The picture finally stopped at the moment when the old man turned around and never returned, everything around him stopped, and Ye Heng found that he was no longer falling.

Quietly looking at the mirror fragments around him, he knew that this was the great battle in ancient times, and after that great war, the sect withered from then on, and it was no longer the heyday of the ancient immortals.

This time in the Enlightenment fugue, he saw the truth of the year, and he also saw who the enemy of the year was, it was them, the alien gods, the alien gods who were driven out of the ancestral star.

They are unwilling, they have been looking for a chance to come back, but whenever they are about to succeed, there will always be sages in the ancestral star who will stand up and stop them with everything, even at the cost of their own lives.

Ye Heng sat in the void, and couldn't help but start thinking about why he saw the truth that happened back then, these truths were completely contrary to the mouths of later generations, he felt that there was a pair of big hands, and he began to pluck the strings of the troubled world, and he even felt that there was always a pair of eyes behind his back to comment on himself, deep and calm.

After slowly calming down the slightly turbulent heart lake just now, he saw the sword clearly, the murderous but full of sadness, and suddenly Ye Heng didn't know how to face the sword spirit woman.

She is the sword that killed immortals, demons, and sentient beings, and killed the heavens and the earth to kill the eternals.

There is a poem that praises:

It is neither copper, nor iron, nor rigid, and has been hidden under Mount Meru.

If you don't need to reverse yin and yang, you don't need water and fire to quench your edge.

Zhu Xianli, killing immortals, trapping immortals everywhere red light.

The changes of the absolute immortals are endless, and the blood of the Da Luo Jin Immortal is full of blood.

In fact, Ye Heng had already returned to his body, but he was hesitant to open his eyes because he didn't know how to face the sword of his ancestor, in fact, he was also thinking about how to face this ruthless and sad sword for thousands of years after opening his eyes, he really didn't know much about his own ancestral sword, and he couldn't figure out this woman's temperament, it was too dangerous.

He was so weak, so helpless, and so handsome.

What if, what if she suddenly broke out and hurt someone.

Isn't it necessary to have a handsome face!

Oh my God! I'm scared just thinking about it...

It's like the listener weeps, the listener is sad, the woman wants to cry when she hears it, and the man can't stand up when he hears it.

But when Ye Heng heard the woman's muttering, he immediately felt a lot more relieved, he was still stained with the light of his own Tongtian Patriarch, this woman still wanted to save face, how could she do whatever she wanted with her junior, although this was also his unilateral speculation.

After all, women, sentimentality is unpredictable, like the moon tide in the Hanhai Sea, the profit and loss are unknown, and the ups and downs are difficult to find.

To be honest, after experiencing the fugue just now, he also had a different understanding of the Immortal Sword Spirit, although the woman said that she was murderous before the eons, but after all, she was only like this for the enemy.

At this time, the gentleness she showed was absolutely rare for 10,000 years, if it was placed in the ancient times when there were as many powerful as dogs and immortals everywhere, she would definitely be able to shock the big teeth of the immortals, at that time, even if she treated the ancestors of Tongtian, she was often cold-eyed and cold-spoken, every good face, cold and glamorous name, spread all over the wilderness, not as good as the sharp spirit that can tear the time of the immortals, but now it is different.

The era of the ancient immortals contending is long gone, she is the few witnesses of the times who survived at that time, the people and things she knew at that time are basically gone, and the torrent of history has passed, and she is still living alone, just such a sword silently survived the dark and cold thousands of years.

When she woke up, she was glad that there was a pleasing junior, and that junior actually saw her memory fragments from 10,000 years ago when she was in the fugue and enlightened, so she was very glad that there were still people who knew the truth back then, and she was no longer alone, and there were people who could stand by her side after surviving the eternal night.

Ye Heng, who was sitting cross-legged, opened his eyes, looking at the beautiful and lonely woman in front of him with a trace of pity in his eyes, the woman in white also looked at him with gentle eyes, dressed in white plain clothes, not causing any dust, the coiled bun and the slender hair of the temples set off the peerless face, the thin willow eyebrows, should be gentle, but they are slightly wrinkled, looking stubborn and rejecting thousands of miles away, in the indifferent eyes, a touch of gentleness, graceful face, no excess emotion, red lips are pink, and the country is smiling.

Such as.

Summer ice glass plum wine, hitting the wall lightly ringing silver bell smile.

Looking at the eyes of the immortal shearing water, they are deep, bright, and the stars are dotted.

Ye Heng felt that he was about to disappear into it

So beautiful.

Looking at this beautiful face, suddenly a discordant tear appeared in his eyes.

He did not allow it, and this tear stained this beautiful face.

I saw him raise his hand slightly, gently put his hand on the cheek of the killing immortal, and gently wiped away the tears for her.

Even the killing immortal didn't expect that the young man sitting on this plate would be like this, and his brows furrowed slightly, but something even more unexpected happened to her.

Ye Heng unexpectedly moved his hand to her forehead and gently smoothed the slightly frowning eyebrows.

gentle

Affection.

"Yamamoto is carefree, because of the snow white head. The water is not worried, but it wrinkles because of the wind. ”

Killing Immortal listened to the young man's low muttering, looked at the young man's firm and gentle eyes, the corners of his mouth were lightly raised, and he smiled.

Just that smile is, the moon is silent, and the white room is full of lotus.

The straights are:

Between the chin and the eyebrows and a shallow smile, the flowers and geese linger in the moon.

The mouth is warm and warm, and the heart is intoxicated.