This sentence alone has leaked too much.

Xie Buchen had already suspected his identity, and he was attacked by that powerful force again, even at this moment, this so-called "Ying Yu" was wearing a strange skin, how could he not guess?

Especially, in the face of sorrow, he said such a thing.

This vast land of ruins seems so empty that people stand here as small as ants, but yet they seem to be standing on the wilderness.

The demon blood on the blade of the Heavenly Sword lit up in the light of the sky.

Looking back at him, I could see the scars hidden in his eyes, and there was a strong incomprehension, just like when he cut out that heart in front of her.

She knew he wanted an answer.

But she didn't answer in the end, and the sword that stood in front of Xie Buchen didn't move half a minute.

Fu Chaosheng's heart gradually became cold.

He wanted to stand here a little longer, thinking, maybe the next moment, he would hear the answer he wanted.

But after a long silence, the world remains silent.

And he burst out laughing, and the disappointment was almost dead, but rather suppressed into a frenzied calm.

He didn't say a word again, let alone continue to attack Xie Buchen.

He took a few steps back and turned to leave.

The figure flickered and disappeared into the void.

Fu Chaosheng galloped in the wind, as if only this cold wind could extinguish the flame in his heart and freeze the opening in his heart.

The colossal and ancient world of ruins flew under his feet.

He clutched a bunch of purple light like an orchid bud tightly in his hand, and in an instant, he broke through the obstacle, and he was about to rush out of this dream country directly, towards the beginning or end of the wasteland!

Behind him, Dream Country remains.

The sorrowful sword was slowly lowered.

Xie Buchen stood behind her, raised his hand to cover his lips, and coughed. The blood was stained between his fingers and his lips, his face became much paler, but there was a condensation between his eyebrows, and he only asked: "He seems to have misunderstood your purpose, don't you chase after him and explain?"

It seems that Xie Buchen also saw the identity of "Ying Yu".

Seeing that the sword was still in its sheath, he only turned his head to look at him, and said, "Xie Daoyou seems to be very clear about my purpose. ”

"Draw your sword to save you, how can you be so kind?" Xie Buchen smiled, but his eyes were a little more gloomy, and the little surface politeness between him and his sorrow was extinguished in the coldness of mutual calculation, "All the surprises that fall from the sky have a huge price hidden behind them." You understand this, and I understand it. ”

In the end, it's still that Xie Buchen.

I can't help but admire it when I see it.

At this time, the mind is still so clear.

She did not deny that she had another purpose, because no matter whether she admitted it or denied it, it was impossible to dispel Xie Buchen's suspicions, and she had come to this point, and all conspiracies and conspiracies had become unimportant.

The rest, just the result.

Seeing sorrow, he turned around and said: "When I fall into this situation, there must be someone behind the scenes, so let's get out of this situation first and then make a plan." ”

But Xie Buchen stood in place, did not move a step, only looked at her back, and suddenly asked her: "That stick of incense should not only be made by the three drops of the nine-headed bird's heart, right? For more than 400 years, I rummaged through all the classics I brought back from the City of Vain Death before I was convinced of this fragrance. After the first battle between you and me Qingfengan, I was almost dying, and you disappeared out of thin air. If I'm not mistaken, you've already entered the City of the Dead. It is no coincidence that you appeared in the old mansion on the day after the capture of the Ghost Gate. ”

Seeing that his steps stopped, he carefully played with Xie Buchen's words, turned his eyes, and looked at his expression at the moment, but he did not deny all this he had just speculated, and only smiled faintly: "But you should be able to feel it, this fragrance is not on me now." ”

Sure enough, it was her!

The anger between Xie Buchen's eyebrows finally began to rise, and the fingers hanging down his side tightened the ink ruler, as if he was trying his best to suppress something.

He closed his eyes slightly, allowing himself to maintain a semblance of calm.

And the hideousness inside is tumbling on the heart.

At this moment, he looked calm and cold, and only asked the last sentence: "Where is the incense?"

Seeing that he was worried, he raised his hand casually, pointed to the snow and the dark sun above, and replied calmly: "It was stolen." ”

*

On the wide street, between the negative sword and the sorrow, there is a mercury-like mirror.

But at this time, he was sitting cross-legged.

She seemed to be asleep, and her thin eyebrows like the distant mountains frowned slightly, as if she had a not very good dream.

A snow-white figure silently appeared beside her.

The robe is very elegant, and it is woven of the lightest feathers.

This person's face is a face that people can't remember, and when you see it clearly, you will forget it when you turn an eye.

It's like a human dream.

When I am in a dream, I am very clear and empathetic, and when I wake up, I often don't remember anything.

Only those deep eyes, filled with thousands of dream-like brilliance, faintly reveal a bit of deep and shallow, bright and dark purple, which makes people forget the vulgar at first sight.

It's like coming by the moon.

He just stood like this, looked at it for a while, and then raised his hand slightly.

I didn't see how to move, and the corner of the sleeved robe floated up when I saw the sorrowful hanging sleeves.

A long, narrow box flew out of her sleeve.

Moon Shadow spread out his palm, and the wooden box landed right in his palm. With another flick of his fingers, the lid of the box was lifted, and lying inside was a stick of three purple incense sticks that had broken off for some reason.

After all, I still got it in my hands.

Now that the incense has fallen into his hands, and the people are in this wasteland, the rest is the divine key.

Fortunately, everything in this world is under his control.

With just a slight squint, he could clearly perceive the whereabouts of Fu Chaosheng, and at this moment, he collected these few pieces of incense, and actually jumped into the air!

The snow-white robe turned into snow-white wings, and disappeared into the void in the blink of an eye, disappearing without a trace.

And after he left, he had fallen into the sorrow of a dream, but he opened his eyes.

In these calm eyes, how can there be a trance that a person who wakes up from a dream should have?

A deep silence!

The curvature of her lips was torn apart, and she had already laughed coldly in her heart, but she didn't chase it, and she didn't even care that the three drops of incense were stolen, she just stood up, and the scabbard tapped lightly, breaking the mirror in front of her.

"Smack. ”

Broken silver fell all over the ground.

The negative sword student on the other side of the mirror only woke up at this time, and his eyes were still a little trance-like, as if he was still trapped in what he had just seen and felt.

Seeing sorrow looking at him, there was a moment of desire to speak and stopped.

But in the end, I slowly asked him, "What do you see?"