Sometimes, a certain moment will become very long and look like it is endless.

A person may have to go through several such special lengths in his life, such as when he dies at the forefront.

Cheng Qian's frost blade instinctively flew backwards and flew into the air until he turned his head to see the faces of descendants - Han Yuan.

After Han Yuan suddenly ran to him, there were many reasons, maybe he wanted to watch the fun, or maybe he wanted to kick Zhou Hanzheng and try his best to make a few words... Someone will be on guard against him.

At this time, his junior brother's eyes were the same as those of the casual cultivators on Qinglong Island. His familiar face was covered with black air and his facial features were twisted. He seemed to have concentrated all his true energy on this hand. He used too much force and his finger bones were broken, but he didn't know it hurt.

The same is true for those casual cultivators who were painted with the soul on the island - they said it was painful, and they didn't even know that they died.

Cheng Qian stared at Han Yuan with amazement, feeling that his true energy and vitality were all surging out along the hole in his chest, and his joys and anger were leaking out, and he couldn't stop it, struggled, and couldn't believe it.

Han Yuan looked back at him without any sense, then suddenly pulled his hand out of Cheng Qian's chest, and one hand was splashed on his face. He watched Cheng Qian fall under his feet.

Cheng Qian kept staring at him tightly, his limbs twitched unconsciously, and the blood on his face seemed to gather towards his circle of eyes, but he couldn't say a word.

In the past ten years, all the pain and joy that have been carried by life have become faded trivialities and fallen into the ridiculous handful of "I deserve this".

Finally, the frost-blade sword that had already been on Han Yuan's neck trembled violently, and fell to the ground like an iron, only cutting through Han Yuan's shallow oily skin.

This incident happened, and everyone was stunned. It was not until the water pit started crying, and Yan Zhengming woke up in his dream. He kept the work that had just been half kneeling on the ground, but his limbs seemed to be filled with lead, and his whole body became a stone, and he couldn't even stand.

Li Yun, who had always been brave, was a little nervous for a moment and forgot about the horror of the wandering cultivators on the island. He rushed up desperately and pushed Han Yuan away.

Han Yuan was pushed back and fell back, but he didn't know how to get up and his eyes tilted to the point where he hadn't been rising or falling. If it weren't for his chest, he would have looked like a fresh corpse.

"Xiao Qian, Xiao Qian..." Li Yun's eyes were covered in tears. He knelt helplessly beside Cheng Qian, and touched him aimlessly with one hand, as if he was still holding a hint of luck, trying to find something that could save his life.

Cheng Qian lay on the ground, like a dry and dying fish. Perhaps because he heard Li Yun's voice, his slightly dissipated pupils suddenly turned back to their light and regained their spirits. Then, the frost bladed sword flew into the air like a corpse, wiping past Li Yun, almost frozen the tears on Li Yun's face into ice, and directly into the sky.

The sword seemed to correspond to the man's words, "A man will die until he dies."

It was already hard for Zhou Han to break free from the gathering of spirit jade. He tried his best to urge the "painted soul" he had been on Han Yuan before. He had basically explained it. In the end, after suffering this, a generation of disasters finally settled.

Cheng Qian had a special sense with Frost Blade, and Zhou Han was dying under his sword. He didn't need to check it, and there were also numbers.

The young man smiled under the bloody face - he finally killed the Zhou surname. In the future, as long as they are younger, no one outside knows that they are from Fuyao Sect, and no one will call them the idea of ​​the treasures that seem real or fake on Fuyao Mountain...

Cheng Qian breathed a sigh of relief, almost feeling that he could succeed. He turned his face slightly to the ground, as if he was about to die and instinctively searching for a home.

At this time, Li Yun exclaimed: "Han Yuan! What are you doing?"

Only when Zhou Han died, Han Yuan, who was like a puppet, twitched violently, but he didn't know what was being stolen on him. Han Yuan was completely awake. His eyes turned around Zhou in confusion. When he landed on Cheng Qian, the expression on his face struggled for a long time, as if the real Han Yuan was desperately fighting for control of him.

But he was able to wake up in the end.

Han Yuan suddenly stood up from the spot, and didn't even look at his fellow brothers on the island, and walked straight towards the sea.

Li Yun was sobbing that he squeezed his hand and didn't know if it was right. He waved his hand to Han Yuan's back. He saw countless tiny spider silk stretching out from his palm, tied Han Yuan firmly in the middle, and drank: "Stop it!"

