Chapter 924

Lu Zhengkang wakes up from meditation. He sits and looks around. He finds that there is a red robe falling star beside him.

The falling star is still in meditation, and Lu Zhengkang is waiting for him patiently.

The space-time structure of the border flow place is so strange. The close distance in space means the close of the time line Further away, the timeline splits. The land of Yuanliu is so big. There are many falling stars. It's no surprise that Lu Zhengkang meets anyone.

He was thinking about the eagerness to see his beloved again, when his companion woke up.

Lu Zhengkang sings naturally: deer.

The companion replied wantonly: source.

At this time, the pipe gates of the quicksand sanctuary were opened one by one, and all the restrained cloth creatures were released. It's just like the flying birds in the deep forest. For a moment, they are singing and resonating everywhere. They seem to be one, showing strong vitality.

This is the seventh time that Lu Zhengkang has seen such a scene: each reincarnation is similar. The road from the remote desert to the source mountain is from the beginning to the end. It's like a tape. It's the same song over and over again, but the tape also wears out.

The fewer viewers there are, the stronger the power of living. Lu Zhengkang's vision is the same as that of the eve of the end. I don't know how many viewers will come besides him Maybe not much, it will be less and less. At that time, the pilgrimage road will be closed. If there is another falling star, there will be no more visitors.

This yuan, Lu Zhengkang's new friend, rushed straight out. He set foot on a piece of cloth creature and let them fly him to the distant mountain. Lu Zhengkang also hastened to follow him.

If the really helpful companion of falling star is the kind of eager campfire, even the vigorous sun, then this source, he is cold frost and snow, his heart has been covered with dust, Lu Zhengkang does not know what to do, and the road is very difficult in the future, especially in the secluded corridor, there will be a patrol to kill all the objects with the power of edge flow, including the falling star. If there is a warm-hearted companion, it will certainly be much better, help each other, can fly far, fly very fast.

It's just that Lu Zhengkang thinks like this: after all, he has his own ambition, but others may not.

So many people embark on the journey, so many people on the journey, everyone has a time of exhaustion.

When Lu Zhengkang comes here for the 100th time, maybe he will be tired.

Cloth creatures carry them to the quicksand valley. On the huge and long ramp, the broken gateposts, overpasses, corridors, platforms, Scripture halls, bell towers and footpaths protrude from the surface. These are like dry plants growing on quicksand. Lu Zhengkang jumps from the cloth creatures, steps down the ramp, and slides rapidly. It's like falling into the deep forest, moving forward and sliding on the quicksand slope OK, the wind crackled his robe, like beating a burning pine at night in response to the violent explosion. On both sides of the mountain, there are sand waterfalls pouring down, making a great noise.

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

Yuan, he is a tired but indifferent traveler.

Lu Zhengkang thought, sliding sand, the yellow halo of the sun on the sky more and more falling, and pressing his feet.

In the deep light of the twilight, the pale gray desert is covered with solemn dark golden halo, soft as the oil light of otter skin.

In this rapid decline, looking at the Runes of the debris in the distance along the way, Lu Zhengkang keeps his balance, flies light, and tries to collect them. These are the legacy of his predecessors and should not be wasted.

He glides into the corridor of suigu. In the distance, the sun is hanging on the back of the top of Yuanliu mountain, meeting with the light of the gushing edge flow. The sun is the light of the mountain. All the grand dark gold, all the light, all the debris, all the remains, all the Su Sheng of the debris, all the travelers, all the deserts, all the things, the bathing light, the bathing edge, only the majestic gold and the deep shadow The world is a chaotic mass of polar collision. Lu Zhengkang is flying. He is gliding in the corridor of suigu. The sand is arranged beside his feet like a shallow wave. The tassels behind him tremble in the wind and the flow of time. He is walking in chaos. He is walking in time and space. He is walking in reincarnation. He is walking all the time. He is rushing to the established place. The sun is going to set. The golden light is going to disappear. Let the light of Yuanliu mountain cover him and let him bathe in the sunshine Bathed in the eternal edge flow, strong heat, almost burn him up, let him exist, exist and exist, in the elimination of his form, his name, his mark, still he exists.

Lu Zhengkang turns out of the end of the corridor. The sun wheel is gradually covered by the deep shadow of the distant mountains. He goes down and falls towards the deep courtyard in front of the earth. In the shade, the heat gradually dissipates, and the wind carries a sad cold.

Leaping out of the high point, he fell like a light paper kite and landed in the pale underground space. Lu Zhengkang arrived at the lost corridor.

The light above his head fell from the hole of the pit. In the area where he stood, the pale white light fainted. The ground was paved with white sand like snow. There was a high door in the dark ahead.Lu Zhengkang hesitated here, and suddenly another person fell from his head, flying lightly by his side for a while.

He sang: Hao.

The warm light diffused. Although it was fleeting, Lu Zhengkang was still very happy. The long tassel hanging behind him was like a bitter grass in the water, which was also activated by the warm song and lit up a part. The companion falls the star to continue singing until the ribbon tassel of Lu Zhengkang is fully activated.

Lu Zhengkang responded by singing.

Hao nodded to him, and then he went to the lofty gate in the dark. He was there, singing, activating the ancient falling star stele. Looking back, he saw that Lu Zhengkang was still hesitating, so he began to meditate on his own.

Lu Zhengkang is just a step behind. He is not in a hurry. He wants to go around this area. There are square stone pillars scattered everywhere. He found an ancient mural on a mountain wall, which is still about history.

The more glorious and lofty the land is, the more history should be remembered.

Hao meditates in front of the falling star stele, and Lu Zhengkang also rushes to sit down with his knees crossed.

In pure white meditation, the white robed elder turned his back to him, and Lu Zhengkang looked up, not worried. The story should be told, not less than half. However, he also got a warning: the force of predestination is strengthening, and the road ahead must be careful.

Waiting for him to wake up, Hao is still wandering, presumably waiting for him, Lu Zhengkang sings a sign, Hao also returns to sing.

Together, they headed for the gate of Youchang corridor.