi Mountain, and then look at the look of the mother. The Wushan Mountain is certainly not the road to returning to the sun, but standing on the innocent mountain... It is possible to see the situation in the Yang Dynasty, forget the Sichuan There are also words, stepping on the innocent mountain, no regrets in the heart, this is the truth!"
In the words, in the light and shadow in front of Chongyun's dry head, the figure of Ziyan is actually revealed, and it is obvious that the voice of forgetting Sichuan is not empty!
"You... are you doing?" Looking at the appearance of Zi Yan, Xiao Hua also remembered something and exclaimed, "You actually fell into the Forgotten??"
Knowing that Chongyun is the dry child of Zihuan Island Ziyan, and then Lenovo Chongyungan said earlier, some memories rushed into the mind, Xiaohua has a feeling of squatting.
"You... how do you know my nickname?" Chongyun was even more surprised.
"Oh..." Xiao Hua sighed. "You don't ask too much, I think..."
Speaking of this, Xiao Hua tried hard to think about the matter of Zihuan Island!
"Mothers..." Hearing the purple spirit and staying in the soul, waiting for himself in Zihuan Island, Chongyun dried up on the ground and mournful, "The child is not filial, you always left the soul in the fairy world, you...you The old must have been in the Forgotten, and the child is almost gone, the baby..."
"Predecessors!" What Xiao Hua thought of, hurriedly reminded, "You can go back from Wushan!"
"There has been no turning back!" Chongyun dried up on the ground, greedily looking at the appearance of the purple scorpion gradually disappearing, whispering, "the old man's body was used to suppress, was broken by the yang yang yang, the old man re-entered On the road to Wushan Mountain... It has long been incomplete, and the old man always felt that it was all worthwhile, but...but..."
Chong Yun did not know what he should say. His voice became more and more low. Xiao Hua also understood that the figure of Chongyun began to look dim. Xiao Hua is also quite heart-wrenched. If it is not Chongyun, it will not be able to find the soul of the purple scorpion in the forgotten river. Of course, Chongyun can’t come to the mountain without a mountain. Forgetting Sichuan, this is a dilemma!
"You..." Chong Yungan suddenly thought of something, and hurriedly handed the axe to Xiao Huadao. "If you can... can return to the sun, you must remember to hand this thing to my mother, you...you and her The old man said that the old man remembers them day and night, the old man..."
"I..." Xiao Hua hesitated. He is willing to pick up the axe of the cloud. However, this axe is too heavy. This axe not only carries the hope of Chongyun, but also bears the care of the purple. I dare not pick it up!
"Do you dare to jump?" Chongyun did not dare to see Xiaohua~EbookFREE.me~ Raise his hand to the bottom of the abyss, "Turning over the innocent mountain can go to Deyang, this is the rumor of forgetting Sichuan." But it doesn't necessarily make sense. If there is no way here, then you can only jump..."
Xiao Hua’s eyes are bright, and I don’t know how to take a few steps to look at the abyss. The abyss naturally does not bottom out. Besides the clouds or the clouds, I can see that the cloud Xiaohua seems to have confidence. After all, there is no wind and no waves. If some people don’t return to the sun, How could there be such legends?
"Do you want to try?" Xiao Hua got his mind.
"Brush..." Xiao Hua was thinking, and there was dust floating in the air, slowly falling into the abyss, and Xiaohua smelled an unspeakable stench.
When Xiao Hua turned back, Chong Yungan had no shape, but the pair of axes were still in the air.
"Predecessors..." Xiao Hua felt a soft heart and raised his hand. "You can rest assured that if the younger generation can return to the sun, if... the younger generation can still remember the elders of the predecessors, the younger generation must be..."
"Yes..." Chongyun suddenly thought about something, and hurriedly said, "If you return to the sun, everything must be forgotten here, you wait..."
Said, Chongyun dry right hand axe on the left hand axe to write something hard, although only the number, his body quickly annihilated.
"Predecessors..." Xiao Hua wants to say something. The wind on the innocent mountain is poured into his mouth. The tears in his eyes are left behind. Under the wording, the figure of Chongyun’s body is annihilated, and one is immediately The thin, paper-like human figure trembles in the wind. Needless to say, this must be the soul of Chongyun.
As the writing is carved, the soul is also disappearing!
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