Apocalyptic Game

When the crisp bell came, Wang Luoxuan opened his eyes and found that he was still in this Buddhist hall, and the white dragon spitting fog was still hanging in front of him. Gently put down the rattle in his hand, when Wang Luoxuan opened his other hand, he saw a teardrop lying on the palm of his hand.

"How long have I been there?" Wang Luoxuan asked Wu Yan behind him, looking at Long Lei in his palm.

"How long is it? Haven't you been here all the time? Nothing happened at all when you rang the bell!" Wu Yan didn't know all that Wang Luoxuan had experienced. The battle between Wang Luoxuan and Bailong was nothing to Wu Yan. It doesn't exist, because it's just a time that is less than a second.

"The sacred dragon was eventually beheaded by the people of its hometown... foreigners... maybe this is fate... and thank you... to cut the immortality for us..."

The breath of the undead monk became weaker and weaker. A breeze blew from outside the door. The monk's body turned into countless dust at a speed visible to the naked eye, and drifted away with the wind, leaving only the tattered robes...

"He died... there is no immortality in this world anymore..." Wang Luoxuan looked at the tattered robe on the ground, and the moment he killed the dragon in the painting, immortality was cut off.

The sacred dragon brought immortality. With the death of the dragon, the creatures who stole the immortality also left with the dragon... With the other side in his hand, Wang Luoxuan cut off the immortality of this world...

"Let's go..."

Wang Luoxuan stepped out of the Buddhist hall, and saw that all the trees outside the Buddhist hall had withered and died. The whole undead temple became extremely quiet. There was no chanting of the monks, nor the painful sound of immortality, some only The sound of the breeze blowing in that ear...

The monks in the entire Immortal Temple also paid the price for stealing immortality. In the end, the so-called immortality is nothing but nothing.

Wang Luoxuan and Wu Yan set foot on the way down the mountain together. Looking at the deserted temple, Wu Yan said nothing. It is reasonable to get rid of this undead temple, to prevent more innocent people from losing their lives because of the undead sorcery, and to clear the door. He should be happy, but Wu Yan is totally unhappy.

When leaving the Undead Temple, Wu Yan turned his head and glanced at the gate of the Undead Temple behind him for the last time. He hesitated, and finally followed Wang Luoxuan...

"What is the meaning of living? What is the meaning of not dying?" Wu Yan muttered to himself, looking at the dead vegetation along the way.

"The meaning of living? The meaning of not dying? Everyone's answer is different. You have to ask yourself." Wang Luoxuan looked at Wu Yan next to him and said. If there is a chance of immortality, most people would not choose Give up, but only those who have experienced immortality will eventually yearn for death. Eternal time will prove all this.

Now that Wang Luoxuan has been cut to death, he has obtained the Dragon Tears, and now he can go back...

Walking down the immortal mountain, Wang Luoxuan saw a swordsman wearing a scorpion clothes and a tengu mask standing in front of him, and that swordsman was the sword master Shangquan Jianxin.

"Did you cut and die?" Sword Saint Shangquan Jianxin asked Wang Luoxuan looking at the front.

"Yeah." Wang Luoxuan nodded.

"Unexpectedly that you can do this step...but...very good..." Juggernaut Shangquan Jianxin didn't say much to Wang Luoxuan. After saying this, he turned and left.

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At that moment, Wang Luoxuan could clearly feel that the sword sage Shangquan Jianxin's killing intent was looming, he was hesitating, hesitating whether to kill Wang Luoxuan here, but in the end the sword sage Shangquan Jianxin gave up...

Withdrawing their minds, Wang Luoxuan and Wu Yan moved towards the direction of Shenyin Mountain. After this journey, it will take another few days...

...

During the time when Wang Luoxuan was away, Yu Yuanying also lost weight because of the sleep day and night, but because of Yu Yuanlin's care, the problem was not too big.

Wang Luoxuan has given the dragon tears he obtained to Yu Yuanying, but Yu Yuanying did not immediately wake up because of this. Wang Luoxuan has been sitting beside Yu Yuanying waiting...

A leaf fluttered into the room with the wind, and fell on Yu Yuanying’s face, perhaps because she felt itchy on her face, Yu Yuanying opened her eyes slightly...

"Sorry... I slept for too long this time..."

"Sakura..." Wang Luoxuan hugged Yuyuan Sakura for a moment, and finally... finally saved her by himself...

"Luo Xuan... I know... Luo Xuan must have awakened me... You can see Luo Xuan at the first glance when you open your eyes. It's really great..." Yu Yuanying is also because of Wang Luoxuan. This action was taken aback for a moment, but soon he hugged Wang Luoxuan with a happy smile on his face.

Since coming to this world, with the company of Yubuchi Sakura, the girl in front of her once made herself forget the past, and the figure of the other girl in her mind has gradually blurred. Wang Luoxuan decided to abandon his identity as a player of the soul funeral song. Although it is not glorious to escape, it is very useful. Wang Luoxuan does not want to kill anymore, and he does not want to go to that world again. Go down.

Wang Luoxuan hugged Yuyuanying. On Yuyuanying, Wang Luoxuan felt the long-lost warmth... I am willing to let go of the past killings for this girl...

"Sakura...I don't want to kill anymore..." Wang Luoxuan said this to Yu Yuanying in his arms. Once Wang Luoxuan killed people to survive, but now he doesn't need to worry about survival, he just needs to be in this world. Keep living until the day you get old and die.

Yu Yuanlin's awakening made Yu Yuanlin and Wu Yan also breathed a sigh of relief, especially Yu Yuanlin's admiration for Wang Luoxuan, the four of them celebrated at the shrine that night. Wang Luoxuan did not conceal anything about what happened in the undead temple, including the battle with the white dragon in the painting.

One night passed, when the sun rose, Wang Luoxuan came to the sacred cherry tree in the center of the shrine, and put the demon sword from the other side in the wooden box.

"Are you really going to give up everything by yourself?" Liu Mengxie asked, looking at Wang Luoxuan in front of her. After so many experiences, she never thought that one day Wang Luoxuan would give up this.

"Because I am in the darkness, I long for light more than ever. Now I am standing under the light, so I don't want to go to the darkness anymore."

"But... this light is only temporary and will still go out, and this is definitely not the real light you are after..."

"Maybe! But I promised Sakura that I won't kill people anymore, so I don't need this killing knife." Wang Luoxuan looked at the other side in the wooden box, hesitated for a few seconds, closed the lid and buried it in this god. Under the cherry tree...

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