Chu Fei Ling and Yang Ruo Lan were running forward as fast as they could! Now, they were less than a thousand miles away from the Heavenly Sword Peak and the Lake of Despair!
The husband and wife were burning with anxiety, but when they reached this place, they didn't have any strength left in their bodies! Their legs seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and they couldn't move anymore. They could only rest for now.
In the middle of the night, Yang Ruo Lan suddenly screamed and woke up from her dream. She was drenched in cold sweat, and her forehead was sweating like rain!
"What's wrong?" Chu Fei Ling was meditating to recover his elemental energy. He had overdrawn it in the past few days. This Martial Monarch also felt the fatigue in his soul.
"I … I suddenly saw our son …" Yang Ruo Lan stared blankly. She was still in shock, and her face was pale, "I saw … I saw our son coming to bid farewell to me, covered in blood." I … I … I … "
Her eyes were full of panic, "Fei Ling, Chu Yang … will our son be okay?"
"You're just saying things out of concern. He's with his brothers. Furthermore, there are many experts in the alliance. How can anything happen to him?" Chu Fei Ling comforted her.
"But I'm always anxious. I feel that something bad has happened …" Yang Ruo Lan frowned, "My heart is in my throat … I …"
She hurriedly put on her clothes and got off the bed. She paced around the tent, feeling more and more anxious. Her heart had completely lost its calmness. She thought about it, and all she had was a bad premonition and an ominous prediction …
For the entire second half of the night, Yang Ruo Lan paced around the tent. She was anxious and panting.
When the sky just brightened, she pulled Chu Fei Ling up, "Let's go!"
The pitiful Chu Fei Ling had only recovered half of his energy before he was pulled up to run.
"If you delay my meeting with our son, I'll skin you alive!" Yang Ruo Lan was aggressive, and her eyes were glowing.
The couple ran all the way. This place was already deserted, and there weren't many fat sheep to rob.
At noon, they finally met people from the Ao Clan. They were coming down from the Heavenly Sword Peak.
Their banners were waving, and their men were strong.
It was obvious that they had won the battle.
Chu Feiling stepped forward to stop them. After inquiring about the situation, he learned that Chu Yang's side had won. His wife and her husband immediately felt relieved.
The two of them did not dare to reveal their identities. They only asked a question and claimed to be Chu Yang's elders. Ao Tian Xing naturally treated them with courtesy and eagerly received them. He told Chu Yang that they were still on the mountain …
Yang Ruo Lan was overjoyed. She watched the Ao Clan and the other big clans descend the mountain. Then, the husband and wife went all the way up the mountain …
Yang Ruo Lan's heart still felt heavy even though she had obtained the exact information. In fact, it was so heavy that she couldn't breathe. If he couldn't see his son with his own eyes, he couldn't be at ease.
Upper Three Heavens!
Mo Qingwu suddenly woke up from the warm jade bed with a start. She shouted loudly, "Brother Chu Yang!" Suddenly, her whole body was drenched in cold sweat, and her eyes were staring straight ahead.
His entire body began to tremble.
In the Lower Three Heavens, Tie Butian was currently holding Tie Yang in her arms as she read through memorials in the imperial study. The child had already fallen asleep in her arms.
However, Tie Butian was in the midst of reviewing when her heart suddenly trembled. Her brush landed on the memorial with a loud smack, leaving an eye-catching mark on it.
All of a sudden, his mind was in a mess, and his heart tightened.
Her whole body trembled, as if the cold wind had made her feel cold all over. She couldn't help but walk quietly to the window. Looking at the dark night outside, her brows were tightly knitted.
What happened?
Chu Yang, was it you?
If it wasn't you, who else could it be?
Chu Yang desperately wanted to wake up!
The sudden appearance of Meng Chaoran's eyes in his heart allowed him to recover a little bit of his consciousness! Perhaps, this was also his only chance to be clear-headed in this calamity!
Therefore, Chu Yang was like a drowning person who suddenly grabbed onto a straw!
No matter what, I won't let go! Even if it's confirmed in the end that everything here is true! I won't let go! I don't believe it either!
Even if this is the truth, I won't accept it!
The stubbornness, persistence, and tenacity of his previous life helped him to the greatest extent at this moment! Then, he forced himself to shift his mind away from the sadness and forced himself to start thinking!
Or perhaps, even he himself didn't realize it.
Ever since he stepped into this place, he had lost the ability to think. He could only watch and listen … but his heart didn't think at all. It was as if his heart could only accept and accept what he saw and heard, but he couldn't make a single decision!
But now, he finally started to think. From every bit of it, he started to struggle! He started to save himself!
Chu Yang silently said to himself, "This is my last chance! If I can't hold on, my soul will be destroyed! "
"Therefore, I must hold on!"
"Even if my brothers die, my parents die, and Qing Wu die, as long as I'm here, I will think of a way to revive them! I won't give up! "
"Because there are so many emotions, so many unforgettable memories, so many regrets that I can't give up!"
"Hold on! Chu Yang! " Chu Yang roared and stabbed the sword into his thigh muscles. Then, he used his hand to fiercely twist the sword. The blade of the sword moved back and forth in his muscles, giving him the deepest and most painful pain. This allowed him to maintain a trace of consciousness that was difficult to come by!
He tried his best to clench his teeth and force back his tears!
He was thinking! He tried his best to think.
Impossible!
Who was Mo Tian Ji? Even if he understood his feelings, how could he allow his brothers to participate in this kind of tribulation for the sword master?
Wouldn't that be messing up his mind?
Moreover, his divination had already given the prophecy of 'Heavenly Secrets in chaos, Sword Heart broken, Lake of Despair, No Other Shore'!
Therefore, Mo Tian Ji definitely wouldn't do such a thing.
But if Mo Tian Ji didn't agree, other than Gu Du Xing, no one else could come.
Therefore, this must be fake!
If it was impossible for Mo Tian Ji to bring his brothers here, it was still possible. But it was impossible for Chu Feiling and Chu Yang to suddenly come here!
How would they know that he was here?
What was his mother's name? That feeling was real, but why couldn't he remember his mother's appearance at all? He had clearly just seen her.
Who was the one who gave herself the nickname Yang Yang?
As for Mo Qing Wu, it was even more impossible!
Because everyone knew how much Ning Tian Ya and Bu Liu Qing treasured Mo Qing Wu! How could they let a little girl like her travel three heavens and thousands of miles to visit her family?
And she even coincidentally met Mo Tian Ji!
What kind of coincidence was this to be able to do it?
Chu Yang reminded himself over and over again, or rather, he was numbing himself over and over again: Don't panic! Don't panic! This must be fake! This is an illusion!
This is the fourth stage of the tribulation for the sword master, and also the most serious test!
It was also the place where the sword spirit repeatedly said that his soul would be destroyed!
And his soul was almost destroyed just now!
The only thing he could rely on now was himself!
He tried his best to break out of this path, but he kept feeling that something was missing. Not only did this feeling not break out, but it became more and more real. The part of his soul that was missing after being possessed by the sword spirit was like a moat, blocking his thoughts!
He already knew that this was fake, but he sadly realized that he couldn't go back!
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