What death is, unless you have experienced it personally, it is really hard to tell.

The feeling of Shen Yuanyin was like a whole person, sinking into the dark deep sea, cold and quiet.

The consciousness is clear, but I forget who I am, where I come from, and what I have experienced.

I can't feel the existence of my body and can't struggle. I can only let myself sink bit by bit.

The temperature of the "deep sea" outside is getting lower and lower, the coldness penetrates in, and the consciousness gradually stagnates.

Shen Yuanyin realized in her heart that perhaps when her consciousness was completely frozen and unable to turn, it was the time of death.

She couldn't resist it, but whenever her consciousness was about to freeze, she would hear a sound.

"Don't die...we don't die..."

Who is it?

The divine vowel could not remember, but this sound seemed to have invisible magic power that could stimulate her potential every time.

She became colder and colder, and she had lost her ability to think, but her consciousness remained the last bit of vitality.

Because she suddenly realized that she couldn't bear to leave this voice... and she wanted to know... who was the person who said this...

"Don't die...we don't die..."

The person who says this must be very lonely and helpless. I cannot die because only by living can I be with him.

But who is he? Who am I?

In the dark "deep sea", the meaning of time being lost is like a thousand years, ten thousand years, and extremely long years.

Suddenly, the quiet, cold and dark "deep sea" suddenly fluctuated.

It comes from the top of its head, getting stronger and stronger, and I don't know what happened.

The next moment, the "body" that was sinking in the divine vowel sounded like it was grabbed by an invisible big hand and pulled upwards.

The cold is fading, and the vague consciousness is beginning to gradually recover.

...

The vortex of red and ink interwoven colors is still rotating now, but the area has returned to its original size, no longer as powerful as before.

In the center of it, it was no longer a Taoist spirit, but a vigorous ancient tree, with winding branches that exuded endless breath of time.

The energy of this time is not because it exists for a long time, but from the seeds of its birth... The Taoist spirit is nurtured by heaven and earth, and it can only be achieved after countless years!

But now, this ancient tree seems to have broken life, and the leaves are filled with yellow and dead spirit.

Not far from the dead ancient wood, between the barriers of ice and fire, Qin Yu gently placed the divine vowel on the ground. Her face was covered with blood and her slightly undulating chest showed that she had escaped from the hands of the god of death.

The power of the fruit of the Great Dao is repairing her injuries. It won't take too long before she can wake up.

Qin Yu smiled at the corner of his mouth, pulling his shriveled skin, layered wrinkles and squeezed together, adding a bit of desolate twilight.

The life span of a hundred days and the extraction of essence and blood made him turn into a white-haired old man, with a rotten aura all over his body, but his eyebrows were peaceful and dull.

I didn't consider whether it was worth it, because compared with death, the prices he paid were nothing.

The divine vowel came alive...this is enough.

The shadow of the sun hangs above the ancient tree, and the fluctuations of thoughts sound, "You are in a bad state now, don't delay any more."

Qin Yu smiled, "I understand, thank you for this time." He hesitated a little and pointed to write a sentence on the ground.

After using only a slight force, his chest rolled violently, and his face turned blue and white. He could not suppress it and a mouthful of blood was spurted out.

A cold snorted from the phantom of the sun, and bright light roared over, entangling Qin Yu and pulling him out of the barrier directly.

It fell on the withered and yellow ancient tree, and its rough skin covered with cracks suddenly became soft, like mud, swallowing Qin Yu's body bit by bit.

"It's foolish to toss myself to such a situation for a woman!" The phantom of the big sun stared at the barrier, and a trace of cold aura appeared.

But after silence, it did not take action in the end, like a shadow, disappearing directly.

...

Shen Yuanyin opened her eyes, and then, countless memories surged from the depths of her mind. She remembered her identity, knew her current situation, and thought of the owner of the voice in her ear during the "death".

"Qin Yu!"

She stood up suddenly, and her eyes swept across the surroundings, and the small barrier was visible at a glance.

She is the only one, and that man is gone now, where has he gone?

Shen Yuanyin saw the withered and yellow ancient tree outside the barrier, feeling the powerful power inside her body that had not been completely absorbed, her expression became dazed and her eyes were confused.

Although she didn't know what happened afterwards, she could guess many things she saw in front of her, and her resurrection from the dead.

The man who is now missing, after she fell into the "deep sea" of death, did not know what method he used to let the Taoist spirit take root and sprout, bear fruit in just a hundred days, and feed her.

A trace of throbbing came from the depths of the soul, and there was no tendency to dissipate, but instead became stronger and stronger as time passed.

Finally it turned into a tide that swept across the whole mind, shattering all reserve and ice. Shen Yuanyin's cold eyes turned red, and slight water vapor gathered into a warm liquid.

The fruit of the great way is obtained by a monk and can become a robbery immortal on the ground, which is enough to make anyone in the world crazy.

Qin Yu gave her...to make her come alive...

