The heavy rain has come to an abrupt end, and the wind filled with water is still sweeping on the cliff.

The leaves rustled in the wind, and the biting wet and cold spread in the bones. Ning knelt on the ground for a long time, and his worn-out outer dress wrapped his graceful and cold body tightly. He hugged her tightly, as if he wanted to hand her every drop of warmth squeezed out of his blood.

Si Ming's body was extremely soft, like a breeze curled up in his arms.

Ning raised his head for a long time, his jaw trembled constantly, his gaze seemed to be in the darkness, and he could only see the moonlight falling from the sky. He was afraid that this was an illusion.

The sea of ​​clouds shot through the arrows blinked towards the middle. The process was very slow, but it was thrilling.

Ning trembled for a long time, hugging Si Ming tightly, staring at the closed clouds. If the moonlight was his neck, those soft and gentle clouds that were usually soft and gentle were pinching his neck, allowing him to fall into the dead little by little.

The clouds touched the moonlight.

The world seems to be still.

A miracle really happened... the moonlight was like substance, and the cloud touched its edge, dyed an amber-like color, but failed to submerge it.

Ning Changjiu once asked evil, what Kunlun is, but there was no clear answer to evil, and only said that Kunlun had been cut off. He also asked Si Ming, who said that Kunlun was a thing that was in the sky.

It turns out that the last Kunlun Heavenly Pillar in the world is the moonlight running through the Tianzhu Peak!

According to legend, when the Moon Palace was still there, a Moon Rabbit once sneaked into the world and lived in a country and cultivated into spirits. That country was called Tianzhu Kingdom.

Ning Changjiu hugged Si Ming and struggled to get up. He bent down and carried her on his back. Si Ming's silver-haired, scattered head buried on his right shoulder like cast iron. He held her slender legs and walked towards the bunch of moonlight behind him.

The moonlight shone on the back of Si Ming's weak hanging hands.

Ning touched the light with a long trembling trembling. His fingers bent and grabbed the light. He tried his best.

Ning Changqiu's woman in a silver-haired and ink robe climbed the light column that reached the sky, stepped upwards and headed towards the light source.

The watery moonlight gently wrapped them.

Ning Chang's broken left shoulder has not healed yet. His body, which had broken many bones, kept shaking. He put his left hand on the back of Si Ming's hand and supported her hard. His right arm, whose meridians burst, climbed upwards with a column of light, and his arm was radiating red due to bloodshed.

Light is not pure light, cloud-like dust floats among it.

Ning stepped on the dust for a long time, his body was leaping in the light, and the moonlight shone on Si Ming's side face. Her face buried in her silver hair was as quiet as snow, as if she had been sleeping for thousands of years. The beauty of death was still blooming between her eyebrows and eyes, charming and ancient beauty.

I don't know how high the moonlight is.

Ning Changjiu had nothing to think about. He just stubbornly climbed in the light, leaping from a cloud of dust to the next cloud of dust with a woman who was dependent on life and death.

He told her stories, their past stories, and repeated, his throat hoarse.

If Siming was awake on weekdays, he would laugh at him for being unable to let go of the past and always talk about cliches. He would laugh at her for not understanding human emotions. If so, she would proudly admit that she regarded herself as a noble priest.

He kept talking, stubbornly speaking, regardless of whether she could hear it or not.

But she didn't know how to live or die, so she could only lean against him quietly, as gentle as a young bird and as a person who listened to stories.

At midnight, dawn was far away, and the world was dark. This was the brightest light here, and it was also the light that shrouded them alone.

The whole world is lonely and vast, as if only the two of them are left.

Tianzhu Peak gradually faded away, and in the vast sky, the only bright moon was the destination they finally arrived.

...

In Wan Yao City, beside the Liusha River, Jiuling Yuansheng stood opposite Bai Ze.

Beside the Nine Spirit Yuansheng, eight groups of ghost fires twisted and jumped, and it was hard to tell the face of the lion. His mouth was full of broken teeth and blood, and his strong muscles were entangled in his arms. He held the iron umbrella in his huge palm. At this moment, he stood still and looked into the depths of the Ten Thousand Demon City.

The same is true for Bai Ze.

In the battle with Jiuling Yuansheng, he was also injured. His long silver-white hair was a little withered, and his snow-white clothes were stained with disharmonious dust. Jiuling Yuansheng was ultimately the most powerful demon in Wan Yao City. Even if he was injured, he was also a devil who could not be destroyed by heaven when he held the holy weapon in his hand.

The nine-tailed white lion and the nine-headed lion both stopped.

They all looked at the pillar of light that was rising into the sky.

From here, the beam of light appears slender and straight, but because it is soaring into the sky, it is also lonely and magnificent.

Jiuling Yuansheng bent down, blood mixed with broken teeth flowed into the quicksand river. His voice was old and dry: "Are these all planned by that person?"

Bai Ze looked at the light pillar and said, "No one can really do everything, it depends mainly on the younger brother's own fortune."

"Little Junior Brother?" Jiuling Yuansheng was slightly stunned and said, "So he is the person you have been looking for?"

Bai Ze nodded and said, "I finally found it, I don't know if it's too late."

Jiuling Yuansheng looked at the messy Siye and said, "It turns out that you just treat Wan Yao City as a purgatory field for him to practice... Under the bright moon is full of grass, and the ancient city is full of ants. Haha, what is the difference between you and those divine kingdoms?"

Bai Ze shook his head gently and said, "It's not the junior brother who caused the situation in Wan Yao City today, but the greed between you and the Golden-winged Big Pluto."

