The lightning that spanned the entire sky tore through the darkness, and the streaks of light surged and roared, like the mouth of a beast with its mouth wide open, rushing past from the edge of the sky, trembling and rushing, wanting to swallow everything into its belly.

Thousands of white lights surged, converging into a surging electric current like a giant sword, and the roar sounded like blades hitting each other.

But in a flash, the thunder suddenly poured down, attacking the dark shadow standing in the desert.

The lightning bit the long sword, and a crack grew from the tip of the sword. The strong wind lifted the hem of the boy's clothes, and the hostility suddenly appeared in his black eyes. His eyes were the most fierce and the most determined.

"Can he, can he survive?"

Seeing the lightning almost engulf Pei Ji's figure, Lu Wanxing shuddered and was so frightened that she couldn't move.

If it were an ordinary person, even if they looked at the thunder that was falling heavily from the sky, they would feel fear and despair from the bottom of their hearts. The young man looked about the same age as her, and Lu Wanxing couldn't imagine what kind of determination he had to go forward.

He Zhizhou clenched his fists and forced himself to get up to help him: "What a blind man the Heaven is! Can't you see that Ning Ning is just a shield? I--"

He didn't finish his words, because his blessings were lost in a short period of time, and he sat on the ground again with weakness.

"Even if you go forward now, you will only die in vain."

The grindstone said lazily: "That boy is determined to save her from death. He must know the final outcome. How can ordinary people in this world compete with fate--"

It was speaking with great certainty.

But this voice suddenly stopped for some reason, as if it had sensed some kind of change. He Zhizhou heard the female voice in his mind hesitantly say: "This is--" There was

a moment of stagnation, and even the wind hid its whereabouts.

The sudden change came without warning.

A huge buzzing sound exploded from the center of the thunder array, and the dazzling white light, like a devastating explosion, burst out from the boy's long sword that was swallowed by the lightning, one cluster after another.

The figure that was about to disappear suddenly showed a dark outline.

A giant sword condensed from white light appeared beside Pei Ji, piercing through the dark blue lightning without hesitation.

Then there was a layer of fast light, and the sword shadows surrounding him became more and more, presenting a large formation surging from all directions, which was unstoppable.

It was like a bird in a cage that broke through the imprisonment, struggling to break free from the layers of restraints with its wings, and the sword energy started to rebound in an instant. The lightning that originally had an absolute advantage -

He Zhizhou was shocked and speechless.

The sixth layer of thunder coming from the sky... was pierced by several giant swords one by one, and began to retreat irreversibly!

"Thousand Light Sword Formation."

Whetstone snorted coldly: "It seems that the old guy has woken up."

Six-fold Heavenly Thunder, no one can stop it.

But if it is an ancient sword spirit that has been sealed for years and contains endless sword energy and spiritual power.

The ending has to be another matter.

In the sword formation, Pei Ji tightly grasped the hilt with trembling fingertips.

A strange figure emerged from the sea of ​​consciousness, carrying an endless stream of cold sword energy. At the same time, he heard a very familiar voice.

"Pei Ji."

Chengying spoke seriously, his majestic voice was like a bell: "Now!"

Now--!

The Thousand Light Formation rose, and the sword energy surged like a tide, turning into a long white dragon that wanted to devour everything.

The air currents were shaking, the sand and rocks were swaying wildly, and the unprecedented sword force was like flying snow. With just a broken sword,

a sharp gap was opened above the sky thunder.

The white light blinded everyone.

Even the grindstone was stunned for a long time in the shaking of the mountain, and finally spoke in a deep voice with surprise.

"The sky thunder... broke."

=====

Ningning walked alone in the snow-white space.

Just like the last dream, what she saw at this time was still endless white. She walked forward step by step, and more and more images appeared beside her like projections.

A girl who looked exactly like her was lying in the middle of the desert, covered in blood and without any breath. Under the chaotic sword shadows, the demonic tide in the desert was unstoppable. The girl was emitting a strong demonic aura, her eyes were bloodshot, and she stood among several demon cultivators.

She finally understood where this place was.

This was the memory of the original owner, buried deep in the sea of ​​consciousness of this body.

Ningning looked around and saw a thin white rope hanging from the top of this deep and endless corridor.

At the end of the rope, there was a piece of paper.

She felt something in her heart, and gently pressed down the paper with her fingertips, and saw the handwriting on it.

[I am dead.

It is hard to accept the fact that I am dead.

