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Lu Zhengkang nodded to him, turned around and walked two steps, turning around, the pulse was still standing in place, looking at the source mountain in the sky.

He didn't intend to continue the journey, and he stopped singing.

Lu Zhengkang stared at the pulse, and finally turned around and continued on his journey alone.

There are many viewers who come to the land of predestined flow, but their goals are different.Some people are obviously on the journey, but stop.The biggest advantage here is that if you don’t continue to travel, time will not move forward. It doesn’t hurt to stay in one place forever. You always live in a certain time fragment and reside at a certain point in space.The encounter of all people in the world is nothing more than the encounter of two time fragments, but there is a peaceful meeting, and there is also a mutual aid.

Lu Zhengkang sang to the pulse, this time, he really wanted to leave.

He remembered that when he came last time, there were not so many weird people... Maybe he was more careful.

As time went by, Lu Zhengkang approached Yuanliu Mountain, the sun's light dimmed slightly, and the lustre of the pink cherry blossoms in the desert faded unknowingly. It seemed to be getting colder. Lu Zhengkang knew that the air was getting cold, and the low temperature would If you erase your thinking, your memory will gradually become blurred.

In the Sanctuary of Quicksand, Lu Zhengkang arrived here for the seventh time. This is the only area still in operation. The cloth creatures swim among the energy pipes and high towers, driving the ancient totem machine to rotate-just idling, here There is no need to use these power things, just like a heart leaving the body still beating in vain in the blood flow.

The cloth creature took Lu Zhengkang to the top. There are hundreds of cloth creatures trapped here. Lu Zhengkang knows the road well, and he will rescue these guys: the seventh time.

Singing in front of the ancient star falling monument, the beam of light fell, and Lu Zhengkang meditated cross-legged.

In the space of pure white thinking, the white-robed elder stared silently, he sang, and continued to tell the story of the land of predestined flow...

Lu Zhengkang doesn’t care about this. He really doesn’t care. If civilization changes, everything will end. For a person who is about to be liberated, he is destined to not see the day when Shangyuan stays. He lives in the present, he does not. In the past, he will not face the desperate future after forgotten. He lives for the life of a short mayfly... Su Xiangli, my Susu, if it weren’t for you, I’m the Ning Cai cruising up and down the river, It is the hanging vines from the tower, the empty kick drum, you pick me up, you weave me, you caress me, and I will eventually take your catkins.

Chapter 891: Yuan, Hao

Lu Zhengkang awakened from meditation. He sat cross-legged and looked around, and found that there was a red robe falling star beside him.

The falling star was still meditating, and Lu Zhengkang was waiting for him patiently.

The space-time structure of Yuanliudi is so strange. The close distance in space means that the timeline is close... if you stay farther away, the timeline will split.The fate is so big, there are many falling stars, and it is not surprising that Lu Zhengkang encounters anyone.

He was thinking about it, the eagerness in his heart eager to see his beloved goodbye. At this time, his companion awoke.

Lu Zhengkang sings naturally: Deer.

The companion replied sadly: Yuan.

At this time, the pipeline gates of the Quicksand Sanctuary opened one by one, and all the restrained cloth creatures were released.Just like the flying birds that startled in the deep forest, their refreshing singing and resonating everywhere for a while, they seem to be one body, showing strong vitality.

This is the seventh time Lu Zhengkang has seen such a scene: every reincarnation is actually the same.The road from the remote desert to Yuanliu Mountain is the road from the beginning to the end. It is like a tape. It is the song over and over again, but the tape is also worn out.

The fewer viewers, the stronger the power of predestined living. The scene in front of Lu Zhengkang is already the eve of the end. I really don’t know that besides him, there will be more viewers...maybe not many After that, it will inevitably decrease gradually. At that time, the pilgrimage path may be completely closed. If there is a falling star, there will be no return. At that time, there will really be no more viewers.

This source, a new friend of Lu Zhengkang's new acquaintance, rushed out. He stepped on a cloth creature and let them fly him towards the distant mountains. Lu Zhengkang hurriedly followed.

If the really helpful companion of falling stars is the kind of eager bonfire or even the thriving sun, then this source, he is cold frost and snow, his heart is already dusted, Lu Zhengkang does not know what to do, and then The road is very difficult, especially in the long corridors, there will be sky surveys and floats to hunt down all objects that contain the power of the flow, naturally including the starfallers.If you have an enthusiastic companion, it will definitely be better. They help each other and can fly far and fast.

It's just that Lu Zhengkang thinks like this: After all, he is rushing, others may not.

So many people embark on a hard journey, so many people on a hard journey, everyone is tired.

When Lu Zhengkang came here for the hundredth time, maybe he would be tired too.

Cloth creatures carried them to the inclined valley of the quicksand. On the huge and long ramp, broken gateposts, sky bridges, promenades, terraces, scripture halls, bell towers, and trails protruded from the surface. These are like growing on the quicksand. With dry grass and trees, Lu Zhengkang jumped off the cloth creature, stepped on the ramp, and slid down quickly, as if falling into the deep forest, moving forward, sliding on the slope of quicksand, and the wind cracked his robe. It was like violently beating a burning pine at night, responding to a violent explosion.There were sand waterfalls pouring in the mountains on both sides, and the sound was shaking.

Lu Zhengkang tried to chase the source, but his speed was very fast, and after a while, he turned a few raised ruins and disappeared.This is too far away and their timeline split.

Yuan, he is a tired but indifferent passerby.

Lu Zhengkang thought this way, sliding the sand, and the yellow sun on the sky was falling more and more, and it was pressing his footsteps.

