Chapter 29 Chapter Thirty-One

A ray of coolness slowly circulated in Yang Yizhi's body, gathering his long-lost power bit by bit. Yang Yizhi gritted his teeth tightly, and every time he gathered a little bit of strength, he pulled his hands away from the silver nail an inch. The mithril spike rubbed against the broken flesh and bones, making a hideous crisp sound, but he ignored it completely. With a soft bang, he was like a giant butterfly coming out of its cocoon, finally breaking free from the shackles of the silver nails, and hugged her tightly. Yang Yizhi knelt down in the ferocious snake's mouth, gently stroked her cheek with trembling fingers, and said word by word: "I will never let you forget all this, never."

He stretched out his hand, and the snow-white sleeve was covered with blood, like a plum blossom splashed all over the ground.Due to excessive blood loss, the wound on his wrist has begun to shrink, and only a faint bloodstain is flowing out. He lowered his head and bit the opening hard, causing more blood to gush out and drip into her mouth. These antidotes to the poison of forgetfulness in the blood may be able to curb the poison of the snake's Nirvana, this is his only chance.Even if she shed the last drop of blood and withered her life, as long as she could regain her life, he would not hesitate.

He put his wrist near her lips, letting the dripping blood stain her jaw red. The dawn fell on his face. At this moment, all his gentleness, calmness, and demeanor were wiped out, and the pain distorted his clear face like a moon. He hugged her tightly, as if he wanted to incorporate her body into his own flesh and blood. He hissed, "Why, why is this happening?" She fell asleep quietly and could no longer answer. He stared at her, his whole body twitched slightly, why did it happen? He was tortured, thinking that he could protect her and leave safely, but she returned to the devil's palace, standing in front of him with a gentle smile.

He thought she would stay and go to hell with him, but she saved him again and said softly but firmly: "I'm sorry, I can't love you." Then, she fell into a deep sleep, leaving him alone in this cold world, letting him hold her body that would never wake up, his heart hurt like a knife. What a cruel rescue. He lowered his head, let tears wet her temples, and hissed, "Why did you do this? I would rather be the one who forgets everything." Her long eyelashes drooped, covering her haggard face, but she was still speechless. Yang Yizhi suddenly raised his head, crimson tears rolled down his pale face, condensing into a grief-stricken smile:

"If I'm doomed to lose, I'd rather never have it." He gritted his teeth, tearing open his wound inch by inch. The blood clotted again and again, it was the instinct of his body, preventing him from squandering his life.But he bit the blood vein again and again, letting the blood flow out until her mouth was soaked in blood. His face was pale, and he could no longer support himself, so he slowly sat down leaning on the giant teeth, staring at the water-red figure, his eyes full of pleading. At this moment, he would rather believe in all the gods in the world; at this moment, he would rather kneel down at the feet of all the demons and offer his soul.

Just wish she could wake up. The light of dawn wandered over him and her, silently, but so cold. Not warm at all. After an unknown amount of time, Xiangsi's body twitched convulsively. She slowly opened her eyes, the pain of eternal night gradually faded away, and finally a faint blush appeared between her pale lips. Because of his blood. Yang Yizhi stared at her blankly, his face was full of joy.A bright moon-like smile bloomed on his face full of blood and tears again. The salvation of the heavens came at this moment. He tried to smile, opened his arms, and waited for her. Acacia sat up quietly.

She looked at him, but was so indifferent, like a stranger. Yang Yizhi's smile froze suddenly. Acacia stood up.Her face was shrouded in the morning light, so soft and soft, like a rippling light, it seemed a bit unreal. Her gaze passed over him, but there was no slight fluctuation: "It's time for me to save those people in the deserted city..." She frowned slightly: "I don't know how the catastrophe will torture them..." She muttered, and staggered down the giant pillar of the snake. His blood was still on her body, but it was no longer warm.The sunlight elongated her figure, and gently passed over him, like a piece of dust.

