There is a kind of blessing called inheritance. There is a kind of power that can shock immortals and gods.

The biggest gift also contains the most true apology.

The greatest sorrow is that he knows nothing about this guilt.

Losing is not terrible, what is terrible is not knowing what you have lost. Just like unilateral compensation, no matter how much you pay, if you take the needs first in the vastness of others, your behavior is not worthy of praise. Naturally, it is impossible to say it is wrong.

When Chu Xiang stood there, looking at the iron-cast throne, staring at the throne, there was a trace of ice crystal fragments that could not be extinguished...

The rolling will surged like a tide, and the throbbing of the soul almost instantly overwhelmed reason. He walked towards the throne in a daze, and the erosion of the fog could no longer hurt the soul.

He stretched out his hand and tried to touch the crystal clearness of the things that the higher lives had dreamed of. However, when he touched the palm of his palm and closed his five fingers, he stopped his momentum!

Chu Xiang's face was no longer calm, but instead it was a kind of gloomy, distorted by fanaticism.

There was a struggle in his eyes, a struggle that he had never experienced before!

Click!

With a crisp sound, his five fingers that subconsciously stretched out his right hand and his five fingers turned backwards, and the golden bones even pierced the flesh!

In order to gain absolute control of the body, he even relied on his remaining slightest bit of reason to destroy millions of space cells that constituted ten fingers!!!

Bang!

He clenched his fist with his left hand and pounded it hard towards his chest. The sound waves rolled, and the violent sonic boom actually drove away the surrounding fog. The looming steel throne was directly exposed to the air, and a mouthful of golden blood sprayed on the broken ice crystals!

puff!

The blood directly decomposed in the air and turned into the most basic spatial particle structure. Part of the broken space was completely annihilated, while the other part returned to Chu Xiang's body silently!

"If the body is not controlled by reason, I would rather destroy it. If the mind transcends my will, I would rather not have that glimmer of life!"

Chu Xiang muttered to himself, and then exerted force vigorously.

"Gala". His right hand had five fingers in claws, and the folded finger bones were spontaneously corrected. Then he raised it indifferently and brushed it towards the Iron Throne.

This time, his eyes were calm, without the surprise and fanaticism that he had just now!

He acknowledges the value of emotions and allows them to exist. However, he absolutely will never allow reason to be replaced by impulse! Even if it is just what ordinary people call excitement and excitement.

Harsh, but there are reasons to have to be harsh.

...

"who?"

Qingfeng was surprised and looked vigilantly at Qingming who appeared at some point.

He was still worried about the "invisible bridge". The woman who seemed to fall from the sky actually walked to the Forgetful River as if no one was around.

"You don't need it, you know."

The woman has a nice sound, and the slim back makes people think. The long black hair spread on her back is full of soft luster, which makes people unable to help but want to touch it.

If that fairy-like figure could fascinate ninety percent of secular men, then Qingfeng would definitely be one of the few alternatives left. He had no appreciation for beautiful things in his heart, but only ten years of vigilance.

"Stop leaving, there is no way ahead!"

He couldn't help but remind him that Qingfeng was of course not out of kindness. He was just afraid, or had some bad illusion in his heart. He felt that the mysterious girl seemed to be able to see through the illusion, and he did not want the other party to cross the river and disturb Chu Xiang!

If he had a choice, he would rather see the woman fall into the water after being "bewitched" by him. Or, his feelings were wrong, she was as ignorant as him.

So far, he still doesn't know very well what the mystery of this illusion is. Is it "illusion" or "realm".

Qingming seemed to see through his thoughts and turned around and smiled.

"There is no way? No, you can't see it."

Smiling, the girl resolutely stepped forward, which was exactly the road that Chu Xiang walked on.

Qingfeng was stunned, not only for the smile that looked back, but also for a moment because he witnessed a miracle again.

It's you, I can't see...

"Just, because I can't see it?"

The breeze is confused, muttering to himself, watching the girl go to the other side...

"Wait! Why do you! Say I can't see it! How do you know?!"

The breeze shouted loudly at the beautiful shadow that was about to be swallowed by the fog.

