"Everyone says lovesickness is good... but you forgot... it makes people grow old!" The man murmured, and at this time he was lost.

Depressed, tearful eyes, endless guilt, and deep regret.

A man cried here like a woman, but who could know the pain in his heart?

One fell asleep, only his ignorant consciousness, no longer as it was before; the other was transformed by a ray of thought, but he also lost his personality, and at this time he showed shame.

They are not people back then. Even though their faces are just the same, they are all incomplete. Just like the fallen leaves in autumn, the fallen leaves are incomplete, and the branches have lost their original tender greenness and now they have become yellow. It is obviously very close, but one is on the tree and the other is on the ground. Even if the fallen leaves return to their roots, they still leave the branches and have a distance that cannot be crossed.

The old tree changed, and a voice came out: "It's been tens of thousands of years since she looked for you, but she only got a trace of guilt. I didn't expect you to come anyway. The evil fate... That lovesickness is good. She waited for too long before she spoke, in time to make you feel at ease..."

A wisp of mist flew out of the old tree, and it turned into a woman as it wriggled.

The woman looked exactly the same as the woman sitting on the stone, but her eyes were different.

The woman sitting looked infatuated, as if she was waiting for something, but the woman who appeared in the old tree looked indifferent, even when facing this man, she even felt a little disgusted.

The man said, "I'm sorry for her..."

"What's the use of saying this!" The woman stuttered and finally said this.

"When she created the world, she also enlightened me, the swaying shore on the other side, and confirmed the legend of a tree and a world. Do you know why she enlightened me?"

The woman spoke, her voice was as ethereal as if she was on the other side of the sky, with a vague and somewhat unreal.

The man nodded and said, "I know, I heard this legend back then. There was a border opening, and in front of the Naihe Bridge; the tree on the other side opened and the lake returned to the reincarnation. The words on the other side were helplessness and separation, and the tree on the other side meant expectation and love. Unless the god died, the other side would be immortal."

The woman nodded: "It turns out that you all understand that a legend on the other side is spreading. It is rumored that it is a bridge on the edge of the gap between the sky outside the sky and the mountains outside the mountains. At that time, you were not a god. Even if your name was a god, you were not a god worshipped by the gods. The result was already destined."

The man was speechless. He wiped his tears, walked to the woman who was like a petrified woman, slowly poked out his palm and stroked the woman's face. The woman's eyelashes trembled, but she could not recover her consciousness. Only the man's shadow was reflected in her pupils, and there was a difference between black and white.

The woman from Laoshu looked at this scene and her eyes were softer.

"Everyone says lovesickness is good, but lovesickness makes people grow old. You open up the path of immortality and just want to wait for someone who cannot appear, but you don't know that the dead are like this. The past is ultimately memories. Even if you try your best to recall it, it is ultimately in the years. But you forget the person in front of you."

The woman spoke, and looked at the man who stroked the box with the same face as she looked. She shook her head, and then turned into a fog of smoke to return to the old tree.

The old tree trembled, everything around it returned to calm, and the climbers regained consciousness, but they themselves did not know that it seemed that the silence of time and space just now did not exist.

Ji Duo's eyes were a little confused, but then he was silent and he didn't say much.

Mu Ming felt a sense of loss in his heart, from the cut paper, and there was also a deep sense of guilt.

"A ray of guilt from that time has made you successful now. You are not a god, you are just a evil god, you still have a mission, too many appear, it will not be good for you, nor will it be good for your host. Too many people died back then, and this person cannot be defeated!"

The old tree shook, and the man's body exploded and turned into smoke. The man was reluctant to leave, but was separated.

A fog fell back into Mu Ming's body, and Mu Ming saw a figure on the scribble looking at the hills in the distance.

"Climbing, I want to see her more..." the man spoke. This was the first time he spoke in the true sense.

The wood name is silent, and the thoughts are backwards.

A leaf flew over and landed in front of the wooden name.

Some people secretly envied themselves, but they also prayed quietly.

Wood name held the leaves without any surprise, but after closer inspection, there was a whirlpool in the leaves.

After a moment, some pictures appeared, and the scene rushed directly. Mu Ming was about to shout, but he realized that he could not make any sound.

At this time, the whole body suddenly changed.

In the vast starry sky, wood names stand in it, and the surroundings are bright and destructive, and broken bodies are everywhere. Corpse floating in the starry sky, becoming extremely quiet in the faint light.

The wooden name is about to be investigated. At the beginning of last year, I found that my thoughts were sweeping across like waves.

In just a moment, the mind of Wood Name, or the spiritual consciousness, had spread to the edge of the starry sky.

Mu Ming saw countless figures, countless warships floating, and strange-shaped tribes. At this time, he waved his sword on the deck of the warship and chopped off the heads of monks.

The names of monks and monks are very familiar with them. Those are the tribesmen from all over the world, including the costumes of monk Dongsheng, some wizards crying, and the heads of barbarian monks rolling down into the sea of ​​stars, splashing blood.

At this time, there were big rivers below the warships, where countless monks were cut off their heads, and blood spurted out from the broken mouth gathered.

"Dare..." At this moment, Mu Ming shouted. Although it was an illusion, it was extremely real. Mu Ming's spiritual sense spread, directly wrapped around the warships, and then crushed them without hesitation.

Countless divine thoughts of fear came, and at this time, the warships had turned into dust.

Like a stone grinding sand, it has no scruples, destroying it wither and rotting. Even if there are many weak creatures in the warship, they all turn into dust.

