Chapter 241 `Doomsday` stolen

The dry tears can't shake the past Zeng's eyes. The gorgeous shadow stands in front of the glacier with an exquisite posture. Maybe this is a lifetime of looking back or waiting, making the delicate figure swirl in the cold airflow, and the cold devil's kiss constantly kiss the fireworks that originally did not belong to the world. The snow-like face, the traces of the years left on the cheeks, the hatred in the eyes, with a trace of shallow wounds and a few tears in the hot eyes, looking at the shadow in the glacier, I couldn't help hanging a faint shallow wound in my heart, and a rainbow-like light flowed through a faint red like a stream in the sky. Dizzy, the sky has become brighter as a result.

When will this forgotten story be a real memory? Where is the end of the sad grief? No one knows the traces of the shadow left here. There are no traces of wind and moon candles. No one can understand her origin. No one knows where the shadow is staying at this moment, or The beginning of a new life waiting.

After dozens of years, the original weak teenager gradually fell silent at this moment, and the memory of staying in the sect still stayed at the moment when he joined the sect, giving people a feeling of flowing years. The spring breeze bathed in, the wonderful time in a stone room kept flowing, and a figure walked out of the hole of time and space. Come on, the majestic feeling kept showing, and the breeze like spring gave people a refreshing feeling. The two sword eyebrows kept twisting in their hearts as if their hearts were full of agility, with the melancholy whirlpool, silent temperament, and the wind-like gentle flowing feeling, which attracted the eyes of the world.

"Who is he? He is so handsome. Do you know him?"

When Wentian walked into the Jiujian sect with that sad and melancholy temperament, the female disciples of the sect who originally paid attention to heart cultivation did not expect to make mistakes again and again at this time, just because there was a trace of melancholy beauty that made them jealous in the masculine beauty, and the patent that only belonged to them was asking the sky at this time. Their bodies are constantly shining with a dazzling aura that originally belonged to them. I don't know whether the anger in their hearts should be hated or loved?

"Don't look, he was the closed teenager who asked the sky ten years ago. I didn't expect that he would come out now. This is the unfaithful man who once let Sister Piaoxue fall into the tomb of the glacier. The legendary Sleeping Beauty in the sect is Sister Piaoxue."

"Then how do you know?"

Those female disciples were stunned when they looked at this speech. What is the situation that is completely beyond their imagination? I don't know that this seemingly ordinary female disciple is so amazing. Is there a whole mystery in it? A trace of green smoke kept hovering on the bodies of these female disciples, which not only attracted the disciples who had passed through the sect, but also gave the secret that should not have been passed on floating at the mouth of the mountain gate at this time. The woman in simple and simple clothes spread a trace with her clear and transparent eyes. The smell of conspiracy, the delicate rosy lips with a curved arc, looked at the sky that stayed on the stairs at this time with a smiling face. The noisy noise and silky ** rendered a lively atmosphere. The figure that drowned in the crowd and couldn't wait for the sky to lose its appearance at this time.

Wentian slowly turned around and looked for the woman who made him feel a little heartbroken in the noisy figure. The "snow" in that words made him feel again that the long-lost voice was so familiar, so similar, and a feeling of acquaintance spread in his heart. The feeling that can't be described in words really can't be described in any words. With that trace of shallow sadness, he kept searching in the crowd with melancholy eyes. For a long time, the eyes that had been full of expectation turned back helplessly at this time and continued to step up the steps.

"Boom... Boom..."

The sound brought by each step is like thundering the stone steps under the feet, and the rolled up dust is like a glow to hold up the sky and walk to the sect room.

"Come in and ask God, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

When Wentian slowly walked to the patriarch Chen Zhenzi's room, his sword eyebrows raised like a sharp sword and looked at the room for a long time. A trace of delicate words interrupted the original hesitant questioning, as if the resentment in his heart was like a volcano spewing constantly, walking in with a trace of indifference. Chen Zhenzi's room, just stepped into the dark room, and the impassable magic of Wentian kept drifting around him. This situation seemed to be deliberately set up by Chen Zhenzi, which did not surprise Chen Zhenzi sitting in **.

"Here you are"

The old words slowly spit out from the mouth of the patriarch Zhenzi, and then the bloated eyes were like a dazzling halo at the moment they opened, giving Wen Tian an invisible pressure. Looking at the old figure in front of him with a trace of grief, he never thought that he manipulated his fate. All this was really confused and helpless about the answers he had received in the past decade.