Han Yuan unknowingly let the spider silk cut out scars on him. Li Yun gritted his teeth and tightened his five fingers hard to pull him back. But at this moment, a fire suddenly caught a handful of fire. He didn't know what was the head of the fire. In the blink of an eye, the spider silk wrapped around Li Yun and his own clothes were burned together. Then, Han Yuan, who had no one to pinch and block it, jumped into the vast sea, and his head was rising.

Cheng Qian didn't know about this series of things. All his senses were becoming dull and concentrated on the pain. A pair of cold hands reached out and lifted him up. The man's fingers shivered and stroked his face.

It was strange that at this moment, Cheng Qian could not even smell the bloody smell on the ground, but he strangely smelled the fragrance of orchids.

This is the smell from his cuffs every time he applied medicine to him. It is the smell from his cuffs that he stayed in his senior brother's room, and the smell from his brocade quilt was faintly overflowing. Every time he lingers beside him, he seems to be drowsy.

Cheng Qian's consciousness began to blur. The Qingming Festival that he had to drag Zhou Hanzheng to the back of his death was fleeting in a flash. He was so confused that he almost forgot where he was.

"I..." Cheng Qian let out a mosquito-like murmur.

Yan Zhengming lowered his head and slowly moved his ears to his lips: "Hmm?"

“…want to go home…”

Yan Zhengming was stunned for a while and showed a sad and joyful smile.

He staggered and stood up with Cheng Qian in his arms, and said warmly: "Okay, go home, senior brother will take you back to Fuyao Mountain, let's go."

Cheng Qian seemed to have a smile, and gradually began to speak with all his strength, so he remained silent.

At the same time, he suddenly thought irrelevantly: "It hurts so much. Death has hurt like this, is it the same when he is born?"

Later, he remembered that when he was born, his biological mother seemed to have afflicted him.

Suddenly, Cheng Qian's resentment towards his parents and everyone disappeared, and even his wandering and dependents in his short life also transformed into the faint fragrance of orchids.

Finally, Cheng Qian's head suddenly lost support and fell weakly on Yan Zhengming's shoulder.

Since it is called the worldly relationship, it is like noisy and bustle, and it is gone again and cannot be pursued.

Li Yun crawled and caught up with him: "Senior Brother! Senior Brother! Put him down, Xiao Qian is gone!"

Yan Zhengming turned a deaf ear to him, Li Yun grabbed his arm: "Senior Brother!"

Yan Zhengming paused slightly, turned his head and looked at him quietly, and a tear fell. Li Yun's throat was raised to his throat for a moment, for fear that he would say "The copper coins fell asleep, noisy."

Now that he is dead and missing, if he is crazy, Li Yun can't know what to do. He takes a step back and trembles: "Senior Brother, you can scare me."

"I know." Yan Zhengming lowered his eyes and whispered to himself, "I'm crazy, you made the junior sister cry."

Li Yun became even more panicked when he heard this. He was so crazy that his elder brother seemed to be unusual.

"Go and get water." Yan Zhengming ordered, and he held Cheng Qian's body without looking back and walked into the middle of the deserted island, "Let him clean... and then we will find a way to make a boat."

Li Yun asked blankly: "Where will you go by boat?"

Yan Zhengming: "Go back to the Yan family first, but I guess the Yan family is no longer there. Although my family is rich, it is still full of mortals. After all, it is a big deal. Get rid of them and breaking up an ant nest... I just took a look with my own eyes, and I won't think about it anymore."

Li Yun suddenly felt cold. On the way, they were still deceiving themselves that Xue Qing's puppet talisman was just lost, and that the Yan family would certainly be less likely to have problems with human affairs. Now, his senior brother seemed to have accepted all the bad news in this world that could be put on him without reservation.

Zhe silently put down the puddle, and quickly looked for water. He helped Yan Zhengming put Cheng Qian down and washed away the young man's blood. After doing all this, Yan Zhengming still felt that Cheng Qian was so untidy that he felt wronged, so he took off his outer robe and wrapped Cheng Qian up.

Yan Zhengming knelt halfway beside Cheng Qian, staring at the face for a long time, as if he saw his thoughts floating in dismay.

Yan Zhengming suddenly thought: "What am I still alive? Why don't I go with him?"

As soon as this thought came, his true energy immediately reversed. Yan Zhengming's face suddenly became a layer of ominous blood, which was a sign of being possessed by the devil. There were thousands of resentment in him, and it was a net of heaven and earth without a head or tail, tightly surrounding his three souls and seven spirits, Zhou Hanzheng, Tang Yao, Bai Ji... Countless faces flashed in front of him.

