Chapter 59 Broken Mirror (5)

Chapter 59 Broken Mirror (5)

Thirty-seven, thirty-eight, thirty-nine, forty, forty-one...

He followed the bloodstains left by Xie Shiyi and walked the path from the entrance to the main gate of the shrine again.

Every time I read forty-one, I will come to the end, and my eyes will face this tightly closed door.

Yan Qing's soul was half empty and half real, so his face was pale and fragile, as if he was about to disperse between heaven and earth. His pupils were dark, and he looked at the solemn bluestone gate quietly.

The Sea of Desolation is the abode of God, and the omnipresent divine aura makes his pain clear and intense even if he has no body.

When Xie Shiyi left, his white clothes were stained with blood every step of the way. Now this road is covered with his blood again.

He counted many forty-ones.Every time I recite those numbers, my heart will calm down.It seemed that this was the only way he could calm down now.

Yan Qing didn't know what Xie Shiyi was doing on the other side of the door, and didn't want to know.

The demon spoke sharply in his mind.

Yan Qing ignored her, turned around, and walked back from the door, counting his steps.Regular and orderly numbers keep him sane and undisturbed.

The demon was angry and anxious: "Yan Qing, you can't let him obtain the inheritance of Emperor Nandou, he will definitely kill you when the time comes!"

One step, two steps, three steps, four steps.

The Demon God gritted his silver teeth: "Yan Qing, don't you want to live? If you kill him, you can take over his body and get his talent. I guarantee that you will become the best in the world within a hundred years." He jumped overHe became more and more excited: "When the time comes, everyone will kneel down and surrender in front of you, so what does Xie Shiyi mean?"

Five steps, six steps, seven steps, eight steps.

The demon sneered faintly: "Yan Qing, are you reluctant to attack him?"

Nine steps.

Yan Qing stopped, his voice hoarse: "You are so noisy."

The Demon God's expression was instantly distorted, but he still calmed down and said in a soft voice: "Yan Qing, trust me, I will not harm you. Harming you will not do me any good."

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Yan Qing suddenly turned pale.

——It will do me no good at all if you die now, you can believe me!I can see it, Xie Shiyi, let me guide you!

The coagulated and scabbed heart seemed to be cracking open again.Yan Qing suddenly wanted to smile, but he couldn't raise the corners of his lips. He was tired and numb, so he said softly: "It turns out that I am also very noisy."

He looked ahead again.The changing light and shadow of the sea water divides the ruined palace from top to bottom, leaving half light and half dark at the end.The blood on the road was winding like a long snake. It belonged to him and Xie Shiyi.

He could count no more on this road.

On the peach blossom day, Xie Shiyi wanted an umbrella.

When entering the shrine from here, did Xie Shiyi want a sword?

The Demon God was driven mad by his stubbornness: "Yan Qing, are you going to wait here for him to come out and kill you? Are you so willing to humble yourself?"

Yan Qing ignored his provocation and sat on a stone in the ruins.

His hair was very long and fell to the ground. He said calmly: "What's the use of saying this. I can't get out of Cangmanhai, and I can't enter that door. What else can I do except stay here."

The Demon God was waiting for these words. Her green eyes were eager to try. She said ambiguously and seductively: "Yan Qing, now close your eyes and let go of the sea of consciousness to me. Let me control your body, and I can do it for you."Go kill Xie Shiyi."

After hearing this, Yan Qing's face instantly turned pale and she felt like vomiting.He held the black stone with trembling fingers, his internal organs surging, and he bent down, actually retching.

He retched and retched, then smiled softly.

He could clearly sense the viciousness and evil of this black mist in his body.But he couldn't shut her up, and he couldn't expel her, like a gangrene attached to the bone.

This is a malignant sore in the bone marrow.

It turns out it’s really that disgusting…

Yan Qing covered her chest, and when she looked up again, a flash of scarlet suddenly flashed across her pupils, her expression cold: "I advise you to shut up. Even if I die in Xie Shiyi's hands, I won't let you succeed." The demon suddenly became angry:"Yan Qing, you will definitely regret it in the future!"

