Chapter 6155

"How is the injury? Does it matter?" At this time, the skeleton floated back again.

"It's OK, but I'm afraid it's a little difficult to break your doom." Gu Fenghua said dejectedly.

"In fact, it's hard for me to help you. With your age, how much experience can you have, how can you really forget the human feelings in the world?" Xuming emperor said in a deep tone, and his "eyes" were more deep.

"What about that?" Gu Fenghua began to worry.

I thought that when my cultivation reached the peak of Huasheng Jiupin, Yaomu Ding and Jiutian mieshihu were also promoted to Taoist weapons, and there were thousands of yingdao pills for self-defense. How could they break the disaster? Who knows that it was the result in the end. Is it true that she can only be trapped in this empty and lonely place like Xuming emperor.

Well, she's waiting to die. No one else wants to die.

"Well, go ahead and have a good feeling. And remember, look at what you should see, and don't look at what you shouldn't see. " The Xuming emperor sighed and said.

"What?" Gu Fenghua asked inexplicably.

The Xuming emperor did not answer, but suddenly a crystal light appeared in his eye hole.

Gu Fenghua's eyes darkened, and his mind fell into a boundless darkness.

What the hell is he doing? Gu Fenghua was startled. He was about to inquire when suddenly a light came up, and a turbid torrent appeared in front of him.

The sky is overcast with clouds, lightning and thunder, and torrents of rain pour down on the earth.

In the distance, an ancient village has been inundated by floods. A boy of only five or six years old tightly hugs a dead tree and follows the current in the huge waves.

His face was pale, his lips were blue with cold, and his eyes were numb with tears or rain.

The heavy rain is still pouring down, and the turbid flood is surging along the winding stream, engulfing everything in front. Even the rocks more than half a person's height are rolling endlessly under the impact of the flood, crashing with each other.

The withered tree also rises and falls in the huge waves, bumping into the rocks from time to time, making a cracking sound. The young figure is always holding the dead tree tightly, looming in the waves.

His forehead was broken at some time, and blood gushed out. Soon, the blood in the rain and flood washed into thin blood, melting in the water, revealing a deep visible bone wound.

Gu Fenghua's heart suddenly pulled up, even felt the deep pain, but also felt the desolation and helplessness in his heart.

She was startled to realize that her mind was integrated with the boy's mind and could clearly perceive everything about him.

Could it be that this is the spirit of Xuming emperor, who has entered his memory?

Thin arms tightly holding the dead tree, with the ups and downs of the flood peak, each impact, chest will come tearing pain. Gradually, his consciousness became blurred, and so did Gu Fenghua's.

But there is a voice in my ear: "hold tight, never let go. Promise mother, live, must live

Then, an ordinary and fuzzy face appeared in front of me, with tears in my eyes, full of sadness and love, and the rough palm caressed my cheek, which was so warm.

"Niang, I listen to you. If I live, I will live." The body gradually cold, canthus but roll down a stream of heat, a voice is also shouting in the heart.

The hand seemed to recover a little strength, and the thin arms held the dead tree tightly until the consciousness fell into the dark, and never let go.

Suddenly, another picture appeared.