Unfortunately, the other party seemed to have not heard it at all and left on his own...

When the last trace disappears in the vision, the breeze is depressed.

This blow was too big for him, and he even felt that he was extremely stupid.

He gritted his teeth and rushed to the riverside quickly. He raised his feet and watched the river surging, he hesitated again, and his pace never fell for a long time...

Can't see it, just because, can't see it...

............

"call!"

Chu Xiang took a deep breath. This behavior was redundant, but it could express useless emotions well.

Looking at the crystal clearer in the palm of his palm than the fragments of space, countless leaping pictures reflected in his eyes.

The vast fields were everywhere, and he had already reached the end of the underworld, where nothing could be left.

The mist that had just been dispelled by the sonic boom was like a giant mouth opened by a monster, slowly closing again.

This throne looks like it is cast by steel and iron, and I don’t know if it is too platinum essence or 100 million black iron.

If ordinary metals are exposed to ghost fog and yin wind in the underworld, they will be afraid that they will rust and rot in ten years.

This one is not huge, just right for his size, except for the dusty surface, looking a little gray, and has not been damaged at all.

The passage of time does not seem to make it disappear silently like many strange things.

Chu Xiang looked up at the gate of the six realms of reincarnation.

He suddenly laughed, then shook his clothes and sat on the iron cast throne.

The cold "feel" of metal is more bitter than the cold wind, and it suddenly reaches the bottom of my heart.

Chu Xiang looked coldly at the distance, a beautiful figure walking slowly in the fog, and waved his right hand lightly.

A crystalline thread drew a rainbow and flew out from afar...

"I, you are wrong."

............

The Qin Dynasty, the capital, the imperial city.

"snort!"

Chu Ying stared at Jian Xixin with a bad expression, and a flying sword around her was still dripping blood.

Ying Pan, the strongest man in Daqin, is known as the best master in the world.

At this moment, he was lying in a pool of blood on the side, leaning against the wall, holding the broken sword, and barely supporting himself.

Behind him is the most secret side hall of the Qin Dynasty, and it is also the place he usually stays for the most.

Many people who are familiar with the matter even speculated whether Ying Pan was hiding a charm in the golden house in the side hall, so that every night, the concubines were rarely favored.

Only the real senior officials of the Qin Dynasty knew that it was the foundation of a prosperous dynasty!

"Haha, hehehehe...If it weren't for him...If it weren't for my recent cultivation loss...If...even if you two join forces...so how...so how can you hurt me...ah cough..."

Ying Pan was weak and even failed to defeat his troops, but he still refused to give in.

He no longer had the strength to blame Ying Mo, or in other words, when his life was about to pass away, what was tied to his heart was not the foundation of the dynasty and the power of the world, but the victory or defeat of the battle between every man.

Unfortunately, I don’t know if the voice was too small or the momentum was too weak. Except for Ying Mo glanced at him, the other two completely ignored it.

"Cough cough cough cough cough cough..."

Even the fool could see that he was not long before he died.

Perhaps because he felt that he was ignored, Ying Pan's face flashed with anger and struggled violently.

The pool of blood spread around, and dark red liquid dripped into the flower bed next to it, and the soil was filled with awesome tides, just like the red clay plateau in the north, the shy wintersweet became more and more beautiful.

"Hehe, Chu Ying, why should you be so stingy?"

The only sword in the field is the most complete and in the best condition, and Feng Qingyun shook his long hair. He saw him facing the sunlight and slid his long sword. His left hand was pinched into a sword finger and wiggled along the sword spine. The dark red splashed, his fingers flicked, and the clanging sound continued.

"I didn't have any efforts just now."

Jian Xixin's tone was a little frivolous, but her expression was extremely cold. This was completely different from when this guy looked for Chu Ying not long ago and sweared to "relieve his past grudges"!

Even Ying Mo, who was behind him, felt a little disappointed for no reason and quietly took two steps back.

At some point, this man's body burst into a substantial murderous intent!

"You want to do it!"

The flying sword around Chu Ying was spinning faster and faster. Even due to high-speed movement, the remaining red of the flying sword fell off, and due to inertia, woven into a blood net in the air.
To be continued...