Leave no trace. Yang Yizhi's heart suddenly twitched. She still remembered the deserted city and the heavy robbery, but she forgot about him. The poison of forgetting love eats away the bones and ecstasy.The poisoned person will start with the person who is least willing to forget, and forget one by one until they become unconscious walking dead.Now, his blood melted the antidote and released the poison in her body, but it was too late to save all her memories. ——She has forgotten the person she misses the most these days. That is him! She kept saying that she couldn't love him.But the first thing she forgot was him.

He forgot that in the fortified military camp, his white clothes were stained with blood, he knelt down in front of the tent, and held up the bloody eagle feather to her. Forgetting under the brilliant crown, his face gradually returned to silence, and he stretched out his hand gently to caress her hair. Forgot that on the Teng Snake Giant Pillar, her smile was full of sorrow, she raised her head slightly, and kissed his lips. Forget everything he and she have experienced together. Forever and ever, he will bear this pain forever, alone. But he couldn't forget her, this water-red lotus.That is the lovesickness engraved in the bones and printed in the bottom of my heart.

He was the only one who remembered, what kind of pain was that? What kind of punishment? He raised his head slowly, with traces of blood and tears on his pale face, but he didn't know where to go. ——If destined to lose, he would rather never have it. But, how to ask reincarnation, who is doomed? He fell to his knees on the icy ground, blood and tears streaming down his face.The broken fists beat the ground again and again, until the last blood was splashed. At that moment, he forgot the way of a gentle gentleman, forgot the modest demeanor in white clothes, and forgot all the light in his soul.He beat the ground frantically, as if he wanted to pierce through this icy world.

