Everything around was real. He was still in Baihai Mountain, and Lu Tianjiao was also killed by him.

Before Jiang Zhige could accept the reality, there was a sudden vibration from the tomb not far away.

Jiang Zhige's expression changed slightly. Although they were far away, he seemed to be able to hear Nangong Rou's urgent cry for help.

Jiang Zhige no longer cared about anything else and quickly ran towards the tomb.

But when he ran to the entrance of the tomb, he was blocked outside by an invisible formation.

No one knew where the formation came from. With Jiang Zhige's level of cultivation, it was basically impossible for him to break through the formation by himself.

"What the hell is going on?!"

Jiang Zhige's eyes were bloodshot. Was he going to let Nangong Rou leave him again? Jiang Zhige tried everything, using talismans to attack, using spirit swords to chop, or using his body to hit, but unfortunately, it had no effect on the formation's protection.

"Rou'er."

The feeling of despair almost suffocated Jiang Zhige. He fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face, and pounded the ground weakly.

"Why, why do you do this to me?"

"If this is a dream, then wake up quickly, okay?!"

Jiang Zhige didn't understand why he returned to Baihai Mountain again and why he killed Lu Tianjiao?

Why would the tomb, which was originally free of any danger, shake and even have such a powerful formation for protection?

"Dream? You are just a beggar, but you happened to find a lovely sister who trusts you unconditionally, and you even became a disciple of the immortal sect and met a master who took good care of you. Isn't your past a dream?"

After hearing these words, Jiang Zhige suddenly woke up and began to doubt his life.

The other party was right. He was a beggar, so how could he have a sister who depended on him so much? How could he be so close to a true disciple of an immortal sect? How could he make an elder of an immortal sect show such care and concern for him?

"The world is uncertain, life is like a dream, what is false and what is real?"

"There was never a Jiang Zhige who joined the immortal sect. There was only a little beggar who froze to death in a dilapidated temple."

"What you have heard and seen is nothing but a dream!"

Jiang Zhige's face was pale, and all the past events flashed through his mind like a kaleidoscope.

In the winter seven years ago, he was hungry and poorly clothed. It was understandable that he, a nine-year-old beggar, froze to death.

Perhaps everything in Tianyun Pavilion is just a beggar's fantasy before he freezes to death.

Ning Qiu Shui, Yao Qianji, Lu Tianjiao, these people don't exist at all.

The next moment, Jiang Zhige raised his head and shouted angrily: "Who are you, evildoer? How dare you destroy my Dao heart?"

The rest of the people could indeed make him doubt, but Nangong Rou could never be his fantasy.

In the snowy plain, Nangong Rou used her body to block the snow and carried Jiang Zhige forward with difficulty, unwilling to abandon him until her death.

Inside Baihai Mountain, Nangong Rou wiped out the escape talisman and resolutely stood in front of Jiang Zhige, just to live and die with him.

Jiang Zhige would never forget those calls of brother, even if thousands or tens of thousands of years passed.

The sky was silent for two seconds, and then a creepy low laugh was heard.

Jiang Zhige's face was gloomy and he was about to ask a question when suddenly an unprecedented power surged in his body.

It was not spiritual power, and no one knew where it came from, but it instantly allowed his Qi to surpass the spiritual martial realm.

Jiang Zhige was stunned at first, but then he reacted and raised his sword to slash at the formation defense that was originally unshakable.

With just a crisp sound, the protective formation shattered into pieces like a spider web.

Seeing this, Jiang Zhige had no time to care about the laughter and immediately rushed into the tomb.

In the long corridor of the tomb, there were four corpses lying in miserable states.

Nangong Rou held the magic sword in her hand, her expression terrified, her eyes fixed on the opposite side of the corridor.

The last short-haired girl stood in front of Nangong Rou and said in a deep voice: "The formation seems to have disappeared, Junior Sister Nangong, run quickly, I will buy you some time."

Nangong Rou was very scared, but still shook her head and said, "No, no, if I leave."

Although he didn't have a close relationship with this short-haired girl, it was really impossible for him to ask her to abandon her companions and escape alone.

The short-haired woman felt warm in her heart. Nangong Rou was unwilling to abandon her for someone of such a humble status. No wonder Lu Tianjiao liked her so much.

"Junior Sister Nangong, don't worry about me, you are still..."

Before she finished her words, a black gas flew over from a distance and pierced through the short-haired woman's chest.

"Run away."

Blood gushed out of the short-haired woman's mouth, and after struggling for two seconds, she fell to the ground.

“Senior Sister!!”

Nangong Rou's face turned pale and she couldn't even hold the magic sword in her hand.

She had always been protected by her brother and master. She had cultivated to the spiritual martial realm, but had never killed a domestic animal. She felt uncomfortable witnessing the killing of monsters and it was impossible for her to face a strong enemy alone.

Dong! Dong! There were muffled footsteps coming from the opposite side of the corridor.

Nangong Rou looked up and saw a giant skeleton wearing armor and surrounded by black air slowly walking towards her.

Nangong Rou's legs suddenly went weak and a deep fear surged in her heart.

She glanced at the body of the short-haired woman, and finally turned and ran towards the exit.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry"

Nangong Rou's face was covered with tears, and her guilt almost overwhelmed her fear.

She blamed herself for not being able to save the five companions who swore to protect her to the death, and blamed herself for not having the courage to die here with them.

But she really didn't want to die, and didn't want to never see Jiang Zhige again.

The armored skeleton saw Nangong Rou trying to escape, so he sped up and ran towards her.

Nangong Rou didn't dare to look back and just ran wildly regardless of everything.

Unfortunately, even though she used her body skills and martial arts to escape, the dull footsteps behind her were still getting closer and closer.

Nangong Rou could feel that the armored skeleton was about to catch up with her, and the feeling of despair surged like a wave.

"Rou'er!"

At this moment, Jiang Zhige's voice came from the front.

Nangong Rou looked forward, revealing a pair of eyes that were red from crying.

"elder brother!"

Nangong Rou cried out, then rushed over and threw herself into Jiang Zhige's arms.

Jiang Zhige patted Nangong Rou on the back and comforted her, "Don't be afraid, Rou'er. I'm here, nothing will happen."

He said so, but when he saw the armored skeleton charging towards him, his eyes revealed an unprecedented solemnity.

The armored skeleton was a creature that Jiang Zhige had never seen before. Its power was close to that of a Dao seed realm, and the black air lingering around it was even more bizarre.

To deal with this kind of monster, even if Master Yao Qianji came, he wouldn't dare to say that he has a 100% chance of winning.

Nangong Rou's eyes were blurred with tears, and she said in a trembling voice: "I'm so afraid that you will come, but I'm also so afraid that you won't come."

Although she had been praying that Jiang Zhige would show up to save her, she knew very well how strong the Armored Skeleton was, and Jiang Zhige's coming would only result in another corpse.

"Rou'er, you go first. I am sure I can handle it."