After being reborn, he became cinnabar in the heart of Quanxianmen

A quarter of an hour ago, inside the Sumuya Temple.

This kind of gunpowder weapon with the characteristics of Yanni Pavilion was very different in appearance from the gunpowder weapon that Lu Ran had seen with her sixth senior sister more than [-] years ago.

As the name suggests, this is a slender metal round tube about the length of an arm, with a diameter of no more than an inch.The tube body contains purified gunpowder, and the outer wall of the tube is carved with complex patterns that increase the explosive power.

The slender shape of the round tube allows it to be easily inserted into thin gaps.Even if there are no gaps, the hard ends make it easy for Minglei to dig deep into an indestructible rock wall under the impact of external force.

Yi Yao took over from Lu Ran to block the swarm at the door. Lu Ran found the structural weakness of the promenade at the front of the temple as quickly as possible, and estimated the best position to detonate the thunder.

Duanmujian once told him that there are several weathered and eroded rock cracks in this mountain.One of them is quite deep, almost able to penetrate the inner side of the temple and the outside world.He had to avoid the rock cracks as much as possible, lest the whole temple collapse, and they were crushed to death by falling rocks before being attacked by insects.

He determined a few locations, and ruthlessly inserted Minglei into the stone wall covered with gorgeous portraits.The person in the portrait stood quietly on the wall, his black and white eyes seemed to be condescending, overlooking the thugs who were about to completely destroy them, and they seemed to be calmly staring into the distance.

Most of the people were still asleep, but the sound of ding ding dong dong awakened some Sumuya villagers who were not lucky enough to be led to sleep by ghosts.

They followed the sound and walked to the door, staring angrily at Lu Ran who was driving a thunderbolt into the face of a beautiful woman covered in gold jewelry.

"What are you doing! Do you know what you are doing!"

A middle-aged lame man rushed forward and pushed Lu Ran away.What he didn't expect was that Lu Ran had no strength to resist and fell straight backwards.

Yi Yao, who was stationed at the door, had cold eyes, and a black magic breath gently helped Lu Ran who was about to fall to the ground, and gently put him on the stone beside him.

The lame man looked at Lu Ran who almost fell down.He exerted all his strength in a rage.But that's because he knew that the opposite was a cultivator, and it was impossible for him to be hurt by a man with no magic power.Unexpectedly, Lu Ran was as brittle as a piece of paper, and would fall down when touched, almost hurting himself.

He didn't know that Lu Ran really didn't have any strength now.

The villagers originally felt guilty, but when they saw the thunder on the murals on both sides in a blink of an eye, their anger rushed to their heads again.A woman who looked older was caressing the cracked portrait vainly, with clearly visible distress and fear in her eyes, she couldn't help muttering: "What is this for, what is this for... a sin... "

The tip of the magic breath wrapped around Lu Ran's waist turned into sinister thorns, and he confronted the angry crowd with his teeth and claws.But when Lu Ran was sitting on the rock, the magic breath was like a soft blanket under him, looking obedient and pleasant.

Lu Ran opened his mouth, but found that he was too tired to speak, so he could only lift his finger weakly to point to the hole.

The villagers of Sumuya followed his fingers and looked towards the door.Yi Yao's expression was cold, and he took a step back, revealing the cobweb-like cracks behind him, and the stone door with sand falling down.

Two or three black worms struggled hard in the narrow stone crevice, Yi Yao removed the magic barrier, let the worms get in, flapped their wings suddenly, and fell to the front of the lame man who had just pushed Lu Ran face.

The sharp jaws of the half-palm-sized black worm opened and closed fiercely, tearing off a piece of flesh in an instant.

The man who was attacked screamed out in pain and slapped his face with his hands indiscriminately, trying to pinch the bug to death.His legs had been seriously injured, and he couldn't walk normally. In his panic, he couldn't stand still and fell to the ground hard.

The desert migratory locust blessed with magic energy is not only huge in size, but also several times faster than normal locusts.In an instant, he escaped from between the man's fingers and got into the crowd.The big black insect with many legs and long tentacles on its head flew quickly in the crowd, bumping into its head and arms from time to time, causing a burst of screams.

Lu Ran took a look at Yi Yao, and Yi Yao lazily pinched a spell, and the biting magic breath blew past, and the few migratory locusts that broke into the temple were reduced to ashes in an instant like statues eroded in a snowstorm.

A few bold ones took the bodies of the locusts and threw them into the fire and burned them completely.There was an eerie aroma in the air.

Lu Ran breathed a sigh of relief, and his hoarse voice was exhausted: "This stone gate can't stand it anymore. The blood-sucking insects may rush in at any time. We can only blow up the promenade in the front half of the temple and completely block the passage with falling rocks. People in the temple have the possibility to survive."

