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Chapter 410 A Grave Burying The Dead

The assessment of the Heart Demon Hall will soon be out of time, and the lights in people's hands are constantly extinguished, and they wake up from the nightmare. The number of people increases from 20 to 30, to 35, and finally exceeds 40. Compared with the previous rule of "half of the soul demon temple", this time is relatively much better.

The remaining people seemed to be doing their final struggle, the lights flickered.

However, the lamp in Qin Ming's hands did not go out at all.

Many awake people are watching here, and some people expect him to fail. After all, the real battle for the king is about to start. Without Qin Ming, it means that there is one less powerful opponent. Some people are wondering why a person ’s demon is serious At this level, he looked painful, even desolate.

Xuan Yuanqi and Jin Yan carefully observed Qin Ming's expression and tried to determine what. Regardless of Qin Ming's success today, he will be a vigilant opponent.

Deep into the nightmare!

Qin Ming knelt down in the endless ruins, surrounded by water, flooding the ruins and engulfing him.

The world is full of endless water, like a dark abyss, lonely, quiet, barren, desolate.

Qin Ming's long hair, clothes, and even his body seemed to drift and twist with the current. His eyes were dull, he knelt in front of the ruins of the thunder ancient city, in the middle of the haze, in the dim, some people stood in front of the ruins, staring at him, fuzzy, far away.

That's a relative, that's a friend.

Facelessly, I don't know how long it has been and how long it will last.

Qin Ming is like a helpless child, but also a sinner who asks for sin, desolate and panicked, and at a loss.

"Qin Ming ..."

"Qin Ming ..."

A soft call suddenly sounded in this silent and lonely abyss, and the voice echoed quietly. [Zero ↑ ​​nine △ small ↓ said △ net]

Qin Ming lifted his head and looked up, sparkling, rippling water, chaotic this silent waters, moved this boundless abyss. At the end of the line of sight, there seemed to be a figure calling for him, looking for him.

"Qin Ming ..."

The sound floated far away, echoing in Qin Ming's ears, so far away, so familiar.

Qin Ming knelt, looked, stunned.

"Qin Ming ..."

"You were not alone in those eight years of suffering, I have been ... I have been with you ..."

"No one has abandoned you."

"You are not sorry to anyone."

"Eight years, there is me! I'm with you!"

"Qin Ming ..."

"You don't have to carry too much, and you don't have to blame yourself."

"You have me and I will stay with you forever ..."

"I'm ... I'm here ..."

A figure, getting closer and clearer, swam from the end of the water to Qin Ming.

"Qing Qing." Qin Ming murmured.

"Come back ... Come back ..." Qi Qing wanted to swim near Qin Ming, but she always seemed to be far away. She stretched out her hand to tighten Qin Ming, but she couldn't reach it.

"I've been by your side, you're not alone."

"come back……"

"There will be me in the future."

Qin Ming looked at Yuan Qing who was distant and distant in front of him. For a long time, his dull eyes recovered a little light. He slowly raised his hand and turned towards Qi Qing.

When the fingertips touch, when the ten fingers clasp.

Qi Qing tightened Qin Ming and drew on himself.

Wow!

The scene changed suddenly, they left the abyss and stood in the mountains.

The cold wind blew, the grass undulated, and Xiao Se was lonely. [Zero ↑ ​​nine △ small ↓ said △ net]

"Come with me." Qi Qing took Qin Ming's hand and walked forward.

Qin Ming's body was cold and his heart was very cold, but Yun Qing's hands gave warmth. He couldn't help holding it tightly, clutching tightly, looking helplessly around him, fuzzy and familiar. "where are we going."

"just in front."

Qi Qing pulled Qin Ming away, walked a long distance, walked through the wilderness, walked through the forest, walked through the ancient city, it seems to have traveled a long distance, and it seems only a few breaths.

A grave stands alone in the wilderness.

"Do you know where this is?"

Qin Ming shook his head.

Wu Qing whispered: "This is your heart, your world."

"People who have passed away are buried here and buried in their hearts."

"Let's take a look and sacrifice the dead."

"They will always be here to stay with you."

"You can build another city and guard this lone grave."

"This city can be warm and sunny, and it can also be full of flowers. This city can face the blue sea and the blue sky, and it can also be backed by green mountains and mountains. This is your world.