"Where are you? Come out, come out!" Shen Yuanyin screamed, his voice echoing in the barrier, but he was destined to receive no response.

This is the deepest part of the Tangchi, and the terrifying extreme yin and extreme cold power that are enough to kill the robbery fairyland. Where can Qin Yu go?

Inexplicably panic, fear, and pain surged out of the bottom of my heart, and my eyes became more and more sour, blurring the eyes of the Shen Yuanyin.

She had a judgment in her heart, but she was unwilling and unable to believe it, because there was no reason for all this, and he had no need to do so for her.

Suddenly, the handwriting on the ground fell into sight, but now Shen Yuanyin didn't care about what was written on the ground.

All her eyes fell on the dry dark red blood stains, and slowly squatted down, and her fingers touched the surface of the blood stains.

The next moment, tears could no longer be held back, and fell down his cheeks, shattering on the ground.

Although the blood had dried up, the divine vowel still felt the breath belonging to Qin Yu from above.

Aging, decay, extinction... and unhidden exhaustion. Because of the death, it is more sensitive to its taste.

The blood is filled with the smell of death!

Qin Yu is dead...he is dead...

Shen Yuanyin could no longer deceive herself. She raised her hand to cover her mouth, and her strong emotional fluctuations surging from the depths of her heart.

In my mind, the fragments of the pictures that had appeared and disappeared were rolling out again.

After concentrating all his energy, the backlash of Taishang Forgetful Reason appeared again on these broken scenes, but Shen Yuanyin didn't care.

Finally, she found a smiling face in the countless pieces of rolling memory. He sat under a pavilion, holding a wine jar in his hand, smiling happily, and his eyebrows and eyes were filled with transparency and comfort.

With a muffled groan, blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, and pale appeared on Shen Yuanyin's face.

The two faces are different, but when you put them together, you will find that their facial features can be completely overlapped.

Qin Yu... It's Qin Yu... Sure enough, they had an intersection before... Why did they forget him... What did the master hide...

Ten days later, Shen Yuanyin stepped out of the mountain shadow, and the barriers of water and fire, which remained to the limit behind him, were silently broken.

Her figure paused, but did not turn around. Her breath broke through the power of the red extreme yang and rushed to the top of the Tangchi.

His expression became more and more indifferent, and his eyes became colder. At this moment, the Divine Yuanyin, Taishang Wangqing, had no flaws, and he entered the perfect state.

But in the deepest part of her eyes, where no one could reach, there was deep sadness, and the message on the ground was rolling in her mind.

"See you next day. I hope the palace master can accomplish this and relieve my confusion..." Perhaps there was another one behind, but it was interrupted by blood.

You said goodbye to the next day, you are already dead... That person, until death comes and turns into ashes, still wants to hide her and comfort her...

Qin Yu, I don’t know who you are and what you have experienced with me, but in this life, I will never forget you!

A few months later, in the forbidden area of ​​the Nine Heavens Mirror Moon Palace, the crystal god throne trembled, and the fluctuations spread throughout the Immortal Sect.

Ten days later, the weather changed, and the master of Shangqing Netherworld and the master of Buddha bones came together.

The news was strictly blocked, and I don’t know what happened. After Emperor Chu negotiated with the two giants of the Immortal Sect, he turned back to the imperial palace and refused to mention it.

On that day, the Yingdu formation was moving abnormally, and it seemed to have some unstable points.

Outside Yingdu, the divine voice with a clear face and a colder breath, looked at the elder Ziyue who was full of excitement and was quickly welcomed, and his voice was cold, "Master, do you know a man who is Qin Yu?"

Zi Yue's body instantly stiffened.

...

Time passed year by year, and although the news of the death of the Holy Son of the Demonic Dao caused a temporary sensation, the dead had no value and soon became a past tense and no longer paid attention to it.

Mu Mu appeared in front of him again. After hearing that after he experienced hardships, his cultivation of his cultivation has improved greatly, and his magic body practice has been thousands of miles a day, not far from the throne. The Mu family, who was frightened and in peace, seemed to have overcome the difficulties, and the disciples of the disciples regained their previous arrogance.

Wuma Sizhan returned from the Purgatory Sea. Although he was seriously injured, he got some kind of powerful opportunity that cannot be described to others. After two years of seclusion, he broke through the fairyland of the Tribulation and regained the name of the young generation's first strongest man and the senior brother under his disciple.

Because the Wuma Si War was too dazzling, the other two young disciples who grew up quickly seemed inconspicuous. They were Dong Hanzhu and Sun Zifu. Especially the latter, who broke through the realm for several years and had a great momentum that came from behind.

The Holy Palace in the Great City of Dongyang is now completely closed. Apart from the few palace ladies who are willing to keep their priests, there is no more vitality. From noisy to noisy to annihilation, it has been witnessed in less than a year. What is the "good and good fortune" of the demons?

These are just some small things that happened in the devil's way. If you look at the entire land of gods and demons, you can't finish it even if you have three days and three nights.
To be continued...