Yan Qing ignored her and quietly raised his head, looking up at the mottled statue, letting his waist-length black hair flow over his thin and thin body.His eyes are very beautiful, with thick and long eyelashes that are curved inward and outward, like peach blossoms in spring.But now his pupils are red, numb and cold, and he has lost all his popularity.

Yan Qing's face was expressionless, and his eyes met the statue of Nandou God.

I thought inappropriately: Can the Nine Heavenly Gods and Buddhas see through people's hearts?

He doesn't want to see through Xie Shiyi now, he just wants to see through himself.Seeing through those expectations and joys that he himself was unclear about, ambiguous, and indescribable.

See through my own pretentiousness in all the romance.Hold an umbrella in the rain and listen to the bell under the eaves.It was March in Barrier City, and the city was covered with deep grass and trees in spring. He told Xie Shiyi, don't look and don't look back.

Don't look back.

In fact, you should say this to yourself.

Don't look, don't look back.

So embarrassing.

Fortunately, the gods and Buddhas of the Nine Heavens cannot see through people's hearts.

Fortunately...

Even with his ice-snow-glazed heart, Xie Shiyi still didn't notice.

The demon began to shut up and stopped talking.Yan Qing finally didn't have to count steps to isolate her voice and forced himself to stay calm.

The day the bluestone door opened, Yan Qing was still sitting on the black stone of the ruins.

Suddenly, the walls were buzzing and the entire Nandou Palace was collapsing.

In an instant, the sky collapsed and the earth collapsed, and the seawater surged against the current.The place where he sat was very dangerous, next to a huge stone pillar.

The stone pillar broke at the waist and rumbled, casting a huge shadow falling towards Yan Qing.Everything in the shrine is contaminated with divine aura, and can easily make him disappear into ashes.But Yan Qing had no way to retreat. His body was covered with old and new wounds, and he was extremely weak just after being separated from Xie Shiyi.

The wall behind them was also crumbling, and long cracks opened in the ground.In the middle of the chaos and ruins, he calmly raised his head, his pupils reflecting the chaos.

Yan Qing thought he would die here.

But no.

The moment the stone pillar fell towards him.An icy blue sword energy rolled through the vast sea water, shattering all the rocks and breaking all the dangers within an inch of him into powder!

But this sword energy also brushed against his neck, cold, cruel, and merciless, cutting a bright red blood mark on his skin.

Yan Qing sat in a daze on the black stone. The devastating collapse next to him seemed to have nothing to do with him.He turned his head and watched as the bluestone door slowly opened and Xie Shiyi walked out.In the dark hall, Xie Shiyi's robe is as red as blood, his black hair hangs down to his waist, and he holds a long sword of ice and snow in his hand.

He got the sword...

At that time, the devil must have said something to him in his mind.

But Yan Qing couldn't hear it or remember it.

He waited for Xie Shiyi to come towards him with a sword.

However, unexpectedly, Xie Shiyi didn't even look at him.His clothes swept across the road that he had counted countless times day and night, and he held his sword and walked out of the shrine.

Yan Qing didn't know where to go.He raised his hand and touched the sword mark on his neck with trembling fingertips. The wound was not deep, but Xie Shiyi's spiritual energy was cold, so the wound seemed to be covered with frost.

But no matter what, he needs to get out of the sea of chaos.

There are no bugs or aquatic plants here.The ruins on the seabed were so quiet, and it was the first time that Yan Qing felt that the world was so big and empty.Xie Shiyi did not look back and walked far away from him.

In fact, this should be the most normal distance between them.

Isn't Xie Shiyi so distant in the eyes of the world?What's more, they are not even strangers...

When the Buhui Sword broke through the edge of Cangmanhai, Yan Qing also followed and walked out.Without the divine breath, he is no longer forced, and he is just a lonely soul in the world.Floating lightly in the air, but the fog in the Cangmanhai Sea was so heavy that Yan Qing couldn't find his direction at all.