The evil cultivator wanted to lead Pei Ji to the devil, so he used the most despicable means of framing him, pretending that he had killed his fellow disciples.

I am the fellow disciple who was killed.

I am so angry, so angry! It is obviously all Pei Ji's fault! That stinky boy with impure blood! I will kill him, and that disgusting group of evil cultivators!

They will never expect that I found a treasure in the depths of the desert.

If I live again, I will definitely avenge my past and make those bastards pay the price.

This is my first retrospection.

In order to prevent myself from forgetting the past, record it well in my sea of ​​consciousness. ］

［First retrospection.

Suppress Pei Ji even more fiercely.

I am annoyed by his dead face. Anyway, except for the master, no one is willing to stand on his side.

Everything was similar to the last reincarnation.

Pei Ji caused the ancient trees to become possessed by demons in the ancient forest, and became the target of criticism among the disciples of the major sects, and was ignored and laughed at by everyone.

After many days of investigation, the master detected a very subtle demonic aura at the entrance of Xiaochong Mountain, so he led several disciples to the Liangyi Micro-Dust Formation to find out what the demons were.

The desert was full of dangers. I learned from the last lesson and never acted alone from beginning to end. I stayed by the master's side with great caution.

In the end, I still died in the chaotic fight with the demon cultivators.

I am not convinced. I am not convinced.

Why am I the one who dies every time?

Because I wrote too hard, the last few lines were sloppy and the ink smudged into a blurry blob.

Ning Ning continued to move forward and soon saw the second piece of paper.

Second flashback.

I spent the previous days in a daze, and came to the time when Master led the disciples to Tianhe.

I claimed to be sick and did not go.

I should not have died.

How could I die after all this?

However, a poisonous arrow pierced through the window and went straight into my heart.

The demon cultivators wanted an excuse to frame Pei Ji, and I naturally became their target when I stayed alone in Xuanxu.

Tsk.

Then came the countless pieces of paper.

The thin white paper was hanging in the air along with the long rope, and the distance between them was getting shorter and shorter. At first glance, it looked like a sparse gathering of butterflies.

[The third time of retrospection.

The secret book strictly forbids telling others about time retrospection.

I can't tell this to my master, so I can only use a guessing tone to vaguely reveal the evil cultivator's trick to him.

He listened to my advice and decided to slow down the journey to the desert and discuss it with other sects first.

So I was killed by the evil cultivator again.

The reason was that I messed up their game.]

[The fourth time of retrospection.

I seem to understand.

The dead end is my destined fate, which comes from the evil cause I planted with my own hands. No matter how I escape, I will die on the night of the fourteenth.

The way of heaven will try every means to put me to death.

How could I accept this? Could it be that my best efforts were not enough to defeat a simple word "fate"?

I decided to fight it to the death.

...

This time, he died from obsession while practicing swordplay.

Die, old dog Tiandao!]

Then came a series of disgusting insults.

And increasingly sloppy handwriting and all kinds of bizarre causes of death.

[The forty-fourth time.

He has died forty-four times.

I am going crazy.

Reincarnation after reincarnation, but the result is always failure. Fate - what the hell is fate?

Every day I dream about the moment when I died, and when I wake up, my head and body are covered with cold sweat.

I can't find anyone to talk to about this fear. The past is dark and the future is also uncertain.

I no longer have any emotions for Pei Ji.

Why did I have to make things difficult for him? Those childish tricks seem ridiculous now.

In his eyes, I must be very pitiful. I

was doing evil things every day, I had no one to get close to, and no one liked me. I wanted to get more attention, but my evil deeds were always exposed, and things went against my wishes.

... It was really pitiful.

Since the right way is not feasible, let's try another way.

It is really hard to repeat death again and again. If I still fail this time, I might as well give up.

I deliberately harmed Pei Ji and deliberately left clues, and as expected, I was found by other disciples.

It is a taboo for fellow disciples to kill each other.

I made a big quarrel in the Law Enforcement Hall without regard for etiquette, deepening the contradiction step by step, and finally I made up my mind and broke with the master completely.

Master is very sad.

I'm sorry.

Having a vicious heart and betraying my master, this is a very reasonable excuse. After I became a demon, I took refuge in the Demon Realm.

The monarch of the Demon Realm is named Huo Qiao, who is only a few years older than me.

He is a very strange person, with a harmless baby face, looking innocent and naive, without any evil and domineering aura that a demon should have.

Huo Qiao has been living in the sealed Demon Realm since he can remember.