"Why don't they die?" Yan Zhengming suddenly murmured, "Is the so-called heaven so that shameless people can live for a hundred years?"

The closest ochre to him immediately felt something was wrong and called in a low voice: "Palm?"

Yan Zhengming's eyes slowly turned to him. The peach blossom eyes that were used to seeing, often smiling, and the dry wells with deep eyes were so dark that they could not see the edges. Yan Zhengming suddenly laughed softly, and said word by word: "If I get it, I will also be rampant, kill at will, and robbery at will. Whoever dares to block my way, I will let him cut into pieces and never be reborn. No matter whether he is a god or a Buddha!"

Li Yun was shocked: "Senior brother, what were you saying?"

"Why?" Yan Zhengming's voice was pressed down on his hoarse voice, "Why!"

Before he finished speaking, a layer of black gas had risen on Zhou's side, and a circle of sand and gravel all rose up. The person was unable to approach him for a while. Li Yun rashly reached out to grab his shoulders, and when he met someone, he had already been bounced away for three steps and sat on the ground.

The ochre didn't know what to do, so he had to look at Li Yun with a gaze.

Li Yun jumped up from the ground, with a fierce look on his face: "Yan Zhengming! Xiao Qian had an accident and Xiao Yuan was lost. You think I was just sad. Don't you know if I am sad? I would rather die than die!"

Li Yun has not been very sharp since childhood, and is also bad. As he grows older, he rarely loses his temper with a harsh voice. This is a rage that has finally accumulated, and he vents light in a few words. After he jumped, Li Yun jumped his feet, and took a breath with red eyes, and then said in a crying voice that he had refused to admit on his lips: "At least Xiao Qian is much better than me."

Unfortunately, he revealed a rare sound, but he played the piano at a cow. Yan Zhengming seemed to be deaf, and the stones flying on the ground slapped Li Yun on the face, leaving a blood mark. Li Yun was forced to take a few steps back and hit the puddle that was thrown aside.

Shuikeng hugged his thighs helplessly. In just a few days, her bulging face had obviously lost weight and turned into a small ball. Her chin was as sharp as the two soul-searing needles on her neck. Li Yun glanced at her eyes and suddenly squatted down, pressed her shoulders, and said hurriedly: "Let me borrow the soul-searing needles!"

The water pit was not able to react, and Li Yun had already pulled down a soul-searing needle, and blinked his fingers and swung his fingers towards Yan Zhengming.

The puddle was shocked. With her scream, the soul-searing needle penetrated straight into the black fog and poked into Yan Zhengming's shoulders without any fault.

The thick black fog suddenly dissipated. Yan Zhengming groaned and rushed forward, leaning on Cheng Qian, unable to get up for a long time.

Li Yun rushed up immediately, quickly pulled out the poisonous needle, cut off Yan Zhengming's blood flow, and once the true energy was injected into it, pushing out all the poisonous blood that had spread. It was not until the black blood that was flowing out red that he breathed a sigh of relief. He took out a bottle of detoxification pill soaked in sea water from his arms, and pushed Yan Zhengming, who was unable to push, "I told you, you shouldn't... I had no choice but to take the detoxification pill first."

Yan Zhengming looked up, Li Yun waited for a moment, and waited for an echo, so he put his hand on Yan Zhengming's injured shoulder, and then he felt the trembling fallen leaves of his senior brother.

Yan Zhengming hugged Cheng Qian's already cold and cried bitterly.

They stayed on the island for half a month, and a canoe carved with rough talismans was finally finished. There were only two people in the boat. Fortunately, the puddle was still small and could squeeze. Yan Zhengming could use his sword, but he could barely walk with him. He pulled a piece of cloth and wrapped Cheng Qian's Frost Blade Sword with him. His luggage was so simple that it was not simple.

"Senior Brother Zhang, let's go." Li Yun reminded.

Yan Zhengming finally looked back at this unknown small desert island. His eyebrows, which had originally taken some young men to breathe, seemed to be covered with a layer of gloom overnight, as if the time of a square inch was infinitely lengthened. In just a moment, the young man had already been reborn and grew up.

Yan Zhengming looked at the island, his eyebrows and eyes suddenly turned, revealing a bit of heavy tenderness: "When one day, we can return to Fuyao Mountain openly, will we take you home, okay?"

Of course, someone answered him.

Yan Zhengming carried the frost blade rolled up by the rag, stepped on his sword that had been wide open, and drove away with the sword.

The sea and the sky are the same color, and both places are vast.
Chapter completed!