After 100 years of leatherworking, I have become a giant in the magic sect

Chapter 148 147. Leaving Dachu and serving as the king of foreign lands (8.1K words - please subscribe for the big chapter)

late at night

In the tent, Song Yan and the two witches were fighting for joy, like two phoenixes and a dragon chasing each other in the waves, and it took a long time to calm down.

He hugged a demon girl casually, rested for a while, then walked off the bed and walked towards the secret practice room.

At this time, Tang Fan should be in the bridal chamber, giving birth to an offspring in a dream.

Tang Fan had no choice.

Neither did he.

At this time, Feng Chengzi was naturally blocked from external visibility.

Song Yan opened the stone door and sat cross-legged on the central stone platform where he practiced in the secret room.

It was a stone platform carved with a skeleton, and it was at a good location on the profound veins here.

Just now, he had spent 580 years of his life to perfect the "Shenzhen Finger" and "Shaking Hands of Heaven", and spent another 1,045 years of his life to pick and choose from the previous Jianggong spells and find enough. He practiced 15 spells that he found useful and practiced them to perfection.

It has to be said that the Wuxiang Ancient Clan's inheritance, even from just one lineage, is much richer than that of the Nanwu Sword Sect or the Puppet Sect.

These 15 Jianggong spells include "Lihuo Escape", "Gentu Escape", "Yimu Escape", "Golden Light Escape", and "Xuanfeng Escape". These five escape methods are similar to the "Kanshui Escape" that Song Yan learned before. "Escape" each has its own strengths. In addition to the Five Elements, there is also the conventional "Xuanfeng Escape" that does not rely on the Five Elements. In this way, no matter what the environment, he can run faster than others.

As for the remaining eleven doors, they are scattered here and there, each with its own merits.

Among them, there is a special secret method called "Ancient Talisman of Blood Slave", which is even more effective.

This "Ancient Talisman of Blood Slave" is a special spell created by an ancient monk. The minimum requirement for its use is: Jianggong's late stage state.

This spell is cast with one's own blood and imprinted into the target's body whose boundary is lower than one's own. With the cooperation of others, it can be turned into a "blood slave".

For blood slaves, with this "blood slave ancient talisman", practicing will be more effective with half the effort. The stronger the master's blood is, the more outstanding the cultivation results will be.

But what they need to pay is absolute loyalty, because the master can turn the "blood slave talisman" planted in their bodies into a death talisman with just one thought, and explode directly, killing them instantly.

But for the caster, there is also a price, which is the loss of blood.

Even though the "Ancient Blood Slave Talisman" does not require core blood to be cast, it cannot be cast with ordinary blood. Once this blood explodes, it will have some minor impact on the caster. If the number of times is only in the tens, it's okay. But if there is too much, it will become real damage.

In addition, if the combined power of all the "blood slaves" exceeds the master, there will be a certain backlash; if they are close to the master, the master will feel a strange oppression.

Therefore, the "Blood Slave Talisman" is also destined to be unable to enslave targets in large numbers, let alone multiple targets whose realms are only a little lower than one's own.

But even so, the effect is extraordinary.

You must know that something like the "Ice Hell Bracelet" can only control three people, and it also needs the "Hell's Living Bracelet" as a medium, but this Blood Slave Ancient Talisman saves a lot of trouble and controls them directly.

If this secret technique is used for fighting, it will naturally have no effect. But if it is used to control the power of a place and quickly take root, it is particularly effective.

In the secret room.

Song Yan raised his hand to demonstrate.

In the void, spells kept flowing, and eventually they gradually returned to nothingness.

One month later.

Song Yan sensed signs of life in Xing'er's belly.

Feng Chengzi not only felt the little life, but also felt that this little life was exuding the unique soul fluctuations of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan, which made the Wuxiang Ancient Ancestor suddenly become ecstatic.

Xing'er looked at this ancestor anxiously.

She instinctively wanted to seduce her ancestor again.

But remembering what her ancestor had said to her before and the stupid husband's attitude towards her during this period, she hesitated and stood honestly for the first time.

