the first god

Chapter 574 Misery
Ma Yunteng suddenly realized that the old hero Qi is upright and upright. This is to leave a way for future generations. Ma Yunteng bowed to the grave again, no longer hesitated, and jumped into the pattern, only to hear the wind blowing in his ears, and the surroundings are endless He was about to be teleported, and at this moment the space trembled, "Not good" Ma Yunteng was shocked, as if something was destroying the array.

This is a void space, the formation map is broken, and at the slightest, it is sent to other places by the inverse chaos, and at the worst, it is crushed into nothingness. Ma Yunteng hurriedly flew with his sword, and there was a loud "bang", Ma Yunteng's eyes went dark, and the formation The picture was destroyed, "don't" Ma Yunteng yelled.

'Shua' saw that Ma Yunteng was thrown out, and he broke out in a cold sweat. Fortunately, he was not crushed and rushed out.But he was immediately faced with another problem. There seemed to be a thousand-meter-high cliff on both sides of a valley, which was almost unattainable. Did not walk out of Luomojian.

It's better than waiting to die. Ma Yunteng made up his mind and walked forward. As long as there is a glimmer of hope, Ma Yunteng will not give up. Although he may encounter unknown existences, there is no way out now.

After walking for a long time, Ma Yunteng noticed something unusual. He didn't even see a single skeleton in this area, and the sign in his hand no longer glowed. There seemed to be no magic energy here, but what is the black smoke in front of him?According to Ma Yunteng's calculation, even if this place is not the center of Mojian, it is not far away.

The array broke up very quickly, and he couldn't go far in such a short time, how could he be so calm?When things go wrong, there must be monsters. Ma Yunteng dared not be careless. He stopped and observed the surrounding environment carefully. As before, the place was extremely desolate, with no grass growing and exposed rocks everywhere. He was very disturbed, and walked slowly towards the mountain wall. Walking forward, the valley seems surprisingly large.

Ma Yunteng walked for a long time without seeing the end. The longer Ma Yunteng was anxious, the worse it would be. He didn't dare to delay any longer. He stepped on Lingxu nine turns and rushed forward. After another hour, Ma Yunteng found that he was still walking. Not out of the valley.

"Damn it, how big is this valley." He looked at a piece of gravel in front of him, and rushed forward. After more than half an hour of tossing, Ma Yunteng found that he still couldn't get close to the entrance of the valley. What the hell kind of place is it?" And at this moment, he suddenly found a figure in front of him with his back turned to him.

Ma Yunteng felt very familiar, only to see that person kicked away the gravel in front of him and said: "Damn it, how big is this valley?" Then he rushed forward without looking back, and Ma Yunteng suddenly stared Open wide, isn't this the footwork of Ling Xu Nine Turns?

Could this person be Ling Xu's disciple?Thinking of this, Ma Yunteng chased without hesitation, and after another half an hour, Ma Yunteng saw the figure in front of him stop from a distance, and Ma Yunteng was about to chase after him with joy in his heart.

But Ma Yunteng, who was shocked by what that person said, immediately stopped in his tracks, "What the hell is this place?"He looked at the big sword on the man's back, and his hair stood on end in fright. Is that my sword?That person is me?
So who am I?Ma Yunteng was in turmoil, it must be an illusion, he recited the meditation technique given by Ma San to calm himself down and looked carefully, only to see that the man seemed to have discovered something and rushed forward without hesitation, and soon disappeared.

Ma Yunteng didn't dare to continue chasing. The valley is very strange. If he guessed correctly, that person must have seen himself an hour ago and chased him down, so that means that half an hour later, he will also come Where I am now, Ma Yunteng feels trembling, but whether it is a man or a ghost, he has decided to take him down first.

Ma Yunteng jumped up the cliff, and waited for that person to appear. As expected, half an hour later, a figure came rushing in. Ma Yunteng held his breath, and he carefully looked at the person's face With every move and every move, he seized the opportunity and slashed down instantly with a big sword in his hand.

The man reacted quite quickly, turned around, and "when" the two swords collided, they quickly separated and faced each other. After seeing his face at close range, Ma Yunteng's heart trembled wildly. That man looked exactly like him.

"What kind of ghost are you? Why do you want to look like me?" Ma Yunteng asked. Unexpectedly, the man opposite pointed at Ma Yunteng with a big sword in his hand, "What kind of ghost are you? Why did you want to look like me."

