My hero is myself

Xiaoqing looked at the deserted city wall, not angry at being deceived.

But a bit of inexplicable sadness.

This is our home court.

What Sister Qin wants to do, including ourselves as sacrifices, will no longer exist...

You are heading towards the center of death.

Truth, cause and effect, right and wrong, good and evil...

Is it really more important than living well?

"This temperament looks more and more like that person."

Xiao Qing sighed lightly.

Among the many legends she heard after waking up, the young monk from Jinshan Temple was eventually plotted by Chen Tuan and did not survive.

She had been searching for many years, traveling to almost every corner of Kyushu.

Finally, I had no choice but to confirm that those powerful means and destiny's calculations left no room for action.

He has no chance of reincarnation. This is just an old monster who looks a bit like him.

His temperament and methods are not comparable to that of a young monk with a pure heart.

"Since you insist on breaking in, then be buried with us and welcome an era without destiny!"

The open Suzaku door slowly closed.

The last starry sky outside Bianliang City disappeared.

Complete darkness enveloped the entire process, and there was no communication with the outside world...

The eternal night realm has finally arrived!

Deep in the earth's veins, a giant bird, deeper than the night, flew into the sky with shadow-woven wings, covering the whole city with a terrifying aura.

at the same time.

Roland shuttled through the extremely complex maze and broke through hundreds of formations. He looked at the scenery in front of him in a daze:

For a moment, he thought he was back in Yushi Cave.

But he clearly knew that this was the birthplace of all darkness beneath Bianliang City.

It was not the fairy winter where he and the Shennong sisters lived in seclusion.

He finally saw the plaque, which read "Qishui Palace"...

Oops!

Just when Roland was in a trance, he suddenly realized that he was no longer in the real world.

A huge amount of information poured into the depths of his spiritual platform while he was in a daze that might just be a thought.

He lost his body's senses, and what he saw was what the master of Qishui Palace wanted him to see.

"This should be a means of defense for this underground palace."

"After all the traps, I still have a trump card!"

"While I was feeling relaxed when I thought I had arrived at my destination, I realized the regret in my heart and took advantage of the opportunity to take action..."

"What an insidious method, what a powerful ability to capture fighter jets!"

"This spiritual world contains extremely strong emotions..."

"Sure enough, is this the real experience of that old monster?"

"Just take some time to see who he is!"

Roland simply took advantage of the situation and read these memories.

This is a very mysterious method.

If he hadn't gained a deeper understanding of the Everlasting Dream Glazed Realm, he might not have discovered that he was under an illusion.

But with his current will, the existence that can confuse his illusion has also spent a lot of money:

The illusory world created by his own real memory was rich enough in details, and even he couldn't distinguish it at the first time.

This is the true weight.

But Roland thinks this is also an opportunity.

He has the ability to transform into a butterfly, and the more information he has about his enemies, the higher his chances of winning.

If that didn't work, he would just throw the Eternal Dream Glazed Realm into this illusion and call for strategic support from his mentor.

With this confidence, Roland stopped resisting and devoted himself to the memory of the "old monster" he considered to be, looking for a way to solve him...

……

……

"It's so suspenseful..."

In the underground palace, a phantom slowly disintegrated and fell into the charred piano.

If it weren't for the enemy's sudden trance, she wouldn't have been able to find the chance to release Dream Storm.

That was her last resort, just taking a risk.

It turned out to be an unexpected success.

It was just the continuous fighting that left her, who was already on the verge of death, with even less time.

Xiao Qing's figure appeared and said in surprise:

"Sister Qin, can Peng Shenyi hurt you?"

She cut her slender fingers, and the essence and blood condensed with the strong power of wood to make up for the cracks on the piano's body.

Xiao Qing cultivated the Qinglong Immortal Body because the fairy lute where the remnant soul of the lute heart rests cannot be repaired by conventional means.

Only the essence and blood of the Qinglong Immortal Body, condensed with a bit of the ancient demon's magical power, can prevent the damage from spreading while it is in effect.

This can buy more time for Sister Qin.

After a long time, the phantom regrouped and said with a wry smile:

"That Peng God is proficient in all kinds of methods, and his adaptability is terrifying...it reminds me of a good opponent from a certain life."

After Qin Xin finished speaking, her face suddenly became straight again.