Song Yan raised his finger in front of Feng Chengzi and touched Xing'er's eyebrows. A drop of hot blood oozed from his fingertips. He then used the "Ancient Talisman of Blood Slave" to start drawing talismans on her eyebrows.

"Old Patriarch, did Xing'er do anything wrong?" Xing'er asked in panic.

Song Yan said in a deep voice: "Concentrate your mind and concentrate on absorbing it. This will be good for you."

"yes"

A moment later, an ancient blood slave talisman was burned into Xing'er's eyebrows.

Song Yan said: "From now on, you will get twice the result with half the effort when practicing. From now on, you will be a little more confident than others in breaking through the Jianggong realm. However, your life is completely in my hands. In one thought, even if I I can kill you even from thousands of miles away.”

Seeing Xing'er's fear and uneasiness, Song Yan said again: "Take care of the child in your belly, raise it well, and you will be fine."

Xing'er raised her head and looked at the ancestor in front of her, and felt a strange connection forming between her and him. It was a feeling of "life or death depends on the person in front of you." She said in shock: "It's the ancestor."

Song Yan added: "Wu Fangtian will also accept my method. When the time comes, you and him will be on the same rope. If you come to him for anything, he will not dare to refuse. If there is anything wrong with the child in your belly, he will also When the body dies, the Tao disappears.”

Myolie said "yes" again and again, but then she stopped talking. It wasn't until Song Yan said "yes" that she hesitated and said: "Old ancestor, can I ask who my husband-in-law is? Why is the child in the belly so important?”

Song Yan asked: "Tang Fan didn't tell you?"

Xing'er said: "He only told me to raise the child in a low profile and not to let the child practice."

Song Yan was stunned.

He had finally gotten the idea and knew that he couldn't reveal the "Wuxiang Clan" to anyone, but what on earth did "not let him practice" mean?

Before he spoke, the Wuxiang Ancient Ancestor Feng Chengzi in the Wuxiang Mask was so angry that he was fuming.

"It's unfortunate for the family, it's unfortunate for the family. Who gave him the power to not allow my descendants to practice?"

Song Yan said calmly: "Then listen carefully, the child in your belly is the blood of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan. You may not know what the Wuxiang Ancient Clan is, but you only need to know that once these four words are leaked, you will be unable to live or die. Unless one day, you meet the rest of the Wuxiang Clan."

"Wuxiang Ancient Clan." Xing'er murmured this unfamiliar term.

Feng Chengzi shouted in the mask: "Zhang Han, leave some skills for my younger generation to practice."

Song Yan responded with "I've prepared it for a long time", then took out a storage bag and handed it to Xing'er, saying: "There are some skills of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan, as well as resources. As a mother, you should worry about how to do it.

Whether the mother is honored by her son and soars to the sky, or dies and her soul is scattered, it all depends on a thought. This is both dangerous and a great opportunity, so grasp it well."

Xing'er took the storage bag tremblingly and responded respectfully: "Thank you, ancestor."

As soon as the voice fell, Song Yan had already left.

In the Wuxiang mask, the top secret method of the initial stage of the Purple Mansion was "unlocked".

Song Yan looked at it and saw a line of words on the cover——"Mind Escape Technique".

It's an ordinary name, but there is a word "escape".

Song Xuan read it carefully, but he liked it more and more.

This "Mind Escape Technique" says: merge into the thought and escape far away in an instant. The thoughts that can be attached are not limited to "killing thoughts", but can also be used for "protective thoughts" and "my thoughts".

What's more amazing is that "Mind Escape Technique" does not conflict with "Five Elements Escape Technique", after all, the carriers of both parties are different.

In other words, you can completely let your thoughts perform "Five Elements Escape Technique", and then you can perform mind escape on this "thought that performed the Five Elements Escape Technique".

It is considered a double acceleration.

In addition, if the object of "Mind Escape Technique" is "my thoughts", other variables can be generated, that is, hiding in my thoughts.