Ma Yunteng was furious. He had never seen such a shameless person pretending to be himself, and was pointed at his nose and asked. Without saying a word, he raised his sword and slashed at him.

The fake Ma Yunteng did not show any weakness, and raised his sword to kill. Soon the two fought together. Ma Yunteng opened and closed the big sword in his hand, intertwining horizontally and vertically. , what the hell is this.

Ma Yunteng slashed his sword horizontally and retreated, shouting: "It depends on whether you can learn this trick." The stars flew out and converged to the tip of the sword, a bright star flashed out, Ma Yunteng threw it at the fake Ma Yunteng without hesitation, the fake Ma Yunteng immediately changed color, he used "Qingyun Nine Swords" without hesitation, But reaching the stars with one sword is too fast, and the distance between them is so close.

"Pfft..." Fake Ma Yunteng looked at the bloody hole in his chest in disbelief, "You..." fell down suddenly.

When Ma Yunteng came to the corpse, he was about to pick his face with a sword. At this moment, the corpse suddenly exploded and turned into a wave of demonic energy. At the same time, the world changed drastically, the demonic energy receded, and the cliffs on both sides quickly disappeared into the horizon , the eyes are clear.

As if entering another world, the mountains towered in the distance, the endless prairie appeared before Ma Yunteng's eyes, and a big river roared not far away with a rumbling sound.

At this time, Ma Yunteng's pupils contracted for a while, because he saw a person standing on the bank of the river, this person was dressed in white, looking at the sky with his hands behind his back, behind him was the rushing river, and an invincible momentum permeated the entire space.

Ma Yunteng was so shocked that he took three steps back and pointed at the man with trembling fingers, unable to speak. The man in white noticed that Ma Yunteng was walking towards him with a smile. He came walking leisurely, but no matter how fast Ren Ma Yunteng retreated, he couldn't keep the distance.

At this moment, the man suddenly stopped moving. He looked at Ma Yunteng with a smile on his face, and his charming phoenix eyes narrowed: "A person who can defeat himself, why is he so timid? Am I so scary?"

Ma Yunteng was horrified to the extreme. Hearing what the man in white said, he suddenly stopped and looked back: "Is it your fault?"

The man in white took a step forward, and came to Ma Yunteng in just one step: "Hehe! I was just joking with you."

Looking at the man in white at such a close distance, Ma Yunteng's eyes are almost straightened. It can be said that the man in white is beautiful, really beautiful. If it is a girl's face, Ma Yunteng will definitely put all kinds of beautiful words on it, but he It happened to be a man, an unpredictable man, such a face made Ma Yunteng feel extremely strange.

"Why are you looking at me like this? Am I pretty?" the man in white asked softly.

Ma Yunteng came back to his senses and hurriedly backed away. This is definitely a very strong character.

"Don't worry, I have no ill intentions toward you." The man in white flicked his sleeves and turned around.

Ma Yunteng didn't dare to be careless and said: "You killed the old village master and those three people?"

"What old village master?" The man in white turned around and asked with a smile.

Ma Yunteng was trembling all over, not just fear in his heart, he couldn't bear the majesty of a strong man.

"It's the old man holding the Xinghe Great Sword three years ago, and the man in black holding a painting scroll." Ma Yunteng said, his words trembling a little.

"Oh! I understand who you're talking about. It's true that I killed it. Hehe, that old guy really has a lot of life. After death, he broke through and stood up again, and became a god." The man in white said flatly, as if to say A trivial thing.

After getting an affirmative answer, Ma Yunteng became even more untenable, and said tremblingly: "Who are you?"

"My name is Cang, and I'm an ordinary person." The man in white replied with a smile.

"Cang Cang?" Ma Yunteng suddenly remembered the war song of the old village master, "Zhan Cang has fallen, and he still cares about it in his dreams. He is a prodigal son in a hundred years, drunk and dancing on the battlefield." "Cang Cang..." Ma Yunteng stomped Stepping back, "Are you the God King?"

"I said, I'm just an ordinary person." The man in white said.

Just kidding, the people who overthrow the four masters with their bare hands will be ordinary people. Ma Yunteng doesn't believe his nonsense at all: "What is this place? You brought me here?"

"This is Luomojian, I hope you brought you here." The man in white said with a smile.

"Why is it still Luomojian here?" Ma Yunteng was horrified, he thought he had come out.

"Of course not, where do you think it would be?"