He wants to cut through the dazzling sunlight, he wants to smash the teasing of fate, he wants to tear away the hypocrisy of this god, and question the thousands of causes and conditions that mess up the cycle of reincarnation. He suddenly looked up and saw Zhuo Wangsun. With a distance of hundreds of feet, on the white altar, Zhuo Wangsun stood floatingly, his blue clothes flashing across the bright jade, shining brightly. He seemed to have stood here for a thousand years, and the clothes on his body were already wet by the morning mist. He looked at Yang Yizhi coldly. It was as if the God of Destruction and the God of Creation stared at each other across the world where their fates were entangled. So cold, so chilling. Yang Yizhi suddenly felt a sharp edge. It came from heaven and earth, burning into his chest. The bow of Shiva shone with a strange light between Zhuo Wangsun's fingers.This artifact, made according to the weapon in the hands of the great god Shiva, possesses enormous power unimaginable by the world, and it can destroy Sanlian City in an instant. A smile appeared on Yang Yizhi's pale as paper face, he gradually regained his composure, stood up straight, and stood in front of the hinge of the Teng Snake Pillar. This is what they had agreed upon long ago. He chose destruction, climbed up to the golden city himself, and pointed out to him the hub of the Serpent Pillar. He gently unfolded his white clothes to welcome the belated destruction. Suddenly, his heart began to palpitate. He suddenly remembered that Xiangsi was saving the people in the deserted city in Heitielian City, if Zhuo Wangsun shot this arrow, then the 20,000 people, together with her, would be wiped out together with the city. That was something he could never, never allow to happen. At this time, Zhuo Wangsun said coldly, word by word: "Step aside." With a clanging sound, Shiva's bow jumped into his palm.One of the three Shiva's arrows shot by Tian Yuluo was already hanging on the bowstring.This rebuilt artifact is not just a bow, it contains infinite power, and the moment Zhuo Wangsun bends the bow and sets the arrow, it bursts out and turns into bright streams of atmosphere, circling around Zhuo Wangsun's body . In an instant, the bright and clean marble that made up the altar collapsed one after another.Zhuo Wangsun's majestic power was magnified infinitely with the help of this artifact, like a flying dragon, about to break out of his hand and smash the sky! No one doubts that this arrow will pierce through the giant Teng Snake Pillar, causing the great Three Linked City to collapse in an instant. But he couldn't get out of the way. Yang Yizhi glanced down, he could see that Xiangsi was opening the cage, leading the people in the deserted city to rush out of Sanlian City.Their footsteps have just stepped out of this city, and once the three cities collapse, they will all die. He couldn't let Zhuo Wangsun shoot the arrow. He wants to fulfill all of her wishes that are so red. He shook his head slightly. Zhuo Wangsun's eyes turned cold, and the bowstring suddenly tightened! A violent hiss sounded from Shiva's bow, it was the last whimper of heaven and earth before destruction. Zhuo Wangsun's face was cold and serious, and he was forced into the bow of Shiva.This divine weapon increased his strength ten times, and it almost turned into a solid body. The dragon and snake flew in the air, and the scales and armor were messy, lingering in front of him. Zhuo Wangsun let go of his fingers suddenly. The pure cyan arrow of Shiva flew towards Sanlian City with a howling sound! The body of the arrow turned into a glamorous ray of light, and suddenly, it flew straight towards the Teng Snake Pillar! Yang Yizhi looked at the distant sky and sighed softly. He was seriously injured and had exhausted all his efforts, but at this moment his heart was suddenly empty, free from dross.He raised his sleeves lightly. The clear and brilliant light of dawn suddenly dimmed. The sky is full of sunlight, and it disappears in an instant. But they were all gathered in his palm, and there was a gleam of light on his fingertips. So soft and warm, like a distant ancient god who has completed the great cause of creating the world and is about to fall into a deep sleep, leaving a long sigh for the common people. With the flick of Yang Yizhi's sleeve, a clear light shot out suddenly. Shiva's arrow stopped suddenly in the air.The long roar roared continuously, like a huge dragon being suddenly strangled. Then, it disappeared suddenly. A huge explosion sounded through the air, filled the sky with misty smoke and dust, and exploded in front of Yang Yizhi's eyes. His clothes were disheveled, floating like a god. Looking at the sky full of light dust withering. spotless. Zhuo Wangsun slightly raised his eyebrows. rage. With a light brushing sound, the second arrow of Shiva has hit the bowstring! The wild zhenqi shot out, fiercer, stronger, and fiercer! Dazzling dragon shapes fluttered beside him, like an ancient demon god who walks with dragons, arrogantly whipping the world.In front of him, no one dares to defy, no one dares to offend! The point of the arrow pointed angrily, approaching Yang Yizhi. "Step aside." The words are sharp, chilling and resolute. Yang Yizhi raised his sleeve and gently wiped away the blood on the corner of his mouth. ——Is that the last trace of blood in his body? What else can he contend with the God of Destruction? Just resisting the first arrow, he had