The assessment of the Heart Demon Palace is about to come soon. People keep extinguishing the lamps in their hands and awakening from nightmare. The number of people increases from twenty to thirty, reaching thirty-five, and finally exceeding forty. Compared with the previous rule of "eliminating half of the Heart Demon Palace" this time, this time it is relatively better.

The rest seemed to be making the final struggle, the lamps flickered.

However, the lamp in Qin Ming's hand did not seem to be extinguished at all.

Many people who have awakened are looking at this place, and some people are looking forward to his failure. After all, the real battle to be crowned the king is about to begin. Without Qin Ming, there is a lack of a strong opponent. Some people are wondering how a person's inner demon is so serious that he looks very painful and even desolate.

Xuanyuan Qi and Jin Rong carefully observed Qin Ming's expression and tried to judge what. Regardless of whether Qin Ming succeeded or not today, he would be a vigilant opponent.

Deep in the nightmare!

Qin Ming knelt in the endless ruins, surrounded by water, flooding the ruins and swallowing him.

The whole world is filled with endless water, like a dark abyss, lonely, quiet, desolate, and desolate.

Qin Ming's long hair, clothes, and even his body seemed to float silently with the water flow, twisting. His eyes were dull, and he knelt in front of the ruins of the Thunder Ancient City. In a trance, in a hazy way, some people stood among the ruins in front, staring at him, blurry and far away.

That's a relative, that's a friend.

I don’t know how long it took and how long it would last.

Qin Ming is like a helpless child, and also like a sinner who apologizes, desolate and panic, and at a loss.

"Qin Ming..."

"Qin Ming..."

A gentle call suddenly rang out in this quiet and lonely abyss, echoing quietly. [Zero↑9△Xiao△Net△Net]

Qin Ming raised his head in a daze and looked up. The waves were rippling and the tides rippling, chaoticizing the silent waters and moving the boundless abyss. At the end of his sight, there seemed to be a figure calling him, looking for him.

"Qin Ming..."

The sound floated from afar, echoing in Qin Ming's ears, so far away and so familiar.

Qin Ming knelt, looked at it, and was stunned.

"Qin Ming..."

"You are not alone in those eight years of suffering. I have always been...I have always been by your side..."

"No one abandons you."

"You're not sorry for anyone."

"Eight years, I'm with you! I'm with you!"

"Qin Ming..."

"You don't have to bear too much, and you don't have to blame yourself."

"If you have me, I will accompany you, forever..."

"I'm here..."

A figure, getting closer and closer, became clearer and clearer, swam towards Qin Ming from the end of the water.

"Yueqing." Qin Ming murmured.

"Come back... come back..." Yue Qing wanted to approach Qin Ming, but she always seemed to be far away. She stretched out her hand and wanted to tighten Qin Ming, but she could never touch her.

"I've been by your side all the time, you're not alone."

"Come back..."

"I will also have the road ahead."

Qin Ming looked at Yue Qing, who was close to her and was distant. After a long time, his dull and empty eyes returned to a little bright light. He slowly raised his hand and looked towards Yue Qing.

When the fingertips touch each other, when the ten fingers are tightly clasped.

Yue Qing tightened Qin Ming and pulled him towards him.

Hurry!

The scene suddenly changed, and they left the abyss and stood in the mountains.

The cold wind whistles, the dry grass undulates, and the bleakness and loneliness. [Zero↑9△Xiao△Shu↓△Net]

"Come with me." Yue Qing took Qin Ming's hand and walked forward.

Qin Ming's body was very cold and his heart was also very cold, but Yue Qing's hand was warm. He couldn't help but hold it tightly, and looked around helplessly, vaguely and familiar. "Where are we going?"

“Just ahead.”

Yue Qing pulled Qin Ming and walked, walking a long way, walking through the wilderness, the forest, and the ancient city. It seemed like she had walked a long way, and it seemed like she had just a few breaths.

