C101 Xie mu(part i)

that year, if it were the words, then it would be the same promise he made to Nameless back then, to Changmen Niepo's ancestors. He wanted to fulfill this promise and promise to Changmen Niepo today. However, even with this promise, Exemplary Immortal was still a little worried.

He really wanted to show off this promise, but in front of him … Looking at Changmen Niepo who was peacefully lying down in the sarcophagus, standing beside him, he did not even feel a single breath of his, as if he was really dead … Maybe the problem in the Exemplary Immortal, was not a problem in the heart of the brat in front of him!

"Looks like not only Nameless was right, he was right too, and Qing Ming'er, one of the Three Great Demon Kings, was right as well." Although he said it like that, the Exemplary Immortal was still worried about a problem, and this problem might not only be something that his Exemplary Immortal was worried about, it might even be something that Qing Ming would be worried about. Of course, if he could predict how quickly he would fulfill his promise, he would be worried about his own juniors.

However, even if he was worried now, it would be useless. Worry or not, as the saying goes: the arrow must be fired from the bow.

Since the arrow was already on the bow, he might as well pull the bowstring, aim at the target, and shoot it out with the momentum of a hundred steps piercing through a tree!

really did not expect that he would experience it a second time, and completely did not expect that it would happen so easily.

Darkness engulfed Changmen Niepo. To be precise, the Changmen Niepo who was wrapped in darkness was not Changmen Niepo's body, but his soul. This time, the only difference was that his soul was covered by darkness.

However, it seemed that it was this soul that was wrapped around it. Compared to the darkness from last time, it was even darker. The last time it had been dark, the night had just fallen. This time around, the night sky was completely shrouded in the darkness of the night.

At the same time, when Changmen Niepo felt that his surroundings had become completely dark, outside the Exemplary Immortal's tomb, everyone was also dumbfounded, their eyes almost popped out to look at the main tomb. That was because an unbelievable and unbelievable scene had already appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

The snow-white longsword in Exemplary Immortal's hand was already this long, and the tip of the sword had already deeply stabbed into Changmen Niepo's chest. That's right, it was deeply embedded. It was already about three to four out of ten that had been inserted. Furthermore, the place where it was inserted into the chest was exactly where the heart was located.

One moment, the next, at this very moment, many people found it hard to believe that all of this was real. The snow-white longsword had actually directly stabbed into the chest of the boy who was lying in the sarcophagus? ~ Could it be that Exemplary Immortal is going to kill that fellow here?

Obviously, this was what he subconsciously thought, but it was truly not the case. If Exemplary Immortal wanted to go to a place of death for Changmen Niepo, then she would probably be the first one to refuse. Otherwise, Qing Ming wouldn't be so indifferent right now.

The spectators naturally did not know what kind of sword the snow-white longsword was, nor did they know what relationship it had with Changmen Niepo, nor did they know the relationship between the sword and Changmen Niepo.

Forget about these spectators, even Changmen Niepo himself did not know. He didn't even know that his heart had been pierced by the snow-white sword.

This place was still dark, it was still dark, an extremely pure darkness. Light? Changmen Niepo did not know how long he had been searching for light, but even if it was just a sliver, there was nothing here. Subconsciously, Changmen Niepo who was in the darkness seemed to have a feeling, the feeling of being in a world of chaos and darkness.

"Pangu Axe?" Not knowing why, these three words suddenly appeared from the depths of Changmen Niepo's soul, "Don't tell me I have to create the world?"

Splitting Heaven and Earth?

Alright, it was indeed not that funny. There was nothing to be amused about. If he really had that earth-shattering godly axe in his hands, Changmen Niepo would immediately hack this Six continents apart and find his way back.

Still the same, still the same darkness. However, compared to the first time, Changmen Niepo's consciousness was not as blurry as the first time. Even though his mind and soul were all wrapped up in darkness, Changmen Niepo could clearly feel that his consciousness was being controlled at this very moment, controlled by his own consciousness. It was no longer the first time. It was drifting as if it was sleepwalking, wandering around. There was no starting point and no ending point.

The starting point, at this moment, Chang Meniepo had already set off. also possessed the finishing point. Step by step, he steadily advanced towards it.

It was a snow-white longsword, a nameless white sword. It had already pierced deeply into Changmen Niepo's heart, but this time, it did not want Changmen Niepo's life. Instead, it was there to fulfill the promise he had made back then.

Once the nameless white sword was inserted, the originally snow-white sword began to faintly emit an even brighter light. And this faint white light was like a thin layer of snow-white silk, slowly, slowly, step by step, it covered Changmen Niepo completely.