In this way, you can completely hide in other people's souls in this way, and even cannot be discovered by others. This is almost the same as the "God Infant" realm.

He spent some time putting "Mind Escape Technique" on the panel, and then spent a full 600 years to perfect its practice.

Feeling that his own "speed" shortcoming was repaired, he also breathed a sigh of relief and was in a good mood.

At this time, Feng Chengzi in the Wuxiang mask suddenly asked: "How can you use the blood slave ancient talisman?"

Song Yan smiled and said: "The junior said that I am a Wuxiang clan member. You don't believe it. What can I do?"

Feng Chengzi said strangely: "You mean, you practiced after reading it in this book pavilion?"

Song Yan smiled and nodded.

Feng Chengzi laughed "hum hum hum", then laughed loudly, and finally said: "Poor!"

Song Yan knew that the old man said that his lie was too fake.

He did it on purpose and had no intention of defending himself. He just smiled and looked out the window again, but saw that the peach tree had already grown flower buds.

Spring has arrived. After some time, he will turn Wu Liantian into a blood slave and pass on his "Evil Tide Art", and then he will set off to the Mountain and Sea Monster Kingdom.

But I don't know what the situation is like for the King of Soul Threshold.

More than a month later.

Song Yan set off with Tang Fan.

About a year and a half later.

The two of them traveled a long way, passed through several mortal kingdoms controlled by foxes and wolves, and finally arrived at their destination.

It was called the destination, but it was not the entrance to the "King's Soul Threshold".

Under the barren loess cliff, a large army was stationed.

The armor was cold, and the flags were unfurled.

The two words "Heroic Power" appeared in the wind as they stretched.

This is the territory of Xiongwei, a vassal state of the Longboduowei Fox Clan in the southern territory of the King's Soul Threshold.

All the way, Song Yan had a good understanding of the southern part of the Mountain and Sea Monster Kingdom, at least the general map of the Fox and Wolf Clan.

The two clans ruled a total of fifteen mortal kingdoms, and these kingdoms were still within the territory of the Mountain and Sea Monster Clan, not counting the Great Chu, the Three Kingdoms, etc.

And the fifteen mortal kingdoms were originally ruled by the Fox, Wolf and Tiger Clan.

But since the Tiger Clan was destroyed, its territory has been divided up by the Fox and Wolf.

If you look down from a high place, the territories of the two tribes are like a strange scorpion with its head facing southwest and its tail facing northeast, and the "King of the Soul Threshold" is in the center of the scorpion, surrounded by the territories of the two tribes above, below, left and right, and a large army is stationed there at this time.

The army of Xiongwei is one of them.

The army below soon discovered two figures on the high ground.

Song Yan brought Tang Fan down from the height, raised his hand and showed the southern pass given by Master Yingti before, and the general of Xiongwei immediately dismounted and knelt, and then respectfully pointed the way.

After he finished pointing the way, he said, "Master Yingti has already entered.

Before the master entered, the road ahead was still smooth, but these days, strange things have begun to happen. I have lost many people in succession, and the camp has retreated again and again. Now it has retreated more than ten miles, please be careful."

After saying that, he said "Oh" again, as if he remembered something, turned his head, and said majestically, "Bring the map!"

Immediately, a scholar brought a scroll of atlas, which recorded the terrain ahead.

The general said, "The entrance here is called the Chopping Blade Ridge, and there was a city area in front.

Many years ago, it was full of green plants and wild animals, but now it has become a land of yellow sand, and many strange things have happened. The people have long moved away, leaving many deserted villages and cities.

This is a map from the past, but I don’t know if it has changed now. The envoy should take it and use it.

The Infant Ti Master can be seen after crossing this ridge, and it is only a hundred miles away from here.”

After saying that, the general clapped his hands again and called: “Wengao, Shaolou.”

Suddenly, two cavalrymen came out.

The general said: “You two used to live here, you are familiar with the environment here, and you have been scouts for many years. This time, take the envoy in.”

