[Chapter 88 Nightmare]

The moonlight is bright and pours down. The breeze is wrapped in a faint haze. In the distance, there is a silver-white moonlight nearby. The sound of insects and birds are endless. Suddenly, a figure flashed, and a wisp of cold light is fleeting. In an instant, some fallen leaves on the ground slowly danced up, and then they all return to silence.

"My sword points straight to the ends of the earth, let me travel between heaven and earth, step through thousands of mountains to find thousands of rivers, and I am free from myself..."

brush brush......

The sword spirit suddenly began to fly vertically and horizontally at the moment when the fallen leaves fell, flashing vertically and flying horizontally. The tip of the sword suddenly stabbed obliquely. A perfect turn, the whole sword swaying and swam.

Standing in the moonlight, the quiet moonlight has surged like a tide, but the sword dancer is perfectly integrated into the moonlight, quiet and serene, without a trace of fluctuation, like an eternal stone statue.

He stood at his head and stood still.

The insects roared in the sky, and in the sky and underground, the moonlight suddenly surged more violently, and there was a faint light in the silver-white moonlight, but it turned out that those swords were in the moonlight.

The sword dancer suddenly opened his eyes. In his eyes, there were vicissitudes of suffering and persistence that he could not let go. I don't know why at a certain moment of sword dance, tears fell in the man's eyes. He couldn't calm down for a long time. The sword spirit was still like a rainbow. The light swordsmanship, flying between the dance It is like flying catkins and shaking like a light flame.

Maybe the long years are like an endless river, but everyone has their own flat boat living ships in it. No one can understand the endless years. They can only die in constant waiting.

The swordsmanship of the sword dancer suddenly became dignified from light spirit, just like his mood, from the original light wind and clouds to a touch of solemnity...

The next morning, the sun shone high, and suddenly a loud noise resounded ten miles...

" Stop..." The two words came out, and the fifteenth had jumped up from the stone **. His whole body suddenly hit the rock above. Looking at his appearance, his whole body was sweating coldly, and his pupils were covered with blood.

I took a few breaths of fresh air, and then came to my senses. "It turned out to be a dream...but it's so real..."

15 finally breathed a sigh of relief and felt a little overwhelmed when he recalled the dream, because in the dream, he saw the demise of a village and the collapse of a world.

Closing his eyes, the scene like floating light was reflected in his mind. It was an ancient village. The houses in the village were staggered. There were quaint houses on the square, on the mountain and on the trees.

At that time, the whole person stood in the middle of the street and looked at the people around him who passed by in a hurry. There was a little surprise in his heart. As time went by, he did not feel anything abnormal. He just walked casually on the street and watched the people who kept passing by him, and felt a little familiar in his heart. I feel.

15 walked on the street and soon came to a huge square. The square was very large. Its ground was paved with a layer of stones. Walking on it was light and would not feel a trace of fatigue, which made 15 a little stunned.

In the middle of the square is a huge tree. The tree has thousands of branches and trunks, almost covering the whole square under its green shade. On the 15th, it looks a little stunned. Such a huge tree, I don't know how many years it has lived.

There is an altar in front of the tree. Eight candles are lit on this altar. The snow-white candle body emits a faint fluorescence. Even under the scorching sun, the faint light is still visible, but it is a little strange that there is nothing else on this altar except these eight candles. The tree turned around, and the only thing that could attract 15 was the huge stone tablet on the back of the tree. The word "Year Feng" was deeply engraved there, which made 15 eyebrows.

"Year? Nianfeng Village? Is this Nianfeng Village..." He couldn't suppress the joy in his heart. Fifteen simply reached a level of excitement. He almost shouted, but he glanced at the square and found that the people who were originally in the square fell to the ground strangely at this moment.

15 was slightly shocked and hurried up to check the situation, but was shocked to find that there was a layer of blue-purple fog on everyone's faces. Seeing that they seemed to be poisoned, and the poison in it was obviously not shallow.

A cool air swept over his heart. After checking some things around him, 15 suddenly heard a few sounds condensed in the air. The sudden sound of breaking wind also shocked 15, but he looked at the five figures coming in front of him, one of whom was a middle-aged man with a burly figure. Holding a big knife, his face is square, his face is ferocious, and his gloomy eyes are like a ferocious wolf.

