Martial World

Why did Lin Ming's memory appear in his dream? In other words, how could there be Lin Ming's memories in the Demon God's Tomb? Thinking of this, Sheng Mei felt foggy again. Sheng Mei couldn't understand, but now, she could only watch Lin Ming's life silently. Her heart was shaking. She was looking forward to it, because she wanted to know about Lin Ming's life. But more... she was afraid, she was afraid to see Lin Ming die alone... She watched Lin Ming wake up, said goodbye to the two swordsmen, and left the Sword Mountain. She saw that Lin Ming went north all the way, and his body was getting worse day by day. His cultivation level has regressed at a terrifying speed, and he has completely become a waste person. Every day and every night, Sheng Mei followed Lin Ming, looking at Lin Ming's upright, but infinitely lonely and lonely back, her heart was like being cut by a knife. Back then, when Sheng Mei left, she thought about the bitterness that Lin Ming might face in the future, but when she actually experienced it with him in person, the feeling was completely different. She was almost immersed in the scene and felt firsthand that a peerless genius who once stood at the peak of the thirty-three days and saved the human race with one hand, was knocked out of the world at one time, not only the power was quickly lost, but his lifespan was only a few decades. At that time, what was his state of mind... Even a person as determined as Lin Ming couldn't bear such a blow. Sheng Mei followed Lin Ming to Qingsang City. She looked at the peddlers, the fortune-tellers, the beggars, the scholars, the woodcutters, and all the mortals she had almost never seen before. Later, she saw that Lin Ming took a pancake from an aunt who sold pancakes, and tasted the five flavors of life from the pancake. Sheng Mei's eyes, unknowingly, were already hazy... She couldn't imagine it. At that time, the human race was almost desperate. In one day, when Lin Ming lost everything, how much did he endure? Perhaps... this is even more cruel than letting the Soul Emperor kill him back then... In Qingsang City, where he lived as a child, Lin Ming stopped one by one. After that, Lin Ming continued his journey north. In the northern desert, there is heavy snow with goose feathers. I don't know when it started, Lin Ming's face became pale and bloodless, his whole body trembled, and he couldn't stop coughing up blood. again and again. Sheng Mei knew that what Lin Ming coughed out was blood essence. Although his soul was weakened, Lin Ming's body was still strong at this time, and he could make blood. However, his soul was simply not strong enough to control such a powerful body, nor could he withstand the power of qi and blood that was too strong, so he was under the self-protection of his body. He would cough up the blood. If this goes on, he will undoubtedly lose his essence and blood and die. Looking at the scarlet blood drop, Sheng Mei only felt extremely dazzling. She saw that Lin Ming met her old friend again. In other words, he found it actively with his perception. It was an old man, weather-beaten and full of hidden wounds. She saw that Lin Ming saved a little girl. That little girl's eyes were pure, and she was the only kind little girl who dared to give Lin Ming a sip of water when Lin Ming fell to the ground due to incomparable weakness in the age of turmoil. She saw that Lin Ming was only dealing with a few mortals, but because of his own body injury, the blood flowed non-stop...a ​​genius who used to be incomparably powerful. So weak now. She saw that Lin Ming had finally bid farewell to these people, and he was alone. His body was so bad that he stumbled. Even sometimes. He would suddenly become weak and fall to the ground. His clothes were tattered, disheveled, and he looked like a beggar. He wanted to walk into a city, but in those times of chaos, the soldiers guarding the city thought he was a refugee and threw him out. He didn't say anything, and didn't do anything to the guard. He just dragged his lonely back and left silently. Under the setting sun, his tall and thin body was like a needle pierced into Shengmei's heart... Vaguely, Shengmei felt that everything around her was blurred. , She recalled what Lin Ming said to herself when he came to the Soul Realm to look for him before the catastrophe of the human race broke out... "I remember... When I was a mortal, an old friend told me not to stubbornly practice martial arts. , don't want my life in the future,