The Sumuya, who hadn't recovered from the impact of the two or three flying insects just now, subconsciously wanted to refute.Yi Yao added succinctly: "There are hundreds of millions of carnivorous flying insects like the one just now. They are thickly piled up on the rocky mountain above your heads, nearly a hundred inches high."

The expressions of almost everyone present changed in an instant, and they raised their heads in horror, as if through the thick rock, they directly saw the billions of black lacquered insect eyes staring down at the temple.

Several older people calmed down as much as possible.The lame man spoke the Central Plains dialect, which he was not proficient in: "But even that... it can't hurt the murals! It is already disrespectful to the ancestors to break into the temple in order to take refuge. Now we have to blow up the murals... This is dozens of people. When the commercial roads were prosperous years ago, I don’t know how much manpower and material resources were spent to build them..."

Those who woke up stood closely together, and another old man had tears in his eyes: "The merchants in the Central Plains have opened up new trade routes, and they will no longer enter this dilapidated village. The glorious years can no longer be reproduced. If you continue to If the temple can’t be kept, what else is left in Sumuya?”

Someone in the back let out a long breath: "The swarm will not harm the murals, if you have to choose between the treasure left by your ancestors and my useless bone..."

"Are you willing to die instead of Huabi?"

Because of exhaustion, Lu Ran's angry voice sounded slightly sharp and distorted.

"Could it be that after Sumya was rebuilt on the ruins of the war a hundred years ago, your ancestors dug hills and repaired temples just to let their descendants be trapped and die here?"

The people standing together were startled by Lu Ran's sudden question and didn't know how to reply for a moment.

The sultry demon breath turned into obedient and soft support, gently helping Lu Ran stand up.Lu Ran, who had exhausted his spiritual and physical strength, put almost all his weight on the magic breath, and barely stood up straight.

"Could it be that on the scorched earth a hundred years ago, all the hard work, all the struggle, all the painstaking efforts were exhausted, just to make your coffin and shroud look more beautiful when you rushed to a doomed ending?"

The old man's eyes were filled with tears before, but at some point in time they had slowly slid down his old face.

The muddy teardrops wet the diamond embroidery on her collar, which was so old that it was almost invisible.

According to the tradition of Sumuya, the bones of people who were pure, kind and diligent all their lives will be buried in the caves dug on the mountain.Outside the temple, caves of different sizes were carved out of the hard and vicissitudes of rock.The entrance of the cave is carved with mysterious patterns.Some are gorgeous and complicated like a wordless history book, while others are simple and simple with only a few lines.

Duanmujian once told them softly not to look into the cave for a long time.The gaze of outsiders disturbs the lucid dreams of the dead.

The temple is nothing but a cave dug in the mountain.

That being the case—

"Could it be that a hundred years ago, the person who repaired the temple dug a huge tomb for his descendants on this mountain?"

Those who pass by, please do not look directly into the cave for too long.

Lying in the darkness, there are only dead souls and their frozen dreams.

Lu Ran almost shouted out at the end, and a glistening teardrop also fell quietly down his cheek.The characters in the murals seem to be condescendingly watching everything happening in the temple.

But Lu Ran knew that they were looking at another, more distant place.

When he first arrives at the temple, ghostly fireflies drag him into a strange vision.Looking back, the back road turned into quicksand and dispersed.Looking ahead, the future is boundless.

Those murals extend to infinity, and the frozen portraits are like resurrected puppets, raising their arms stiffly and pointing in the same direction.

There is no light, no echo, no one knows what is there, no one knows where it will lead.There is only an eternal unknown darkness, but this is the only way out——

"Live, please, choose to live!"

It was quiet in the temple, only Lu Ran was panting slightly with sobs.

After a long time, a male voice as heavy as a mountain came in.

When he was young, he suffered serious leg injuries in order to save people. He could no longer travel with the caravan. He could only bury all his aspirations and hide all his unwillingness. The lame man who wasted years in the village stood up. His face was just bitten by a monster. The wound was still oozing blood.

"Where does this explosive clarinet need to be inserted?"

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in a dream.

Yi Yao laughed too happily, covered his chest and coughed lightly.

Song Jun and Duanmujian petrified collectively, listening stiffly to the blue bird continuing to convey Lu Ran's message: "Don't worry. I have experience. I used to have a friend from the Yanni Pavilion. The house we blow up together is bigger than yours." Many were built."

Duanmu Jian's complexion gradually twisted.

You fucking tell me again, how many houses have you blown up with that goddamn Yanni Pavilion? !

"I have calculated that it will only blow up the first half of the corridor of the temple. The city residents and your bodies have been transported to the deepest part of the temple, and will not be affected by the explosion. Don't worry."

Duanmujian protested weakly: "Don't..."

