This is the spirit in Nangong Yijian's body, Yan Ruyu looked at such a ball of light, to be honest, she was indeed a little surprised in her heart.

Its body is so small, but it is so crazy and so big. The defect may be that it can become large with the help of someone else's physical body, and it cannot exert such strength on its own.

Even the delicate and petite figure of Sekkisei can't be reached.

Therefore, it had to attach itself to Nangong Yijian, an ambitious man, gradually devouring him, and finally completely occupying him.

This is this spirit's plan, Nangong Yijian may not know it, but he is also desperate, and he is just seeking wealth and danger. Even, at this time, he was worried that Yan Ruyu would destroy this spirit, and as a result, his strength would drop too much.

However, in his desperate and even pleading eyes, Yan Ruyu did not completely kill this spirit, but only beat him half to death.

She put the spirit still next to Nangong Yijian, and said, "You two, it's a match." ”

She didn't kill the spirit, nor did she kill Nangong Yijian.

In this way, Nangong died with a sword, it was too cheap, he should be ruined and die when he lost everything he wanted, so that Yan Ruyu could relieve his hatred and avenge Uncle Zhang.

Yan Ruyu left the sword mound and went out to change direction and return to the main peak.

"I didn't expect you to let him go. Chu Xun leaned against the tree, holding a Xiao in his hand, obviously blowing for a while.

As soon as the wind blew, he raised his green silk like a waterfall, which seemed to be unbridled.

Yan Ruyu said: "What you don't know, Nangong Huan is about to chase after me, I don't think it's troublesome, let's leave the Tibetan Sword Sect first." Now that he is also tearing his face with Nangong with a sword, it doesn't make much sense to use this identity again. ”

Chu Xun's divine sense swept away, and sure enough, he saw Nangong Huan rushing towards this side with a chill.

"Poor sight. He said the bleak words, but his expression was still dashing, but there was no trace of regret.

As the two spoke, they left the main peak from the other direction, and then left the Tibetan Sword Sect.

When Nangong Huan arrived, the building was already empty.

didn't find Yan Ruyu, his whole person seemed to have lost his strength and almost fell to the ground. After standing for a long time in the position where Chu Xun was blowing, he finally spat out blood in a hurry, and his face fell into defeat.

He didn't know who to believe anymore.

If it was something else, Nangong Huan would choose to believe his father without saying a word, but after all, this matter was about Zhang Biluo, and he didn't dare to believe it.

It's not without wonder when I think about it, when my mother's soul lamp went out, my father was crazier than anyone else, and he turned over the entire lower immortal world, but still didn't find the murderer.

Who doesn't say that the Nangong Sect Master is infatuated.

But at that time, my sister was still young, and she was very sad to suddenly lose her mother, Nangong Huan couldn't coax her, so she had to take her to find Nangong Yijian, but found that his old god was cultivating, and he was completely sad in front of no one.

But at that time, Nangong Huan thought that it was a way for him to forget his pain, his sister would cry when he was sad, he would be silent when he was sad, and maybe his father would cultivate when he was sad.

After all, he was such a cultivator, and it was not strange for him to do such a thing.

But now that I think about it......

When a strange point comes out, there are constantly strange points rushing out. For example, over the years, when Nangong Yijian worshiped Zhang Biluo's undead, he became more and more unsatisfied, and if he hadn't reminded him several times, Nangong Yijian would have forgotten it.

Originally, Zhang Bi had been dead for so many years, and it was nothing that Nangong Yijian didn't remember for a while, even if it was said that the old man had passed away for many years, and his feelings had faded.

But Nangong Huan always felt that something was wrong, and there were many things gathered together, which made him feel blocked in his heart.

"No, I'm going to find my father and ask for an understanding!" Nangong Huan stood up, collected the internal injuries and didn't even accept the ammunition, so he went to the sword mound again.

Confused along the way, he suddenly thought that the conversation between Yan Ruyu and Nangong Yijian was so stiff, why could she still retreat so unscathed?

The jade mirror was cracked, and he didn't know what happened next, but he was suspicious.

After entering the sword mound, he drove towards the pavilion with a familiar road, and he walked this road countless times, and he could find the way with his eyes closed.

But today, it has been hindered.

Nangong Yijian looked at the mist array in front of him and asked, "Father, what does this mean?"

Why do you have to arrange a formation to block his way, is there something bad that can't be seen by him?

Is he injured? Did Yan Ruyu hurt him?

Yan Ruyu is so powerful? Who is she?

