Girl dies in her dream life every day

Luo Xue put down the natural disaster engine. She saw Nangong's appearance and instantly understood what the quarter of an hour that Nangong had just referred to was.

However, before she could speak, Nangong said softly,

"Don't be sad for me, Luo Xue. I was already dead, and you let me live for a while longer. Seeing that the regrets of the past have been made up, I am already satisfied."

"But, senior..."

Luo Xue wanted to say something but stopped herself. The words were on the tip of her tongue but she couldn't say them.

"You are the one who needs to worry about you, and you are the one whom I need to feel guilty about." A hint of sadness flashed across Nangong's eyes, "In the few breaths after I disappear, your soul and body will lose balance and begin to collapse, but there is nothing I can do about it...

"To embark on the road to the end means to be with the end. So far, no living being has been able to perfectly merge with the end. Even if it is the Phoenix Honored and the Phoenix Honored, one must be sacrificed in order to save the other."

"...what?"

Hearing the news, Luo Xue was stunned.

"Didn't she tell you?" Nangong's eyes fell on the silent purple bird beside Luo Xue, "I'm sorry, I said too much, but now that I have said this, I will say a few more words.

"Phoenix Reverend chose to perish for Phoenix Reverend. As long as the two of them exist, withering and immortality are incompatible. Sooner or later, one will completely crush the other and completely monopolize the avenue of the end. The other will disappear and not even a trace will remain in the world."

"..."

Luo Xue was silent and looked at the purple bird.

This is the reason why Huang Zun wanted to commit suicide. However, because of her character, she was unwilling to admit it and she didn't dare to meet her sister, so she kept insisting that she had a grudge.

Feng Zun stayed in the withered sea of ​​blood for who knows how many years, waiting for an answer that was impossible to get.

"This is the scene that is being played out in your current body. Withering and Immortality are destroying each other. But no matter which side wins in the end, you as a battlefield will not be able to survive in this world."

Nangong sighed deeply, "What a pity... If my consciousness could last longer, I could still maintain a state of balance by treating the symptoms, but now... you can only trust yourself."

She didn't say she was counting on a miracle, but even a miracle couldn't counter the power of the Avenue of the End.

As the words fell, Nangong's shadow became dimmer, and her consciousness had reached its limit.

When it was about to dissipate, Nangong subconsciously looked into the distance, which was the direction of Guixu where the four regions of Jiuzhou were located.

What made her most happy was that the protection before her death had finally preserved a trace of fire.

As the blood shadow dissipated, the last trace left in this world by the ancestor of the Nangong clan, the lord of the four regions of Jiuzhou, the Nangong God of War who had made all forces tremble in fear since ancient times, finally dissipated with the wind.

Chapter 249: Xiaoyao and Ah Chou, No Need to Part Again

As Nangong’s figure disappeared, Luo Xue’s originally clear consciousness became a little blurred.

She realized that the conflict between her body and soul had reached its limit and that there was not much time left.

"I wonder if I can return to another world after this death..."

This thought emerged in Luo Xue's mind. She had already seen through the truth of the entire universe and understood that the post-apocalyptic world was actually just one of the inconspicuous fragments of the world in the universe.

However, this still does not explain why she is able to travel back and forth between the two worlds through death.

After a long sigh, Luo Xue picked up the natural disaster engine and walked out of the fairy boat.

The Withered Blood Sea, which was a little further away, was brought to the vicinity of the Immortal Boat by Nangong. Luo Xue walked to the blood sea easily, hugged the natural disaster engine, and jumped.

Her soul had begun to be eroded by withering, her immortal will was gradually disappearing, and the withering will brought her to the brink of extinction.

At this moment, some strange noises came into her ears. Luo Xue reluctantly opened her eyes and looked in the direction of the movement.

A large black shadow was sailing slowly in Guixu, approaching the direction of the immortal boat.

"This is..."

Luo Xue focused her attention a little and after seeing the truth of the black shadow, her pupils shrank sharply, "This is... the Immortal Slaughter Formation!"

That’s right, this piece of black shadow is an entire Xianlu formation, the same Xianlu formation that had previously hunted down Luo Xue with Wei.

