Chapter 765 Ten Years of Cause, Hundred Years of Results

When this sentence came out, Mi Ziyu seemed to put down the heavy burden and loosened all over. His face was old in an instant, and even his hair turned gray at this moment. His mental strength was so depleted that he couldn't rest and supplement for a long time. With a break, he couldn't even control the changes in his body.

"Master--" The Twelve Saints behind him couldn't help but be shocked to see him suddenly grow old.

Mi Ziyu waved his hand, his heart was extremely happy, and he couldn't help laughing.

He took the Wu knife, killed Xia Kun, killed the son, the witch, fought Shaoqiu, fell into the emperor Yao, chased the son, retreated from the witch gate, broke through the imperial hill city, and ranked the supreme in the world. But what happened in the end? Isn't it for this girl who has been in love all her life?

Even with this drop of spiritual water, you can become the god of the world in the blink of an eye. From then on, you will be invincible in the world, control everything and change the world, but so what? Even if he lives forever, without this girl, what else is the taste of this life of these tens of millions of years?

Countless times of birth and death, even in the situation of nine deaths, he has never integrated this drop of spiritual water with himself. What he is waiting for is such a moment!

"I would like to be a mortal, stay with you for the rest of my life and die together..." With tears in Ziyu's eyes, he gently stroked the girl's white and soft cheeks, "Son, wake up!"

As if sensing his call, Ai Sang's eyelashes blinked gently and slowly opened his eyes in the violent heartbeat of Ziyu...

Mi Ziyu's body trembled, he could hardly stand, and muttered, "Son..."

Aisang looked at him in surprise, and looked around, the clouds, the mountains, the five cities under his feet, and the dark crowd...

"I... I'm in the imperial hill... heavenly disaster..." At the moment before Ai Sang's mind poured into death, they stood on the high platform built by the Kua fathers, with endless sky above their heads, and the falling sun and flames like meteors.

Shaoqiu was seriously injured. They hugged each other. His body was so hot...

Then Bai Miao was killed by Mi Ziyu. At the moment before she died, she hugged him and cried.

Bai Miao said, "Aissan, you finally hugged me!"

Bai Miao said, "Aisan... I... I'll tell you a secret."

Then a large group of horrible pictures poured into his brain with his fingers. The scene of assassinating Wu Xie when he first entered the wilderness, the shocking dialogue between Ziyu and Wu Xie, and the Chongtian Volcano in the direction of Kongsang Island...

At this time, the ferocious-faced Mi Ziyu sent out the hammer of Vu and a spiritual storm, and the terrible flame bombarded them...

"You are... Ming Yu..." Ai Sang looked at the man in front of him. His face was loose, his white hair was rusty, and he looked more and more ferocious.

"Yes...it's me..." Ziyu was so happy that his voice stammered. He stroked Ai Sang's cheek with one hand, but he was reluctant to let go.

Ai Sang's eyes suddenly flashed a touch of deep pain. The horrible scene in his brain turned over and over, the collapse of Kongsang Island, the tragic situation of parents and brothers struggling in the sea of fire, the pain of the five hundred people's bones, and the regret caused by misunderstanding Shaoqiu...

She stared at the strange man in front of her, and she could faintly see what he looked like as a teenager. She slowly stretched out her hand, her voice trembled, and muttered, "Tell me, Kongsang Island... Chiyou's blood robbery array, is it really your game?"

Ziyu was stunned, and his whole body was like falling into an ice cave, and he immediately stiffened. He looked at her with a crying smile and nodded slowly: "It's me..."

"No--" Ai Sang shouted, stabbed out his outstretched palm like a knife, and inserted Mi Ziyu's chest!

After the forging of her body by the soul of spiritual water, her body was full of water elements, and her palms were like ice knives. Not to mention that Ziyu was seriously injured at this time, even if she had never been injured, it was difficult to resist this palm unexpectedly. The palm of the hand penetrates the chest and penetrates into the heart.

Mi Ziyu lowered his head, looked at Hao's wrist that fell into his chest, and suddenly showed a wry smile. Ai Sen was also stunned, slowly pulled out his palm, and stared at the bloody five fingers, which was unbelievable. Yao Chonghua and others on the square below only saw the back of Mi Ziyu and couldn't see what had happened, but the twelve saints above could see clearly. At the same time, they shouted angrily and flew over.

"Sit--" Ziyu raised his hand and shouted, and the saints stood stiffly in mid-air and were at a loss.

