After the Full-Level Boss is Reborn - Chapter 174

When Huaibo woke up, his body was weak and his mind was blank.

She seemed to be lying on an isolated island, the sky was dark and gloomy, and the torrent of torrents rolled by her side.

“Here…?” Huaibo propped up his feeble body, frowned lightly, and his voice was inaudible.

Fighting with those two demon heads for several days, the true energy in the body was empty, the pain inside the Dan Palace was extremely painful, and the mind became dull. It took a long time to remember the moment when Peiyu disappeared.

She has to find Peiyu.

“This is Xishan.” A weak voice came from behind her.

Huaibo turned his head, and a white peacock that was a hundred times smaller in size was lying on the side of the rock, describing it as sullen.

“Yinping?” Huaibo felt cold, “Aren’t you in Gushan?”

Yinping whispered: “You leave, I don’t want to stay there anymore.”

Huaibo breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it wasn’t something that had happened to Gushan. She turned her head, there were muddy rivers all around, as if the world was flooded, “You said this is a mountain?”

Yinping: “On the top of Xishan Peak, the Dongting is flooded with water.”

Huaibo swayed slightly, leaning against Lao Song behind him, closed his eyes, and couldn’t bear to look at the devastated world.

Once the hero drew his sword, it was another ten years of life.

She desperately dragged down the two Great Transformation Demons in the Land of Every Demon, but nothing could be changed in the end.

“Peiyu.” A tear slipped from the corner of his eyes.

Yinping said: “She is the owner approved by the Samsara Mirror, and nothing will happen.”

Huaibo held her head, and the situation of the girl disappearing into the black fog resurfaced again, causing her to have a splitting headache, “No, the devil is with her, I want to find her.”

“Looking for?” Yinping asked, “How do you find her in the countercurrent time, besides…”

“Besides what?”

Yinping hesitated for a moment, “You have been here for more than half a month.”

The blood on Huaibo’s face suddenly faded, “So long?”

Yinping’s tone was not very good, “With Yuan Ying’s cultivation base, I went to fight the two gods and monsters, and still wanted to stop the ten thousand demons. It is a blessing not to die.” She said, her voice softened again, it seemed a little bit. Hesitated, “During this period, I heard the birds say that Gushan has already…”

Before the sound fell, a sword of light rose from the ground, passing through the gloomy clouds, like a meteor.

Yinping wanted to stop her, fluttered her wings, flew not high, and fell again, the blood-stained silver feathers covering the rocks.

At the edge of the endless torrent, a ray of white light appeared, and Yinping blinked, almost thinking that he was dazzled.

The giant tree was rushed by the flood. A fat bamboo rat hugged the driftwood tightly. After seeing the silver screen, she waved in excitement. When she was washed by the water, she was unstable, and she was about to fall into the water quickly.

Silver light flashed, Yinping hugged her and jumped to the top of Xishan Peak.

Xiaobai hugged Yinping’s hand with his backhand, “I finally caught you!”

Yinping frowned, “What are you doing?”

Xiaobai: “I’m here to see you. If you send so much water, your feathers won’t look good when they are wet.”

Silver screen: “…”

Xiao Bai murmured, “Zhao Jian grabbed me that day and didn’t allow me to chase you. I finally escaped from Gushan and headed north, finally I found you!”

Something went wrong, this bamboo rat foolishly blessed, and escaped Gushan’s life and death catastrophe.

Yinping breathed a sigh of relief, leaning all over the stone, listening to her babbling, only felt that the wound hurts more.

Xiaobai talked about the hardships for a long time, only to find that Yinping did not say anything. He raised his head and saw the girl’s face pale, with cold sweat on her forehead, and tears in her eyes. She lightly tugged at the corner of her sleeve, “You, what’s the matter with you? ?”

Yinping didn’t speak, and cast his eyes on the boundless Arakawa, looking at the devastated world.

The world was submerged, and occasionally bones drifted past my eyes, and the torrent rolled away into the unknown future.

Clouds over my head were heavy, blocking the sky.

No one knows how long this darkness will continue, and no one knows whether the sun will rise again.

The mountains are continuous, hidden in cascading clouds. The stone steps made of bluestone are covered with moss, winding upward, hidden in a lush green color.

When Huaibo stepped on the soft soil of the lonely mountain, he keenly noticed the abnormality. The lone mountain is still dusty, the fresh air floats in the mountains, the green trees are rustling, and a few fluffy birds are tweeting and calling–

What’s wrong?

The maple forest in front of him was like a fire, radiant and radiant, as if it was about to burn the universe.

Huaibo bent down and picked up a maple leaf, and suddenly realized that three hundred years ago, this place was just a clearing. The brothers and sisters planted small trees all over the mountains with her, so the dazzling effort became this piece of always open. The defeated Fenglin.