The two cavalrymen looked ashen, but they did not refuse, but clasped their fists and said: “Yes.”

The general said: “Those who died because of the envoy’s affairs will be compensated generously. You two have brothers and mothers in your families, and they will live a good life because of you. "

The two cavalrymen saluted again, then clamped their horses' bellies, leaped forward, and waited quietly.

Tang Fan showed an expression of reluctance, looked at Song Yan, and said: "Devil, we are familiar with each other along the way, right? When did you need these two little mortals to lead the way?"

Song Yan said: "Well said."

He waved his hand and asked the two cavalrymen to retreat.

However, the two cavalrymen were still a little hesitant, as if they didn't want to miss this chance to die.,

But compared to this opportunity, the two dared not disobey the order of the envoy, so they retreated respectfully.

Song Yan took Tang Fan to the front of the army.

When he arrived at the entrance of the Guillotine Ridge, he untied the shackles on Tang Fan's hands, and took out the "blood rope", and then said: "We are all here, there is no point in running away."

Tang Fan twisted his neck, turned his wrist, felt the gradually recovering strength, then glanced at Song Yan, and suddenly said: "I really don't know what kind of person you are.

You can drink with me generously, and you can do things shamelessly and unscrupulously. You are cruel and indifferent, but you can easily let two ordinary soldiers go. I don't believe you were provoked by me. "

Song Yan smiled lightly, patted his shoulder, and said with concern: "Be careful after entering. You have been through so many things, don't be so naive."

Tang Fan sneered and said: "Being with you, I have only learned one thing. In this world, some people turn their faces faster than turning pages of books. But. Thank you."

Song Yan suddenly threw out a storage bag and said: "This is your stuff, and there are some Qingxin Pills and Jinghun Pills, which may be useful in this soul threshold."

While observing this place, he took the pills and swallowed them, and said lightly: "This is a forbidden air zone, it seems that I can only walk in. "

Tang Fan took the storage bag, took a deep breath, took out a Heart Purifying Pill and a Soul Purifying Pill and swallowed them, then stepped forward.

What he didn't know was that the old demon behind him was actually more nervous than him.

The yellow sand was rolling up and down.

Mortals here couldn't even take a deep breath, because just one breath would make their noses full of sand.

This is a desolate world that has cracked and collapsed.

Song Yan and Tang Fan were of course fine.

Song Yan walked while paying attention to Tang Fan beside him.

They walked for dozens of miles like this.

Suddenly, his expression changed, because he noticed that everything around him began to show a strange sense of blur and distortion.

Looking back again, the road he came from had disappeared.

He raised his hand and a bloody giant hand reached out.

This grab was like grabbing cotton, without any touch and without any consequences.

He turned his head again and found that Tang Fan had disappeared.

"Illusion? "

He frowned slightly.

Illusions are common, but this is the first time he has seen an illusion.

Illusions are often cast on a single person, usually himself.

But illusions require many things to change, and are naturally complicated, not to mention an illusion that can make him return to the Purple Mansion Realm.

"Tang Fan?"

"Tang Fan?"

Song Yan called out twice again, but no one responded.

Song Yan immersed himself in the faceless mask again and called out: "Feng Chengzi, come out and see what this is?"

But the strange thing is that Feng Chengzi, who has always been available at any time, did not respond.

The top floor of the bookshelf was rumbling with fog, which was a sign that Feng Chengzi had fallen asleep again.

"I haven't even entered the soul threshold, and I haven't even met the Infant Crying Master yet, what's going on? "

Song Yan frowned slightly.

Suddenly, his pupils shrank slightly, because he didn't know when, the Guillotine Ridge in front of him had turned into a kind of "twisting and wriggling intestine", the light was gradually shrinking, and the darkness outside was gradually increasing, as if something bad would happen when the light disappeared completely.

Song Yan instantly performed the escape technique and flew forward quickly.

He didn't have much hope, but the result surprised him.

Because he actually flew to a bright green sandy lawn.

There stood four Figure.

Three demons and one human.

