Fix your sister's fairy

It may be a minute, or it may be just a moment, and it feels like a year has passed to comprehend it carefully. In a trance, I only thought it was a lifetime.

It seems that the white light that never goes out is finally extinguished, and the sky gradually reveals its original color, which is a dead white, stretching to the horizon, and the pale earth seems to have no horizon, and the two are connected together, which is a white picture.

The white light seemed to wipe out everything, the ancient demons, the ancient city, and the resentment of the thousands of dead buried deep in this land.

In a battle of immortals and demons, only a piece of the Buddha Light World was sheltered by the lucky ones, about a thousand people, creatures of different races, waking up from the white light, were standing on this pale earth, they looked at each other, each other's eyes were dazed and afraid.

Coincidentally, they left separately without saying a word, or a trace of greed for each other's "zero-zero-zero" nature. Now there is only one thought in everyone's mind - to leave this place that carries too much right and wrong.

It was the birds that gathered and dispersed, leaving to different places, and the black spots on the white earth were cleaned up after a short time, leaving only a lonely snow white, empty, which made people feel cold and lonely.

And on the white earth, a figure stood straight and silently in place, his white clothes fluttering, almost blending with the color of the heaven and earth.

Mo Yi stood in this empty world and quietly looked into the distance, the white of the sky did not know whether it was clouds or smoke slowly flowing, and the air was filled with the atmosphere of sadness or remembrance.

Fu Xia Zhen, the old monk, the heavenly maiden, the old man of the sword, the ancient demon ......

It looks like I've experienced something worth remembering again.

Too many grievances and loves, disputes and relief, the beginning of the wordless end is finally ended by the wordless, Mo also wants to sigh something, express something, but he is not a poet, nor a writer, no matter how many emotions can not be felt in the form of words, a thousand words can only be combined into a sigh in the end.

What sighs is the great persistence of Fu Xia, the great compassion of the old monk, the fearlessness of the old man of the sword, and the great willingness of the goddess.

After that, the wind was light.

Mo Yi silently stretched out his hand, and a bit of familiar light dust floated in the palm of his hand.

It's really a great gift, the earth-shattering method has been deeply engraved in the soul, if you don't want to, you can release it, but it requires a very long prelude to preparation, as well as 10,000 points of concentration, and finally the monstrous mana, how much mana the releaser has, how much power will be this last light dust.

"Let you stumble on the dust. Mo Yi looked at Guangchen and said softly, his name was just like Fu Xia Zhen, floating in this vast world like dust, wasting his life.

The Heavenly Maiden said that Mo Yizhen is like him, but I don't know if he is talking about the meaningless will and back, or the slim road ahead will be like Fu Xia Zhen, who has spent his life in the long river of fate as a dust.

Then he crushed the light dust in his hand.

Facing this vast white earth, Mo Yi pulled out the Demon Sealing Sword and inserted it into the ground, as if it was a tombstone, but it was not.

"Seniors, today and now, I, the Immortal Cultivation Realm, Mo Yi, witness you.

A sonorous sound rang through the sky, and the clouds were scattered a little, perhaps an illusion, and a beam of white light fell and shone on the two swords, shining brightly.

The clouds kept drifting, drifting to the horizon, and they were gone.

At the end, Mo Yi looked up and looked around, remembering the places that had left the most densely before, he should have left, he couldn't stay where he was, his ultimate goal was still in the deeper depths of the abyss of all worlds.

There, with his enemies, his friends, his family, no matter what, he must be invited!

Knowing his mind, Mo Yi grasped the hilts of the two swords with both hands and prepared to pull them out.

But then, a vision struck!

On the white earth, a pale and bloodless hand suddenly broke through the ground and grabbed straight at Mo Yi's throat!

Mo Yi's face remained unchanged, after being promoted to the vastness, there was nothing in the abyss of all worlds that could surprise him, and with a slight sweep of Kunpeng's pupils, he understood the strength of this hand, its direction, and the position where it finally stopped.

Five slender fingers stopped in front of Mo Yi's throat, and Mo Yi slowly took a step back before he had the energy to look at the appearance of this hand.

Although the skin is stained with mud, it can't hide the heart-warming whiteness underneath, the flesh and bones of the forearms are even and pleasing to the eye, and the five slender fingers are very ornamental except for some dirt between the nails.

"Which unlucky one was buried underneath. Mo Yi touched his chin and pondered for a moment, feeling that it was impossible to pull up an immortal ancient corpse or something to cut himself down, so he simply pulled this person up without doing anything..........

Just do it, Mo Yi reached out and grabbed the arm and pulled out the underground people as if pulling out the turnip.

The moment she broke through the ground, Mo Yi saw her face clearly, beauty and heroism coexisted, the eyelashes in her closed eyes were long, her black hair was waist-length like a waterfall, and the peaks under her snow-white neck were even more moving.

"Hey, it's a little familiar. "

Mo Yi raised her eyebrows and stretched out her hand to try to scrape the dirt off that face, but at this time, those beautiful eyes suddenly opened, and Mo Yi's eyes were opposite, and the breathtaking spirit burst out, her cherry lips opened slightly, and a punch burst out!

Every line on the arm was shaking evenly, and Wu's will rushed up from the slender body, this punch contained the way of extreme martial arts, and it was going to blow Mo Yi's dog head with one punch.

"Ah, it's you. "

Seeing this punch, Mo Yi immediately understood who the beauty in front of him was, no wonder it was familiar, this was the girl who had fought with Fu Xia Zhen before, it seemed to be called a chicken......

Oh yes, Gongsun Weak Chicken.

As the name suggests, the punch that is struggling is also very weak, not even one percent of the artistic conception of Gongsun Ruoji when she was in her heyday, Mo Yi doesn't even need to take a sword, and the gray mana with the power of annihilation is wrapped in one hand and is 5.3.

extinguished the true intent of the martial arts on the fist, and Mo Yi withdrew the power of annihilation, otherwise this chick would have to be a female version of Yang Guo in the future, and she was not in the mood to be a little dragon girl.

Before Mo Yi could say anything, Gongsun Ruoji fainted, and it seemed that this blow had consumed her last will.

Mo Yi turned his head to look at the big hole that Gongsun Ruoji had brought out, there was a long cave connected to it, and it was thought that it was buried too deep and dug all the way, which took a lot of time and effort.

is lucky enough, otherwise I don't know how to die under the light of white light.

On the white ground, Mo Yi scratched his cheek and stood casually, he looked down at the paralyzed and fainting girl in his hand, thinking about whether he should do something.

The white clouds in the sky drifted until they drifted towards the horizon and the whole world became one. _

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