The light of the sword pierced the sky.

Changhong flies across the sky.

Colorful and colorful, those brilliant and colorful sword qi finally merged together, forming a storm of black and bright purple gas, constantly rushing into the dragon-shaped top, converging in one place, rich and undispersed.

The sword forest has been inherited for thousands of years, and there are many geniuses, and all the epoch-making masters who can leave their names in history have left their mark on it, which is their sword and their lifelong learning.

Everyone's inheritance is different, although Yuan Yicheng is weak and the source of spiritual power in his body has been lost, he still has a sword heart after all.

Inspired by it, Jian Lin finally manifested a inheritance, and the long-haired man on the sky painting that had dissipated was the inheritance of the original city.

The burst of inheritance power continued to inject into Yuan Yicheng's body, helping him reshape the source of spiritual power and re-embark on the path of cultivation.

Yuan Yicheng finally knew that he had broken off his cultivation path, and the infinite grief and complicated emotions in his chest finally turned into three tears, which fell in his heart.

The sword is moving.

The spirit of the sword forest knew that the incomparably pure sword heart exploded, and the aura vortex was furious.

The aura of the black purple sword in the air was slowly entering the dantian in his body, re-brewing the source of spiritual power.

Between the interplay of light and shadow, a person appeared in front of Yuan Yicheng.

A long-haired man.

He danced with a snow-white long sword, his swordsmanship was mysterious, and countless sword shadows flashed in the darkness, and he couldn't see anything else, and the sword qi poured down like a waterfall, crazy and neat.

The long-haired man's hair was windless and automatic, fluttering out of the dust, and his appearance was not clear, but Hara Yicheng could feel that his expression was smiling.

The momentum was as turbulent as a raging wave, and only that person, the sword, was left in the eyes of Yuan Yicheng.

Draw your sword and stand upright.

The white-clothed man was victorious and the long-haired man looked at the original city.

At that moment, Yuan Yicheng saw his appearance clearly, his face was angular, his facial features were not exquisite, and his appearance was not handsome, but Yuan Yicheng felt more and more that his appearance was heavenly and his temperament was indifferent, like a fairy.

The man smiled indifferently, and he said to Yuan Yicheng: "The junior disciple of the Sword Forest, I have finally waited for you, I am Zhang Qingyun, the third-generation head of the Sword Forest." ”

Yuan Yicheng nodded respectfully.

Zhang Qingyun smiled: "Accept my inheritance......"

As the words fell, the long-haired man turned into a void light, condensed into a stream of Dao qi, and rushed straight to the broken dantian veins of the original city, reshaping and solidifying.

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Everyone in the main hall exclaimed again and again, because they saw that the dragon cover on the altar array plate turned into a giant dragon again, flying into the sky and falling straight into the array plate to restore its original state.

Yuan Yicheng closed his eyes and stood straight, his beautiful eyebrows were sharp, and then gradually disappeared and became quiet.

Yuan Zhennan, Aunt Shen, Old Man Yuan and others all looked at Yuan Yicheng on the stage with great eagerness, not knowing if he had succeeded in rebuilding.

Le Yisheng's expression was indifferent, but his pupils still changed slightly, he was one of the few people who knew what the inheritance of Yuan Yicheng meant this time.

Le Huan also knew, but she didn't understand this, she looked at the calm Le Yisheng blankly, and the picture just now once again shocked her world.

She couldn't understand why there was a huge painting in the sky, why the long sword could fly automatically, why the array disk flew out of the dragon, and why Yuan Yicheng had his eyes closed.

The long sword in the sky finally settled, and it hovered for a long time, shaking the tip of the sword, and plunged straight into the hand of the original city.

Yuan Yicheng opened his eyes, his gaze was like a dragon, and a deep color appeared.

He roared towards the sky, and with one hand he drew the long sword beside him, which had a spirit and also rang a bell in response to its owner.

Yuan Yicheng flew up, and in the amazement of everyone, a sword cut a sword waterfall, enveloping the altar, violent and orderly.

Unlike Zhang Qingyun Ancestor, Zhang Qingyun Ancestor's sword momentum is moist and silent, gentle but extremely destructive like a torrent, delicate and supple, while the sword momentum of the original city is strong and heavy, indomitable, high-profile and violent, and no one dares to skept its edge.

Le Yisheng raised the corners of her mouth, it was not obvious, if Le Huan hadn't been looking at him and couldn't find it, she tilted her head and asked, "Brother, what are you laughing at?"