"Your heart, your city, your grave, your ... dead ..."

Qin Mingchen walked towards the lone grave: "My grave ... my dead ..."

Qi Qing looked at Qin Ming's back and whispered softly: "The way forward, the future, I will accompany you, walk together, experience together, and face together."

"I haven't given up in eight years."

"In the future, not to mention ..."

"I ... wait for you to come back ..."

Wu Qing's figure drifted lightly and disappeared into the cold wind.

Qin Ming stood quietly and murmured softly: "Buy a grave, bury the dead, build a city, and guard the lone grave."

The cold wind is steep, with grass blowing, the yellow sand is lonely and lonely.

For a long time ... the sun and the moon alternate ... the years go by.

Qin Ming knelt heavily in front of the grave. He held up the sand and scattered it to the grave bag. He waved his hands high, erected a stele, sprinkled blood, and wrote the inscription.

A city towered around the lone grave.

The sky turned blue, white clouds rolled, the breeze blew across the wilderness, blew up a piece of hay, and blew the mountains and flowers.

"Father, mother." Qin Ming smiled, but burst into tears.

In front of the grave, two people stood, they smiled and reached out: "... don't be afraid ... we are all ..."

Demon Hall!

The hourglass's last handful of fine sand is running out. Forty-two people have recovered from their dreams and overcome their demons. The other thirty-four people are immersed in their obsessions and chased by nightmare, including Qin Ming.

"It's time."

"Wake up, wake up soon."

"You can do it! You can't be defeated by this thing."

Many people stood in front of their companions, worried for them, and kept looking back at the fine sand that was about to run out.

Bai Xiaochun came to Qin Ming: "It's over, isn't he OK?"

"It should be fast, wait a minute." Qi Qing believed in Qin Ming. He was only because of his special experience in his childhood, too much affection, too afraid to lose, and even more afraid to experience life and death. This time it broke out again so much that he lost himself. If he was given some time, he might be able to survive it by himself, but now he was in the Demon Hall, and time was too hasty.

"We can wait. The time is different." Bai Xiaochun pointed to the hourglass and saw the flames of Qin's life still strong. It's almost time, how can such a heavy heart demon be overcome?

"Qin Ming may stop at the Demon Hall."

Tang Tianyi's heart is very complicated. On the one hand, it feels a pity, and on the other hand, he is fortunate. If Qin Mingfeng is king, it will not be good news for their royal family.

"The killing is too heavy, too many stumbling blocks, he can't get out of this temple." Someone asserted.

Deep in the Temple of Heaven, the elders are all paying attention to the situation of Qin Ming. A talented genius is too precious, and his character is good. If it is damaged here, it is really a pity.

"That's not killing thoughts, Qin Ming has other ties in his heart." King Cang Lan wondered, and couldn't understand Qin Ming.

"Time is up!" Ten majestic voices of ten old people spread through the Heart Demon Hall, relentlessly announced the final result.

Tang Tianxuan shook his head, but it was a pity.

The people who passed were relieved, and they all looked at those who were not awake. It was a pity, but the time was up and the review was over.

"Don't wake up yet?" Jin Min shook his head, sorry.

but……

"He's awake!" Wu Qing whispered, and Zhan Yan smiled. "You're back."

Qin Ming held the lamp, opened his eyes, and gradually recovered his consciousness. He looked at Yun Qing in front of him and said a thousand words into one sentence: "Thank you, always."

He awoke, God was clear, and the lamp went out!

Stuck at the last moment.

"You, you have to be so suspended." Bai Xiaochun shook her head and smiled.

are you awake? Did the flames go out like this? If the fire is so prosperous, it will be destroyed? Is it too obtrusive? Many people are weird and more questionable.

Yuwen Hongyi questioned: "Is it time to come first, or is Qin Ming awake first."

An old man said indifferently: "The Temple of Heaven chooses his own king, without any jurisdiction, let alone explain to anyone! I declare, pass!"

Another old man looked at the others who were still asleep: "It's just a few shortfalls, it's acceptable, too much, so I'm sorry."

Qin Ming got up, took a deep breath, and exhaled softly.

An hour of sleep is like a journey of heart.

He seemed to let down a lot, wanted to drive a lot, and seemed to relax a lot.