long night walk

Chapter 497 Three Rivers
Mencius Fei was dressed in brocade clothes, looming in the wind and rain, and the cold rain washed his sharp-edged face, making the once gentle and jade-like face look a kind of indifference that cannot be concealed.

He held up the long sword, pressed it to his cheeks, and murmured: "There are shadows in my heart, but I don't want to let go of the light. I have been ambiguous for hundreds of years in the cracks. I don't know if I don't cut open my glorious body with my own hands." , What kind of bad heart is hidden under this chest, bad heart."

He smiled self-deprecatingly, and said, "Let's just pretend that these 200 years have been a big dream of self-deception."

Mencius looked sideways at Erhe's buried heart, and asked with a smile, "Is this a dark heart?"

"200 years ago, the moment I raised the butcher's knife to my cousin Shang Ying, that was the moment when my heart was really darkened and my heart was ruthless."

"It's because I can't see myself clearly. I feel that I put down the blood-stained butcher's knife and put on clean clothes. The elegant body of a young man drags my soul that has been defeated and fallen, and I throw myself into the eternal life that everyone yearns for. on the road."

"Close your eyes, and there will be such a beautiful woman with a heart out of her own heart, with a heart that will never change until death, mixed with blood, shining, standing on the other side of the River of Forgetfulness and looking at me from a distance, With such sad and unrepentant eyes, I watched me drift away and become bookless."

"Day and night, life after life, my soul is covered with guilt and heaviness one after another, which makes me walk on this road, so difficult."

The sound of rumbling thunder seemed to become the scenery of mountains and seas behind him.

Mencius Fei's originally clear eyes seemed to emit a phosphorus-like yin fire: "I miss the past, the past is far away. I escape from the past, and the past follows closely. Gradually, I began to be afraid of recalling Shang Ying.

The most important person I once hid in my heart has become a nightmare that I can't get rid of in my life. She seems to be behind me all the time, looking at me from a distance. Tormented me for hundreds of years. "

Erhe Zongxin looked at Meng Zifei who had fallen into such a state, and unexpectedly discovered the depth of his sinking was really surprising. He chuckled softly and said, "Until you entered the ghost mountain and met You Guilang?"

Meng Zifei's expression suddenly became extremely indifferent and sure: "Until I entered the ghost mountain and met You Guilang."

"He lives such a crazy life, but I feel a little envious when I look at him." Mencius's eyes are strange and calm: "Perhaps, black or white, that is the easiest way to live."

He took two steps towards the rocky cliff, and the sea breeze rolled up his wet and heavy clothes.

Mencius looked at the endless black waters and let out a breath slowly. In the depths of his black eyes, there was a strong pain and sadness. At that moment, it seemed to be smoothed and disappeared by an invisible force. In the end, only the wilderness was left. Frost-like indifference.

He suddenly felt a little tired.

Thus, for 200 years, the sword and whisk, which never left the body, fell into the sea of ​​sinking abyss.

The turbulent black water area is like the mouth of a giant beast. In an instant, the last obsession that left him in the world was swallowed so easily, and he could never find it again.

After all, it's just a dead thing.

The smile under Erhe's burial mask became wider and wider, and he became more and more satisfied.

Mencius turned around. His eyes reflected the cold wind and rain from all directions. They were dark, and there was no emotion that a human being should have. He said seriously: "I will not inherit the Sixth River."

Erhe's smile froze, and he couldn't help asking in doubt: "Why?"

Meng Zifei laughed suddenly, his eyes glued to his mask: "If I become a demon, I want to become the third river."

Bun Xin was stunned for a moment, and then burst out laughing loudly: "Third River, Third River, you are very good, you are even better than You Guilang, Meng Zifei!"

The third river in the devil world, his ability is second only to him.

Ranking the top three, Mo He is no different from the upper king among Mo He.

Sanhe Wangyi is no less mysterious than Yihe Shuci. Since the establishment of Liuhe, Liuhe respected the head of Shuci, relying on the ability of immortality, and has always been the leader of the river. There has never been a change of river owner. Variety.

As for Sanhe Wangyi, he personally killed the former River Lord when he was a teenager, and became the second Third River in the Demon Realm.

No matter if it is Erhe Buried Heart, Sihe Ning Feiyan, Wuhe, Liuhe, Wangyi is the oldest river owner after Shuci, and his ability is also the most mysterious. So far no one has been able to shake and usurp him The position of the river lord.

Now such a little cultivator in the sea-expanding realm, he doesn't want the Liuhe given to him, and he wants to become Sanhe with one mouthful.

It's really a big breath, a big heart!

However, Bu Xin, he really started to look forward to it.

He likes the night, likes death, likes killing, and even more likes war!
Bunny looked up at the sky, and said with a smile, "Let the blood of this boy and the dragon's corpse pave the way for you to go next."

As if to verify his words, the black dragon entrenched in the clouds opened its mouth and bit Bai Lian.

It didn't use the Jun pupil to stare, and the continuous rainstorm didn't turn the dragon into an extremely golden color.

The purpose of the big snake is very clear.

It wanted to swallow Bailian, not kill him.

In the scarlet and frenzied dragon pupils, the past and the future, darkness and light have long been indistinguishable.

A dark aura flowed from Bai Lian's body. With a flick of his wrist, the power of dark blood poured into the silver gun fiercely. splash.

The mouth of the tiger holding the gun suddenly burst into bright red blood, and the palm of the hand burst open, excruciating pain.

Bai Lian didn't change his face, and with the help of the huge counter-shock force, he folded his gun straight into the sky, his body turned into a straight white line, and rushed towards the bronze door.

On the ear side, the floating heavy cloud was suddenly exploded by a terrifying air machine.

A pitch-black flying sword came towards his eyes first, but before the sword energy arrived, his eyes felt a stinging pain first.

The strength of this sword cut off Bai Lian's way, his body suddenly condensed in the sky, flowers bloomed on the other side of the eyebrows, the dark and sharp little sword pierced the eyebrows, the flowers bloomed and withered, and the sinister and vicious flying sword also sank. Gone, disappeared.

But in an instant, the same pitch-black flying sword flew out from between his brows, and flew into the distance into the sky.

Bunny raised his hand to slam the little sword away, with a jovial and teasing smile on his face: "This is no good, it will spoil my good deed, how could it be possible for you to leave so easily."

After such a delay, the huge black dragon tail swayed through the clouds, and fell heavily towards Bai Lian's head like a shady curtain covering the sky.

Bai Lian, whose brows were overflowing with blood, could not avoid it, and two figures, one blue and one red, came to protect him in an instant.

Three majestic forces collided together, sweeping a round of huge energy fluctuations across the sky.

(End of this chapter)