"Zhou Qingtian, Zhou Qingtian, you said that you are dead, why do you still keep the spirit treasure, how good it is to pass it on early, lose it now, lose it now, lose it, you are still the sword master of the West Heaven, it should be the West Heaven Knock Door. ”

The other Transformation God Elders left one after another, discussing how to find the Yaotian Sword, and Zhen Wuming was thrown in the sword mound, bored cultivating.

"I'm such a big genius, how many years have I been born, those old guys are not sensible, are you, the sword master, still ignorant, make a movement like a manifestation, and pass the sword to me, can you also close your eyes. ”

Sitting opposite the dry bones, how could Zhen Wuming calm down and cultivate, he was also worried about whether the fire in the underground soul prison would burn up, so this nameless son counted down the dry bones of the sword master on the opposite side when no one was around.

Anyway, it's dry bones, and it's not a living person, Zhen Wuming doesn't care about that.

He was originally a bohemian temper, if the elders of the various avatars would not be so presumptuous here, he would be left alone, then he would do whatever he wanted.

"What is this called, this is called occupying the pit and not, you old guy has been dead for a thousand years, and you still occupy the spiritual treasure, I can see it, the guys in the Sword King Hall are all slamming the door!"

Zhen Wuming shook his head and stood up, walking around the sword mound.

There are still many long swords here, which are broken, mostly magic weapons, and there are many magic weapons, which are said to be the flying swords used by the sword master Zhou Qingtian in his life, but there is no spirit treasure level.

"Yaotian Sword, it is a good sword when I hear it, at least the Earth Spirit Treasure, but it's a pity, it's a pity, which bastard ball was stolen?

"The sword master's natal magic weapon won't be the Heavenly Spirit Treasure! If it's an innate spirit treasure, then it's a big loss! Zhou Qingtian, you old fool, give me the sword early!"

The more Zhen Wuming spoke, the more angry he became, and he gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, missing the taste of the innate spirit treasure, which was really bad.

Click, click.

In the sound of Zhen Wuming's stomping feet, the dry bones of the sword master were tilted to the side, and the bones of many years had already been broken, and the slightest shock could be shattered.

In particular, the posture of the bones falling down was very tragic, breaking from the waist, as if someone had cut it off in the waist.

"Shhh

Zhen Wuming looked back, almost jumped up in fright, and thought that the dry bones were resurrected, but when he saw that it was collapsed, he breathed a sigh of relief.

It's just that this breath has just been relieved, and it has been lifted up again.

That's not an ordinary corpse, that's the remains of the sword master, it's broken for others, isn't it a deception to destroy the ancestors!

Zhen Wuming hurriedly began to restore the bones, and found that he couldn't press it back, so he had an idea to urge the baby fire and take out several demon bone materials, intending to connect the two parts of the sword master's body.

"Anyway, it's all bones, I won't mind, I didn't mean to, you old man shouldn't blame it, hehe, hehe. ”

Zhen Wuming's face is thick enough, while restoring the bones of the sword master, he is still looking for reasons for himself, just refining, he always feels that his back hurts.

"Your waist is broken, why does my waist hurt, it's really strange, is it because the yin qi in this dead man's tomb is too heavy?"

Zhen Wuming rubbed his old waist and said to himself: "Or have you been a little too amorous lately?" It seems that my son has to make up for it, just here to retreat for a while, by the way, to nourish his waist, I don't know if the demon clan will really attack Xizhou, it's really eventful." ”

Click, click.

I don't know if I was angry with his rebellious words, the dry bones of the sword master were just connected, and one arm fell off again.

Zhen Wuming was forced to retreat in the Sword Shrine because he was valued by the elders of the sect, and he didn't care about getting such an honor, he could only say that the nameless son had lived under this glorious light since he was a child.

The fate of people varies, some are noble, and some are humble.

Zhen Wuming was still very dissatisfied with the sword mound that could retreat in the Sword King Palace, but Xuanyuan Xue was looking at Xuanyuan Island in the distance, wandering in an entanglement that was difficult to return to.

The girl standing on the surface of the sea has already broken through to the realm of transforming into gods, and while she has gained strong cultivation, she has also lost her home.

After the list of thousands of babies and hundreds of gods that year, Xuanyuan Haotian and his third daughter were cut in two, cutting off the love of blood, and Xuanyuan Xue was no longer the daughter of the Xuanyuan family.

She didn't hold a grudge, and since she learned of her origins, she only hated that she shouldn't have occupied this body in the first place.

The newborn baby was cut off from life, thus encroaching on the body, such an evil method of reluctance, Xuanyuan Xue felt like a nightmare whenever she thought about it.

Although it was not her intention, it could not be stopped, let alone reversed.

She felt that she owed most of the Xuanyuan family, how could she hate the head of the Xuanyuan family, in addition to looking at the home from time to time, Xuanyuan Xue didn't know how she could make up for it.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry ......"

Facing the sea breeze, the girl clasped her hands together as if in prayer.

She was innocent, but she was repenting.

She is a kind girl, and she can feel the pain of losing her beloved daughter, so no matter how angry Xuanyuan Haotian is, she feels that it is her fault.

Perhaps, it is also Lin Xiyue's fault.

After a long time, Xuanyuan Xue stayed away from Xuanyuan Island and lived alone on an isolated island not too far from Xizhou, cultivating all day long.

In Qianying, she couldn't help Xu Yan, she felt that she was very useless, whenever she remembered that Xu Yan was chased and killed by so many gods, Xuanyuan Xue's heart was like a knife.

"If I can get stronger, I can help you, Xu Yan, you must not have an accident, I am here waiting for you to come back......"

The girl's murmur turned into a breeze and dissipated on the surface of the sea, and with the murmur was a sigh that no one could hear.

It was a shadow, standing in the void, every time Xuanyuan Xue appeared near Xuanyuan Island, this shadow would appear silently, and it had not changed for decades.

If we talk about change, only the hatred and killing intent in those eyes are becoming weaker and weaker.

"She's not our daughter after all, do you still hate her, do I still hate her......"

In the back mountain of Xuanyuan Island, outside the cemetery, next to the lonely tombstone, stood the head of the Xuanyuan family, Xuanyuan Haotian's big hand caressed the cold stone tablet, and the whisper was full of desolation.

Time is the best medicine to heal many wounds, both physical and mental.

But there is a wound that will not heal even in the last few years.

That kind of injury is called life and death.

is as strong as Xuanyuan Haotian and other gods at the pinnacle, half-step tribulation, there are still untiring knots, grievances in the world, grievances in the world, no one can tell, can't see clearly.

Year after year, the winds in the sea become more and more turbulent.

Year after year, the rain in Xizhou is endless.

Year after year, the clouds of Dongzhou gather and disperse.

Year after year, the snow in Beizhou is bone-chilling.

In the past 30 years, some people are searching, some are cultivating, some are waiting, and some are racking their brains to arrange new stories.

Of course, there are also people who have advanced to the late stage of transformation with a cultivation speed that the world can't imagine!

In the world of cultivating immortals, the fastest advancement of the gods is the Buddha Zi Ningyu, the speed of the peak of the transformation of the gods, which has established the reputation of the Buddha's cultivation genius, but now, this reputation has been broken by Xu Yan.