Master Yingti was also among them.

The other two were a wolf demon and a deer demon.

The human was a middle-aged man, nervous and anxious at this time, and was obviously also captured to take the "evil treasure".

Master Yingti saw Song Yan appear alone, his expression was slightly cold, and he was about to say something, but suddenly saw another person appearing from behind.

It was Tang Fan.

Master Yingti then said: "Zhang Han, keep an eye on the people you brought. If they are killed before entering the soul threshold, you will be in trouble!"

Song Yan smiled faintly and replied "Yes".

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As time went by, he had completely figured it out: he was still in the illusion, and everything in front of him was fake. However, this illusion seemed to have no lethality, but it had a very terrifying sense of reality. At least until now, he had not yet discovered the means to break this illusion.

Since it has come, it is better to make the best of it.

He was calm and not panicked. He looked left and right and began to think about how to break through the realm.

At this moment, two more people appeared in the Guillotine Ridge behind him.

One of them was a human like him, and he looked like he was in the Purple Mansion Realm.

The other one was still wearing shackles on his hands, and he was undoubtedly a "Shabao Picker" like Tang Fan.

However, Song Yan was stunned when he saw her.

He almost exclaimed and called out her name.

"Junior Sister Xiaojiu?"

Junior Sister Xiaojiu obviously noticed his gaze, but she just glanced at him coldly and then lowered her head.

"The world has its own rules. The Sea of ​​Bitterness is a place that is dedicated to stripping away obsessions. After countless years and countless creatures, it has long been extremely terrifying.

If the Sea of ​​Bitterness is connected to the mortal world for some reason, the world will have a new way to make up for it.

This means is the secret realm."

Master Yingti talked freely, "If the Sea of ​​Bitterness overflows a little, the mortal world will naturally have a secret realm to block it, so that the water of the Sea of ​​Bitterness will not enter the mortal world, but only enter the secret realm.

But is the Sea of ​​Bitterness so easy to guard against?

So in the repeated leaks, the secret realm outside They will also be stacked up layer by layer, like a series of strange maze-like tumors.

This place where many secret realms are connected together is called the tumor realm.

The soul threshold of the king is at the end of the tumor realm.

The evil treasure we want to pick is also there.

After entering here, we will enter a secret realm randomly, and we may not be able to go together.

However, there are only three people who can pick the evil treasure this time!

No matter who of us meets them, we will protect them as much as possible, and then take them forward quickly until we reach the end.

Do you understand? "

Swish.

Two figures emerged in the gray misty secret realm.

Song Yan quickly looked at the figure beside him, who was the female cultivator who looked like Xiao Jiu's junior sister.

But he already knew that this female cultivator was not Xiao Jiu, but Tian Yao.

Before he opened his mouth, Tian Yao looked at him and asked coldly, "Senior, as a great man of our human race, why do you help the monster to do evil?"

Since Song Yan knew that this place was an illusion, he ignored her and raised his hand to cast various spells, but there was no change after casting all the spells, but instead attracted a bunch of strange monsters.

Those monsters were connected by Gusha and were extremely terrifying.

Song Yan protected Tian Yao while fighting.

Slowly, the gray fog became thicker and a strong sense of corrosion came.

Song Yan suddenly had an idea and raised his hand to take out a paper house and threw it out.

This paper house was made of Zhang Han's blood. Although Song Yan placed Zhang Han's blood corpse in the Three Kingdoms to let it form on its own, he always carried the paper house with him. This paper house could not be easily destroyed, so in an instant, a safe area was opened in this strange secret realm.

Song Yan took Tian Yao in quickly, but Tian Yao was already injured.

At first, Song Yan ignored it, but he gradually found that Tian Yao not only looked like Xiao Jiu, but also had a similar personality and temper.

So, he really couldn't ignore it, so he treated her with a cold face.

The two stopped moving forward and began to practice in the paper house here. During the practice, their feelings gradually grew. Although they talked, they kept it in their hearts.