15 did not speak, but looked at them with a puzzled face and clenched their fists. It seemed that as long as there was a strange movement, they would take action. However, when 15 guarded himself, the five figures also appeared. The middle-aged man like a wolf waved his hand, and the other four people quickly dispersed around, but When they arrived at the side of 15th, it passed through him like a ghost, and the whole person of 15 also rippled like a water wave.

After those people dispersed, they did nothing to fifteen, but walked to the comatose people behind him. Suddenly, there was a shadow of swords and swords. Those lying on the ground trembled violently, their hands and feet were brutally cut off, and then the blood stains all over the sky flew into a piece.

Fifteen's pupils shrank into a primitive point in an instant, and his heart couldn't help trembling. Looking at the people whose hands and feet were cut off, his heart suddenly had a violent colic.

The pain is endless, but it is more like powerless and helpless.

He wanted to stop it, but when his people jumped on those figures, they passed through strangely, so 15 could only watch the ground covered with blood and red stones. His voice was almost hoarse, but it didn't help.

I don't know why these strangers have a very familiar feeling about 15th, just like relatives.

But 15 didn't know him, but when he saw that their hands and feet were cut off, 15 felt very painful, so he kept shouting, and the heartbreaking pain almost made him faint.

Finally, he closed his eyes one moment, but he could clearly feel the passage of time. I don't know how long it took. When he opened his eyes again, he was stunned to find that a white figure appeared on the opposite side. This figure was not someone else but white snow.

Seeing Bai Xue, 15 was stunned first, and then ecstatic. Before he said the sentence "Why are you here?", he found that Bai Xue turned around but disappeared, replaced by Bai Qiong with a gloomy face.

Bai Qiong's pale face was a little strange, and there was a trace of sarcasm in her pink eyes. Fifteen was slightly stunned. It seemed that the person in front of her was not Bai Qiong, but not Bai Qiong, who was she?

15 quickly stepped forward to ask what was going on. When he came to Bai Qiong's side, he saw that Bai Qiong's face suddenly twisted up, and she had already grabbed 15 with one hand.

Seeing this, 15 instinctively pushed his right hand forward.

"Puff..."

Suddenly, 15 found something in his hand. When he came to his senses, the thing had been completely inserted into Bai Qiong's chest.

"Ah..." With a scream, 15 looked at Bai Qiong's continuous blood, but there was still that strange smile on her face. 15's eyes were about to open, and it was an illegal order in his hand.

Bai Qiong dissipated, and then saw the world of Cangshen. There was a force condensing in the sky, and then the huge power was turbulent, like a volcanic eruption, wrapping the whole world in it, and then a loud bang. Everything in the world of Cangshen was wrapped in it, a large number of virtual The air force poured in and devoured everything, including people and things, including snow.

The two words "Don't..." spewed out, but there was no sound fluctuation, and even he couldn't hear it himself. 15 was completely overwhelmed by such a strange thing.

Boom......

Another loud noise, turning back on the 15th, behind him was a village, which also began to become empty after the loud noise, and the village was the place where the previous 15th was called "Nianfeng Village".

In the village, the scene of corpses suddenly filled his mind, which made him fall into the extremely cold ice cellar, and his whole body exuded a kind of death-like silence.

"Shuk, stop..." shouted, but it didn't help. The village in front of him finally disappeared, and the world of the god behind was also destroyed at the same time.

Standing in the cave, his hand was covered with bright red blood left by hitting the stone wall of the cave. Fifteen's thoughts were confused. He couldn't calm down. Maybe this was just a dream, a dream that had never happened, but Fifteen's mood was as heavy as a boulder weighing a thousand pounds. Because those who died were like his relatives, and what happened in this dream, 15 felt the real side.

"Is this what I remember?" An idea that he did not want to accept anyway suddenly popped into his mind.

But this idea has been haunting in his heart, which is extremely real, but then 15 shook his head and muttered, "Impossible, impossible, the world of Cangshen has appeared, and I killed the white patriarch? ......White snow......”

15* kept shaking his head, and his eyes were full of confusion.