Hearing his affirmation, Ma Yunteng was in despair: "You arrested me, what do you want?"

"Don't be so ugly, I invited you here, and I don't want to do anything to you, I just want to chat with you." The man in white said.

Now Ma Yunteng has nothing to be afraid of. The other party's strength is overwhelming and it is easy to kill him. It is better to talk generously: "Chat? Okay, what do you want to talk about?"

The man in white glanced at Ma Yunteng, then suddenly looked up at the sky and let out a long sigh: "Oh..."

"Talk about that place."

"That place?" Ma Yunteng also looked towards the sky.

"What is there to talk about in the sky?" Ma Yunteng asked.

Cang did not answer Ma Yunteng asked instead: "Can you compose poetry?"

"Compose poetry? No?" Ma Yunteng was puzzled, and made a good poem. How could I have the mood to recite poems against a murderous guy like you.

Cang stared at Ma Yunteng, his beautiful eyes twinkled, with a look of sadness and nostalgia, as if he was looking at an old friend, the sad feelings were clearly revealed, Ma Yunteng saw it in his eyes, and asked: "What do you think I am doing?" ?”

"Hehe! You're not a woman, can't you take a look?" Cang Tiao laughed.

Hearing Ma Yunteng's heart moved, what a familiar sentence, he had said the same words to Ma San, and when he thought of Ma San, his heart ached again, and his eyes turned red unknowingly.

"I have to avenge my revenge with my own hands. You already understand the brotherhood, so what to do is up to you." Cang's voice suddenly reminded him.

"You already knew that we came to Luomojian, and you also saw the death of the third brother." Ma Yunteng suddenly woke up and asked roaringly.

"Remember that before you have enough strength, don't yell in front of the strong, or you will die miserably. I did see everything. Your brother died miserably and was disembowelled. The blood was sucked dry, and all the bones were drawn out of the body."

"Stop talking, what exactly do you want? You devil, why didn't you save him." Ma Yunteng yelled frantically.

"Why should I save him? I don't know her well, so I don't have that obligation." Cang suddenly said with a cold tone.

"Why? Why?" Ma Yunteng cried bitterly as he lay limp on the ground.

"Look at what you look like now? A coward? Hehe, you don't deserve the word. Who can blame you for not being strong enough? You have a cowardly but reckless personality. You think that with a sword in your hand, you can kill anyone." Cut it?" Cang said coldly.

"Shut up, I'm going to kill you." Ma Yunteng roared, stabbing Cang with the big sword in his hand.

Cang didn't dodge, stretched out a finger and lightly flicked on the sword body, and the big sword was thrown far away like flying.

"Look at what you look like now, like a waste." Cang sneered.

Ma Yunteng looked at him fiercely, but was speechless.

"Looks can't kill people, get up and compose poems with me." Cang pulled Ma Yunteng up and quickly flew deep into the grassland.

"Let go of me, you inhuman demon king." Ma Yunteng yelled.

Cang ignored him, and not long after, he came to a large hall, which was extremely spacious and majestic. The majestic and majestic hall was silent on the grassland, with carved beams and painted buildings, noble and luxurious, glowing with dazzling golden light.

"What is this place, what did you bring me here for?" Ma Yunteng shouted.

"Compose poetry." Cang said.

"I can't and don't want to compose poems with you." Ma Yunteng said.As soon as Ma Yunteng finished speaking, I saw Cang staring at him in a daze. His eyes were full of misery and loss, but also infinite nostalgia and even longing. Those eyes conveyed many complicated emotions.
Ma Yunteng was taken aback, how could this happen, how could I feel a little bit of reluctance for those eyes, "Okay! Let's write poetry." Ma Yunteng compromised.

Ma Yunteng noticed that Cang's eyes changed immediately, with joy, sadness, and contradictory feelings.What kind of person is he?Ma Yunteng's thoughts ran wildly.

Cang took Ma Yunteng to the roof of the main hall. At this time, the sky was already dark, the sky was full of stars, and a desolate breath came over the surface. Ma Yunteng was infected, and the sadness in his heart spread rapidly.

"Wake up and talk about empty dreams, all flowers fall deep into the well, I don't know where you are, and when we meet." Cang read this poem casually, and Ma Yunteng's sadness was infinitely enlarged after listening to it. This is a longing poem. He looked at Cang, and Cang also looked at him, "What kind of story do you want to tell me?" Ma Yunteng asked sadly.

(End of this chapter)