In the scorching sun of twilight, the pale yellow and gray desert was glowing with solemn dark gold halo, soft like the oily light of otter skin.

In this rapid decline, looking at the runes of the wreckage in the distance along the way, Lu Zhengkang kept his balance, flying lightly, trying hard to collect, these are the legacy of the predecessors and should not be wasted.

He slid into the Suigu Long Corridor, and the distant sun was draped on the back of the source of the mountain top, meeting with the gushing light of the flow, the sun was the light of the mountain, all the magnificent gold in the sky, all the light, all the debris, All the relics, all the remnants of the wreckage, all the travellers, all the deserts, all the things, bathing in the light, bathing the edge, only the majestic gold and the deep shadow, the outline and form are squeezed and obliterated, and the world is in collision. Chaos.Lu Zhengkang was flying and dancing. He was sliding along the Suigu Long Corridor. The sand lined up beside his feet, like a shallow wave. The tassels on his back trembled in the wind and the flow of time, dumb and dumb. He was walking in chaos. He is walking in time and space, he is walking in reincarnation, he is walking in the beginning, rushing towards the destiny, the sun is going to set, the golden light is going to disappear, let the light of Yuanliu Mountain be enveloped, let him bathe in the eternal flow , The intense heat almost burned him out, allowing him to exist, exist and exist again, disappearing his form, his name, and his mark, and he still exists.

Lu Zhengkang turned out of the end of the corridor, and the sun was gradually covered by the deep shadows of the distant mountains. He descended and fell towards the deep patio in front of the earth. In the shade covered place, the heat gradually dissipated, and the wind was sad. The chill.

Leaping out of the high point, he fell, like a light paper kite, falling on the pale underground space, Lu Zhengkang reached the lost long corridor.

The faint light above his head was cast from the hole of the pothole. In this area where he was standing, the bleak white light was fainted. The ground was paved like a layer of white sand like snow, and there was a tall door in the dark depths ahead.

Lu Zhengkang was hesitating here, and suddenly another person fell on top of his head, flying lightly beside him for a while.

He sang: Hao.

The warm light spread. Although it is fleeting, Lu Zhengkang still feels extremely relieved. The long tassels hanging behind him are like bitter grass in the water, and are also activated by this warm singing. Played a bit.The companion continued singing until Lu Zhengkang's streamer tassel was fully activated.

Lu Zhengkang responded with singing.

Hao nodded to him, and then walked towards the lofty gate in the dark depths. He was there, singing and activating the ancient star falling monument, looking back, but seeing that Lu Zhengkang was still hesitating, so he began to meditate on his own .

Lu Zhengkang is only one step behind. He is not in a hurry. He wants to stroll around this area. Long stone pillars are scattered everywhere. He found an ancient mural on a mountain wall, which still tells history.

The more glorious and noble the place is, the more we should remember history.

Hao meditated in front of the falling star tablet, and Lu Zhengkang rushed to sit down with his knees.

In the pure white meditation state, the white-robed elder turned his back, Lu Zhengkang looked up, and was not in a hurry.The story that should be told is not less than half a point.However, he also got a warning from it: the power of conditioned life is strengthening, and the road ahead must be careful.

When he woke up, Hao still wandered, thinking that he was waiting for him, Lu Zhengkang sang a signal, and Hao also sang back.

The two set off towards the back of the secluded corridor gate.

Chapter 892

In the long corridor, a few ray of sky light scattered on the top of the dome, reflected in this vacant place, the light and shadow are confused into a layer of blue and blue halo, and it seems to be covered with dust. Here, a little further away will be Not seeing each other's trail, Lu Zhengkang followed his companions, he was very lively, flying around, Lu Zhengkang was a little overwhelmed.

Broken energy pipes are scattered on the white sand. Red silk and cloth creatures are cruising here. Of course, the runes of the predecessors are also indispensable. It can even be said that there are a lot of them, and the deeper you go, the more... More.

The air is indeed dark and cold, and Lu Zhengkang's thoughts have slowed down a lot. This is not yet close to the foot of Yuanliu Mountain, where the sky is full of snow, and countless starfallers have frozen to death.

Hao is in front, singing constantly, marking his position.

Lu Zhengkang was doubting his thinking ability. It was cold and cold to forget this kind of thing, just like drunk, he always doubted whether he was sober.This kind of suspicion can be eased somewhat when bathing in the singing of his companions, and Lu Zhengkang followed Hao's steps even more.

There are many arches and abysses in the corridor-this place was originally a very important traffic section on the pilgrimage road, but now it is not only abandoned, but also full of dangers.

Simply, a lot of red silk piled up in the road, they entangled a special ecological landscape, not only the square-headed paper kite, but also the shape of a long jellyfish resembling a towing lantern, and some red silk is dense and long, floating, Like a deep submerged plant.These are the spectacles after death.

Death is not the end, forgetting is. Lu Zhengkang approached these red silks, and they responded to his runes, fainting the light like a veil, and the characters on the silk cloth were numerous and regular. Although Lu Zhengkang was puzzled, But still can perceive its deep mourning.

Stepping into the middle section of the long tunnel, the environment here is still green and misty, but the distribution of red silk is missing.

Hao waited in front, Lu Zhengkang rushed to him, Hao sang softly.

Lu Zhengkang knew that there were sky surveys and floats ahead - these were hunters, they would directly smash the cloth creatures to pieces and dissipate them completely, and similarly, they were also the manifestation of the power of contingency.However, they were once the guardians of the created lands of predestination, and perhaps they were also forgotten.