"You know I'm the end, why do you still help me? You are a strong man who came out in the dark. Why did you let me get that pair of 'one soul and one soul'? Ni Mingming knew me, why did he do this? My master."

Wentian keeps dancing the tense melody in his heart with sadness and sadness, and a trace of magic constantly flows to oppress Chen Zhenzi, who has no breath. That kind of narration is constantly surging, stirring the dusk of heaven and earth like the wind. The breath of the holy angel on Wentian's body and his teeth and claws will move the war. The breath of the demon god of desire constantly waved the most dazzling light during the alternating white night at this time, and the two breaths are like the aura of the two divine realms, rendering the most dazzling time of the past. Now everything is just a sad memory.

"Child, this is your destiny"

The word "fate" kept hovering in Wentian's mind and giving all the answers. Wentian slowly staggered out of the door with a burst of laughter. The unexplained tone, the heavenly way is not complaining, and everything is too sad. When can the lonely breath get rid of the breath that only belongs to him? Bondage, becoming a demon in the heart, demon is also reborn, the sky is angry and people are resentful, the beginning of the loss of becoming a demon, the origin and death, born with fate, the god is also the devil, the devil is not the god, the reincarnation of heaven, the demon is the rebirth.

Zouther Chen Zhenzi looked at the handsome teenager coming out of the dark step by step. The magic began to flow all over his body during the day to watch this scene. His eyebrows frowned more tightly, and his eyebrows, which were not wrinkled, were now more helpless. Here, a rainbow-like news floated through his heart. When he quietly grasped the breath, a message that stunned him recalled in his brain.

"Magic desire for the world, love can be open-minded, heaven and people resent, and allow the world to live"

A trace of the surge of heaven, and the expression of emotions is only for the people. When Chen Zhenzi understood this truth, he suddenly screamed:

"Ask God, don't go back"

The old voice kept echoing in the Nine Sword Sect, with a trace of eager voice that rippled from far to near. When the disciples of the sect were confused about this sentence, a figure that looked like the suzerain flew over rapidly. When the figure continued to become clearer, the man With a noble face, old face, and gorgeous appearance, under the powerful airflow, they looked down on them like a high god. Only then did they understand that their sect was not the worst, and the pressure of the suzerain gave them a strong feeling that had not been reflected in the sect meeting.

"Did you see which direction the sky is going?"

The man's harsh words interrupted their fantasies. The fantasy above other sects woke up from the dream and looked at the suzerain with a pale expression and said weakly:

"That... That... Ask the sky to fly to the dark place"

After saying that, the sect disciples looked at the patriarch's sloppy head and slowly took them back. They looked at the sudden sweet dew that was about to rise like a volcanic eruption and extinguished the heat, leaving only a more old face with a sigh of sigh. The suzerain looked at the sky from afar, and who could understand the helplessness?

"Magic?"

A pale and dry hand slowly took out a rotten sword, and a trace of the breath of the road kept rushing up like waves, and the red blood on the whole body outlined two golden words 'the end of the day'. Why is the sword here at this time, dark and still Is it dark? Who can control the reincarnation of heaven and who is the strongest?

Time is like the charm of love, and the unswayed posture that can't drag the message of time, leaving a trace of memory. After kissing the trace with his heart, he found that he had quietly passed away. Wentian stood on the edge of the dark place and looked at the person in his heart and couldn't find the feeling of returning to his mother's embrace. I felt that the anger and enthusiasm in my heart was constantly drifting. At this time, the originally delicate and noble face became extremely majestic, and his whole body was surrounded by magic, as powerful as the next world of a demon god. A figure quickly crossed the dark place, came to his original place - the magic monument, and looked at some The trivial stone as usual scene At this time, only an ordinary sword has disappeared, and what is missing is the sword and the faint memory.

Will the devil also have feelings for the shallowly hurt memory? If the devil is also affectionate, is it right or wrong for Chen Zhenzi to steal the sky and change the day?

(Write here, everyone will think why am I so talkative, right? There are still many doubts in the article. Why are there several obvious things that are wrong, right? There are many that haven't been written, right? Well, this is the plot concept and foreshadowing that I have thought of in advance. Many places are metaphors. In the future, the text * will answer them one by one. I hope you can support me. Thank you!)