He could only follow Xie Shiyi out first.

The wind and waves were howling and surging, and Yan Qing stumbled forward uncontrollably.In panic, he grabbed a corner of the flying bloody sleeve.

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Immediately, he let go of his hand as if he was electrocuted.The sword mark on his neck was painful.

Yan Qing said nothing.

Xie Shiyi stopped in the sea of fog, as if there was a barrier in front of him.This is the vast sea, the end of the Nine Heavens. No one can cross it and no one can offend it.

Xie Shiyi rarely wears red, perhaps because he is a mysophobic and doesn't like blood and dirt.The clothes in Dengxian Pavilion are white. After getting used to it, his clothes are always stain-free and completely white.

Yan Qing raised his head and tried to see clearly what was in front of him, but the fog was too heavy.All he could capture was the thick cloud of smoke.

In the fog, he couldn't even see Xie Shiyi's face clearly.

Only Xie Shiyi's voice could be heard.Very cold and bland.

"You accompany me to kill people first, and then I will take you to find the body."

Yan Qing was stunned, his whole body was stiff. Because of this inexplicable sentence, he thought that after leaving the Cangwuhai, they would never see each other again.Now, what is Xie Shiyi talking about, helping him find a body?What is he going to do?

He wanted to ask questions, but at this time Yan Qing seemed to have lost the ability to talk to Xie Shiyi.As soon as I opened my mouth, a dense sadness and disgust filled my heart...disgust towards myself.Even if he really wanted to hear more of Xie Shiyi's voice.

He didn't reply, and Xie Shiyi didn't ask any questions.When the sky broke, the Buhui Sword in Xie Shiyi's hand dispersed the thin mist and opened the barrier across the shore.The red clothes are like clouds, walking forward.

Yan Qing followed him.Accompany him to kill people.Perhaps it was because I was too confused at the time, and many of the tragic memories were just frame by frame.

Xie Shiyi returned to Zhancheng.

The point where it all started.It is also the end point where everything ends.

The rain in Zhengcheng is always continuous, as if it fell from the fifteenth year of Jinghong to the thirty-fifth year of Jinghong.

In the fifteenth year of Jinghong, the bamboo umbrella separated the spring rain.Thirty-five years after the shock, the tip of the sword cut through the long night.When Xie Shiyi came back, it seemed that he wanted to settle all the sins he had committed.

All the mundane past was destroyed in one night and sent to the sword.

"Xie Shiyi! Are you crazy?!" Even though there had been a rift between them for a long time, the laughter and curses of the past had long ceased.But when Yan Qing watched him massacre the city, he was still frightened and angry, and he cried out in disbelief.And blood mixed with rain flowed across Xie Shiyi's cold white face.Behind him was the collapsed Xie Mansion, with all kinds of desperate screams.Xie Shiyi's hair and robes were not stained by the rain and fog. He just wiped the blood off the sword casually and said softly: "There is still one thing missing."

One more thing to go.

Yan Qing's face turned pale.

This time, Xie Shiyi took him to the Youjue Prison.The moment the sword of regret was unsheathed, the ground shook, the mountains shook, and the rain poured heavily.Amidst the deafening sound of collapse, Xie Shiyi didn't even look at its destruction. He turned around and walked towards a place that Yan Qing could never imagine.

Spring peach blossoms.

He slaughtered the Xie family and destroyed the hell. This time, he walked through the spring water and peach blossoms again.

"Xie Shiyi...what exactly are you going to do?"

Xie Shiyi walked forward step by step.Maybe it was because I saw too much blood that night, or maybe it was too rainy and foggy.The contrast of the spring water on the peach blossoms on the roadside made him feel that Xie Shiyi's eyes were also a little red.

He was cold and devoid of any emotion.

Xie Shiyi held the sword and said to him quietly: "Yan Qing, I often wonder if you are the nightmare in my body."