Finally one day, the gray fog dissipated, and the entrance to the secret realm actually showed light.

Song Yan closed the paper house and left with Tian Yao. When he got outside, he didn't wait for those monsters. Master Yingti was not there either, and it was very likely that he was killed in the soul threshold of the king.

A few days later, Song Yan left with Tian Yao.

Although there were thousands of troops outside, how could they find the two?

Then the two went south all the way and returned to the Three Kingdoms to help Yu Xuanwei repair the ancient teleportation array.

When the array was completed, the two went to the other side of the array together. The other side was the source sect of Nanwu Jianmen, which was a larger sword cultivation sect.

Song Yan and Tian Yao naturally joined the sect, and the two officially became Taoist partners, doing chivalrous deeds, slaying demons and monsters, practicing together, making progress together, and becoming the elders of the sword-cultivating sect together, becoming a pair of immortal chivalrous partners that are envied by the Xiuxuan world.

"Disciple, my time is coming, and the sect will be handed over to you and Xiaoyao from now on."

The short old man in white robes sat on the lotus platform of the sect master, and his serious expression was now smiling kindly as he looked at the two people opposite.

Song Yan looked at the old man quietly.

He did not move.

He floated beside him like a transparent person. He still knew that this was an illusion, so he seemed to be unable to be contained by the illusion and floated beside him.

However, the other entity Song Yan had already bowed down and respectfully shouted: "Yes, Master!"

The old man looked exactly like Shi Zuo Weng.

"Hahaha, with Xiaoyan and Xiaoyao here, our sect will definitely become stronger."

"Yes, we watched these two children grow up. They are all good children, with a righteous heart, a righteous mind, and a righteous spirit. I am also satisfied to see you like this."

Song Yan turned his head again, but saw that the elder seat on the other side was the same cultivator as Master Kuye and Granny Meng.

"Brother Song, let's work hard together in the future."

Tian Yao turned her head and looked at him with a smile.

And the real Song Yan had already hugged her tightly into his arms.

"I know that Senior Brother Song did many bad things in his early years, but Senior Brother was also forced to do so. Now those things are over. Let's protect the sect, everyone, and the human race together."

Years later.

The deadline for the sect leader has arrived.

Song Yan and Tian Yao buried him and then came to the gate where he became the sect leader.

Tian Yao smiled and looked at him expectantly.

Song Yan opened the door and strode out.

Outside the door, there was a golden light, and countless disciples were looking up at him below, shouting the name of "Song Master".

many more years

Tian Yao gave birth to a son and a daughter to Song Yan.

As time goes by, the children grow up and enter the sword cultivating profession.

Later, the sons and daughters got married, and the Song family grew stronger.

Song Yan's transparent figure sometimes floated outside, and sometimes overlapped with the physical Song Yan.

But he was not lost, but kept reminding himself, "This is an illusion, this is an illusion."

Until one day.

"Dad! Dad?"

"Senior Brother Song? Mr. Xianggong?"

Anxious shouts rang out in the Song family.

Regardless of whether Tian Yao or Song Yan's children, their descendants are looking for him everywhere.

But Song Yan was missing.

At this time, the entity Song Yan completely disappeared, leaving only his transparent figure floating outside.

He could see those people, but those people couldn't see him.

"It's time to finish."

Song Yan sighed, because he had already felt the weakness of this illusion, which was the time limit.

Even though he is invulnerable and difficult to break free, when the time comes, if he is not completely addicted, he will wake up easily.

He stood in the small courtyard.

This small courtyard is full of familiar scenes, and there is actually a snowman piled in the corner.

At this moment, a trembling voice suddenly came from outside the courtyard door: "Dad, are you back? Where have you been for so long?"

The voice soon became joyful, and she shouted: "Mom! Mom! Dad is back!"

Soon, Tian Yao's figure appeared in front of Song Yan. With tears in her eyes, she looked at the snow on the ground, suddenly bent over, quickly kneaded it into a ball, and threw it towards Song Yan.

Snap!

The snowball fell on his left cheek.

