Then, Black Ball saw the light on the knife. It looked like the rising sun at first, and then turned into the blazing light at noon. No one can keep looking at the noon sun, not even chaos.

Datian Mountain shook violently, and a gap opened in the mountain. Many large and small stones rolled down from the top of the mountain, and then there was a mighty avalanche.

The old ghost mouse lying on the desert looked at the snow

He was a little panicked when it collapsed, but he still couldn't move or hide. He could only watch the snow rushing toward him.

The desert was a bit hot and the school was a bit cold, so the moment the two parties came into contact, a thick fog filled the desert.

Old Youshu felt like he was about to be steamed.

"Ah......"

He talked to himself.

"So what if you go in? After all, people can't be too conceited... In the past, it couldn't get out even if it wanted to, but now you can't get out even if you want to."

Speaking of this, the old Youshu sighed, as if he was a little regretful.

Then, I had a stomachache, very painful.

The young swordsman may never come out again, but his belly won't close either.

It cannot remove the restriction left on his stomach. After all, he is just a guy who can't even fight. The only thing he is good at is living.

"Why...is this happening?"

The old Youshu's originally calm face showed fear and uneasiness again, and the fear and uneasiness in its round eyes became even stronger.

Because it not only felt pain, but also felt death.

Its fur, which originally looked very white and beautiful, is gradually losing its color. Although this process is not fast, it knows that this is the departure of life.

It should not die, because it is not alive.

"Could it be..."

The old Youshu thought of a possibility, but he couldn't accept this possibility. How could a person win if he entered the Youquan, the land of chaos?

At this moment, a voice appeared in Old Youshu's mind.

"It's true that I can't win, but I just want not to lose...that's good

,What do you think?"

Old Youshu answered with three words, which was very hard to hear.

Its fur began to fade and become old at a faster rate. It was originally fair and white, but now it is gray-brown and dry.

"More than a thousand years ago, there was a saint named Jiujie who transformed into Heaven. I went up to see him and he was very strong... I know I can't beat him. He has already transformed into Heaven. How can I win?"

"But it's still the same... My character is destined to be like this. I can't win and I don't want to lose, so he is for the sky and I am for the earth."

"I will live here. I will live here as long as he lives in Tianse. Youquan is better than the sky. It is very flat here."

After saying these words, the old Youshu heard another moan that seemed to be very comfortable. He could even imagine what the tired young swordsman looked like when he lay down on the flat ground and made this sound.

"Now there are people in the sky and people on the ground, one each... But this is just the beginning. In the future, more people will fly to the sky and more people will come to the ground. Believe it or not, they are all mortals.

?”

Old Youshu asked before closing his eyes.

"Did you kill him?"

"No, I just hurt him. I'm here to recuperate, and he goes back to recuperate. The next time, it will be the same again, back and forth, maybe forever."

The young swordsman said: "I will leave a voice in your mind. When someone finds this place in the future, I will tell him my story. If the entangled saint from a thousand years ago can leave the story, I must also leave it."

, when people in future generations worship him, they must also worship me..."

"I gotta tell that little guy, he keeps shouting

I, Mr. Qian, Mr. Qian, never know my name... This is not good, how can you praise my merits if you don’t know my name?"

"My name is Qian Qingcang... Qian Qingcang of Wanxiang Sect. I like to fake death, but this time I won't fake death. I will live forever because I am... a very awesome person.
Chapter completed!