Dizun, why are you on fire again?

Chapter 817 Who Are You, Who Am I?
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A small stream murmured from a distant mountain, and the water flowed eastward, never to return.

"Floating for a hundred years, its life is like floating, and its death is like resting. A dream returns, a reincarnation. Whether a dream is true or not, return to the melting pot, and the honor and disgrace of a lifetime will be false."

Dongchi Li sang this ancient and mysterious ballad in her mouth. In the past, she didn't feel desolate when she sang it from her mouth, but at this time, she sang it, and there was sadness and desolation in her eyes.

Leaning on the old wooden trunk, she swayed her legs slightly, swayed the branch in her hand, closed her eyes slowly, and carefully felt the space around her.

Terrifyingly, for no reason, a teardrop slipped from the corner of her eye.

The eyeballs dripped on the tip of the grass beside him, splashed into several small water droplets, and immediately fell into the soil, leaving no trace.

In the past thousands of years, with the coming of cold and the hot and the windy, she often leaned on this place, completely unclear about her purpose.

When the heavy snow fell, she was like an old monk in meditation, motionless, waiting for the passing of the cold winter.

When the sun is shining brightly, she counts the swallows, the prosperity is blooming, and she tastes the wind to thin the trees.

As the seasons change and the years pass by, she has seen how many lives and deaths, from gods and humans to flowers and trees.

Inexplicable confusion always haunts her.

Why do all things have to live and die?Why are there living things and dead things in this world?Why is this world so relative?

Where there is black there is white, where there is life there is death, and where there is right and evil.

But who can completely define these relative right and wrong?
What is black and white, what is life and death, what is good and evil?Why does everyone always have such different views on these opposite things in everyone's mind, and can even subjectively reverse the position of these things.

She has reached the peak of God of Transcending Tribulation, but Dongchi Li has been unable to break through the Tribulation of Life and Death on her body. She doesn't even know when she will have the opportunity to break through to Xuanwu God. The divine power in her body has clearly expanded, and the power of faith is still Drilling into her body continuously.

Why even she is born of opposites.

She is clearly alive, but everything on her body seems to say that she is dead.

The blood of the dragon corpse has completely replaced everything about her, but her consciousness is only her own. So is she alive or dead?
Thinking about it, Dong Chili became a little irritable. She grabbed the branch in her hand and tore off the leaves one by one: "I am alive...I am dead...alive...dead..."

For some reason, as she counted, Dongchi Li felt her body getting hotter and hotter, her head was a little swollen from the heat, and she even felt her throat was a little sweet, as if a mouthful of blood was about to gush out.

This hotness ignited a certain opportunity in Dongchi Li's body, and it was out of control.

Dong Chili's eyes gradually faded away, she continued to hold back the pressure in her throat, and continued to tear: "Alive... dead... alive... dead..."

I don't know when it started, Dongchi Li's body didn't seem to be cold in the exiled land, maybe when she became a demigod, maybe when she became the God of Crossing Tribulation, she began to sweat, or hot sweat, or Cold sweat, skin color gradually became rosy with blood.

She was far from the pale face of the person with the blood of Yueye. Although her hair was still white, when she stood with the Tibetan dreamer, she seemed to be more angry.

However, her spirit was not as clear-headed as she was in the exiled land.

The leaves fell to his side one by one, and the wind blew, and the leaves rose high with the wind.

Among them, several leaves were stained with blood.

It turned out that blood was overflowing from the corner of his mouth. Dong Chili wiped the corner of his mouth, and then continued to count the leaves.

"Enough is enough, idiot, stop counting! Your body is getting hotter and hotter, and my purple jade space has melted!" A wisp of cloud quickly floated out from Dong Chili's chest, and turned into a With Xi Mang's appearance, he frowned coldly and shouted at Dong Chili.

Dong Chili didn't pay attention to Xi Mang, as if he didn't notice Xi Mang came out: "Alive... dead... alive... dead..."

Without further ado, Xi Mang stretched out his hand to grab the branch in Dong Chili's hand, but suddenly he was blown back by a burst of heat. He raised his hand to look at his right hand, and found that it was already completely red.

"Damn it, I've been burned before I even touched her?" Xi Mang's face turned livid, but he stretched out more arrogantly, grabbed Dong Chili's left hand, and tore off the branch. As soon as the branch came into his hands, it was instantly turned into a branch of ice by him, and then it was shaken, and the branch of ice shattered and scattered with the wind.

The leaves on the branches were not finished yet, but Dong Chili just said: "Dead..."

There was a flash of pain in Xi Mang's dark green eyes, and when he stretched out his right hand to look at it, it was scorched red. How cold was his body, how could he be scalded by Dong Chili?
"Idiot, you hurt me, you—" He raised his head, but met Dong Chili's red and terrifying eyes.

Dongchili read blankly: "I am dead, dead!" A murderous aura surged from her body in an instant, and her voice became more urgent and sharper, "I am dead!" Dead! Dead! Why am I dead, but you are alive? I want you to accompany me, die!"

Xi Mang was taken aback, and took a few steps back, his handsome face was so ugly: "What are you talking nonsense about? Are you burnt out? What's dead or not? Idiot, look who I am!"

Dong Chili stood up, approaching Xi Mang with a strong murderous aura.

Only then did Xi Mang's face change, and he took a few steps back quickly, and muttered to himself: "Damn, this idiot must break through the Xuanwu God, and he is also going to die! This is probably the strongest one Death."

He looked around for a while, then gritted his teeth: "We must stop her."

After all, he stretched out the wings on his back and rushed towards Dong Chili. His strength has recovered a lot in these thousands of years, and his speed is already comparable to the peak of Xinyuanshen!
At this time, Dongchi Li's mind was in chaos. Besides blood red, it was still blood red, and it was so hot that it was terrifyingly red. Totally blurry.

"Furnace...False...Furnace! False!"

Covered by a bloody curtain, she saw everything was a blood-red blur, she could only take a rough look, but she couldn't recognize who it was, and even her memory was burning red, and she couldn't remember anything.

In a trance, she saw a fast figure swooping towards her.A thought suddenly popped up in the chaotic mind: this person is here to kill her, she can't sit still, she wants to fight back!
"Who are you, who am I!" She roared in a low voice, "I want... to kill you!"

Destroy the soul at a glance, and meet him with a single shot!
(End of this chapter)