Song Yan did not hide, but at this time he was no longer transparent.

Tian Yao ran over crying, threw herself into his arms, and said, "Where have you been? Why did you leave without leaving a word? Do you know how much we miss you?"

Song Yan looked at "Junior Sister Xiaojiu" in his arms, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes tightly, while the children and juniors in the distance quietly retreated.

When he opened his eyes again, it was already dusk.

The rose-red glow stood at the end of the sky and the earth, and a close friend stayed by his side. A strong sense of happiness filled Song Yan's heart.

And recalling all the past events after taking over as the head of the Sword Cultivator Sect, he felt that everything he did was done with a clear conscience.

"Senior Brother Song, what are you thinking about?"

"Junior Sister Xiaojiu" snuggled into his arms and watched the sunset with him.

Song Yan said: "I'm thinking, how great it would be if all this were true."

"Junior Sister Xiaojiu" said: "Senior Brother Song, how do you know that this place must be fake?"

Song Yan closed his eyes and greedily felt the warmth, warmth, beauty and peace at this time. Here was the life he wanted and everything he wanted.

"The children have grown up, and it's time to hand over the position of sect leader. It's time for us to find a blessed place to practice and break through in peace." Junior Sister Xiaojiu's gentle voice sounded in his ears.

Song Yan was silent.

Junior Sister Xiaojiu continued: "Are you still thinking about the past?"

Song Yan continued to remain silent.

Junior sister Xiaojiu said: "It's all over."

Song Yanchang sighed and slowly opened his eyes, meeting the strange eyes of Junior Sister Xiaojiu.

Junior sister Xiaojiu smiled and asked, "What does senior brother want to do now?"

Song Yan said: "After watching the sunset, leave this world."

Junior Sister Xiaojiu tilted her head slightly.

Song Yan felt tears wet his clothes, and the hands holding him became tighter.

Junior Sister Xiaojiu cried and asked, "Why do you have to leave?

Why?

Does it have to be true or false so important?

Let’s stay together as a family, okay? "

Her voice was hoarse and choked, and the more she spoke, the more she broke down in tears.

Song Yan let go of his embrace, looked at her tenderly, wiped away her tears, then smiled to himself, hesitated to speak, and finally looked at "Junior Sister Xiaojiu" in front of him, and said softly: "Goodbye, the sunset is so beautiful. "

"Thank you, Xiaojiu."

He didn't shout "Tian Yao"'s name, just because he was always awake and always understood that all this was false.

The next moment, Song Yan suddenly closed his eyes.

He felt that the time for the illusion had come.

If he sinks, he will continue to sink. Without external force, he may never wake up.

But he did not sink.

He was horribly awake all the time.

He took a deep breath, raised his hand, turned into a bloody claw, and said coldly, "Break it open for me."

The world that had been invulnerable before was now vulnerable to being torn apart.

The sunset faded, yellow sand filled the sky, and cliffs stood on both sides of the unfinished road.

He is still in Guillotine Ridge.

However, there was a strange, rickety figure in front of him. The figure looked like a novice monk, but the familiar aura made him recognize it as a ghost.

The ghost novice monk was surrounded by the power of strange thoughts. He thought he was a monster mixed with "the ghosts of the entire king and tiger tribe, the sea of ​​suffering, and some other unknown things."

"Is that you, the devil?"

Song Yan looked at the ghost that appeared here for some reason, raised his hand suddenly, and blasted it out indifferently.

Bang!

The ghost monk was extremely terrifying in the illusion, but he himself was vulnerable and exploded and disappeared on the spot.

Song Yan turned his head to look around, but saw Tang Fan standing there motionless with a smile on his face and tears on his face. He didn't know what he saw in the illusion.

However, as the ghost monk was shattered, he suddenly opened his eyes, as if waking up from a dream. After waking up, he looked around in horror and pain, and shouted anxiously: "Meng'er! Xing'er!"

Song Yan raised his hand and slapped him on the head, saying: "Stop daydreaming, let's go."