Chapter 1558: Hundreds of Years of Madness

"You try?" Han Mu laughed coldly. He couldn't stand seeing Ye Tian in the limelight. "If Luo Jia has any problems, how will you bear the responsibility!"

Fu Yu shouted angrily, "You know how to behave. Didn't you just say you wanted to kill your uncle? You are afraid that Ye Tian really saved your uncle and you will be too ashamed to see him!"

Ye Tian ignored Han Mu and walked towards "Santa Claus" Luo Jia step by step. But it was strange that his steps seemed to have a kind of magic. Everyone looked at his calm and composed appearance and gradually calmed down. They themselves felt strange. Not only them, but also the madness in Luo Jia's blood-red eyes was reduced a little.

Ye Tian stood in front of Roga, feeling that he was a mad lion in front of him. If he was not careful, he would be torn to pieces. Roga panted and stared at Ye Tian for a few seconds. He roared, and the sound that was not human came out of his mouth. His hands were like shackles, strangling Ye Tian's neck. Everyone was still frightened by Roga's strength. Even Hui Feng was quite surprised after fighting with him, thinking that Ye Tian would be very difficult to deal with. Seeing Roga grab his hands, Ye Tian did not move, letting him do it. Roga's two hands were like two iron hooks, grabbing Ye Tian's scapula, and there were two clangs, like stones hitting steel plates.

Ah! Ah!

Fu Yu screamed twice in succession. The first one was worried about Ye Tian, ​​and the second one was shocked that Ye Tian was a god. Indeed, ripples were swaying around Ye Tian, ​​and the scarlet lotus flowers were swaying in the ripples. With the smoky makeup, his evil spirit was ethereal, and his handsomeness was cold and charming, which made people addicted.

Not to mention Fu Yu, even Hui Feng was stunned for a moment, and a word that should never appear appeared in his mind-handsome!

Everyone was shocked, and Ye Tian took it motionlessly.

"Luo Jia, no, Mo Rao... Do you know what I brought for you?"

When Luo Jia heard the name "Mo Rao", he was obviously stunned. Although this was just an evil spirit with an obsession, his memory, emotions, and personality almost all dissipated with Mo Rao's death, but as a cultivator, the most important things in life will be engraved in the depths of his soul.

However, this sentence was obviously not enough. Kaka, Mo Rao was just stunned for a moment, and fell into madness again. The blood vessels on his face and arms became as thick as his little finger, several times more powerful than before. Kaka, the ripples formed by the fierce dark armor were torn apart, like a broken plate, and the hook-like fingers immediately grabbed Ye Tian's shoulder blade. Kaka, it was obviously the sound of bones breaking. Fu Yu called "Ye Tian" distressedly. Everyone looked and saw that the ten fingers were half inserted into the flesh of the shoulder. Bright red blood flowed from Ye Tian's shoulder, immediately dyeing his clothes red, making him look like a bloody man, but Ye Tian's face was still calm, as if nothing had happened.

This shocked the Nan Dou people, especially Fu Yu, who had a deeper idea of ​​​​settling himself in love. Ye Tian would rather be injured, with broken bones and tendons, but he did not fight back and let Luo Jia do it.

Han Mu sneered, "Hmph, what's the point of putting on a show here? It will definitely not work."

The others frowned slightly. First, they didn't like what Han Mu said. Second, although they didn't like it, they had to admit that maybe Luo Jia was beyond saving. After all, he was too "crazy".

Ye Tian's calm voice sounded slowly, "If you don't remember who, you should remember Xingsheng, right?"

While speaking, Ye Tian took out the Domination Book.

The exclamation sounded immediately. The people from the Nandou tribe were probably the overlords of the lower world. They had a keen eye and were very familiar with the strange stories and secrets of the lower world. They immediately recognized the Domination Book and felt that it was incredible. They felt that Ye Tian was not simple.

