Way of Choices

A giant umbrella made of swords covered the sky of Zhou Yuan, blocked the falling fire from the sky, and supported the space debris that would fall. The sky debris that was falling should have no weight, but attached On the invisible umbrella surface, it gave birth to seemingly infinite weight. With only a crackling sound, Chen Changsheng's feet were deeply sunk into the hard rock, countless fine cracks appeared on the edge, and his pants instantly became countless pieces.

The next moment, his body shook violently, and the unimaginable weight and pressure of the sky were directly transmitted to him through Wan Jian. Every bone in his body seemed to be squeaking and might break at any time.

The horrible cracking sound continued, his feet continued to break through the hard rock, he could no longer support it, he knelt down once his left knee was soft, his knee fell heavily on the rock, smashing countless gravel and smoke .

I only heard a thunderous thunderous muffled sound beneath, smoke rising, gradually covering the nearby grassland and the white grass path that had long been gone, the entire mausoleum began to shake, and then Sinked a few feet in a very short time!

This is the weight of the sky.

Chen Changsheng knelt on one knee at the top of the mausoleum. Under the sky, his face became paler and his expression became more and more painful. His body after bathing in the blood of the real dragon can be said to be as strong as steel, even the peacock feathers of Nanke. There is no way to break through his external defense, but under this pure and terrifying weight, even if his body is real steel, it seems to have to be crushed into iron pieces.

Fortunately, after all, it is not the real sky, but the sky fragments that were torn by the energy storm. Although it was extremely painful, it was almost shattered by the spirit that was directly crushed, but he finally supported it, and his body gradually stopped shaking.

The eleven stone pillars around the mausoleum have also really calmed down, and there is a certain breath flowing between the black stone monuments. If it weren't for the black stone left by Wang Zhicai, neither he nor Xu Yourong, nor the human practitioners and monsters in Zhou Yuan would be like this now, at least they still have a ray of vitality.

He knelt at the highest point of the mausoleum, holding a yellow paper umbrella in his left hand, and holding a dagger inserted into the rock in his right hand. He raised his head extremely hard and looked away, hoping that the line of vitality had arrived.

The broken sky was very gloomy at this time, covered by countless sword shadows, the world of Zhou Yuan was even darker, the collapse of heaven and earth temporarily stopped, the hurricane on the grassland was still dancing wildly, you can see that many monsters have rushed At the edge of the grassland, you can also see the burning gardens in the distance. There is a faint breath that is moving away at a high speed. Has anyone left?

Then, his eyes fell through the dancing sand and fell into the distance, and vaguely saw that the Peng bird had grabbed the girl and had flew out of the grassland and disappeared into the mountains on the horizon.

You have to live, to live well.

He thought silently in his heart.

Zhou Yuan’s door may have been opened. The people who participated in the trial are leaving. Those monsters may also escape to the sky, but he cannot leave. Once he receives the Wan Jian, the sky will fall down directly. He and Zhou Yuan crushed into smoke.

The hurricane was still raging on the grassland. His knees were deep in the rock at the highest point of the mausoleum, his head was wearily lowered, and he felt his situation was just like the famous tragic hero in the myth of the state religion.

The hero on the steep mountain road who exhausted his whole body against the falling boulder will be crushed to death if he relaxes a little. He can only be killed in the night and never end his life with the boulder During the confrontation.

Chen Changsheng never thought he would enter such a desperate situation. He did not want to be a tragic hero, nor did he have the idea of ​​giving up justice, he was not that great. It's just that he wants to live, and he hopes many people live.

For example, those he knows, those who care.

Fold the sleeves, if you are still alive, then alive, seven rooms, you should also be alive, and the Xiuling girl who has just disappeared in the mountains and has a beautiful name with her own name... Be alive.

What should he do next? He told Xu Yourong just now that he would do what he wanted to do, and actually he didn’t know what to do with these three words, but he also really wanted to see if the changes he was waiting for would appear.

The reason why the famous tragic hero in the mythology of the Chinese religion finally exhausted his life and life in the confrontation with that rock until despair turned into a stone carving is because there was no one to help him during those long years. The reason why no one is willing to help him, because he was very proud, never willing to help those humble people.

Although Chen Changsheng often makes people speechless, no one will think that he is proud, self-confidence and pride are never synonymous, and he has always been willing to help others, such as those human practitioners who are running away from Zhou Yuan at this time .