Nangong Huan's heart was in turmoil, and more and more questions came out of his head, squeezing his forehead sweating, and he couldn't vent that he felt that he was going to be suffocated.

After a long while, Nangong Yijian's voice came in, and said, "It's Huan'er, what are you doing here when you don't deal with the affairs of the sect at this time?"

His voice was calm and steady, and there was a majesty to it.

It seems that Nangong Huan's familiar father is not the one who has changed later.

Nangong Huan was stunned in his heart and said, "Just now I was outside, and I felt that there seemed to be a fight in the sword mound." Father summoned Yan Ruyu, I thought you were reminding her to cultivate, but after she went out, she left the sect directly. I wondered and asked my father what was going on. ”

Nangong Yijian over there also paused, there was a golden basin in front of him, the basin was full of Lingye, and the seriously injured spirits were soaking listlessly in it.

Hearing the name Yan Ruyu, Nangong Yijian's eyes were a little complicated.

He was already sure that Yan Ruyu was Zhang Biluo, otherwise what enemy would let him go at the last moment? Only that woman who was strong on her face but softer in her heart than anyone else would do it.

He paused and said, "This woman's origin is unknown, and she can't even see the depth of being a father. After the temptation, it was a dead end. At that moment, my father gave a verbal warning, but I didn't expect her to be weak and leave the sect directly?"

When he speaks, he needs to put his hands on his cheeks very funny, and with the help of aura, he can speak words neatly.

Hissing lightly, his nose was blue and his face was swollen, it was really difficult to see Nangong Huan at this time.

"I didn't expect this to be the case," Nangong Huan sighed, "I don't know what her origin is, why she wants to spread rumors about her mother outside." Ruining my father's reputation?"

Nangong Yijian's heart trembled, and he looked at Nangong Huan through the formation.

The people in the array couldn't see him, but he could see the expressions of the people in the array clearly.

His good son, when he said these words, did not show too much emotion, but it became more and more difficult to read, and in time, he would definitely be able to take on the great responsibility of the sect.

He sighed slightly in his heart, since Zhang Biluo let him go, it was impossible to talk about these things outside.

He knew her better than anyone else, she wasn't that kind of person.

Nangong Yijian said: "Oh, I don't know what I said about your mother?" She was talking nonsense in front of me before, but I didn't expect to be uneasy when I went outside. Knowing this, I would have shown no mercy, even if I used the power of the sword mound, I would also take her down!"

He was righteous and strict, as if he had never used the power of the sword mound from beginning to end.

Nangong Huan's eyes were calm, and he said with some difficulty: "She said that the Sword Saint's grandfather and mother were all killed by their father......"

Before he finished speaking, there was a sudden aura of murder in the sword mound.

Nangong Huan carried the coercion of Nangong Yijian, and his heart sank slightly, at this time, Nangong Yijian was really unstable in spiritual power, and the power of this coercion was much worse than in the past.

He not only wanted to ask the truth, but also began to worry about Nangong Yijian's physical condition.

He has had a deep relationship with Nangong Yijian since he was a child.

Nangong interrupted him with a sword and said, "Nonsense, this person has sinister intentions and actually told such a baseless lie. Huan'er, what are you doing, are you still serious?"

"Do you think that your father's feelings for your mother and respect for the Sword Saint are all faked?"

"Huan'er, do you suspect that you are a father?"

Nangong threw out a sword and a sentence of questions, so that Nangong Huan could barely breathe.

He was even a little scared, he shouldn't have made Nangong Yijian angry like this, maybe he should have thought of other ways to investigate these things, such as going to find Yan Ruyu, instead of asking Nangong Yijian.

The son didn't, but he also felt that this woman was ridiculous in his heart, and he made up such a lie. It was Huan'er who had no intention of achieving anything, so he would spread such words to his father's ears, and his father should not be angry. Nangong Huan said.

As soon as Nangong struck with a sword, the momentum when he came suddenly weakened.

Nangong Yijian has been strict with him since he was a child, and his image is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Nangong Yijian's expression softened, and said, "The Qing is self-purifying, has she spread the word about this?" You just need to deal with these voices in the sect, and we don't care what the outside world says. Don't let these innocuous things affect your disciples and your cultivation. ”

Nangong Huan Road is.

Nangong Yijian saw his expression in his eyes, knowing that he still hadn't completely eliminated his suspicions about him, he couldn't help but feel a little annoyed and a little scared in his heart. For Nangong Huan's son, he also has some feelings.