Qingluan is not a magic tool for real-time communication, so he doesn't care what Duanmujian said, and continues to pass on the message.Lu Ran reported a few points, which are located on the top of the temple and the murals on both sides:

"I've already inserted thunderbolts at the positions of these main load-bearing structures, which can cause explosions at any time. I want to ask you, is there any need to increase, decrease or move? There are still two spare tubes for thunderstorms. I remember you before It is said that there is a big rock crack in this mountain. Will the current layout affect the rock peak?"

Duanmujian's eyes darkened,

Don't consult her about such heinous things as bombing the temple, okay? !

Her heart was cold, and she said hoarsely: "No! Let the murals go!"

If Mu didn't react at all, Duanmu Jian hastily transformed a few large characters on the ground:

"Don't be impulsive! I'll wake up soon! A stick of incense, no, half a stick of incense can repair the Shimen! Ah Ran is the most obedient, listen to my sister, don't be impulsive!"

The blue bird had finished delivering the message, and it shattered like a bubble, scattering into dots of blue light powder.

Duanmujian was so anxious that he hurriedly searched for the jade pendant in his pocket, trying to warn Lu Ran not to mess around.The second blue bird flapped its wings and stood above Ruomu's head:

"Oh, it's too late. Shimen has already been knocked open a crack like tofu. Now it's all my mana barrier to block the swarm. As long as my spiritual power is exhausted, the swarm will swarm in, and it won't take half a moment The people in the bell temple will all be bones."

Song Jun's heart skipped a beat when she heard that, she never expected that the situation would be so severe in reality.She snapped and said, "You are the only one left at the door now? What are you thinking? Go back quickly!"

She couldn't imagine it.When she woke up, she could only see the cold bones of her junior brother who had exhausted all her spiritual energy.Lu Ran lay motionless at the place closest to the temple gate, letting the monsters crawl all over his body, crawling in and out between the bones, tearing at the remaining flesh and blood on his body.

The temple collapsed, but it can be rebuilt.

But if a person dies, even if he goes to the poor and falls to the underworld, he will never be able to come back to life!

She has just joined the Taiyi sect for a few days, and she looks like she is under 20 years old, and she is probably a few months younger than Yu Buxing.I haven't seen the mountains and rivers, the water and the sky are the same color, I haven't enjoyed the love-hate entanglement intertwined with affection, and I haven't experienced the vicissitudes of the righteous way, and I will die alone in a dark cave in the boundless sand sea for the mission of the Immortal League. corner.

Duanmujian was still hesitating, but Song Jun said sharply, "Do as he says!"

Duanmujian gritted his teeth and waved his hand casually, a miniature version of the temple model appeared on the ground out of thin air, and a dozen light spots marked the current installation location of the Thundering Tube:

"The entrance passage of the temple is an arched structure. There is no need to change the layout on both sides of the painting wall. Add another four inches to the right rear of the fourth root on the left side of the cave roof, and add another one to the vault directly above. Remember Be sure to insert as deep into the rock wall as possible. One is too close to the crack that runs through the rocky hill, and it is better to move forward two feet for safety."

Following her instructions, the light spots at the corresponding positions lit up one by one, passing through Ruomu's field of vision as straightforwardly as possible, deducing a modified plan for Lu Ran in the temple.

Lu Ran got a suggestion to modify the location of Minglei's location. He didn't have the energy and no need to continue to maintain vision sharing for the time being. He got what he wanted from Duanmujian and ran away decisively like a scumbag.

Ruomu broke the link again, and fell lifelessly from the air, just in Duanmu Jian's hands.The female cultivator who became famous at a young age stared blankly at the icy magic weapon in her hand, her eyes showed a hint of bewilderment and helplessness.

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inside the temple.

Those who failed to fall into the dream, after assisting Lu Ran in arranging the rest of the explosion, began to transport the people who were deeply in the dream to the depths of the temple where the explosion could not reach.

The Sumuya people don't have supernatural powers like Yi Yao, so they can only rely on manpower to transport them over and over again.The old, the weak, the sick and the disabled supported each other, and the scene was somewhat chaotic.Knowing that time is running out, they move as fast as they can.But when passing by those gorgeous murals, I couldn't help but put in full speed, as if I wanted to use my eyes to trace those magnificent and magical pictures for the last time.

The lame man murmured to the relatives and friends beside him, "It's gone..."

The person beside him took a deep breath: "What's missing?"

The lame man pouted backwards: "I don't know where the old lady's turban fell. When the old woman traveled with caravans when she was young, she suffered from headaches. Without a turban, she would suffer from headaches when she woke up. Well, it's normal The one she always wears, the one embroidered with lozenges."

With their help, Yi Yao didn't need to use too much magic energy at one time, and used the magic breath to roll up Song Jun and Duanmu Jian who were still sleeping together with the thin blankets under them, and transport them inside.

An unusual soft feeling passed through the magic breath.Yi Yao raised his eyebrows, showing a thoughtful expression.

