An extraordinary journey from the beginning

Chapter 197 When Life Comes to an End

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On the fishing boat, in the wing room.

"Hmm~" Taking off the towel on his forehead, Lu Ming woke up leisurely, and was about to lift off the quilt, only to realize that he was being suppressed, lowering his head slightly, Linglong was pressing in his arms, his face was a little haggard.

"Time is so fast..."

His fingertips brushed Linglong's familiar cheeks, a smile appeared on Lu Ming's face, and memories flashed in his eyes.

Linglong didn't sleep deeply, she soon sensed his movements, her eyelashes trembled slightly, she felt something strange on her face, she stretched out her hand and grabbed that big hand, she was about to scold him delicately, but her mouth became much gentler,
"Awake?"

"Well," nodded lightly, Lu Ming looked at her calm eyes as always, with peace of mind, "How long has it been?"

Linglong was so thoughtful, she naturally understood what he was asking, looked out the window and glanced at the hourglass, "You have been asleep for almost a day, your body..."

"No problem." Lu Ming shook his head slightly, lifted the quilt, and looked in the direction of Zhihuo Realm, his brows furrowed slightly, and he quickly regained his tranquility, as if he had sensed something.

After a long silence, he turned his head and said to her, "Let the people in the cockpit speed up the fishing boat to the fastest speed, Zhihuo...something may have happened."

"An accident happened to Zhihuo?" Linglong keenly grasped the words, knowing that Lu Ming would not lie to her, she didn't dare to hesitate, and hurried to the cockpit to let the driver speed up, and then trotted all the way back.

Lu Ming had already gotten up, stood outside the window and quietly looked at Zhihuo's direction, his eyes were deep, and he murmured: "It's strange...they are obviously dead."

"What's so dead?"

Looking back at the nervous Linglong, Lu Ming smiled easily and said, "Those people who died 500 years ago are people of the blood of the three great god races."

"Huo Tuke, the ancestor of the weaving fire, was responsible for suppressing the corpses related to the gods. The ancestral precepts set up here let the fire weaving people guard the Yanxi Wall for generations, and take it as an honor to extinguish the earth fire."

Tapping the window sill lightly with his fingertips, Lu Ming looked deep in thought, and continued, "Of course, this is just my guess, but the truth must be pretty much the same."

"The truth..."

Linglong murmured, grabbed his hand, pinched his pulse like a doctor, then reached out and touched his forehead to measure the temperature, with a pensive expression.

Strange, he...

Lu Ming's laughter interrupted her, "What do you want to see me? You pinched and grabbed me?"

"No, you just said Zhihuo had an accident, and that's why those things that were suppressed in the Yanxi Wall came out?"

"Yes, if we are prepared, there should be another name 'Fire Demon' in Zhihuo, that is, the fiery red monster we saw the night before when we left Zhihuo last time."

"Then my father and them?" Linglong suddenly felt a little worried.

"Don't worry, nothing will happen." Lu Ming gently grabbed her hand, conveying warmth, and said silently in his heart: Even if there is, I can keep them safe.

The familiar eyes filled with an indescribable sense of security, Linglong nodded slightly.

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The sky was covered in red, the black mountain had turned red, and then it collapsed and broke into two pieces. One after another fiery red figures climbed out from the broken mountain pass and the cracks in the eaves of the mountain.

Their eyes were full of hatred, from crawling to standing up slowly, and then began to run wildly, the speed was not sluggish, rushing towards the villages and towns below that reflected life.

While running, the sporadic flames on the fire demon's body fell to the ground, and a fire ignited instantly. The soil pockets began to burn, the houses began to burn, and even the roads began to burn.

Countless figures climbed up from the flames, and then galloped towards the small town. The fireballs were thrown randomly, flying all over the sky, and they were unscrupulous, destroying everything they saw before their eyes.

At the pool next to the Glory Stone, following Chifang's order from the Tongshan Group, the staff of the Tongshan Group rolled up cloth bags one after another, and countless congealing stone pills were thrown out, magnified in the air, and headed downward come down……

The stone that extinguished the ground fire gradually exploded, turned into powder, and even...began to burn.

"Where the fire weaves is, so is the fire weaver!"

"The ancestor's Yanxi wall is our last line of defense!"

"Brothers, we can't retreat!"

"Extinguish them!"

"Fight them!"

