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Chapter 395 Are you willing to follow me again?

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    Yun Zhengming's face was pale, and the blood on his robe had long solidified. He sat on the rotten leaves and mud, always maintaining that posture. His chest did not rise and fall, as if he had no breathing. He looked like a body that had been dead for a long time.  The corpse of time, however, in his body, the two auras were still in constant conflict and fighting. The power of the Tongtian Pill and the aura of the half-Taoist Apocalypse Realm completely wiped out his body and original aura, turning him into something that seemed to be empty.  The extremely poisonous miasma around him kept pouring into his body, constantly transforming his body on the smallest scale.  I don¡¯t know how much time passed, but the sky was always dark in the dense forest at the bottom of the valley. I don¡¯t know if it was morning or dusk. Yun Zhengming¡¯s body trembled slightly, and blood spurted out.  What is incredible is that this blood is actually black!  I don¡¯t know whether it was because of these poisonous miasma or something else, but the blood in Yun Zhengming¡¯s body turned black, looking like ink or rotten water in a swamp!  A few days ago, a black cherry blossom grew on the side of a boat in the South China Sea. Yun Zhengming picked the black cherry blossom and put it on his chest, and he never took it off again.  In the process of escaping from the cave and the board of directors, the black cherry blossom on his chest was stained with a lot of blood. It was red and black, especially beautiful and charming. At this time, it was re-dyed by the black blood, and suddenly glowed with a faint black color.  Then the luster quickly faded away, leaving only pure black, as cold as the night.  Yun Zhengming, who was sitting on the rotten leaves, seemed to have turned into a black cherry blossom. His body surface temperature gradually became colder and colder, and he gradually blended into the surrounding environment, as if he had become a part of the miasma, becoming a  A pile of rotten leaves.  A colorful venomous snake slithered over the rotten leaves, circled around Yun Zhengming's body several times, and then swam away without seeming to notice anything strange.  There was another mountain monkey with a ghost-like face, screaming strangely in the forest, squatting next to Yun Zhengming's body, making coquettish gestures, whistling for companions, and then left in boredom.  There are dead leaves falling.  When the wind blows, the dead leaves fly again.  Yun Zhengming was still sitting, unconscious and integrated with his surroundings.  At this time, even if the practitioner perceives it carefully, he cannot be separated.  And this is the most obvious symbol of entering the Nascent Soul stage.  I don¡¯t know how much time has passed.  Yun Zhengming opened his eyes and woke up.  There is no longer any joy in his eyes to survive the disaster, no confusion about the unknown future, and no pain. There is only calmness and indifference. Calmness towards the world and himself is absolute indifference.  He stood up.  The black cherry blossom on my chest is getting darker and darker.  At this moment, a cherry blossom made of pure breath bloomed behind Yun Zhengming.  That is his natal cherry blossom.  It also turned black.  At the moment when this black natal cherry blossom bloomed, the dense forest fog was shrouded in an aura of death.  The colorful poisonous snake resting at the bottom of the rotten leaves stiffened and then died, while the ghost-faced monkey in the forest in the distance began to flee further away, screaming in fear.  ¡­ Under the pursuit of Beiling, especially with the addition of the Shinhwa Group, there are now only a dozen people who have escaped, and only five of the commanders are still alive.  "These people who once had supreme glory in the Shinhwa Group have now become sinners, fleeing like dogs in the mountains and forests surrounding the Shinhwa Group.  People die almost every day, and seriously injured people are abandoned almost every day. They don¡¯t know how long they will have to flee. What makes them even more desperate is that they don¡¯t know what the end of this escape is, even if it is a desperate end.  At least I know the end is in the na.  They are now sinners of the Shinhwa Group. In the world of Haotian, no force dares to take them in. The only Tiandao Alliance that has the strength to take them in is definitely more willing to chop off their heads.  Where will the end of their escape road be?  How will they die?  Zi Mo¡¯s face is thin, his expression is tired, and his eyes are full of numbness.  He looked at the wilderness under the mountain at dusk, looked at that territory, and knew that the Taoist temples there had already obtained the portraits of people like him, and even if they wanted to sneak into the people, they could no longer do so.  Thinking about the wish he made silently in the dark night at the beginning of his escape, Zi Mo showed an extremely painful look on his face and murmured: "As long as I can survive, I am willing to dedicate my life and soul to Hades, no matter what.  Afraid of eternal destruction, butwhat kind of arrogance is this? How could Pluto care about ants like you and me??Even if you want to dedicate yourself, where can you get close to such a great existence?  " "If the world wants to approach greatness, it often requires a process and a guide.  "A cold voice sounded from the cliff. Zi Mo's expression changed suddenly, and the dozen or so fugitives behind him picked up the weapons in their hands as quickly as possible, looking towards the cliff with vigilance, ready to attack at any time. 1  A young man stood on the edge of the cliff, looking in the direction of the setting sun. He was wearing a black Taoist robe, which was just in front of the setting sun, so his figure looked extremely dark. The slightly cold autumn wind came from the wilderness and rolled up the cliff.  