"Alright, it's begun." Seeing the faint white light dissipating, the white light also slowly began to grow stronger. It was as if it had turned into a thick white mist, wrapping around Changmen Niepo's body, and saying, "I have already fulfilled my promise, and whether or not I can keep my promise depends on him!"

It was not wrong at all, it all depended on Changmen Niepo. As the saying goes, three people are destined for seven minutes. But today, these words had to be said backwards. Seven points thinks three days is fated. Perhaps, today wasn't the day where seven out of ten believed that thirty days were destined.

To be more accurate, nine people were destined for one day. Perhaps, to put it more deeply, not even that share of the heavens was destined to exist.

Of course, regardless of whether there was a 30% or 10% chance of fate, Changmen Niepo had to leave this step, he had to leave, he had no choice but to leave. This was probably the first time, when he was reborn and reborn, Changmen Niepo's first time feeling like he was wandering in a dream was completely gone.

At this moment, although Changmen Niepo's deepest region was completely black, his divine sense was extremely clear, and he was able to move step by step in a steady direction. Furthermore, he was able to sense that there should be something that he wanted in that direction. Or rather, it was not what he wanted. It was him walking out of the darkness of this primal chaos.

One step at a time, one step at a time. He didn't know how long he had walked in this darkness with his divine sense. However, Changmen Niepo himself was very clear that he was getting closer and closer to that place. Deep within his soul, there was always a thought lingering around. The place that was getting closer to him only needed to take one more step, just one more step, and it would be within reach.

However, Changmen Niepo himself was very clear that he was getting closer and closer. It seemed as if he only needed to take one step, and this step seemed to be within reach, but he did not know how far or how long he had to go. Perhaps, this was fate. Although the two were very close, their destinies had yet to arrive. The two were very, very close, but they never intersected.

Changmen Niepo did not feel impatient at all. Since he was already very close, since he had already walked on this path, then fate would naturally come to him. This made Changmen Niepo think of a sentence: There is no road in this world, if there were many people, it would have become a road.

He was not fated to be with that so-called fated fated one. However, he believed that if he continued to walk like this, he would eventually meet that fated one. This was something that Changmen Niepo had never believed in before.

"That white mist..." When Yin Emperor saw the white mist emitted by the nameless white sword, and had completely wrapped Changmen Niepo up, he couldn't see Chang Meniepo anymore. The white mist had already completely covered the sarcophagus, "Could that be the thing that woke Changmen Niepo up?"

"Whether he wakes up or not, it really depends on Changmen Niepo himself!" Yin Emperor actually got such an answer from Qing Ming's mouth.

Although Qing Ming had said those words, she knew that Little Nirvana Realm already embarked on this road, this journey. As for when she would wake up and when he would end his journey, she had no idea.

This was because he had the same thought as the Exemplary Immortal in the main tomb. The original three were destined to turn around. In fact, those who went against the rules would be destined to become nine-tenths people. Perhaps, what was even more extreme was that even that little bit of heaven was gone, and there were only ten people left.

"There's a change!"

One of the native visitors from deep within the forest exclaimed. It was this cry that drew everyone's attention. The conversation between Yin Emperor and Yue Luo had caused everyone to turn towards the two people.

There was a change, but what kind of change was it? When countless pairs of eyes turned to look at the sarcophagus, the white mist in the center of the sarcophagus stopped moving and started rolling.

Even though the tiny flow and rolling were hard to detect. However, everyone here could feel it. Even Nu Xue, who was the weakest, could feel it.

Then the white mist that had ceased to flow and roll began to flow and roll again. It was just that this time, the flow and the rolling continued. However, this time, the flow and rolling was no longer minute. I was a whirlpool, with the center as the base point, the surrounding white fog was like a tornado, slowly sweeping towards the center point.

"This is …"

Seeing this scene, Nu Xue was somewhat dumbstruck. Even though his strength was not as good as Changmen Niepo's, he was still a member of a sloppy-looking clan after all. He knew a lot about the strange things that happened in the tomb. At the same time, as a slave, he was able to see things that ordinary people couldn't see in the tomb with his naked eyes.

Naturally, at this moment, all the things that ordinary people could not see with their naked eyes were reflected in his eyes.

"To think that such a thing would happen. Could it be that even Master Exemplary Immortal did not go and stop me?" In Nu Xue's eyes, if this really were to continue … It was obvious that there would be no more Exemplary Immortal Tombs in the future, and no more spirit bodies.

This was because if this development continued, even the spirit bodies of Exemplary Immortal would... by... They were all sucked dry …