Le Yisheng stroked her soft hair, and seemed to be a little happy: "He cheered up again." ”

Le Huan seemed to understand, so he nodded and hummed.

Yuan Yicheng slowly fell in the excited eyes of the old man of Yuan Zhennan, stood with a long sword, and shouted loudly: "I!

Aunt Shen had already burst into tears, and her tears this time were excited and happy, because her son cheered up, she involuntarily stood by Yuan Zhennan's side, leaning on his arms to wipe her tears.

Yuan Zhennan and the old man Yuan were also happy, and the care of their relatives was extremely sincere.

Hara Yicheng laughed and laughed wildly.

He slashed his finger with a sword, blood dripping onto the array, and a phantom shadow in his body melted into it, carving a human brand.

The major factions in the main hall congratulated and watched the ceremony.

Yuan Yicheng's body was weak on the altar, half kneeling on the ground, his spiritual power source was repaired, but his own injuries had not yet recovered, only slightly better, and the sword waterfall just now consumed his few sword qi, making his body weak for a while.

He staggered off the stage with half crying and half laughing, and hugged Yuan Zhennan, the old man and Aunt Shen in front of him.

The four of them were overjoyed at the moment, and they wept like rain.

Tarot and Zhu Xiaoming didn't know that Yuan Yicheng had been seriously injured before, and they didn't know that he had been deposed before, but now they were also happy for Yuan Yicheng's youngest brother.

Several people came up to congratulate him, the big banquet opened, and the atmosphere in the hall began to liven.

Plates of rare delicacies came up, filling the long table in the entire hall, the fragrance was permeated, floating in the air, the round sky couldn't help but move his index finger, constantly swallowing saliva, Le Huan also enjoyed smelling the smell of the dishes.

Adult ceremony, officially seated.

Yuan Yicheng also sat down with Yuan Zhennan and the old man, and Aunt Shen went to the kitchen to get wine.

The voices are full of voices, shouts one after another, and laughter and laughter spend this perfect coming-of-age ceremony.

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Le Yisheng didn't drink, he had something to do, he promised You Hui two days ago to take her to You Yingying.

He made an excuse to leave the hall and warned Hao Lehuan and Yuankong that they should just eat, drink and have fun by themselves.

Le Yisheng glanced at the original Zhennan and the original city on the main seat, then withdrew from the main hall and walked towards the back mountain.

His departure did not attract much attention, after all, there were so many people in the hall, everyone was drinking and making trouble, and they would not deliberately pay attention to him.

But there was another person who noticed Le Yisheng.

It's Rodindown.

She saw Le Yisheng's departure, and she didn't want to stay here, just eat enough, she couldn't understand what those people said, she couldn't interject, only Le Yisheng was her friend here, and she couldn't talk to others, and she secretly left the hall to keep up with Le Yisheng while people were not paying attention.

Le Yisheng's six senses are so keen, and Luo Ding found out as soon as he came out.

He smiled lightly, turned around, and met the bright smile.

With a playful smile, Luo Ding jumped in front of Le Yisheng and patted him on the shoulder: "Shengsheng!

Le Yisheng smiled gently: "Little cake, what are you doing with you, I'll do something." ”

Luo Ding stabbed him in the waist: "What are you going to do, take me no, I'm bored, you're interesting here, you can have fun with me?"

Le Yisheng frowned, he felt that it was not good to tell her about You Hui, but it seemed that he didn't want to hide anything from Luo Ding.

He thought about it, but he didn't know whether to say it or not.

Luo Ding saw his hesitation, and punched him in the chest: "Okay, if you don't want to say it, forget it, I'll play by myself, when will you finish your work?"

Le Yisheng shook his head: "I don't know." ”

"Then you come to me early, and I'll be waiting for you at the top of the hill where we watched the sunset together yesterday, and you're going to bring me something to eat when you come." Rodin smiled, his eyes full of anticipation.

Le Yisheng rolled his eyes: "You still say that I am your idol, and you still call me." ”

Rodin smiled, "Just remember!"

Then she ran away happily again.

Le Yisheng smiled helplessly, this little cake is really interesting.

Le Yisheng came to the hidden woods where he met You Hui before, and the sunlight in the woods did not penetrate much, leaving a few small circles of light on the ground, which seemed secluded and quiet.

Not long after he arrived, the air gradually appeared with the spirit of Youhui.

It was still that gentle and lovely appearance, the lines of her face were soft, and a golden light loomed in her body.