Those who have won the Tao will help more.

Major figures of the state religion like Bishop Meilisha, as well as strong men such as Zhu Luo, who are independent in the next month, are outside the gate of Zhou Yuan. As long as he persists for a while, these people will definitely come to rescue him.

This is what Chen Changsheng thought.

But, when will it last? How long will it last?

The horrible weight of the sky made his body painless. As time passed, the umbrella he held in his right hand became heavier and heavier, until his arm gradually lost its sensation, as if it was abandoned.

I don't know how long it has passed. The black dragon sounded in the short sword inserted in the stone at the top of the mausoleum: "Are you... are you okay?"

Chen Changsheng lowered his head and asked, "Are you all right?"

He is more concerned about how it is now. In order to fight against that golden-winged Dapeng, the black dragon's soul awakened from the lake outside the Yufu, and then entered the short sword, after which there was no time for any communication.

Black Dragon was silent for a while and said, "It's okay."

Chen Changsheng said: "I'm okay, I can...support me for a while."

Heilong said: "I can understand that this is the so-called pun in your human language, but you know that this skill or complexity is really pitiful and uncomfortable compared to the Dragon language."

Chen Changsheng said tiredly: "Can you say something else?"

Heilong said: "Well, there is something you don't seem to know yet. I want to tell you not..."

Chen Changsheng said: "It doesn't matter anymore."

Black Dragon's voice became a little cautious: "You... won't you die?"

"No." Chen Changsheng answered without thinking.

Black Dragon was silent for a long time, and said, "It seems that you are really dying."

Chen Changsheng felt helpless and said, "Why do you say that? I said I would not die."

Heilong said: "You just answered too quickly...I didn't take it seriously."

Chen Changsheng was too lazy to care about it again, and vaguely felt something was wrong. The Black Dragon speaks human language, which does not surprise him, but why its voice is so naive and delicate, like a woman...

He didn't ask, because he was really tired at this time, very tired, very painful, almost...can't hold it anymore.

This is the weight of the sky. How long can a mortal last?

He didn't sweat, but he felt that all the muscles in his body had been torn and he was about to take off. His consciousness has become a little trance, the true element has been exhausted, and even his vision has become blurred.

Wan Jian was silent, he was silent, and even entered a state of forgetting everything, forgetting all things.

I don't know how long it has passed. The roaring wind gradually weakened, the pressure caused by the violent energy turbulence gradually disappeared, the weight from the yellow paper umbrella gradually disappeared, and the world became quiet.

Chen Changsheng opened his eyes, exhausted to the extreme, and looked around.

Just then, a piece of snow fell and fell on the umbrella of the yellow paper umbrella. Such a soft piece of snow made his wrist sore, almost unable to hold the handle of the umbrella, Zhou Yuan... Snow fell?

No.

This is not Zhou Garden, this is a snowy field.

He looked into the distance and saw a male city faintly hidden in the shadow of the sky.

Where is it? He was at a loss, not knowing what happened. Shocked and exhausted, he was unable to move, still maintaining his previous posture-he was kneeling in the snowfield on one knee, holding a dagger in his left hand and a yellow paper umbrella in his right hand.

The sky here is not cracking, the snowfield is quiet and beautiful, he is of course ridiculous.

The sound of footsteps sounded, and a man walked to his side, grunted, and said, "There is a sword."

Then the man reached out and took the yellow paper umbrella from Chen Changsheng.

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(Zhou Yuan’s plot is officially ended. Of course, there are still many aftermaths. The interesting things you all want are behind. I like the plot in Zhou Yuan very much. It was confirmed in advance when the outline was set last year. I The writing is very serious and hard, but when the Zhouyuan plot is interrupted, I started to imagine this chapter in advance. What I want is the last picture. I have studied this scene with my friends in reality many times. I have acted like Chen Changsheng half kneeling on the snowy field to send an umbrella, and I have acted as if I was forcing someone to fetch an umbrella. In short, this picture is the purpose of writing. I write novels and write stories, always for countless beautiful pictures, such as When the spring breeze pavilion in the night, when the brothers and sisters debuted, there was also a cry, and so on, the so-called killing does not change, that is me, I hope everyone can like it. The Golden Keyboard Award is selected at the end of the month, please vote for a free ticket. Thank you very much.

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