exhausted all his strength.The sword of Fengyue, empty and flexible, is like a fairy, but unfortunately, he can only send out one sword. His body has turned into an empty shell, what can he use to withstand the second and third arrows? But he cannot back down. The people in the deserted city have already escaped from Sanlian City.Chong Jie intends to die with Sanlian City, and has already dismissed the iron cavalry and bulldog corps. As long as you open the door of the cage, you can lead them out without any hindrance. He seemed to be able to see that Xiangsi was helping the old and the young, leading them to run forward desperately. As long as they block for a moment, they can escape.There will be a happy smile on her face. He is already satisfied, whether she forgets him or not. He shook his head. Zhuo Wangsun smiled coldly and unleashed his bowstring. Shiva's arrow pierced the silent sunlight and flew towards the giant pillar of the snake. This time, there is no longer any obstruction from Fengyue Sword. It seems destined that Sanlian City will fall in this arrow, even the gods are helpless. The arrow is in a hurry, soaring forward angrily. The city trembled in the trance of falling.It was as if the gods had heard the twilight horn of the end. The shrill howling pierced the morning sky, but suddenly choked. Like ice falling into spring water. Sanlian City still stands quietly, like an abandoned historic site. The arrow pierced deeply into Yang Yizhi's body. He knelt down in the snake's head, his body leaning forward, like a ray of bent moonlight, the silver arrow of Shiva pierced through his ribs.He seemed to use all his life and all his efforts to meet the arrow. The doomsday power condensed on the arrow severely damaged his body, leaving a shockingly huge crack.All his energy seemed to be destroyed by the arrow, and he was struggling on the verge of dying. He blocked the arrow with his own body. That was his last weapon. He lowered his head, slowly pulled the arrow out of his body, and gently threw it away.His body was convulsing violently, but the blood seemed to have drained out and no longer spewed out. He used all his strength to stand upright inch by inch. As long as she blocks another arrow, she can escape.The water-red lotus will bloom forever and will never wither again. He smiled, the smile is so misty. There is no more pain, he no longer perceives pain. The third arrow landed on the bowstring. This is the last arrow, the golden arrow. It must hit, the majesty of Pavilion Master Huayin, and the anger of King Zhuo, ordered it to hit, and let the city be destroyed in his heart. There is absolutely no second choice. Zhuo Wangsun drew his bow and drew it full. With cold and solemn eyes, he pressed on to the faint figure in the gold and silver. The glaciers are thawing, and the jackdaws are playing in the water. Qianqiu Meiyuan, Feihong Yuanyin. The dream flower shines on the shadow, and sees the moon and the moon. The song crosses the boat, and Xiaopu fishermen sing. Green Dai smoke Luo, red neon cloud makeup. Drinking the rainbow outside the sky, pregnant with pearls and Canglang. Twelve-style swordsmanship, representing twelve kinds of power, is twelve different sword hearts, dancing wildly for Zhuo Wangsun. At this time, like a dragon, he opened his offended Ni Lin. The misty green air lingered around him, gradually turning into countless tiny sword glows, one by one, submerging into the huge bow of Shiva's bow.Zhuo Wangsun's mood was gradually changing. Joy, anxiety, joy, sorrow.pity, sorrow.Joy, sorrow, cherish, rage, sacrifice, resentment. Every state of mind that arises turns into strength, settles in the violent heart veins, gushes out, turns into incomparable true energy, and rushes toward the bow of Shiva. Then, with a pure heart, like the red sun in the heart of the sky, it shines on all things. That arrow no longer had any sharpness, it only carried the chill of destruction. Lin Lin pointed directly at Yang Yizhi in Sanlian City. Yang Yizhi's misty eyes could no longer lock this chilling light.There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, but he was no longer in a trance.He tried his best to open his blood-stained eyes, trying to see clearly the arrogant figure in front of him, but found that his consciousness was becoming more and more blurred. Can't he protect him anymore? He and him should not have confronted each other. Is it fate? He wants to protect, but he wants to destroy. He felt a trace of desolate pain in his heart, and couldn't help asking softly: "Are we still friends?" The soft voice passed through the hundreds of meters of fog and reached his ears. friend. Zhuo Wangsun's string-controlling fingers jumped suddenly. At the Songshan Conference, he and he cherished each other and agreed to the world's martial arts, and they would never fight again. On the top of Yusu Peak, he held the cup and held the wine, and drank with it after three months. No one expected that such a long time had passed since the date of that appointment, and they would meet again like this. If there is only one person in the world who can be his friend, it can only be this man in white clothes. The brilliant light of dawn shone into his eyes with a sting. But he couldn't recognize this friend. With the cold wind hanging down, it has stood on the top of the altar for long enough, enough to see everything about it and her through a distance of hundreds of feet. At that moment, he was vigilant and startled. Just