It was difficult for her to feel this way when she was in Gushan. The young tree sprouts, every inch of it grows tall, pulling out the twigs in a spring rain, time passes silently, she stays in it, she can’t notice the passing of time, just feel that everything is a natural thing.

Together with her senior brother and sister, she became the six peak masters of Gushan, fighting and playing cards daily and making fun of senior brother Ding.

In a blink of an eye, three hundred years have passed.

Lancaster grows on the empty mountain, and the mist is blowing in the wind, and the foothills seem to be covered with a layer of fine yarn.

The surroundings were quiet, until the branches broke, and the sound of the maple leaves falling away was clearly audible.

With every step Huaibo took, a sharp pain came from Dan Mansion. Forcibly using the sword and costing real yuan, her injuries became even more serious.

But compared to just enduring the severe pain, the Yujian flew back to Gushan, but at this time she walked very slowly, with hesitating timidity and melancholy in her expression.

No fighting, no blood, every mountain peak, every green leaf, if washed by drizzle, is extremely clean.

She seemed to go back to the past. After a new rain in the empty mountains, the air was fresh and the cordyceps screamed, but she was missing the figure of the teenagers playing by the stream.

Huaibo finally walked up to Feiyu Peak. She raised her hand and placed it on the door, her hand trembling slightly, and a few pieces of floating dust fell down.

She closed her eyes, put her head on the door, imagined many assumptions, and finally tightened her lips and pushed the door open with both hands.

The sun shines into the dim Taoist palace, and the floating dust swims in the air.

Huaibo stood at the door, carrying light on his back, his eyes widened suddenly, his face pale for a moment, and tears fell like broken beads.

In the deepest part of the hall, the young man leaned on the white jade seat, his head supported by his hands, his eyes closed slightly, as if he was closing his eyes and resting.

As usual.

It’s just that there is no more interest.

In the days after Wenjun left, Huaibo always saw Ning Xiao sitting in Danxia Palace like this, looking tired and pale.

It seems to be a big tree, standing on top of the wind and rain for a long time, and finally reached the time when it was overwhelming and dying.

With weak knees, Huaibo knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face, “Brother…”

She fell to the ground crying, holding the cold Cranecloak in her hand, “Pay attention to me, brother, just like Xiaobai, don’t leave Xiaobai alone…”

After three hundred years, she felt this piercing pain again.

“Xiaobai was wrong… shouldn’t leave Gushan, shouldn’t hurt the brother’s heart, would you like to beat me when you wake up?”

There was confusion in her mind, and some incoherent words appeared, tears blurred her vision, and the quiet and sleeping youth seemed very close to her, but also very far away.

How could the person who left be a senior?

Obviously she is ready to sacrifice herself… But why is the senior brother here?

The huge palace was extremely cold and silent, with only heartbreaking crying.

Huaibo knelt on the ground, as if returning to three hundred years ago, she was standing in the tomb with three dead bodies in front of her.

Why is this always the case in this life?

Practice and practice sword day after day, but still can’t protect the things that you want to protect, and can’t save the people you want to save.

A cold hand stroked the top of her head.

Huaibo raised his head abruptly, and said in a trembling voice, “Brother?”

“Ning Xiao” opened his eyes, sighed lightly, and raised his hand to wipe away the tears for her. When Huaibo was unsteady, his palm suddenly turned into a sharp blade and cut off her throat.

Huaibo slid back, shedding out of the cloud, gritted his teeth and said, “Succubus.”

The monsters that are best at changing forms.

“Ning Xiao” suddenly stretched out and turned into a huge monster, with ugly tentacles dancing in the air like a huge monster.

Huaibo drew her sword and jumped over, the icy light of the sword flashed by, and the tentacles of the sword gas were twisted into powder, and she retracted the sword into its sheath with a cold expression.

The candlelight in Danxia Palace was unburnt, and it was as dark as night.

Huaibaku stood for a long time, turned around in a dead silence, and walked slowly out.

When she reached the threshold, she was reluctant to guard, and was severely tripped to the ground. The light soft as water lit up, supporting her up.

Memories flooded like water.

The threshold of Danxia Palace is very high. When Huaibo was young, he often tripped and bleeds here.

So several other teenagers squatted outside the temple on the cold winter night, and finally figured out a way to set up this anti-fall array here. As a result, all the staff were infected with the wind and cold, and none of them were spared. The furious Taoist priest was punished to eat the food in the Liudaoyuan for March.

It was a long, long time ago, but it seemed clear again.

When she was tripped and never cried when she was young, she couldn’t cry at this moment. In the blurred vision, a teenager appeared——

It is Ningxiao, and it is also the green crane, the brighter snow, and the longer the wind.