Because of his bloodline, he became the lord at a young age. Huo Qiao knew very little about the war, and every day he faced only the yellow sand and the people with low cultivation.

He told me very seriously that he wanted to take everyone away from the Demon Realm and go to more and farther places.

At that time, I thought, ha.

Although I died before him every time, the method of retracing back requires condensing the surrounding spiritual power, which will produce a short delay.

When my soul floats in the air, I can see his corpse most of the time.

The little demon king has never succeeded.

He is also a loser like me.

But of course I will not tell him this ending.

The only thing I can do is to take paper and pen and roughly outline the scenery of various parts of the world for him. Huo Qiao listened seriously, holding his cheek with his right hand, and often smiled.

He looks pretty good when he smiles.

Then it was fourteen again.

Like the countless reincarnations before, the demons set up a soul-bewitching array as a trap, waiting for Pei Ji to jump in.

Before the battle, Huo Qiao mysteriously led me out of the camp and came to a sand dune with a wide view.

I had never noticed that on this night, the wind and sand had completely disappeared and the moon was so bright.

"Look, that's the fourteenth moon."

Huo Qiao said to me while sitting on the sand dune: "Every time I see it, I will think that tomorrow will be a full moon - as long as I hold on for one more day, I will see the full hope."

The moon is so beautiful, but I don't know why, I always feel sore in my throat and eyes.

"How wonderful."

Huo Qiao tilted his head, paused for a while, and suddenly turned his head to look at me.

I will never forget that he smiled shyly and tenderly and told me: "We still have hope for tomorrow."

Hope for tomorrow.

I must have looked very silly at the time, and I don't know why I shed tears.

Huo Qiao comforted me clumsily, accidentally touching my face, and his ears turned red.

However, the demons still failed.

Master saw that I had fallen into the devil's way and wanted to kill me with a sword. When the sword flashed, someone blocked me.

Huo Qiao told me to run fast.

He told me that there was a secret passage under the sand cave that led directly to the other side of the desert.

In the forty-fourth reincarnation, there was a divergence in fate.

Huo Qiao died before me.

I survived.

...

...

I should have laughed.

But why... did tears flow down. ］

［The forty-fifth replay.

I opened my eyes again in the bedroom of Xuanxu Sword Sect.

If I knew that I would commit suicide, I would be furious.

I have been born and died so many times, it seems that death has become a habit.

Those obsessions to survive and the love and hate caused by jealousy have long been worn away by time. Maybe I don’t want to survive, but to fight for fate.

But now it’s different.

Be it the way of heaven or life and death, none of that matters.

I want to save him.

Huo Qiao and I will both die, but I will die before him.

Only by surviving can I help him at the last moment.

——But how can I survive? 】

The subsequent notes became more and more chaotic, and some even forgot to mark the number of reincarnations.

[Tried to stop the demons from breaking the formation, but failed. ］

［The assassination attempt on Pei Ji failed. ］

［The attempt to force Huo Qiao to faint failed. ］

…

［I want to die. It’s so painful. Living is torture. I always have nightmares after falling asleep.

I might as well just give up.

But I haven’t saved him yet. ］

［I saw Huo Qiao from a distance.

I deliberately brushed past him without saying a word.

He couldn’t recognize me at all.

…After all, in this reincarnation, we are strangers who have never met.

I’m afraid I can’t make him like me anymore.

Now I am gloomy, sensitive and suspicious, and I am becoming more and more disgusting.

I can’t even like myself. ］

［The 190th flashback.

In a grocery store in Luancheng, I learned the art of life-swapping.

If I let someone else take on my fate of death, will I be able to survive? ］

［The 198th flashback.

After searching through so many reincarnations, I finally found the remaining pages of the life-replacing technique in the Demon Realm.

What I need to do next is to study it carefully, and...

find a suitable reason to let that person follow my past cause and effect, step by step, to steal the world and replace my fate. ］

［The 201st flashback.

While chatting with He Zhizhou, I inadvertently learned about the existence of the system.

System - what is a system? ］

Under the word system, a mark was drawn.

So that's it.

So in her mind, the original "Ning Ning" existed in the form of a system.

Ning Ning's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and the chaotic fragments in her mind slowly gathered and connected into increasingly clear lines.

[The two hundred and second time, starting to approach He Zhizhou.

Learn about the "grindstone system" and the so-called "time travel".

Maybe you can try to use the "system" to create a seemingly reasonable illusion...?