because, he was shocked to hear that there was a broken sound coming from his cold heart. Since then, he no longer wants friends. "In the vast world, any two people can be friends, but only you and me, not." "Never." Yang Yizhi covered the wound, and suddenly coughed violently. Will he and him be enemies in the end?After all, should he stand at the head of Sanlian City and take his arrow? For justice in Jianghu, for the common people in the world, for her? Zhuo Wangsun's eyes were cold, and his fingers moved slowly on the bowstring. "If you don't die with this arrow today, I will fight with you on Mount Kailash, the holy mountain." "There must be a battle between you and me." He opened his arms suddenly, and there was a frightening coldness in his eyes! All killing intent! Yang Yizhi barely stood up straight. He wants to take this arrow, for sure. That was his last protection. Suddenly, a monstrous force struck, and his body was knocked away. The gorgeous clothes of the King of Non-Heaven surrounded him, and the trembling voice of Chong Jie came from behind like a wound. "Get out of the way!" He forcefully pulled Yang Yizhi to the rear. "Only I am qualified to die with this city, and only I am qualified to destroy this city!" Yang Yizhi no longer had the strength to resist. He looked at Chong Jie, at that frail body covered with luxurious clothes, and at that monstrous face shrouded in holy brilliance. Chong Jie laughed. It was a gentle, forgiving smile. He held up the mithril peacock crown on his head and gently placed it on Yang Yi's head. He suddenly pulled something from behind. It was a snake made of a mechanism, with a huge snake body winding, and two iron-cast wings sprouting from its ribs, exactly the same as the totem painted on the giant snake pillar.Chong Jie picked up Yang Yizhi and put him on the snake. "Remember what I said? If a snake flies into the sky, it will turn into a dragon." He smiled at Yang Yizhi.At that moment, his pale face was dyed red by the morning sun, and all the haze faded from his transparent eyes, becoming extremely clear. No one would have thought that his smile would be as moving as the bright moon for another moment. He tapped lightly. The organ Teng Snake let out a sharp hiss, and the iron wings flew nine feet, and flew out. Chong Jie looked at Yang Yizhi who was gradually going away, his eyes were full of obsessive nostalgia. "Believe it, a long time ago, I was very similar to you..." "Being like you, I believed in the light." "You are my light." "So, please be sure, live on my behalf..." "Live in eternal light." He smiled, bowed slightly, and bowed to Yang Yizhi as a farewell ceremony. At the same time, Zhuo Wangsun fired an arrow and shot towards Sanlian City! Chong Jie looked at the arrow, and a smile appeared on his face. "No one can destroy Sanlian City, only me..." He set off a huge mechanism and snapped it off. There was a loud bang, and the three-linked city suddenly burst into flames, and just before Shiva's arrow hit it, it collapsed and disintegrated. Chong Jie seemed to hear Yang Yizhi's exclamation from far away, his heart was extremely peaceful, and he had no more worries. He sat down slowly, feeling the flames rising from the sky surrounding him and refining him. Gold, silver, black iron, three cities, three kinds of glory, mixed together, stirred into a thick ball of red electric fire, burning violently into a big explosion that shook the world.The fire veins in the ground were completely alarmed by the explosion, and thousands of flames spewed out in an instant. The thick and long flames reached three thousand feet, and the sky was burned into flames!The crash was deafening. This moment is like the end of the world. Heaven dies. Chong Jie suddenly felt a burst of intense warmth rushing over, instantly engulfing him. His consciousness suddenly turned into chaos, but he was not frightened, he only felt a kind of real joy, awe, and solemnity.He felt that his heart gradually calmed down, sank deeper and deeper, and fell into a warm and bright embrace. A large sheet of light sprouted from the depths of the universe, enveloping him. There is no need to live forever in the ruins of lifeless, enduring endless loneliness. No longer have to endure the dim yellow dust rain, and the sky without seasons, day and night. There is no need to face those faces full of questions that have lost their pupils, and there is no need to listen to the cries of every brick and stone pillar every night. This light will stay with him forever, until Ragnarok destroys all. In a trance, a huge figure stepped out of the light and stretched out his hand to him. It was Brahma, the great creator god, who was finally moved by his asceticism, walked out of the glorious temple, and welcomed him to join the ranks of the immortals. Chongjie let out a joyful sob, jumped up suddenly, and held Brahma's hand tightly. The gods led him to the source of light, and he could see every step of his footsteps turned into light. He looked up, and the god was smiling quietly at him, and he suddenly found that the smile was so familiar. Like the kneeling moonlight in the underground palace. He smiled, very happy. It turned out that he had never been abandoned. His gods were always by his side and accompanied him. The Sanlian City was burned, and everything was turned into ashes, buried underground forever. No matter the oracle or the demon, they will all be turned into eternal memory, and no more words will be left behind.