He covered his chest with one hand, and the power of the fire element in his body could no longer be suppressed. It was not blood but flame that flowed out of the wound. He looked down, but a smile appeared on his face and looked at Assan happily: "You are really resurrected! Look, now your magic power is also very strong. I'm afraid you have the realm of the three disasters of water elements. Sonny, you don't have to be afraid in the future. Few people in the wilderness can bully you.

"You..." At this time, Ai Sang saw that the scene in front of him was completely different from that of the natural disaster, as if it had been a long time ago. The hatred that drove her in her mind had been completely dispersed after this blow. Looking at Qi Ziyu's injury, she was a little at a loss, and tears oozed into her eyes: "What the hell is going on? I... Why am I in the Yanhuang Temple? You...why are you so old?"

Qi Ziyu grabbed her hand, her face was getting redder and redder, and even a faint flame burned on her skin. She said eagerly, "Don't ask, listen to me. After I died, you went to Yingshui Lutai Palace, where there were thirty-eight vortices, and there was a big secret. You walk 300 steps to the left, 150 steps to the right, and 150 steps straight at the gate of the palace to enter the vortex. It will take you to a place, and I will always be with you..."

After saying that, he pulled off the divine bone on his forehead and stuffed it in the palm of her hand, showing a trace of relief: "Take it. This is the token of opening that place..."

Ai Sang was originally a son who had no quarrel with the world. Although he was deeply enmityed by his father and brother, he was unable to do it again and again in the face of Shaoqiu, a big enemy. Now although he knows that Qi Ziyu is his real enemy, he is still worried when he is injured like this: "You... What are you talking about? Don't talk, you should heal your wounds quickly!"

My mind was extremely chaotic, and I didn't know whether I should kill him or save him.

"Don't talk, I don't have much time!" Mi Ziyu said harshly, and then his tone turned gentle again and looked at her happily, "How can I rest assured that you are left alone in this lonely wilderness!" How can I rest assured!" After saying that, he lost his voice and cried bitterly. None of his disciples had ever seen the master cry, and they couldn't help but be stunned.

"That's it, that's it," Mi Ziyu suddenly raised his finger with difficulty and put it against her forehead. "I'll give you all the memories of my life!" Although I am only 24 years old, I have been defeated by countless heroes and masters in the past seven years. Only I lie to people, and no one lies to me. I just hope... I just hope you can protect yourself!"

Ai Sang only felt that countless spiritual storms poured into his brain and turned into a vivid scene. From his birth, growth, the carefree years on Kongsang Island, at the age of 13, he dug out a tunnel to eavesdrop on the conversation between Wu Xie and Ai Rongwei, his resentment and love for Shaoqiu, and his bitter love... until these three or four years. Come to the wilderness to find the soul of spiritual water to resurrect himself. Even if his soul is about to disintegrate at this time, he is unwilling to use the only drop of spiritual water into her body without hesitation...

"Ming Yu..." Ai Sang saw Mi Ziyu's life in an instant. Suddenly, she had a bursting pain. It turned out that this man loved himself so deeply!

Goziyu smiled gently and suddenly shouted at the Twelve Saints, "After I die, no one is allowed to take revenge on her!" When I die, you can't maintain the gate. In seven days, someone will come from the west, and he will lead you to reorganize the gate.

After saying that, he looked up to the sky and laughed and sang loudly:

"Kangyang Song, hit Yang Song, look up and see what I am.

Moscopic moon mirror in the West Sea, sun beads in the East China Sea.

With a long roar, please listen to my song.

You don't see that the world will be opened before the age of 30,000, and your eyes will turn into mud.

When the wilderness is not yet open, the ants gather in their nests and mourn.

As soon as the master dies, he may be a hungry eagle.

What's more, the eastern sky is not white, not the sound of chickens and flies.

It goes like a scorpion in the morning and evening, and it is parasitic in the worm mirror.

The rhinoceros canal is like an arc of human food, and ancient heroes bury dust..."

Before the long song was finished, the body suddenly burst into a bright flame and fell into the blazing fire from head to toe.

"Ming Yu--" Ai Sang screamed and reached out to grab it, but Mi Ziyu gently brushed her hand, and her body fell back and rolled down from the dozens of feet high steps of the Yanhuang Temple.

Yao Chonghua and others screamed in unison, and saw the flame rolling down, like a meteor suddenly in the sky, chasing a white figure behind and flying to the flame. The girl chased halfway, jumped up the steps, and put her hands into the flame. However, the flame was empty, and Mi Ziyu's body had turned into flying ashes. Only a knife-shaped shadow escaped from the ashes and quietly returned to Yao Chonghua's body...

The girl held a flame that was about to be extinguished in her hand and cried sadly...