"Kids, don't be afraid, we are good people~"

The moment he fell into the abyss, his vision went dark. In a daze, Xiao Kongtong heard the voice in his childhood memory.

It was a gentle female voice, coming from a woman who was as beautiful as a fairy. After many years, Xiao Kongtong still remembered her name.

"Sister Yue..."

When he softly called out this voice, the scene in front of him was chaotic, and time seemed to be reversed, and he was back to his childhood again.

The feeling of weightlessness disappeared and my feet stepped on the solid ground.

Xiao Kongtong hurriedly lowered his head, raised his hand and looked up. He saw two short, fat hands holding a volume of books. Was he really back when he was a child?

The sun casts shadows and the streets are crowded with people.

This is the familiar street scene of Dafu Street. I visited it several times with Grandma Hu from the orphanage when I was a child, and I was deeply impressed by it.

"At this time, I'm not Xiao Kongtong, my name is...Kongzi?"

Xiao Kongtong spread out a bundle of books in his hand. On it was an ancient sword cultivator who was wielding a sword with a graceful posture and holding the four characters "August Poetry Collection".

Printed below is his favorite sentence: The sky is one foot high and eight people are familiar with it. Who dares to be half a Qingju?

"teacher……"

Xiao Kongtong was stunned.

He realized something.

This is not a return to the past, maybe it is just a flashback before death.

But he also remembered that it was today, at this time, that he encountered a turning point in his life and destiny. He met the legendary Eighth Sword Immortal!

"teacher!"

He turned around suddenly and looked at a certain location on the familiar street.

Among the ordinary people, Xiao Kongtong easily spotted a couple of gods and goddesses dressed in fairy aura.

The man is tall, but his behavior is surprising. The woman is dignified, but she wears many tacky bracelets on her hands.

When he looked over, the couple of gods and gods also turned their heads and looked over.

Just a moment!

With a buzzing sound, the crowds of people on the street blurred and faded away, and even the woman who was as beautiful as a fairy seemed to have disappeared.

In Xiao Kongtong's eyes, only that man remained.

When the man looked over, his brows were still furrowed at first, feeling a little surprised but also disgusted.

After a while, the lights and shadows in his eyes were colorful, and time seemed to be passing through them.

He seemed to have grown from an insignificant boy into a middle-aged man with rich experience in an instant.

In the end, he turned into the mature and steady appearance of the Eighth Sword Immortal, the first Saint Slave that he became familiar with later.

The eyes that looked at him also showed a hint of approval.

"teacher……"

Xiao Kongtong choked with sobs.

When even the teacher faded away without saying a word to himself, he felt deep sadness.

The streetscape and vendors of Dafu Street also fell apart with the disappearance of the teacher Ba Zunsui.

Everything returns to zero again.

"boom!"

The world collapsed and darkness struck again.

Xiao Kongtong fell deeply into the abyss, then smashed through the past and into the future, and finally fell heavily on Lingyu Mountain, with almost all the bones in his body broken.

He was lying on the ground, vomiting blood.

In my ears I could hear the comments of the spectators, but I could no longer hear what they were saying. Maybe they were only ridicules, ridiculing myself for not knowing the heights of the world.

It doesn't matter anymore.

The world is awash in blood, and the mind is dizzy.

Xiao Kongtong's eyes were drooped, unable to look at the sky. Even the sky was covered by Fengdu, and all he could see was darkness without any glimmer of light.

"That's it..."

In the past of life, all kinds of experiences come one after another.

The revolving lantern passed through a lifetime in a blink of an eye. Even if Xiao Kongtong was obsessed with it, he could only let go of it.

He knew that the gap between himself and Hua Changdeng was still too big.

The difference between clouds and mud is worlds of difference and cannot be compared at all.

"Let it go..."

Even the last shred of consciousness is trying to persuade myself like this.

But when his eyes finally closed, his ears heard the vague voice of the teacher Ba Zunsui who had finished preaching on Dafu Street when he was a child, gave himself a new life, and walked away on the clouds:

"On the ninth day of the lunar month, I walked to Kongtong and knocked on the Heavenly Gate with a loud smile."

"The Immortal wants to save me, but I think he is in a coma!"

"One thought can be holy, one thought can divide heaven and earth."

"Why do we need to worship gods and goddesses when we are living in this human world?"

After a moment of silence, Xiao Kongtong suddenly opened his eyes again, with a bright light bursting out of them.

Yes!

In this human world, why do we need to worship immortals and gods?

So what if Hua Chang and Deng Qiang had known it would end like this, but the one who still drew the sword was not only himself, but also his original intention?

What I am fighting is not Huachangdeng.

What I fight, from beginning to end, is myself!

"sword……"

Xiao Kongtong is no longer able to move his fingers.

But as he was calling out in his mind, the Kongtong Wuxiang Sword flew from a distance, regaining its strength and making a loud buzzing sound.

The blade of the sword flew past, turning into rainbow light, lifting Xiao Kongtong, which had fallen to the ground, and flew up to the sky.

"This is……"

The spectators at Lingyu Mountain have also returned from the past world.

But I saw that this Senior Brother of Shenyue Immortal City had clearly taken in more air and less out breath in the previous breath, so he didn't have much time left to live.

In the blink of an eye, there was new news!

This is the ancient sword cultivator, the mantis who cannot be beaten to death. Does he want to try the sword again?

"Sword! Open! Xuan! Miao!"

Above the void, a low voice from Xiao Kongtong was heard.

When this sound came out, the onlookers raised their eyes in shock, only to see the nine-day black light falling from the sky, and the sword power concentrating, and it quickly evolved into the shape of a "door".

"Mysterious Gate!"

Gu Qing'er looked shocked at the sword burial mound.

Senior brother has actually fought to this point. Want to try the third realm with a sword?

"I'm afraid..."

Gou Wuyue, Feng Tingchen, but they care about each other and make mistakes.

A seriously injured body, forcing the mysterious force to open up, regardless of the strength of the battle, the outcome is already doomed.

Xiao Kongtong will inevitably become the next Guyu.

"The third realm..."

Being restrained by the force of the sword, Hua Changdeng was the only target of the sword. His eyes were slightly closed, and a solemn look appeared on his face.

Laughing at Kongtong cannot be said to be weak.

In the second world of Yi Jian just now, if his will ghost could passively protect the body and connect the future self to the past will, he would really be hurt by it.

And in the Prison of Ice and Fire, after the Tenth Hall Lord of Hell passed away, Hua Changdeng thought that Xiao Kongtong was over.

I never thought that this guy also had a bad temper and would explode even before he died.

How big is the gap between the second realm and the third realm?

Others don't know and can't figure out a single thing, but Hua Changdeng knows that it's probably the same as the gap between this person and him just now.
To be continued...