Their faces are constantly changing, but they are always young and cheerful.

Huaibo reached out to them.

But they just turned around and walked away without looking back, gradually disappearing in the mist in the mountains, and can no longer see them.

With just a fall, Shui Yunluo fell under the steps and kept humming.

Huaibo returned to his senses and ran over to pick up the Shui Yunluo. On the opposite side was Zhao Jian’s panicked voice-“Master?!”

“it’s me.”

Zhao Jian became excited, “Master, I know you will be back!”

Huaibo’s eyes were red, “Have you run out? Are you still safe now?”

Zhao Jian and together: “We were in Qingyaling, and a monster chased after him, and the swordsman was fighting him, but—”

The clouds pierced through the clouds like cold electricity, and Huaibo’s Qingyi was blown high by the wind. She still held the water cloud snails, her hands trembling, “Where is Dao Zun?”

After a long time, Zhao Jianyi’s choked voice came from over there, “Dao Zun died in battle, no bones left.”

Huaibo’s figure shook, and blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.

Zhao Jian together: “Master, Master, don’t blame yourself, it’s not your fault, it’s not your fault!”

But there is no sound anymore.

A cold flame rises from the clouds, passing across the sky.

The cold night is bleak, the cold wind is rustling, and the vegetation is covered with a layer of white frost.

Ten thousand demons are born, a vision of heaven and earth.

Several lonely mountain disciples escorted a group of people and stopped on the highest hill. At the foot of the hill were densely packed magic soldiers.

The enchantment formed by the sword qi gleamed with silver light in the night.

As soon as Zhao Jian held the water cloud snail, his eyes flickered, like tears and light.

The woman screamed through the long night.

A few of Ling Sufeng’s disciples surrounded her, and Boss Xue was anxiously spinning around.

Luo Qiusheng walked over and looked at the dark night, “It has been five hours, it is difficult to give birth.”

Zhao Jian nodded, “Fleeing in a hurry and being frightened, this is also expected, but it is a pity that Peak Master Lingsu is not here.”

Luo Qiu laughed, and the sword light like a flame lit up in the distance, like a grand firework, “The Sword Master hasn’t come back yet.”

With Yuanying’s cultivation base, they had already guessed the ending of the battle against the God of Transformation Profound Demon and several Yuanying Heavenly Demon.

Luo Qiusheng copied his hands, as if watching fireworks, “Jian Yi, should you go first in a while?”

Zhao Jian smirked, “What do you mean? Am I that kind of person? And my master is coming, she will definitely be able to come!”

The silver light flickered, like a candle in the wind, getting darker and darker.

Luo Qiu said: “I know you will not retreat, but you still have a master and a junior sister. They are still waiting for you, so you must survive and go to the Buddhaland alive. It is not shameful to retreat. thing.”

Zhao Jian’s eyes were red, and he fisted over, hitting in the air beside Luo Qiusheng, “What **** are you talking about?”

Luo Qiusheng ignored him, and said to himself: “If you see Immortal Huaibai again, please tell her, my master has been preparing for a long time ago to train my Yuan Ying and the Lonely Mountain Great Formation together, just wait Open the formation and wipe out all the monsters that enter it. For him, that day is a mortal situation.”

“So, let her not blame herself, it’s not her fault.”

Zhao Jian said, “Master is coming soon! Tell her later!”

The enchantment shook suddenly, and the silver light fell like broken glass.

The magic soldiers rushed up like a tide.

Luo Qiusheng took out the Zihao pen, “But Jian Yi, my master is dead, and I…”

When the pen frightened the wind and thunder, the beasts jumped out of his pen, rushed towards the magic soldiers, biting in a ball.

Luo Qiusheng forcefully drives his spiritual power, and the golden core within his body circulates quickly, slowly dissolving.

Efforts flowed to his throat, his face was pale, and Zhao Jianyi’s call was faint in his ears, and it seemed that there was only the sound of Ling Ling.

This is not the wind of Gushan, even the wind of Gushan is gentle.

He has traveled the world and seen all kinds of scenery, he has also painted a young romantic, he has also been riding a slanting bridge full of red sleeves, and he has traveled in front of the Buddha in the West and kowtows, but what remains in his heart is the lonely blue mountains. And a blue sky.

The fireflies that startled in Liudaoyuan, the shining maple forest at the foot of Feiyu Peak, the juveniles read loudly, and laughed and proudly.

Who would not love Gushan?

Who would not love these bright and bright people?

So in the end they died in order to protect them, and my heart was filled with joy.

When Dao Zun left, the corners of his mouth were also smiling.

Zhao Jian shouted: “Stop! Stop! You will die, you will die like this, do you hear the sound of autumn!”