"The variables have been temporarily suppressed, and the Shadow of the Golden Crow has grown to its limit."

"Xiao Qing, protect me!"

"I cannot be disturbed while reciting the admonition to heaven. This is the last effort I can make to survive in this life."

"If he can conform to the way of heaven, he can rekindle his ambition for life."

"Maybe it can open a new era for Kyushu!"

Volume 130: Entering Kyushu for the first time: Chapter [-] The way of the green snake, a small care

"Qishui Palace" is a huge underground palace built underground in Bianliang by Qin Xin, who perfectly recreated the destroyed Yushi Cave.

He was named after a fellow Taoist whom he met in a certain life.

It's a pity that the practitioners of that era have disappeared, and no one has ever seen through her little thoughts.

Even Xiaoqing didn't know that Sister Qinxin was missing someone.

Just think of it as a majestic sign of the Immortal family's atmosphere.

Roland also didn't know that the "Qishui Palace" he saw was real.

He thought that he had fallen into the old monster's secret control technique, and that he had glimpsed the scenes he cared about deep down, causing a wave of mental pollution.

The dream storm is based on real memories. Once you cannot distinguish between reality and illusion, and you sink for a long time, you will be assimilated by strong emotions.

Eventually it becomes part of those memories.

However, Roland has experience in controlling the Eternal Dream Glazed Realm, has transformed tens of thousands of dream servants, and has an almost instinctive ability to distinguish between reality and illusion.

He always sticks to his heart.

Instead, through these extremely real memories, he understands the enemy he is fighting against at this time.

Those memories that I will never forget or want to forget even after hundreds of reincarnations, contain too much information and too many secrets.

There must be flaws in the enemy's own, hidden in those growth experiences, which I captured!

With such confidence, Roland did not panic even if he could not escape control for the time being.

"It turns out that the eternal night realm that covers the entire Bianliang is a reflection of the despair in her heart..."

From a first-person perspective, after experiencing the vast memories of the owner of Qishui Palace, Roland gradually understood why he had reached this point.

That was a generation of genius who spied on the existence of destiny and joined the war to protect Kyushu.

"He" received a lot of resources to grow and met many comrades.

Later, he also trained many disciples.

They once resisted the invasion of the demon clan in the small world, built a magnificent Xianjia fortress, and became the first line of defense of Kyushu.

The enemy is overwhelming, but the support from behind is getting less and less.

Because they protected the human race behind them so well, there were more and more people fighting for power, and the princes came together to restrain each other, and they forgot about the difficulties on the front line.

In the wind and snow, one after another practitioners exploded their bodies and souls, and perished with the demon.

Just so that the fortress can hold on until the next batch of support arrives.

But support never came.

Due to the long-term overload of the formation and the lack of necessary replacement consumables, the mysterious energy core provided by the fortress suffered permanent damage that could not be repaired.

It was only a matter of time before the fortress fell.

The commander on the front line finally gave the order to pool resources and save young practitioners under the age of [-] to return to the rear.

Other elders rushed out of Kyushu and directly destroyed the connection with those small worlds.

"It has to be safe for them to leave."

"They want to go back to put order in order, integrate the human race, and then fight the monsters."

"Take away all the resources that can be taken away, and prepare enough magic weapons, spiritual stones, villages, and spells for them..."

There are many casualties every day.

But the cultivators who were still alive all persisted in their work and kept the fortress running as much as possible.

The last young people have boarded the retreating Yunzhou, and the immortal leaders of the major workshops are still fulfilling their missions.

Even if you have no chance to use the refined magic weapons and copied spells.

But they are still working, holding on in the empty fortress where the number of people is less than one-tenth of the number at its peak.

Roland also didn't know what kind of state of mind the best practitioners had, who did not leave their posts until the second before death.

He regretted not seeing their final shine.

Because the owner of Qishui Palace is also a young genius who is qualified to go to Yunzhou, he returned to Kyushu safely.

Then the disputes between the princes will end and the rule of the world will come.

But after only two generations, he was disturbed by destiny...

I don’t know how many years have passed, or in a new life, the owner of Qishui Palace assisted an emperor.

That emperor broke with the clan, dug canals, and went on expeditions against foreigners.

He has great ambitions, but his steps are too hasty.

He failed.

The victor slanders his reputation.

The master of Qishui Palace looked at all this in confusion and tried to explain it to him.