They can only lie on the bed, and my answer is... Martial arts are like flames, those who practice martial arts are burned by the flames, the pain and danger are countless, those who can't persist turn to ashes, those who persist People are reborn from the ashes, even if I am just a weak moth, I will not hesitate to rush into this flame, to fight for the one in ten thousand chance of nirvana and becoming a phoenix..."..." I am not a conferred god, the path that belongs to me, I will go by myself, and I will not regret the choice I make! "..." If life is just like the first sight, ups and downs and prosperous, suddenly looking back, but fleeting. I only fight in the mortal world, even if it is a wave, I will move forward bravely..." Sheng Mei knew deeply that Lin Ming had the heart of the martial arts he insisted on and could not be shaken. Back then, Sheng Mei persuaded him to give up The idea of ​​saving the human race, after all, at that time, there was only Lin Ming in the Holy Master period. No matter from which point of view, he was insignificant in the wave of catastrophe that was enough to sweep the world. Not even a small wave could stir Once the human race perishes, Lin Ming, who is so weak, will also lose his protection. He will drift with the waves in the endless wind and waves, and it is very likely that he will be destroyed directly. However, Lin Ming never gave up. He came to the soul world alone. Looking for the alliance of the soul clan. Then he moved to the Primordial God Realm. For a faint hope, he went to the Primordial God Realm to seek the way to save the world... But he is such a person. Now, Sheng Mei can only see his lonely back. There are layers upon layers of scarlet bloodstains... What kind of transformation is this... Sheng Mei's heart is trembling. Without experiencing this with Lin Ming in person, she would never have imagined the extent of these sufferings. "After so many years, Is he dead..." Everything in front of him was already 7,000 years ago, and no matter what, seeing Lin Ming's physical condition, he couldn't hold on for so long. And what happened next seemed to confirm Shengmei's situation. Guessing. Sheng Mei saw Lin Ming go to retreat in a valley. Sheng Mei was surprised to see that when her life was already in complete despair, Lin Ming actually started to dissipate. His weak soul could not carry the power of his own blood He was not at the same level of cultivation, so Lin Ming simply lowered his cultivation level to the extent that his soul power could bear it! This would undoubtedly shorten his lifespan and make him suffer even more in the last years of his life. But he He does it without hesitation. He seems to want to break through and stand up, turn a cocoon into a butterfly! How is this possible! Sheng Mei shook her head, it is impossible, the soul is so weak, and the fire of life is like a candle in the wind, I am afraid that it will not work In the end, Lin Ming will die! This is the end of everything. Maybe the images that I can still see are only a few years old. This canyon is Lin Ming's final grave. All this proves that I had placed my trust in it back then. The insignificant hope in Lin Ming was actually just a psychological comfort from Shengmei. Miracles could happen to Lin Ming, but what she had longed for was not a miracle, but an impossibility. Lin Ming in the middle, the blue veins on his forehead bulged one by one, and every pore of his began to spray blood essence and blood mist. The pain in this can be imagined. However, at this moment, Lin Ming let alone screaming, even his The expression on his face was as firm as iron, without a trace of ugliness and distortion. He endured this kind of pain with all his might, just because he refused to give in! Even if the road ahead was already dead! Sheng Mei really couldn't bear to watch it again She was already able to predict what would happen next... Time passed, Lin Ming gritted his teeth and supported him in the endless pain. One year, two years... Lin Ming, whose body was completely ruined, actually gritted his teeth and supported it for so long. Ordinary warriors, It hurts to death. However, Lin Ming's will is too strong. In the past two years, the blood essence flowing out of his body has dyed the entire cave red. On the rocks, there are solidified blood plasma. Shengmei did not know how many times she saw Lin Ming lying on the ground retching, seeing blood beads hanging from Lin Ming's forehead, biting his lip, his ten fingers, including his toes, were deeply embedded in the rock and soil. Mix the plasma. However, he still did not give up, there was an unyielding ferocity in his bones! Sheng Mei sighed softly, her eyes were already blurred... (I won't sleep today, let's see how much I can write)... (To be continued)