After losing the guards as guides, the Xianlu Fleet should have been completely lost, but for some reason, they were able to sail to the place where the Xianzhou was dead.

Soon, Luo Xue knew the answer.

It was seen that the monks in the Xianlu formation no longer had any human appearance. They had all turned into a form similar to Wei's before his death. Filthy flesh and blood occupied their bodies, like a group of crazy monsters of disaster.

However, these evil monsters can still continue to manipulate Xianlu, as if they have not completely lost their minds.

This Immortal Killing Fleet, composed entirely of disaster monsters, sailed to the vicinity of the Deathly Silence Immortal Boat, not to continue chasing Luo Xue. They did not even look at the Withering Blood Sea, but headed straight for the Deathly Silence Immortal Boat without any pause.

Just as Luo Xue was surprised, she saw that when the Xianlu fleet collided with the Xianboat, there was no sound.

Because...the Deathly Silence Immortal Boat swallowed up the Immortal Slaughter Fleet.

When all the immortal swords collided with the immortal boat, they seemed to have life, crushing each other, merging with each other, and finally strangely became one. All the cultivators on the immortal swords who turned into disasters and monsters boarded this immortal boat.

It was not until this time that Luo Xue finally cast her eyes for the first time towards the last few immortal boats that she had not arrived at. For an instant, her scalp went numb.

"how so..."

These immortal boats that she did not board were densely packed with evil monsters. From the armor fragments remaining on their bodies, it could be seen that they were all immortal soldiers in their lifetime, but now they had lost themselves in Guixu and became monsters similar to the evil demons from outside the domain.

Luo Xue suddenly understood why Wei tried his best to kill her. It was not because of the mystery of Emperor Dugu's origin, but because of the scene before him.

Emperor Dugu...has always personally sent his Immortal Slaughter Army into Guixu, turning them into disaster monsters that occupy these tragic legacies of ancient times.

Except for the wandering immortal boat that Luo Xue boarded, all the other immortal boats have been occupied by disasters and monsters. Even the boat bodies are showing signs of alienation. They will soon merge with these disasters and monsters, turning into existences far more terrifying than the evil demons from outside the domain.

Luo Xue knew very well that this could not be an accident, it was something that Emperor Dugu did intentionally.

"No wonder they want to kill me... If other forces knew the secret of Emperor Dugu, he would definitely not survive." Luo Xue's mouth showed a bit of bitterness, "What a pity..."

No one wants to see Emperor Dugu controlling such a powerful force, not just because this power comes from Guixu.

As long as this top secret is exposed, Emperor Dugu will be attacked by thousands of people, and even his ally, the Nangong clan, will not let him go.

But... now there is no possibility of exposure. Luo Xue, the only one who knows the truth, is about to die here and be buried in Guixu along with this secret.

Luo Xue slowly closed her eyes. The thick, water-like force of withering around her drowned her. Immersed in the sea water, she vaguely recalled her first death in the past.

At that time, she was still very weak, just an ordinary mortal, and could only rely on her poisonous body to find a way of survival for Xiaoyao.

But now...what's the difference from the past?

Vaguely, Luo Xue seemed to have returned to that time again. Helplessness and fear gradually crept into her heart. The only thing that supported her to move forward was the heart-wrenching cry behind her.

"Ah Chou, Ah Chou..."

It seemed like I heard Xiaoyao's voice again.

Luo Xue struggled to open her heavy eyelids, but everywhere she looked was endless blood, and there was no trace of her own figure.

It's an illusion...

Luo Xue closed her eyes again, and the familiar silence came over her.

Another death.

The fear of approaching death gradually emerged. Even though she had experienced it several times, Luo Xue still felt a great terror coming towards her. This is the inevitable destination of all living beings and also the destination that all living beings fear the most.

Luo Xue subconsciously curled up her body, preparing to face the coming of death.

But...what comes before death is a warm embrace.

"Achou... don't die..."

"I said...don't die!"

Luo Xue opened her eyes suddenly, and what she saw was a pair of beautiful eyes with tears in them, and a familiar and beautiful face.