After all, they are connected by blood, and they have been close to him since childhood.

Nangong Yijian will think of him first whenever there is a good thing, even the original Sword Saint, or Zhang Biluo, he does not have such real emotions.

Therefore, he felt a little sad, Nangong Huan actually believed the words of outsiders, and he didn't believe him anymore. However, these things are not groundless, but they exist, which makes him a little helpless.

He waved his hand, "If it's just because of this, Huan'er can ignore it and concentrate on cultivating." Recently, my father has reached a critical period of cultivation, and if there is no major matter, it is still up to you to decide. If there is no big event, you should not come in and say goodbye. ”

There was some sadness in his words.

These emotions were sensed by Nangong Huan, and he couldn't help but look hot, but there was also an entangled emotion in his heart telling him that he would personally investigate these things.

Now that Nangong is in retreat, it is the best opportunity.

He retreated, and immediately called the steward elder of the Excalibur Battalion to come over, and asked, "But have you found their traces?"

Before entering the Sword Shrine, he gave an order to the Divine Sword Battalion, asking them to track down the whereabouts of Yan Ruyu and Chu Xun.

The elder shook his head and said, "Halfway through, our people were thrown away. ”

He was righteous and strict, as if he had never used the power of the sword mound from beginning to end.

Nangong Huan's eyes were calm, and he said with some difficulty: "She said that the Sword Saint's grandfather and mother were all killed by their father......"

Before he finished speaking, there was a sudden aura of murder in the sword mound.

Nangong Huan carried the coercion of Nangong Yijian, and his heart sank slightly, at this time, Nangong Yijian was really unstable in spiritual power, and the power of this coercion was much worse than in the past.

He not only wanted to ask the truth, but also began to worry about Nangong Yijian's physical condition.

He has had a deep relationship with Nangong Yijian since he was a child.

Nangong interrupted him with a sword and said, "Nonsense, this person has sinister intentions and actually told such a baseless lie. Huan'er, what are you doing, are you still serious?"

"Do you think that your father's feelings for your mother and respect for the Sword Saint are all faked?"

"Huan'er, do you suspect that you are a father?"

Nangong threw out a sword and a sentence of questions, so that Nangong Huan could barely breathe.

He was even a little scared, he shouldn't have made Nangong Yijian angry like this, maybe he should have thought of other ways to investigate these things, such as going to find Yan Ruyu, instead of asking Nangong Yijian.

The son didn't, but he also felt that this woman was ridiculous in his heart, and he made up such a lie. It was Huan'er who had no intention of achieving anything, so he would spread such words to his father's ears, and his father should not be angry. Nangong Huan said.

As soon as Nangong struck with a sword, the momentum when he came suddenly weakened.

Nangong Yijian has been strict with him since he was a child, and his image is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Nangong Yijian's expression softened, and said, "The Qing is self-purifying, has she spread the word about this?" You just need to deal with these voices in the sect, and we don't care what the outside world says. Don't let these innocuous things affect your disciples and your cultivation. ”

Nangong Huan Road is.

Nangong Yijian saw his expression in his eyes, knowing that he still hadn't completely eliminated his suspicions about him, he couldn't help but feel a little annoyed and a little scared in his heart. For Nangong Huan's son, he also has some feelings.

After all, they are connected by blood, and they have been close to him since childhood.

Nangong Yijian will think of him first whenever there is a good thing, even the original Sword Saint, or Zhang Biluo, he does not have such real emotions.

Therefore, he felt a little sad, Nangong Huan actually believed the words of outsiders, and he didn't believe him anymore. However, these things are not groundless, but they exist, which makes him a little helpless.

He waved his hand, "If it's just because of this, Huan'er can ignore it and concentrate on cultivating." Recently, my father has reached a critical period of cultivation, and if there is no major matter, it is still up to you to decide. If there is no big event, you should not come in and say goodbye. ”

There was some sadness in his words.

These emotions were sensed by Nangong Huan, and he couldn't help but look hot, but there was also an entangled emotion in his heart telling him that he would personally investigate these things.

Now that Nangong is in retreat, it is the best opportunity.

He retreated, and immediately called the steward elder of the Excalibur Battalion to come over, and asked, "But have you found their traces?"

Before entering the Sword Shrine, he gave an order to the Divine Sword Battalion, asking them to track down the whereabouts of Yan Ruyu and Chu Xun.

The elder shook his head and said, "Halfway through, our people were thrown away. ”