Lu Ran had just communicated with Duanmujian in the dream, and successfully obtained the improvement plan for the layout of the Thundering Tube from the tool man Duanmujian, and was planning to direct Yi Yao to make adjustments quickly.

But their previous estimate of the time was too optimistic.

Just as the last wave of people walked into the depths of the temple supporting each other, the stone gate suddenly shattered under the impact.

Black worms swarmed in from the hole in an instant.The few remaining Aoki spirits gushed out crazily, slowing down the attacking momentum of the monster insects.Lu Ran's face was pale, with no blood left.

Fortunately, after Yi Yao put down Duanmu Jian and Song Jun, he immediately took over the situation.The black bone wings spread out from behind, and the surging magic breath firmly blocked the crazy swarm of insects outside the door.The devil insect opened its saw jaws and bit, its wings vibrated and rubbed, but it still couldn't break through the thin barrier of devilish energy.

Lu Ran put the elixir under his tongue to suspend his spirit, and told Yi Yao about Duanmujian's adjustment of the position of the copper pipe.To be honest, Yi Yao was required to resist the swarm of thousands of insects, and he was required to adjust the magic weapon.Lu Ran felt that he was overpowering others, and he didn't have enough confidence to speak.

But Yi Yao just nodded indifferently and stood there calmly.One hand blocked the maintenance wall, blocking the demonic insects that seemed to have thousands of troops outside the door, and the demonic energy at the tip of the other finger skyrocketed.

The thundering pipe that needed to be adjusted was smoothly pulled out from the rock wall as if without resistance, and it spun and danced in the air together with the remaining two copper pipes, and was thrown one after another by the magic energy. According to Lu Ran and Duanmu Jian's calculations The position is precisely and deeply inserted into the rock wall.

The magic breath passed by, and the long black hair was like a brocade, hanging behind her back, revealing her slender and fair neck.The sleeves fluttered in an elegant arc.Yi Yao withdrew his magic lightly, as if he had just done a trivial thing, and stretched out his hand to Lu Ran.

so handsome...

Lu Ran put his hand on Yi Yao's palm in a daze.With a little force, Yi Yao pulled Lu Ran to his side, hugged him around his waist and picked him up. His bone wings spread out behind his back, and he flew quickly towards the depths of the temple.

Caravans walking on the wide streets with camels full of goods; fully armed warriors wrapped in armor; nobles wearing gold crowns, gold chains around their necks, and gold ornaments all over their bodies; standing on floating boards like ships, A brave man who points a sharp knife at a huge worm; a priest with a flying belt, wrapped in a black robe, wearing a mask of ghosts and gods, and talking to the forest; dancing around a bonfire, with gorgeous tattoos on his bare arms, and different costumes The woodcutter hunter...

Everything was hurriedly skipped before Lu Ran's eyes.They are frozen on the painting wall, but their eyes still seem to be quietly watching the world.It seems that it is only temporarily covered in dust in the years, only to return to the world on the appointed day.

But this moment will not come.

With stagnant dreams in their hearts, they will fall into eternal silence amidst the thunderous roar.

For the sake of the living, please, die again.

Lu Ran's bright eyes are like the bright stars in the sky.

On the surface of the copper pipe, red-gold runes like molten iron emerged one after another, and the slender circular pipe inserted deep into the rock wall hummed and trembled under the resonance of the spiritual power of the weapon.

With a serious expression on his face, Lu Ran grabbed the formula and pulled his palm empty.

The copper pipe exploded, blasting a brilliant and dazzling flame.Like a scorching red lotus blooming deep in the desert.The whole mountain trembled violently, and with the sound of clicking deep in it, cobweb-like cracks opened on the exquisite murals.The falling rocks rolled down, completely blocking the crazy swarm of insects to the outside.

Lu Ran felt that he had no strength in his whole body, and he was completely relaxed and limp in Yi Yao's arms, with his fingers unconsciously grabbing the clothes around Yi Yao's heart.Yi Yao's cold fingers gently covered his eyes, like a piece of soft and delicate crow feathers, accompanied by the familiar cold fragrance.

The Sumuya people who were transferred to the depths of the temple watched everything in front of them silently, no one stopped them, and no one criticized them.

No one even cries.

There was something more frightening in their eyes, like a flickering fire in the night.

Majestic caves, magnificent murals, echoes of thousands of years.All in flames and smoke, burnt to the ground.

It was built nearly a hundred years ago when the commerce and trade of the Village of Embers was at its most prosperous.

Ended in a mad bug swarm like a storm decades later.

Bearing the unspeakable glory, it also preserved the last fire in the end of the disaster.

Rather ashes than a grave.

The Sumuya Temple was blown up by them after all.

The author has something to say:

I always feel that this chapter has a strange rhythm, and the emotional transition of ORZ is still blunt.

I still have little experience in writing, I hope you don’t dislike it (cover your face)