"..."

Half an hour passed, and most of the village had been destroyed. The raging fire went straight into the sky, and the heat energy from the sky spread to all parts of Suchuan. Countless fire weavers had already lay down on the ground.

The patriarch's face was covered with tears, and he could no longer stand up. The heat rushed to his face, and a weak but firm voice came out from his lips together, "Chi Fang!"

"Take them away!"

"Let Zhihuo leave a legacy!"

"Let the old people and children leave here and tell the outside world."

The fire fangs in the fire weaver's hand had already been broken everywhere. A fire fang was stepped on and turned into ashes immediately. Chifang was burned in many places. He struggled to breathe, and carried the patriarch on his shoulders. above.

"Zhihuo was born in this soil sac, and will die on this soil sac."

"This is not the glory of the ancestors, but the dignity of the fire weaver standing and dying."

The old patriarch burst into tears. During the turbulence, a fire demon in the distance saw the two, and several fiery flames swayed out, and the two were knocked down to the ground.

"Huo Tu Xin! Where are you!"

"Go and save the patriarch, you fucking go and save the patriarch, do you hear me!"

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flat pavilion.

March is cold in spring, and the wind is naturally much colder.

Wei Shengyan stood on the observation deck, looking at the clouds in the sky, holding the dowry bracelet representing Yin's family in his hand, he squeezed it slightly, the bracelet couldn't bear the force, and it cracked with a click.

The crisp sound brought the dazed Wei Shengyan back to his senses. He looked at the bracelet in his hand that was split into two pieces, his eyes suddenly turned red, and he smashed the bracelet hard to the ground with all his strength.

Sharp fragments flew all over the sky, and even scratched his cheek, but Wei Shengyan seemed unaware, his whole body trembling uncontrollably, maddened,

"Why?"

"Why are you telling me it's a deal?!"

"Can't you tell me you love me?!"

"Silver makeup, tell me why!"

Crouching on the ground, Weisheng looked like madness, sobbing, despair, and grief, "My life... can only be traded by you? In your eyes, do I have nothing worth paying for besides use value?" .”

"It's been like this since childhood, it's been like this when I grew up, and it's been like this in this miserable life."

In the distance, the old butler trotted over, prostrated himself on the ground, silent.

After a while, Wei Shengyan wiped away the tears, said with a blank face and no emotion: "The wedding is held as scheduled, and she wants to make a deal, so let's do it."

The old butler knew that the parents had lost their judgment, raised his head slightly, and reminded in a low voice: "Parents, something happened at Zhihuo, according to our observations from the military and Tianqimen."

"Yan Xi Wall... is broken!"

The voice of the old butler trembled a little. Knowing the secrets of the Patriarch, he naturally knew what Yanxi Wall was. There were countless noble bloodlines in it, a monster full of endless resentment formed after death.

In terms of its power, it is not a god, but a god.

Wei Shengyan's ashen eyes moved, and he raised his head slightly, as if he had thought of something, his eyes lit up with flames, "At the speed of our fishing boat, according to the schedule, by this time the Lord and the Lord are about to weave a fire. ?”

The old housekeeper didn't know why, but he still replied: "As long as the journey doesn't delay, we should have arrived at Zhihuo."

"Your Majesty and the God Lord?"

"What's the use of dead people no matter how hard they try? They couldn't beat Shenzong for 500 years, and now they've all turned into monsters and want to beat Shenzong, it's really wishful thinking!" Leaning over to pick up a broken bracelet, he smiled slightly. Sheng Yan put it back into his bosom, wrapped it in red cloth, and finally said: "Change the wedding to a fishing boat."

"Remember, use the best boat from my Weisheng family!"

The old butler looked up at the Patriarch's indifferent expression, trembled slightly, did not dare to say anything, and backed away hastily.

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weave fire.

The sky was covered with black clouds, and the lower layer was covered with crimson flames, constantly burning and growing.

Zhihuo town was completely covered by the fire, the streets and houses could not be seen clearly, only the fire demons neighed wantonly in the flames, flames kept falling, and new fire demons rose up again.

The water pool next to the Glory Stone, which was originally deep enough to submerge an adult's knee, has been absorbed by the Flint to the point where there is no trace of polish, not even a trace of the bluestone platform.

Broken fire fangs are everywhere, and the blood of the fire weaver still remains.