A grave stands alone in the wilderness.

"Do you know where this is?"

Qin Ming shook his head.

Yue Qing whispered: "This is your heart, your world."

"The deceased, buried them here and in my heart."

"I come and see it and pay tribute to the dead."

"They will always be here and be with you."

"You can build another city and guard this lonely grave."

"This city can be as warm as the sun or as colorful as flowers. This city can face the blue sea and blue sky, or backed by green mountains and waters. This is your world, everything is up to you."

"Your heart, your city, your grave, your...dead..."

Qin Ming walked to the lonely grave in a daze: "My grave...my dead..."

Yue Qing looked at Qin Ming's back and said softly: "The future path and future events, I will accompany you, walk together, experience together, and face them together."

“In eight years, I haven’t given up.”

"The future will not..."

"I...wait for you to come back..."

Yue Qing's figure drifted lightly and disappeared into the cold wind.

Qin Ming stood quietly and murmured softly: "Build a grave, bury the dead, build a city, guard the lonely grave."

The cold wind is chilly, blowing with dry grass, yellow sand is everywhere in the sky, lonely and lonely.

For a long time...the sun and the moon alternate...the years pass.

Qin Ming knelt heavily in front of the grave. He picked up the sand and scattered it towards the grave. He waved his hand and raised it, erected the stone tablet, sprinkled blood, and wrote the inscription.

A city stood up loudly, surrounding the lonely grave.

The sky turned blue, the white clouds rolled, the breeze blew across the wilderness, the dead grass was green, and the flowers were blowing up all over the mountains.

"Father, mother." Qin Ming smiled, but tears fell like rain.

In front of the grave, there were two people standing, smiling and stretching out their hands: "...I'm not afraid...we are all..."

The Palace of Inner Demons!

The last handful of fine sand in the hourglass was flowing out, and forty-two people had recovered from their dreams and overcame their inner demons. The other thirty-four people were immersed in their respective obsessions and were chased by nightmare, including Qin Ming.

“It’s time.”

"Wake up, wake up."

"You can do it! You can't be beaten by this little thing."

Many people stood in front of their companions, anxious for them, and kept looking back at the fine sand that was about to flow.

Bai Xiaochun came to Qin Ming: "It's over, can't he do it?"

"It should be soon, wait a little longer." Yue Qing believed in Qin Ming. He was just because of his special experience in childhood. He valued family affection too much, was too afraid of losing, and even more afraid of experiencing separation from life and death. This time it broke out again in a concentrated manner, so that he lost himself. If he was given some time, he might be able to survive by himself, but now he is in the inner demon palace, and time is too hasty.

"We can wait, but time will not wait." Bai Xiaochun pointed to the hourglass, and looked at Qin Ming's still vigorous flame. Time is coming soon, how can such a heavy inner demon overcome it?

"Qin Ming may be about to stop at the inner demon palace."

Tang Tianque felt very complicated. On the one hand, he felt a pity, but on the other hand, he was glad. If Qin Ming was appointed as the king, it would definitely not be good news for their royal family.

"He is too murderous and has too many ties to him, so he can't get out of this temple." Some people asserted.

Deep in the Heavenly King Hall, the elders were paying attention to Qin Ming’s situation. A genius with a maximum talent is too precious and has good character. If it is lost here, it would be a bit regrettable.

"That's not a murderous thought. Qin Ming has other ties in his heart." King Canglan was surprised and couldn't understand Qin Ming anymore.

"Time is here!" The majestic voices of the ten old men spread throughout the inner demon palace, ruthlessly proclaiming the final result.

Tang Tianque shook his head, it was a pity.

The people who passed by breathed a sigh of relief and looked at those who had not yet woken up. It was a pity, but the time has come and the review was over.

"Are you not awake yet?" Jin Rong shook her head, regretful.

but……

"He is awake!" Yue Qing whispered, Zhan Yan smiled. "You are back."
To be continued...