As soon as the Book of Domination appeared, Mo Rao's movements suddenly stopped. The Book of Domination was born from the fusion of Xingsheng's flesh and blood and spirit. It can be said to be the incarnation of Xingsheng. After seeing it, the madness in Mo Rao's eyes faded half, and she smelled an extraordinary breath. This breath has not diminished after hundreds of years. Mo Rao slowly let go of Ye Tian, ​​pulled out ten fingers from the flesh and blood, and stroked the Book of Domination as if it were a treasure. At the moment when his hands stroked the book, Ye Tian secretly recited a mantra.

This mantra, like chanting, like fairy music, like a gentle breeze falling into the heart, made everyone's heart settle down all of a sudden, and happiness and strength replaced anxiety and fear. They couldn't tell the language in Ye Tian's mouth, because this language came from Xuantian Realm.

The Book of Domination spread silently and became a golden or silver starlight, surrounding Mo Rao. Luo Jia's body suddenly seemed to be cast with a fixed body spell, and it was motionless.

Ye Tian also did not move at all, looking as if his soul had left his body.

However, at this time, another scene that no one could see was happening.

Mo Rao seemed to have returned to the day when she met Xingsheng on the road of reincarnation hundreds of years ago.

This scene was between reality and illusion, neither true nor false.

Mo Rao saw a hunched figure gradually appearing on the road of reincarnation. The figure was not tall or big, with wrinkles all over his face, and he was in his twilight years. But it was such an ordinary old man that made Mo Rao's tears fall instantly. This was the man she had been thinking about day and night. For this man, she gave up her body and practiced.

The old man staggered, suddenly staggered a few steps, and fell to the ground. Mo Rao cried out "Xingsheng" in pain. Before he fell, she hugged him in her arms. Xingsheng took a few rough breaths and said, "Let me lie down."

Mo Rao knelt down, let Xingsheng's head rest on her legs, and lay flat on the road of reincarnation.

This was the last moment they met, the moment of death.

At this time, a soft voice sounded, like some kind of call. If the Nandou tribe were here, they would definitely recognize that this voice was Ye Tian's voice. However, Mo Rao and Xingsheng seemed not to have heard of them.

Mo Rao caressed Xingsheng's face, as if he were holding the most precious treasure in the world, "You and I deserve to wait for each other, in this life and the next, in the next life, until death, okay?"

Xingsheng smiled, "There is no need for another life, this life is enough. I will take you to a beautiful place, where we will always be happy."

Ye Tian's singing was like background music, the sound was louder and wider.

Suddenly, palm-sized flowers appeared one after another in front of Mo Rao and Xingsheng. These flowers covered the entire path of reincarnation, no, everything in front of them. The next moment, the flowers gradually separated, and the two of them The scene before people's eyes has changed.

The wind is as gentle as a lover's hand, and the purple flower clusters in front are undulating slightly. Among the purple flower clusters, Mo Rao and Xingsheng are standing. The two are facing each other. When they look at each other, they are both as good as before. Xingsheng is young and handsome. , Mo Rao was as beautiful as a fairy in a painting, and said softly, "This is the place where we first met."

Xingsheng nodded, "Don't you know there is a paradise here?"

Ye Tian's harmonious voice suddenly became louder, and white mist slowly rose from the flower clusters. The white mist gradually lifted the two of them up into the sky. Their faces were full of intoxication and happiness. A rainbow reached into the sky in the distance, and the two of them Stepping on the white clouds, entering the rainbow, riding the rainbow away, leaving only the happy laughter.

On the road to reincarnation, a phantom suddenly appeared above Luo Jia's head. The phantom was like a ball of white light. He bowed to Ye Tian and Ye Tian said softly, "Mo Rao, you are here to guard Xingsheng's soul." A hundred years, just relying on one obsession, crazy, crazy, sometimes you need to be crazy once in life, and this time it will be enough for you. "

The white light dispersed like the wind.