Qin Tian sat back in the chair and closed his eyes and pondered, after a long time, he was still at a loss after racking his brains, and when he opened his eyes again, his eyes were already bloodshot.

His heart was like a plumb sinker, almost overwhelming him.

Suddenly sighing, Qin Tian got up and put "Dao Qi" back in its place, said hello to the old woman with crane hair on duty, and left on his own.

At this time, the hustle and bustle of the Heavenly God Academy was gone, and only Qin Tian was the only one with his head down, like a lone wolf with a wounded head, wandering aimlessly among them, strolling from the library building to the teaching building, and from the teaching building to the dormitory building, and so on.

"I don't know how long I can last..."

Qin Tian's will can be said to be extremely depressed, and he feels that his life has begun to count down.

It was only at this moment that he realized that he didn't have much to worry about in this world.

His parents disappeared when he was young, and his grandfather, who was dependent on him for his life, died of illness two years ago.

Even if you die, the people you will care about will be able to count on one hand.

The saddest thing is Cao Qingzhu, the two of them have not known each other for a long time, and they have never said anything to each other, but that feeling is real.

I don't know what kind of crying she will be like when she is such a delicate person made of water.

The fat man and the two brothers should mourn for him in the future, after all, one of them was rescued by him in dire straits, and the other was born and died with him, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they were friends in trouble.

In addition, there is also Old Man Zhao, Jian Mengzhen...

The scenes of the past were presented in front of Qin Tian's eyes like a horse.

There is no greater mourning than death.

The erosion of demonic qi was actually just the beginning, and there was still a lot of time left for Qin Tian.

However, this helplessness of knowing that death was approaching, but he could only sit back and wait for death, made the cracks in his state of mind expand infinitely, and the spiritual power fluctuations on his body were extremely unstable, with big ups and downs like the tides of the river and sea, and there were faint signs of the embankment breaking.

"Hum..."

At this moment, a brilliant sword light came from far and near, accompanied by a transparent sword roar that resounded through the four fields, not only breaking the dead silence around him, but also breaking through the many obstacles that shrouded Qin Tian's heart, allowing him to see the light of day again.

A rusty iron sword hovered quietly in front of Qin Tian, one person and one sword, "looking at each other", speechless, as if time had stood still.

The Rusty Sword Spirit revived, and it had the same heart as Qin Tian, sensing the mood fluctuations of its master, so it rushed over as soon as possible.

"Thanks to you..."

Suddenly, Qin Tian smiled, his eyes had regained clarity, he held the long sword in his hand, gently rubbed the sword body with his fingers, and the qi surging like boiling soup on his body gradually flattened.

Although he stumbled along the way, Qin Tian finally overcame the fear of being corroded by demonic energy.

Blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, this is also a tempering of the Dao heart, after waking up, his breath is more natural than in the past, but there is a natural sense of roundness.

"Uncle Ben has even killed Zhurong's true spirit, and just a little demonic qi wants me to give in?

Qin Tian's eyes were resolute, and he whispered to the rusty sword in his hand, "Are you willing to help me?"

"Hum..."

The rusty sword trembled, and before Qin Tian could stimulate his spiritual power, there was a Dao Dao sword qi lingering around the sword body, circulating endlessly.

The earth is a forbidden place for gods and demons arranged by the ancient sages, and naturally there is no hope of finding the inheritance of gods and demons.

But this is not the case in the Little Xuan Realm, where there are still a large number of gods and demons who are sleeping in it.

The nameless trick is taken from the sacrificial spirit cave of the Qingyang tribe by mistake, in other words, in other small Xuan realms, it is very likely that there will be a legacy of the god clan.

Qin Tian had a bold guess that the Rusty Sword was most likely a key to the small Xuan Realms of all parties.

The Rusty Sword also seemed to be infected by his emotions, and there was a black light rising above the blade, as deep as night.

Qin Tianfu is to his heart, as long as he is willing, he can reproduce the sword that slashed the evil dragon at any time, and build a spatial passage to the unknown small Xuan Realm.

But opportunities also coexist with risks, and the small Xuan Realm is full of too many uncertain factors, which may be a thousand miles of red land that has lost its vitality, or it may be a dangerous area where monsters are rampant.

Last time, I had a guard against being a fool and took care of him, and this time I went on the road alone, and the risk would naturally increase greatly.

But at this point, there's nothing to hesitate about.

Starve the faint-hearted, and support the bold.

No matter how bad the situation is, it is better than watching his demonic intent deepen, and finally being completely engulfed in consciousness and reduced to the nutrients for Zhu Rong to recover his strength.

Qin Tian's expression was solemn, he held the sword in one hand, and the sword intent flowed all over his body, and a gust of wind stirred up on the flat ground, sweeping around.

But before he could swing this sword, five steps away from him, a crack in a black hole suddenly appeared, and out of it came an old man with a blue wisp.

The old man's face was blackened, as if he had touched a layer of charcoal powder, his white hair seemed to be curled up by the heat, and his shirt was burned with holes, which could barely cover his body.

Both of them looked at each other with big eyes on their faces as if they had seen a ghost.

"Damn, you bastard, are you going to rebel against the sky, dare to show off with my old man?" or the old man was the first to come back to his senses, and at the moment there was a burst of spit, jumping to his feet and scolding.

And as early as the moment the old man appeared, Qin Tian's mind was lost for a while, and the sword intent in his body dissipated into nothingness, and even the rusty sword in his hand fell to the ground with a "clang".

He took a long breath and sighed: "If you take another step at night, I'm afraid you won't have a chance to see me again..."

Old man Zhao was a little stunned, thinking that this kid couldn't have taken the wrong medicine, obviously he was a master who refused to suffer a little loss in his mouth, how could he change his normal state, like a little sheep with no temper, he asked tentatively: "Qin boy, are you terminally ill?"

Damn, it really deserves to be an old immortal of the Ascension Realm with a heavenly constitution in his mouth, and a casual joke can come true.

Qin Tian said weakly: "You old man, awesome!"

Immediately, he spread out his palm, and as soon as his mind moved, a purple-gold spiritual power rose, swaying in the air like flames, and under a closer look, there were clearly capillary-like veins all over it.

"I'm in a demon, your old man will take a look for me, how much time is left. ”

Qin Tian shrugged his shoulders and said in a pretended free and easy tone, but it was difficult to hide the gains and losses in his heart.

Old man Zhao obviously realized the seriousness of the problem, his face was so gloomy that he could drip water, he was silent, he dragged Qin Tian's arm, pressed his two fingers against the root of his wrist, and quietly crossed a wisp of spiritual power.

After a long time, he said in a deep voice, "What the hell is going on?!"

Qin Tian sighed and said, "I just learned something that shouldn't be learned..."