The corners of Luo Qiusheng’s eyes gradually bleed, and he said vaguely: “Please let me… serve my master.”

He missed Dao Zun very much.

Ice-cold snowflakes floated up in the sky, and the flying snow covered the sky, like silver lines, connecting the sky together.

In just a moment of effort, the group of attacking monsters turned into a stall of blood, and the hills were immediately reddened with blood.

“Master…Master…” Zhao Jian raised his head and shouted in a daze.

Huaibo appeared behind Luo Qiusheng, soft aura enveloping the golden core he was about to burn. The young man shook his body and passed out, Zhao Jian hurriedly supported him.

“Where is the sword sovereign?”

Zhao Jian together: “Over there, there is a mysterious demon and two heavenly demon, the sword energy under the sword sovereign has dissipated…”

Sword self-cultivation died, the sword energy collapsed.

Huaibo didn’t speak, and Yu Jian flew over.

As soon as it reached the sky, a faint blue flame rose from the sky, and countless silver white sword auras fell from the sky, like a mighty heavy rain.

This was a sword move that Huaibo had never seen before.

She stood in front of the faint light in a daze, stretched out her hand and touched it, blood pouring from her fingers.

Ding Fenghua walked out of the blue light, the purple dress was much darker than usual. When he saw her, he frowned unconsciously, “What are you doing back for?”

Huaibo choked, “Brother…what kind of sword is this…”

Ding Fenghua raised his lips, showing his usual meanness, “I don’t know? There are also sword moves you don’t know in this world,” he waved his hand, “I killed all the monsters here, you and your apprentice. En-en-love-love, let’s go!”

Huaibo remained motionless.

Ding Fenghua was angrily, “Why? Look down on me?” He looked at the crying girl, his voice gradually helpless, approaching begging, “Bobo, let’s go, get out of here, don’t look.” He just finished speaking, his body swayed. I wanted to support my body with Ripples, but Ripples turned into powder in an instant.

Huaibo rushed over to hold him, and slowly fell to his knees.

Ding Fenghua lay, his eyes lost, “I told you not to look…”

Huaibo couldn’t cry, “I’m all to blame, I’m too late.”

Ding Fenghua tugged at his pale lips, “Don’t blame you, don’t blame yourself.”

When he took the Fang Jianpu from Ning Xiao’s hand, he guessed that he was going to die today.

That sword move that burned all jade and stone was originally the ultimate move left by the ancestors. The fish died and the net broke, killing a thousand enemies and destroying 800.

That’s why Ning Xiao asked him whether he hated himself.

It’s really strange, he is the Gushan Sword Sovereign, their senior brother, protecting the Gushan disciples, protecting the junior sisters, isn’t he what he should do?

What’s wrong.

Even if the sword is like a god, even if it’s like this…Such cruel swordsmanship, don’t teach her.

It hurts too much.

He hated Ning Xiao’s partiality and hated it all his life, only at that moment, he suddenly rejoiced that Ning Xiao handed over the sword to himself.

“Why are you crying?” Ding Fenghua frowned, trying to wipe Huaibo’s tears, “It’s ugly to cry.”

“By the way, if there is another life,” his eyes were dizzy, “I still want to go back to Gushan.”

The hand fell, and there were crystal tears on the fingertips.

Huaibo only felt that his arms were empty, and looked down, countless fireflies floated by in front of him, flying into the endless night.

Her hand was covered with cold blood.

Huaibo stood up slowly, and returned to Gaogang without guarding his house, with no expression in his eyes, like a walking corpse.

Zhao Jianyi hurriedly came to help, and when he saw it clearly, he stayed in place, “Master…”

The woman looked dazed, and her temples had become frost in just a few short steps.

A baby crying sounded, breaking the deadly cold night.

Boss Xue was overjoyed, hugged the little child and sent it to Huaibo, “Please give me a name from Immortal Chang.”

Huaibo was called back to the world by the baby’s cry, looking at her wrinkled face, “Jane Yi, that long life lock.”

Zhao Jian quickly took it out.

Huaibo took it, and carefully and cherished the longevity lock on the baby’s neck.

She raised her head, the sky is still gloomy. Since the birth of the Ten Thousand Demons, there seems to be no daylight in the world, “Xi, her name is Xi.”

Boss Xue thanked him, and stretched out his finger to tease the baby, “Xiao Xi’er, Xiao Xi’er, Xian Chang named you and gave you a long life lock.”

The baby grabbed his fingers and chuckled, laughing like a spring breeze, blowing through the devastated world, the blood-soaked soil.

Today, the two statues of Gushan are falling, and the midnight of the world is coming.

When will dawn come? No one knows.

“Pack up,” Huaibo stood in the wind, lonely and thin, “Go to Buddha’s Land.”