From time to time, a few rays of twilight slipped through the sleeves of the black robes. The escapees had all lived in the Shinhwa Group for a long time. Looking at the man on the cliff, they felt that some kind of illusion appeared in front of their eyes, as if they were seeing Haotian.  Or maybe they saw the shadow of Pluto. After days of running away, their nerves were so tense that they were about to break. The campsite they chose was extremely remote and secret, but they didn¡¯t expect that they would be discovered and hidden like this.  In their opinion, the person who can appear silently on the edge of the cliff must have extremely strong strength. If he is not a master of the Taoist sect of the Song Dynasty, then he can only be a strong person from the Shinhwa Group.  The fugitives did not expect to be able to defeat the strong men of the Taoist sect. The moment they heard the voice, despair took over their bodies and minds. In despair, they forced out an extremely strong will to fight, anyway.  He was going to die, and today might be the last battle, so he had to die more heroically. However, no one took action because the young man in black robes by the cliff gave people a feeling that he could not challenge him, and even more so because Zi Mo suddenly knelt down.  Behind the young man, he cried bitterly. Immediately afterwards, more people recognized the young man, especially the four former leaders of the Shinhwa Group. They ran to the cliff tremblingly and knelt on their knees behind Zi Mo.  On the ground, he cried bitterly at the back of the young man, like a shepherd scattered in the wilderness who saw his master. Commander Zi Mo looked at the back, with tears streaming down his face, and said in a trembling voice: "Manager everyone."  They say you are dead and you are still alivethat's great.  " A commander with a broken arm cried loudly: "Manager Manager I knew you wouldn't just abandon us, Manager. You are finally back!  " Yun Zhengming turned around, looked at his former subordinates, and said, "Are you willing to follow me again?  " The crying at the cliff gradually stopped, and everyone kowtowed repeatedly. Zi Mo raised his head, looked at the scar on Yun Zhengming's face, looked at the black cherry blossom on his chest, thinking about those rumors, and was shocked to find that the manager  Not only was he not dead, but his cultivation level was far better than before! But then, an extremely cold breath penetrated deep into the hearts of Zi Mo and everyone. This cold breath came from Yun Zhengming.  What he said: ¡°I did die once, but I don¡¯t know whether I saw Haotian or Hades after death.  During the time when I died, I thought about a lot of things. However, it wasn't until I heard your words from Zi Mo that I suddenly realized that maybe I was not a son of heaven at all.  Yun Zhengming looked at the night sky and said thoughtfully: "Maybe I am the son of Hades?"  ¡± ¡­ For practitioners, among the five realms of practice, the two most important gates are the first awareness and the Nascent Soul. The first awareness is the first scenery that ordinary people see when they embark on the path of spiritual practice. At that time, the practitioner  How much he can see can basically determine how far he can go on the path of practice in the future. The Nascent Soul stage makes transcendence a certain possibility. It is the beginning of the practitioner's true departure from the world, so when the practitioner crosses  At the moment of this threshold, they can often see the future that they could not see, and sense some mysterious omens. After escaping from the boardroom and falling off the cliff, he sat quietly in the poisonous fog at the bottom of the valley, enlightened, and entered the Nascent Soul. Yun Zhengming is now.  The great cultivator's cultivation state has long surpassed that of the past, but he did not, like the predecessors recorded in the Shinhwa Group's scriptures, sense the future and give birth to omens the moment he entered the Nascent Soul. Until now, he stood on the edge of the cliff, watching the falling people.  On the red sun, listening to the cries of Zi Mo and others, he vaguely sensed that the sunset was about to set, and the world was going to be dark. His behavior could be called deceiving his master and destroying his ancestors, and his current state of mind was also the same.  It's so cold, so what happened in these years, is it true that I am inheriting Haotian's will as the chief director said, or am I just deceiving myself and others? I have already turned my back on the bright world and resolutely plunged into the long night.  Became the precursor of Pluto? Yun Zhengming watched the sunset gradually beingHe was devouring it, with a self-deprecating smile on his face. He was unsure of all his guesses, because that was an area he still couldn't touch.  Listening to Yun Zhengming's words, Zi Mo and the others felt cold all over. However, the cold did not last long, because on the way to escape, they had seen too many deaths and endured too much humiliation.  Compared with the autumn wind, the real dark night is safer and even warmer.  People kowtowed heavily to Yun Zhengming again to show their loyalty.  Zi Mo knelt in front of Yun Zhengming and said in a low tone: "Manager, my subordinates dare not lie When we went to Taoshan, our cultivation was ruined. Now we only have more knowledge and experience than ordinary people in the world.  , The subordinates don¡¯t know what the manager¡¯s goal is for this new appearance, but I think the manager must do something big. I¡¯m worried that instead of helping the manager, it will actually drag him down.¡±?¡­
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