Holding the last fire fang, Huo Tu Xin fought the fire demon in front of him. After a roar, the flames on the fire demon disappeared and turned into nothingness. Huo Tu Xin spread out on the ground.

Huoya completely lost its momentum and turned into an ordinary wooden stick, which was then burned into ashes by the fire energy coming from a distance.

"Patriarch, it seems that we really lived forever in the flames." Grinning his lips, Huo Tu Xin had no strength to get up, and just complained towards the few days behind him: "I don't know which ancestor wrote the sacrifice, Let us live forever in flames, what a fart."

The patriarch lay on the stone bed, his face was gray and silent, his lips were chapped, and he had lost his voice.

Huo Tu Xin forced himself to look back, with sadness in his eyes, the flames from the bottom of the mountain had already struck, and a few more fire demons climbed up, his eyes reflected the climbing and abominable fire demon, and the corner of his mouth showed a sarcasm,
"They are all defeated by our ancestors, and also defeated by me!"

"Anyone who has the guts is singled out with me!"

The flames started to burn his body from far to near, and Huo Tu Xin had no energy to complain. He thought of his daughter, "Stinky girl, it's good to leave."

"Father of the provincial government is still worried that you have met the fire demon."

Familiar neighing sounded into Huo Tu Xin's ears. He slightly closed his eyes, with a serene expression on his face, and chose to face his own death calmly.

But the strange thing is that the neighing this time is not as wanton as before. The neighings of those monsters hate, hate, and endlessly, but they are directed towards the same letting go.

The flame on his body gradually became smaller until it was completely extinguished. Huo Tu Xin opened his eyes, and saw a fishing boat docked in the sky, and a young man with a sword parked parallel in front of him. Next to the young man was a woman in white with an anxious expression on her face. Look down.

On the ground, inside the mountain, on the Yanxi wall, fire monsters crawled one after another, screaming towards the ship, some of them threw fireballs, some galloped, some disappeared and appeared in the air, some There was an ear-piercing hiss...

Without exception, their target was the fishing boat.

Huo Tu Xin exhausted all his strength to get up, "Linglong, dad is here!"

Linglong quickly found him, and hurriedly said, "My father is at the Glory Stone, what should I do, let me go!"

A curtain was formed around the fishing boat, blocking the flames and sound waves. Lu Ming took advantage of the gap to look down and pulled Linglong back, "He's fine, he's just exhausted."

"When I'm done, these guys, let's go down."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Linglong's reaction, Lu Ming stepped forward and faced thousands of fire demons.

"Dead! Die, die!"

"Damn you!"

A series of human figures appeared in front of the eyes, and the fire demon's inaudible neighing could now speak clearly in front of him.

Lu Ming looked at the fire demon, and glanced at the broken Yan Xi wall, "It seems that someone released you."

"Unfortunately, something that has been killed once will not have any deterrent effect to me."

Looking through Zhihuo Town below, Lu Ming stepped on the void, and two ripples formed, one black and one white. The body of the original Shenzong Saber was covered with a crystal clear water curtain, "It's the same as 500 years ago." , so disgusting, disgusting!"

"I don't regret killing you, I just regret that I didn't kill you at the beginning, so that you have the opportunity to survive in the form of remnant souls to this day, and continue to do some disgusting things."

The black and white colors in his hands gradually resembled each other, and Lu Ming calmly looked at the fire demon with his teeth and claws in front of him, and continued, "So, this time, you will never have a future."

The saber covering the water curtain flew out, and the black and white ripples oscillated in all directions from the center of Lu Mingwei, just like a stone thrown into a calm lake, the ripples continued to grow and disappear.

Until all water surfaces return to calm.

Humidity returned to the air, and the screaming, running, chopping, and countless attacking fire demons all condensed and then gradually began to weather and disperse.

The wind blew gently, bringing a little coolness, and the ground and objects that had been burned by the fire demon all disappeared.

As if the years passed by.

"The power of time is really great."

The fishing boat in the rear had already docked on the mountain of Glory Stone. Lu Ming did not go down to meet Linglong immediately, but stretched out his palm, and the black and white colors disappeared.

He looked thoughtful, "Are you gone too..."

"Little tree..."

Looking across the abyss in the distance, Lu Ming suppressed the palpitations in his heart and flew down.

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(End of this chapter)