She saw Le Yisheng and asked, "Is it okay?" Her tone was a little light, with imperceptible eagerness.

Le Yisheng nodded, he had studied the large array of the Sword Forest Prison in the past few days, and he had some eyebrows in his heart, although his level was definitely not enough to open this large array, but he was also somewhat sure that he could communicate with You Yingying inside, and the others should be powerless.

He said, "Come with me." ”

You Hui nodded.

Le Yisheng strode towards the boulder pile of the prison.

It's still the same as last time, the wind is calm, there is not a trace of sound, there are many boulders, some *.

There was still a simple sealing array on the periphery, and he approached, and the ripples on the boulder in front flashed slightly.

You Yingying felt You Hui's breath approaching, and began to react sharply, and she began to hit the protective array again.

The protective array was only rippling with faint lines shining with a faint light, and You Yingying was in vain, but she was still persevering.

Le Yisheng shook his head and looked at You Hui, whose face was already tense.

She was very anxious, her expression was in a trance, her soul was shaking, and the golden light appeared to protect her.

Le Yisheng was cross-legged on the ground, he had to break the sealing array at the entrance of the prison first, otherwise even if he could open the protective array, he would not be able to hear You Yingying's voice.

You Hui floated to the side and watched Le Yisheng's movements, she seemed absent-minded, and couldn't stop looking at the entrance of the boulder, her only relative was trapped inside, in pain.

Le Yisheng's hands rose, and a stream of spiritual power erupted from them, slowly spreading out in all directions.

This Sealing Array was just a simple formation, and Le Yisheng could open it almost effortlessly.

His spiritual power penetrated into the eye of the formation, passing through it, displacing its eye and causing the sealing array to lose its effect.

Suddenly.

There was a loud bang in the sky, and the sound of You Yingying frantically hitting the protective array could not be concealed, and it was scattered wildly and passed out.

Le Yisheng's expression collapsed, he flew up, jumped into the sky, covered the sky with one hand, and waved out his palm, surging crimson spiritual power gushed out, covering the protective array.

The crimson spiritual power shone brightly, blending into the boulder, and the prison in front of him suddenly changed its appearance.

It had been a row of wooden houses, but now it had become a dark stone prison, surrounded by iron bars, which was of course not ordinary iron, but far stronger than expected, with oil lamps dimly on one side.

You Hui's eyes widened and carefully discerned the structure inside, wanting to find out, but unfortunately Le Yisheng could only remove this obstacle and remove a layer of protection.

It's a sure thing that you can't get in.

But the sound coming from inside can also be heard.

In the first room of the prison, a man with a disheveled head, covered in blood, was pounding vigorously against the iron bar.

You Yingying's face was not normal for a long time, like a ghost, looking hideous and pitiful.

She wept and didn't hesitate to hit the bars with her body.

You Hui looked at the face that was exactly the same as hers in disbelief.

"Yingying!"

You Yingying, who looked like a demon, raised her head a little tremblingly when she heard this voice, she looked at You Hui floating in the air, but she could only watch from a distance and couldn't get closer.

You Yingying was full of tears, her body was delicate, and she gradually slipped to the ground, leaning against the iron railing, looking at You Hui with a smile.

She let out an irrepressible voice, her voice was very weak, trembling and painful: "Huihui, you...... How did you become like this. ”

You Hui knew she was referring to how she had become a lonely ghost.

The discomfort in her heart overflowed, she was sad, sad, and wanted to cry, but the ghost had no tears, she wanted to cry without tears, and she was heartbroken.

She subconsciously wiped her eyes, "Yingying...... I should ask you, why are you, why are you like this......"

The two of them looked at each other from a distance across the barrier, and they were both sad one after another.

Le Yisheng was helpless.

Although he felt that the family relationship between these two people was so deep that it was difficult for ordinary people to understand, he didn't bear it, because You Yingying really deserved it, and since she had done evil, she had to accept the punishment and consequences later.

But You Hui, how innocent she is, she has been lonely all her life, she was treated inhumane in the orphanage, enslaved in Xia Nianhua, and finally died in the hands of Xia Nianhua, she can never satisfy the dream of the simple crystal slipper, but she has never complained and hated.

She has done countless good deeds in her short life of more than ten years, her holy virtue is full and shining, if she hadn't met Xia Nianhua and didn't live in that orphanage, she should have been a carefree and free girl to pursue her dreams.

But now it's gone.