Jiuling Yuansheng vomited a mouthful of blood and said with a slight smile: "What if you don't be greedy... What if you don't? The saint is about to die, and the Wan Yao City is about to be destroyed. When she promised the saint to protect this ancient city, did she just want to protect a broken city? Your master, who is living in the Yue Palace, can't bear anything else on her shoulders? Or did she just want to treat the whole world as the pearl in her hand and dedicate it to the existence in the dark?"

Bai Ze did not explain, but said calmly and confidently: "Master has always cared about the world."

Jiuling Yuansheng stared at him and asked, "Did you say that because she saved your life, or do you think so in your heart?"

Bai Ze sighed.

The lives of him and the five senior brothers and sisters were all recovered by the master with his supreme magical powers. When they were recovered, they were all Mingmiao's soul and consciousness. They grew up again in a small Taoist temple, slowly recovered some memories of their previous lives, and became Shura in the eyes of cultivators.

Bai Ze raised his head, looked at the moonlight, and said firmly: "Master is the last hope in the whole world."

Jiuling Yuansheng did not respond to this absurd statement. His generous claws held the iron umbrella and slowly turned the handle of the umbrella slowly and heavily, saying: "Kunlun is coming, Yueguo is back, hehe, you little junior brother is such a big scene."

"Yes." Bai Ze smiled slightly, then quickly turned cold, and said solemnly: "It's just that the dark world is already light, and now the light has lighted up. The moths and insects hidden in the dark are all coming towards the light."

Jiuling Yuansheng asked, "What do you think?"

Bai Ze said calmly: "This trip to Tianzhu Peak is unpredictable. Outside Kunlun, no matter the demons and gods, as long as they come, we will block them one by one for the younger brother."

...

Silver Snow Palace.

Bai Zang, who was covered with snow, opened his silver eyes. She stared at the light column rising above the Ten Thousand Demon City, and her eyes that had been silent for thousands of years showed a rare curiosity.

"It's so." She whispered to herself.

Emotions were just a moment. In the blink of an eye, silver paste was cast on the ground on the throne at the highest point of the Silver Snow Palace, turning into two human figures. Two men, one man and one woman, were both wearing silver robes. The man had a strong face and a holy face. They were all as craftsmanship, with extraordinary beauty.

They don't have a little human touch.

They are the lords and priests of the Silver Snow Palace.

Bai Zang whispered a word, ancient and obscure.

The priest, the heavenly king, bowed his head to command.

The palace returned to silence.

Bai Zang stared at the moonlight for a while, then turned his gaze to another place, which was the direction of Nanzhou and the entrance to the abyss to the Duanjie City.

...

Ancient Ling Sect.

The lake water and heavy rain fluctuated, setting off a bigger wave. This wave woke up countless sleeping people. After everyone woke up, they followed the sound, but found that the heavy rain had stopped. The wet air was filled with stars. The empty mountains after the new rain surrounded the Nether Moon Lake. The lake was slight and there were no figures.

When Lu Maimai returned to the room, Ning Xiaoling woke up with rubbing his eyes, holding his heart with his little paws, and asked, "Master, where have you been? The noise outside is so loud. Has anyone called in?"

Lu Maiwei bent down, looked at the little fox gently, and said, "It's okay, it's raining outside, and now the rain has stopped."

Ning Xiaoling blinked at her and nodded thoughtfully.

In the dark night with the undulating light, Lu Maimai sat down gently at the head of the bed, and Ning Xiaoling climbed up to her as usual

Her knees curled up, Lu Maiwei bent down and gently stroked her hair with his hands.

Ning Xiaoling didn't know if it was an illusion. At this moment, in her eyes, her master's elegant appearance became even more ethereal, like the reflection of clouds blowing from the lake, full of immortality.

"Master, Xiaoling is a little confused." Ning Xiaoling twitched her claws, pinched the corner of Lu Marshal's skirt, and whispered.

Lu Marryman gently covered her head and said calmly: "Don't be afraid, believe in your senior brother."

Ning Xiaoling pushed her palm and said, "Well! I believe in senior brother and sister Siming."

Lu Maiwei smiled faintly, but the sorrow in his clear eyes was always like the fog that could not be untied from the lake.

The untied black hair fell down her cheeks, like water hitting a cliff, spreading apart on both sides of her shoulders. Ning Xiaoling stretched out her claws, grabbed Lu Maiwei's hair that was hanging down to her chest, and gently combed her to relieve her depression.

"Master..." Ning Xiaoling suddenly muttered.

"Hmm?" Lu Maiwei came back to his senses and asked, "What's wrong?"

Ning Xiaoling turned around, looked at the faint light, and whispered: "It seems that someone outside the door has been standing for a long time... Didn't the master see her?"

Lu Marryman was silent for a moment, took Ning Xiaoling back to the bed, and whispered: "Wait, Master will be back soon."

Ning Xiaoling nodded.

Lu Maijie got up, hesitated for a while, took Liu Junzhuo's sword and crown, and pushed the door out.

Liu Junzhuo's hair was disheveled, standing quietly in the shadow under the eaves outside the door. There was still an undissolved blood mark on the side of her thin snow neck.

Liu Junzhuo raised his head and looked at Lu Maiwei with a complicated expression.

Lu Mai Married smiled, put the crown on the sword, and said, "Take it back, this is your sword pavilion."

Liu Junzhuo slowly stretched out his hand and touched the cold sword.
To be continued...