The cold fingers were already close in front of me, and the deathly aura seemed to come from the netherworld, as if it could annihilate all warmth.

It's over, it's over, I'm going to die! As soon as this sad thought passed through Fang Jingcheng's mind, he heard Yu Ling shout in a deep voice: "Fan Caizi!"

The man opposite him suddenly froze on the spot, with a trace of confusion and confusion on his expressionless face.

Before he came back to his senses, Yu Ling had already read the poem quickly: "The golden horse of Yutang comes out of Xuandu. Even if you look at it from a distance, there is nothing. To borrow a bridle from the sky, you can walk all over the world without cud!"

As if struck by lightning, the man staggered back two steps, holding his head with an expression of pain and struggle.

He whimpered like a beast, but tears of grief flowed from his eyes, slowly sliding down the inside of his nose. It was a sign of extreme sadness.

Thick death energy surged around him, as if his whole body would collapse into pieces in the next moment.

Yu Ling was still on high alert and sighed softly: "Fan Caizi, wake up, a thousand years have passed since the destruction of Liangzhou City."

"A thousand years...a thousand years..." the man murmured in despair, as if he had fallen into the deepest nightmare.

"Do you still remember who you are? Do you still remember Wei Tianguo?" Yu Ling calmly mobilized her soul power, stimulating the man's soul in her words.

In Yu Ling's induction, the soul of this scholar Fan was filled with an empty gray death energy, with only a little bit of spiritual light struggling to survive. It was an obsession that could not be erased for a thousand years.

When his soul power connected with that bit of spiritual light, it was like lighting a candle in the darkness, and then the endless light spread, like burning the last light and heat.

The man's confused and painful expression gradually faded away, replaced by helpless sadness and loss.

A bitter smile gradually appeared on his lips: "My name is Fan Tingxiang, and my courtesy name is Zijiang, but I am already dead. I have been dead for a thousand years..."

"Why do you know me?" Fan Tingxiang looked at Yu Ling blankly.

Yu Ling said bluntly: "In the inner courtyard of the city lord's palace, the scene of that day's meandering water drinking glasses and pavilion games is still being circulated. I want to know what happened next? Why are all the people in Liangzhou City dead?"

Fan Tingxiang laughed at himself and said: "What should I say? The world is so vast and powerful. If we go against the current, our bodies will be broken into pieces. Even in the historical records, the word 'rebel' will be left behind."

He pursed his lips and pointed to the city gate with some sadness: "You know, the Zhengdao Forest outside was not like that originally. Only people with a certain reputation can go to Zhengdao and prove their hearts. And for thousands of years, it has also

Less than a hundred people walked through the Nine Layers of Illusion Array."

"The city lord is such an amazing and talented person." Fan Tingxiang said quietly: "It is said that there is great fortune and great opportunity at the end of the Nine Layers Illusion Array. No one knows what he got, but there is no doubt that he became one of the leading figures of that era.

Countless top masters.”

"I don't know what you pay attention to in cultivation now, but the higher we go in that era, the more important it is to refine the heart and temper the mind. If the mind is not clear and clear, inner demons will breed. Tao and demons have never been incompatible."

Fan Tingxiang looked at the dead gray sky and recalled the time a thousand years ago: "That day, the Jiuxiang army pressed on the border, and the city lord ordered to fight to the end. At that time, there were only a few thousand people left in the city, and the others hurried before the Zhenbei army came over.

Those who have lost their allegiance due to their wealth and valuables have fled, and the people left behind, including ordinary civilians, are all 'rebels and traitors'."

He said calmly: "I'm not leaving. I am the student of the city lord. If he wants to fight to the end, I will die with him in Liangzhou City."

"Perhaps Jiuxiang is good, but I still like Weitian more. They all say that King Weitian is not missing, but running away in fear of death. But I think His Majesty is definitely not that kind of person. He may be a little domineering, but he has never been

Neither will escape, let alone retreat."

"Actually, we knew from the beginning that this was an impossible battle to win. If Liangzhou City was located on a steep slope that was easy to defend and difficult to attack, there might be a glimmer of hope, but on a plain, it would be defeated.

.”

"Although I had known this result for a long time, that day, when I saw fewer and fewer people around me, when I saw the red blood all over the sky, and when I watched them fall one by one, I still felt that I couldn't accept it."

"I have never killed anyone, but that day, I didn't even know how much blood I was stained with."

"But it's still useless. No matter how hard you try, no matter how unwilling you are, the outcome is already doomed."

"I didn't want to die in their hands, so I jumped into the Liangzhou River, which is also upstream of Zhengdaolin."

"At the last moment, I saw the teacher, covered in blood, surrounded by thousands of enemy troops. He was alone, all the other colleagues were dead. I really wanted to continue to accompany him, but I really

It can’t be done…”

"The teacher released his inner demon. From then on, he is no longer him, and Liangzhou City is no longer Liangzhou City."

A streak of blood-red lightning flashed across the gray sky, illuminating Fan Tingxiang's eyes. He looked up at the dark sky silently, and said solemnly: "Why it became like this, I don't know, even the demonized

I don’t know where the teacher has gone.”

"I am just a ghost who cannot enter reincarnation and cannot be reborn. I have been wandering around in confusion for thousands of years."

He slowly moved his gaze away and focused on Yu Ling: "Thank you for being willing to listen to this boring story. If you can do me two favors, I will tell you... where the underground treasury is."

As soon as he heard about the underground treasury, Fang Jingcheng's eyes suddenly lit up. But when he saw Fan Tingxiang's face that was so pale that it was almost transparent, and the gradually dimming look in his eyes, he suddenly felt a trace of indescribable sadness and sadness.

There is a kind of integrity and character that, although silly and stubborn, is neither ridiculous nor insultable.

Fan Tingxiang said softly: "Kill me, okay? Instead of living like this, it would be better to die in the Liangzhou River. The current appearance of a human being and a ghost...even I feel disgusted."

"If... you are willing to help me find my teacher's body and let him rest in peace, thousands of ghosts in Liangzhou City will be grateful."

Yu Ling stared at Fan Tingxiang. The death aura on his body was getting heavier and heavier, and was about to submerge his last remaining sanity and clarity.

Because he already had a death wish and no longer wanted to "live" like this in a life worse than death.

Yu Ling took a deep breath, looked into Fan Tingxiang's eyes, and said word by word: "Bian Changzhen is not dead."

The deathly energy lingering around Fan Tingxiang suddenly shook, and his gloomy and depressed expression was instantly replaced by disbelief, and he said in disbelief: "You, what did you say?"

"Senior Bian is still alive. He was back-bitten by the spiritual weapon mirror demon and disappeared, but he woke up not long ago and should still be wandering somewhere in the Seventeenth Domain." Yu Ling said.

"Are you telling the truth?!" A trace of blood appeared on Fan Tingxiang's pale face. He grabbed Yu Ling's collar with emotion, and his voice was trembling.

"It's true." Yu Ling took out a bottle from the spiritual ring, which contained a drop of Bian Changzhen's blood.

Fan Tingxiang held the bottle carefully, as if he were holding the most precious thing in the world, and murmured with tears on his face: "Your Majesty is still alive, he is still alive..."

He seemed to have found his faith and pillar. Even though he was full of death, there was still a faint trace of vitality slowly sprouting.
Chapter completed!