Then in the form of a storybook.

First implant the story into the consciousness of this body, affecting that person's memory, making her think that she has read books related to it.

Then tell that person that everything that happens in the future is the plot in the storybook, and she needs to play one of the roles to make the story go smoothly.

The protagonist...

The protagonist is Pei Ji.

He was born in a humble family, experienced many hardships, has a gloomy personality, has no friends or close people, and seems to be hurt at any time and anywhere.

No, it can't be written like this, it doesn't sound like a story in a book.

Well, he always finds treasures by accident, and is surrounded by countless confidantes, but he is not tempted at all. He fights monsters and demons along the way, which makes many elders sigh...

Let's change it to this story.

As for the role that replaces me -

ha.

The vicious female supporting role is perfect.

Ning Ning had wondered countless times, how could she have the patience to finish such a big work when she was not interested in the cool novels that beat monsters and level up all the way.

It turned out that the novel was a complete lie from the beginning.

There is no such thing as a smooth and easy plot. Pei Ji has always been alone because of his bloodline, and he has always been alone. Whenever he is in danger, he is risking his life.

This is the real story that belongs to him in countless reincarnations.

Ning Ning always feels uncomfortable.

[The 203rd time.

The plan is formed.

Use the method of backtracking to reverse time and space, and use the art of life replacement to summon the most suitable wandering soul in the three thousand worlds.

Let her take my place and bear the fate of death.

Please, this time it must succeed.

Let me survive.

Must save him.

Must.]

But Huo Qiao still died.

This time, he even died before Ning Ning.

The note stopped here.

At the end of everything, Ning Ning saw a vague shadow.

The light white mist softly outlined a figure that was almost the same as hers. The man stared at her steadily, and it was impossible to tell his expression and emotions.

The figure of the man was gradually disappearing.

"Then what?"

Ning Ning couldn't think of any other emotions. She stood in the corner opposite her, and her tone was so calm that even she herself was surprised: "If the death calamity is escaped...what will I do?"

The other party did not answer. In the vast sea of ​​consciousness, a breeze swept across.

What was blown to her hand by the wind was also a white paper.

On it, someone wrote with great effort:

[The art of replacing life, one death and one life.

If the person who replaces life offsets the cause and effect and breaks through the death calamity, the person who casts the art will be severely punished by the heaven, fall into the endless hell, and bear the consequences of evil deeds.]

This is her last chance.

Whether it succeeds or not, these hundreds of causes and effects and reincarnations will come to an end when today ends.

"So you wanted to save him." Ning Ning looked at the note and said softly, "But the current Huo Qiao is actually different from the original one, isn't he?"

Good and evil, monks and demons, in two reincarnations, they are clearly two completely different stories.

That Huo Qiao would never look at her with the eyes of a stranger, would never pronounce her name in a shrewd tone, and would never use her death as a weight to lead Pei Ji into the devil. She

did so much for him, enduring the painful reincarnation and death day after day, but Huo Qiao never knew.

To him, "Ning Ning" was just an insignificant stranger, and there would be no intersection between them, whether in the past or in the future.

It's sad to think about it. She reincarnated again and again, meeting one Huo Qiao after another, but the person who accompanied her to sit on the top of the tree and watch the moon had actually died at the beginning.

No matter when they meet again, Huo Qiao will never know that the distant moon has been hanging in the girl's heart for hundreds of years.

The moon belonging to the fourteenth day, and the "hope of tomorrow" that she has been pursuing.

"What a pity, I didn't let you die."

Bai Ying smiled, and the gradually disappearing figure was already blurred. Ning Ning heard the same voice as hers: "Don't expect me to apologize or anything... I feel angry when I see your face. I'm so unwilling, I almost succeeded."

"You let Pei Ji suffer such a serious injury, don't expect me to forgive you."

Ning Ning held the note in her palm, with a cold tone: "Are you leaving soon?"

Bai Ying looked at her faintly.

"Isn't it all written there? The suffering of endless purgatory, Huo Qiao once said that the winner is the king and the loser is the enemy, and he should accept defeat. It should be like this."

She seemed to smile again: "Gone."

In the boundless and deep sea of ​​consciousness, as the last word fell, the last shadow also dissipated.

Ningning couldn't explain the emotions in her heart, and responded lightly: "Yeah."

The evening breeze passed by gently.

The first ray of morning sun broke through the sky, and in the endless wind and sand, the moon belonging to the fourteenth day fell silently.