Even at this moment, a pair of huge pupils appeared, which were almost as high as the starry sky. There were worlds in the pupils, and a personal shadow covered the sky and reflected in those worlds. At this time, they all made roars and divine thoughts, different in sequence and different in size, but at this time they all gathered into a sound, and the sound turned into substance and pierced: "Die or surrender!"

The spiritual consciousness exploded, with only a trace of residual thoughts, and Mu Ming developed fear. The thoughts and energy were like a wandering spring, and they could collapse at any time.

Mu Ming felt that if this thought collapsed, he would really disappear.

After a brief hesitation, Mu Ming's thoughts pierced at the pupils, like a moth to the fire.

There was no roar or shouting. At this moment, the last thought condensed the last strength like the tip of a long sword, becoming extremely hard, and pierced into the pupils.

The celestial phenomena changed drastically, and Mu Ming gasped for breath. The confusion and fear in his eyes were still there. Mu Ming looked around and realized that it was only a moment of effort.

The fallen leaves in front of me turned into a leaf-shaped rune, falling into the middle of the wooden name's eyebrows and disappeared.

The dark horse looked at Mu Ming with a heavy expression at this moment. This guy was just next to him.

"What did you see? I saw the war, I was smashed into pieces..."

The dark horse's face was not good-looking, "But I also saw me sitting high in a high position, with a beautiful woman in my arms, guiding the country, so romantic. The world is rising and falling in front of me, but what is not beautiful is that there is no horse monster, and it seems that they all died to make me successful..."

Mu Ming came to his senses, wiped the sweat beads on his forehead, listened carefully to the black horse's words, and had a guess in his heart.

What everyone sees is different, it is determined by what they think in their hearts, like in a dream.

Dreams are born from the heart, so what you see is different.

Everyone is different, and what they want and give in their hearts is different. Just like the name of the wood, if they do not die, they will become the inheritor of God and face invincible opponents. Perhaps the reflection just now is a scene that will happen in the future, like a moth to a fire, even if you die, you will never beg for it!

Just like now, Mu Ming saw a monk laughing wildly at the leaves in front of him, but after a moment he became unconscious, and his thoughts dissipated from his eyebrows and he still fainted.

"I guess I lost myself or I was not recognized!" The dark horse shook his head, feeling a pity.

"What did you see?" Heima looked at Mu Ming and said, "How do you look at you with fear."

Mu Ming shook his head and didn't say much, but the dark horse said, "Guess what Jiduo saw?"

Mu Ming didn't know, then shook his head. The dark horse smiled mysteriously and said, "It's probably similar to me. This guy is most afraid of trouble. I guess he's saving this world or something, but he refused. This guy is afraid of trouble."

Mu Ming smiled. If Ji Duo saved the world, it would be strange. He looked at the dark horse and said, "Why are you so easy to talk? Didn't you shout and fight and kill before?"

Hearing this, the dark horse turned dark and said, "Forget it, there is no need. Ji Duo told me not to cause trouble for you, saying that you are a broom star, I'm afraid you will pass on the bad luck to me!"

"What did he say so?" Mu Ming was suspicious.

But the dark horse nodded: "That's probably what it means, this guy has always spoken very well."

Mu Ming was speechless, but he slowly stood up and walked along a path below the hill.

The dark horse muttered a few words, but followed him.

The path is not big, with bumpy pits. Some rocks are in the middle of the path, covered with moss, and weeds are overgrown on the roadside.

Some people are ahead, but sweating on their foreheads seems... it is difficult to walk!

Mu Ming felt the pressure, but it was not that unbearable.

In the dark horse's surprised gaze, Mu Ming slowly moved forward.

But the dark horse was different. At this moment, blood oozed out of his skin.

"It's so weird, how did this guy adapt to the changes here."

Heima looked at Mu Ming and suddenly realized: "I forgot that this kid is a poison master and has affinity for grass and trees. After all, this is the original place for the old tree to open up."

The dark horse was right, and Mu Ming felt the blood of the Wood Clan in his body tremble and resonate, so the pressure was not very high.

Moreover, the twelve marks in the body slowly circulated, and a wave emanated, allowing the wood name to adapt to the breath here.

The wooden name surpassed an outside monk. When he stepped over to him, the monk said, "How strange, why are you so magical? Are the natives so powerful?"

Mu Ming turned around and glanced at the man, but said nothing.

The dark horse also came forward, but when the dark horse was about to surpass him, the monk said again: "A horse is so powerful, it's unfair..."

The dark horse turned into its original body before and was seen by these people. Although it was a monster, most of the horse-like monsters were mounts, but they were all mounts of big figures. Therefore, most of the horse-like monsters were looked down upon.

The dark horse angrily said, "Where did the aliens come from? They are so wild!"

You're welcome, the dark horse changed its left hand and became a horse's hoof, slapped the monk's face at an incredible speed.

"Ah..." With a miserable voice, the monk flew backwards and rolled down the mountain. He did not expect the dark horse to take action directly.

"All have been suppressed and still so arrogant!"

The dark horse clapped his hands and then walked forward.

Mu Ming was surprised when he saw this scene. This dark horse was different from other monks. Many people flatter outsiders, but the dark horse was so clean and neat, which was in line with the style of a genius.

At this time, Mu Ming felt that the pressure on his body also dissipated.

At the same time, my whole body also changed. The leaf-shaped rune that fell into the middle of my eyebrows shone light and shone on the corners of my body.

All the darkness in the meridians is illuminated, just as everything is ignited, and light appears.
To be continued...