One or two branches of plum outside the bamboo

Chapter 512 The place where I once died

Although Mei Heng woke up, his body never recovered. Yan Qingzhi pushed him forward on the bumpy ground. Sometimes Mei Heng helped hold the torch. Sometimes Mei Heng fell asleep. Zhi Zhi held it up by herself.

Another few days passed, and Yan Qingzhi finally sensed the call of bloodline power.

She didn't know what she was going to face later, but being able to break free from this boundless black still gave her some comfort, and the road ahead seemed to have more hope.

Mei Heng didn't show any strangeness. He didn't seem to care about his own death. When he was awake, he talked to Yan Qingzhi, and when he fell asleep, he was extremely peaceful. This kind of relaxation seemed like how nervous Yan Qingzhi was.

The heavy stone door was pushed open by Yan Qingzhi. The lights in the cave were as always, and people were born in the sun. Although he was worried about Mei Heng's death, Yan Qingzhi was deeply relieved when he saw the light.

They had reached the core of the underground palace, and the entrance to the tomb where an ancient god was buried was in front of them.

The complex and exquisite archway stands in the empty mountain belly, and the text on it is brand new, as if it has never experienced the erosion of time.

The buildings behind the archway were not what Yan Qingzhi knew and saw. They were all very tall. Although Yan Qingzhi's height was not comparable to the bright moon in front of those buildings, it was not much higher than the threshold.

From her point of view, it is impossible to take in the full picture of those buildings in her eyes.

All the materials of those buildings are like jade but not jade, like stone but not stone, like wood but not wood, with the color of logs and the texture of stone, but they are pure and transparent like warm jade, with a faint halo, the whole building. The group has become ethereal because of this.

Yan Qingzhi stood at the door and looked around, but did not dare to enter.

Mei Heng looked at everything in front of him, and there was a little nostalgia in his eyes. If there was no Yan Qingzhi, he might still die here, watching the people of the Ming family take away the bones!
But this time, the Ming family couldn't come, Mei Heng turned his head slightly, sensing Yan Qingzhi's attitude behind him.

He thought, this life will be different after all!
It's just a pity that he can't see the end...

"Let's go!"

Mei Heng was the first to speak, breaking the strange atmosphere here.

Yan Qingzhi looked at the top of his head, a little sad and a little timid, she reached out to push the wheelchair, but after a long time she didn't move, Mei Heng turned her head to look at her face, only to see that her slightly thin face was full of tears. is struggling.

"It doesn't matter, what should be faced is always faced!"

Hearing this, Yan Qingzhi's tears almost fell, her fingers trembling on the armrest of the wheelchair, she wanted to move forward, but she still stopped.

"Have you ever died here?"

Yan Qingzhi's bloodline power has never been activated. It is obviously the opportunity for Mei's to transcend the sky, but she is neither like Mei Heng's bloodline ability, nor like Yan Qingzhu, she can see what she wants Insight into everything.

But I don't know why, she stood here and suddenly had some strong feelings.

She didn't dare to close her eyes because she already knew that once she closed her eyes, she would see certain memories that Mei Heng had.

Yan Qingzhi couldn't check those memories, she was afraid that those emotions would be too turbulent, and she would get lost and forget herself.

However, although she didn't check the details, she sensed the general appearance of those memories.

"Well! If you didn't come, my mother and my grandmother lived until the night before I opened the underground palace. They gave me all their power, and I was the only one in the world who could open this underground palace. Naturally, those people were unwilling to let it go. They all wanted to catch me for their own use, but I didn't want to."

The people of the Mei family who fell into the hands of the Feng family were too tragic, as strong as bright, and they could not escape such a fate. How could Mei Heng let himself end up in such a situation!
He saw with his own eyes that Ming Lang, who was not rescued by Yan Qingzhi, was refined into a monster by the people of the Corpse Control Sect.

The blood of the gods is invulnerable to all poisons, but Minglang's whole body's blood has been drained clean. His tenacious vitality prevented him from dying immediately. Instead, his blood was replaced by some special substance, and his flesh and bones were poisoned by poison Soaked into a real steel and iron bone, it became a genuine humanoid weapon.

His mind and body, which were not clear before, were divided into two parts. While he instinctively resisted such a fate, he was helpless with the situation in front of him.

The pain penetrates the bone marrow, life is better than death, but it is impossible to die.

Sometimes, the blood of the gods is not all good.

Just like their powerlessness in the face of death catastrophe, like Ming Ming's life force that is too strong to die...

Yan Qingzhi heard the pain in those memories from Mei Heng's calm words.

It seems that it never happened, but to Mei Heng, everything happened!
If it wasn't for Mei Heng's death right now, Yan Qingzhi might put aside all restraints and reach out to hug him, or would pretend to have nothing to do with him and say 'it's okay, those things didn't happen, just treat it as a nightmare ! '...

But Mei Heng's death is coming. No matter what she says, she can't offset the damage. She can't be sure of the value of Mei Heng's existence. As small as her and selfish as her, it seems that she is not worthy to evaluate what Mei Heng has done. for.

When the son is striving for governance today, he is the prime minister of a generation of Mingjun, the state of Zhao is prosperous and strong, and the people are prosperous.

If you can take back all the places like Yunhaizhou, Haichuan, etc., it will definitely be a good thing for the country and the people as far as Da Zhao is concerned.

Mei Heng's methods may be ruthless, but after all, he and Tianjing Division carried these infamy back. Those who benefited from it were not only the emperor who was firmly seated in Zhaodu, but also those who were oppressed by Jianghu sects in Ihaichuan and Yunhaizhou. countless people.

Yan Qingzhi does not have the courage of Mei Heng, even if she has Mei Heng's ability and identity, she doesn't think she can do it to such an extent, and naturally she has no position to evaluate Mei Heng's merits and demerits.

She was silent, but she couldn't move her footsteps. She was standing at the door, and she didn't know what she was insisting on.

Mei Heng couldn't guess what she was thinking, only when Yan Qingzhi thought his death was here, she could only smile helplessly.

"With so many people coming in with us, it's impossible for none of them to get through. We took a long detour before and was delayed for a while. If we don't go in now, we will bump into those people here!"

Mei Heng's words were an understatement, but it made Yan Qingzhi's heart heavier.

In the face of life and death, everything the two had experienced before became insignificant.

(End of this chapter)