"Xiaoyao..."

Luo Xue stretched out her hand, but was unable to reach the other person, so she dropped it.

"Senior, this, this, this...what do you say we should do?" Xiao Yao's voice was tearful and she sounded quite anxious.

"First of all, you shouldn't call me senior. Secondly, I have no other choice." A cold voice sounded, "If I had a way, why would I call you here... Tsk, I really don't want to see this guy."

"Xiaoyao, go get her withered body first," the other person's voice was familiar and cold, but it contained some complexity that could not be concealed. "As for Huang, your matter... we'll talk about it later."

When her consciousness was completely lost, Luo Xue could only hear these voices ringing in her ears, but could not identify their owners.

With a heavy sense of sleepiness, Luo Xue's world fell into almost eternal darkness.

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"Can you hear me? Ah Chou...can you hear me?"

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"Ah Ugly... Ah Ugly..."

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When Luo Xue's hazy consciousness gradually woke up, she did not see the same darkness and silence as before, but endless scarlet.

These scarlet colors are not dazzling, just like the fog that covers the whole world.

Luo Xue opened her eyes blankly, and when she realized what was going on, she was suddenly startled.

"No! I should be in some conscious space, but now this is..."

Luo Xue quickly opened the panel, but found that the previously normal panel was messed up, with almost all garbled characters, and the content could not be seen at all.

At the same time, there were whispers in her ears, familiar but difficult to recall.

In addition, Luo Xue could feel two forces tearing at her consciousness, as if taking her somewhere.

Luo Xue wanted to stand up, but found that where she was lying was an endless sea of ​​blood. The sound of splashing water blurred her perception, but made the volume of the whispers several degrees higher.

"A Chou! Can you hear me? I'm Xiaoyao..."

It’s Xiaoyao!

Luo Xue finally remembered where this familiarity came from. She stretched out her hand in the direction where the whisper came from. In the mist that should have been empty, a small, soft hand gently held her.

As if to protect, as if to express regret, the little hand held her, showing pity but not letting go tightly, for fear that if he let go, it would mean an eternal separation.

But...

Luo Xue was still hesitating.

What made her hesitate was not Xiaoyao herself, but whether all this was real.

What she was worried about was that something strange would use Xiaoyao's hand to lead her into an unknown abyss.

The current situation has changed greatly compared to the past. While Luo Xue was excited, she also maintained a certain calmness.

She didn't dare to gamble, even though the other person gave her a very real feeling.

At this moment of hesitation, the owner of the little hand gradually appeared, and she was stepping into this space of consciousness.

At this moment, two similar voices stopped at the same time.

"Xiaoyao! No!"

"Don't step into her consciousness! She has already fallen into Guixu and has been to the Wandering Immortal Boat. Whether the real her still exists... is a question."

"If you are not careful, you may also fall into delusion and be unable to extricate yourself. At that time, neither I nor Huang... can save you."

The petite figure paused for a moment. Su Yiyao was facing the same dilemma as Luo Xue.

She had the same hesitation. What if the Luo Xue in front of her was no longer Luo Xue, what if the Achou of the past had completely disappeared...what should she do?

Has she been deceived by the false construct of Ah Chou and is about to step into an irreversible abyss?

Luo Xue also heard these whispers and subconsciously relaxed a little.

It’s not that she didn’t believe Xiaoyao and these words, but... she believed them.

"Yes, I have died in Guixu... I even came into contact with the Wandering Immortal Boat... I can't even confirm whether I am the same person now as before."

Luo Xue sighed and chose to let go.

Regardless of whether the Xiaoyao she saw was real or fake, or whether there had been some changes in herself now, this choice... was undoubtedly the best for Xiaoyao.

Xiaoyao doesn't have to take any risks, all the dangers are borne by her, just like back then.

But just when Luo Xue was about to let go of her hands, the petite figure seemed to have made up her mind. She resolutely held Luo Xue's hands and stepped into this empty space of consciousness.

The other two voices followed with a long sigh and completely fell silent, breaking the last link between the real world and the consciousness space.