Chapter Seventy-Nine: The Bitter Sea is Boundless

The female demon cultivator paused: "You can't learn this sword intent." Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Shen Dongli asked rhetorically: "Why can't you learn?" ”

The female demon cultivator was smiling, her voice was tactful, like a silver bell, clear and transparent. "You have never died, so how can you feel life and death? ”

A Shujiang dialect and a soft voice seemed to make Shen Dongli return to the continuous Huangmei season of the Shujiang River, with a hundred turns of soft intestines and continuous light rain.

"As long as you have died, you can understand, then I will say goodbye. Shen Dongli turned around.

The female demon cultivator sighed lightly: "Would you like to listen to me tell a story about the past?"

Without waiting for Shen Dongli to answer, the female demon cultivator spoke eloquently, and her tone was sad and poignant.

She is a disciple of the Demon Sect's Life and Death Sect, named Candle Hong. This white-clothed male cultivator is an innocent peak sword cultivator, boundless. And these seven disciples were the famous Seven Innocent Seven Shows back then.

Who are you, Yaoqing? Shen Dongli couldn't help but didn't ask. The names of these two people are so similar, it would be embarrassing if they were sisters.

She and Wu Yazi became attached to Huang Quanjue.

At that time, she was already a golden pill, and she was ordered to bring Huangquan Jue back to the sect from the black market merchants. And this boundless son has lofty ambitions, and when he first leaves the school, he wants to make a name for himself.

When I saw Candle Red walking in the world, I naturally wanted to fight with her.

How could Candle Red make this sword cultivator so arrogant, naturally it was a merciless lesson. However, this sword cultivator was unrelenting, and chased her from the northwest desert of Jiuyou to the east of the Shujiang River, and chased her to Pingjiang City.

If you ask why Candle Red didn't kill the killer and prevent future troubles, I'm afraid it's because this white-clothed monk looks cute and has a tsundere personality.

Wuyazi is extremely talented, but he is a little ignorant of the world, and he has already built a foundation, but he is still as reckless as a teenager. Candle Red fights with him from time to time in a playful mood.

After half a month, the two of them became friends who talked about everything.

Shen Dongli thought in her heart, could it be that half a month can completely change a person's accent? The accent of the Northwest Desert is completely different from the Shujiang accent, and it took her about half a year to learn the official dialect of Jiuyou to understand the general semantics.

But what kind of pure friendship is there between the Demon Cultivator and the Righteous Path Sword Cultivator?" Candle Red then sighed.

After such a hundred years, Wu Yazi has become a Yuanying sword cultivator, and the affairs of the sect can be described as invincible in the same realm. But for his own selfish desires, in order to get the Huangquan Jue, he came to strangle himself with the Innocent Qixiu.

Candle Red was angry, she had so many opportunities to kill this person, she had let this person go so many times, but this boundless son didn't even give her a little life!

She fought with Wu Yazi for several days, but she was finally defeated. This boundless sword intent was so fierce that she was powerless to parry, but she was inspired by his indifference to be extremely angry, and between life and death, she finally comprehended the secret method of the sect The sword of death in life and death.

However, Wu Yazi is superior after all, he is so cold-blooded and ruthless, Candle Hong said that he can't do it. A sword cultivator like Wu Yazi who has no heart and no blood, who can knock him down.

Candle Red thought that she was going to die, but when she woke up again, it was the dungeon. Wu Yazi didn't even let her live in peace, and even ordered seven disciples to surround her and sit in the birth gate himself.

"After so many years, haven't you tried to see if Wuyazi is alive?" asked Shen Dongli suspiciously.

Candle Red was dazed, but he shook his head, how could Wuyazi die, how could a person like him die.

As long as he has not ascended, he is a mortal, and he will die. What if you soar, the fairy world is just as cruel and will die the same. When Candle Red first found out that Wu Yazi was dead, she was so angry that she wanted to burn everything he had clean.

However, in retrospect at this moment, there is a trace of amazement. She sat on her body every day, or talked to the mountain ghosts on the ground, or stared at the face of Wuyanzi, or did nothing, and sometimes fell asleep.

Gradually, she was able to break away from her body, and she was able to walk out of the sarcophagus, and occasionally walk to the nearest disciple. Now it is the first time she has encountered Wuyazi's body like this.

She was a little jealous, a little curious, or a nostalgic mood to touch the boundless son, but how did she know that he had already sat down! He had said that he wanted to live forever with Candlered, but where would Candlered tell others such thoughts. Wu Yazi only said that he wanted to live forever together, but he never promised her anything, nor did he personally say the sweet words of those mortal men and women.

Candle Red is only regarded as his own guess, only as his own affection.

But she still remembers her anger at that time. It was as if the mountains had collapsed and the rivers had fallen, and her anger had flattened the hills, shaking the rocks and turning the trees to ashes.

Wuyazi, what the hell are you thinking, Candle Red asked silently. But there was no answer in the air.

"If he wants your life, why should he protect your soul in such a way. Shen Dongli said lightly.

When Candle Red sat on her body and grieved and spoke, she studied the formation. Although she couldn't understand many of the structures and arrangements, she knew that part of this formation was used to nourish the soul.

Why did Wu Yazi do such a contradictory thing? Shen Dongli secretly speculated in his heart.

"How do I know, in short, this sword intent can't be learned, I can only teach you that death sword. ”

"The two most important exercises of the Gate of Life and Death, one is between life and death, and the other is the Huangquan Technique, I will teach you both, just ask you to let me out. Candle Red didn't have the heart to think about it anymore, now she just wanted to go out and go out.

"Bring me the exercises, and I'll help you get out. Shen Dongli stretched out his hand.

Although he didn't understand why Candle Hong was so generous, Shen Dongli felt safe and acted more decisively.

"My door of life and death has long been obliterated from history, what use do I want this exercise, if it weren't for these two exercises, I wouldn't be like this. Candle Hong snorted coldly disdainfully, thinking about it, she was still resentful.

"You have a jade slip, and I will burn the exercises into it. Candle Red said.

Shen Dongli naturally didn't bring it, but only swung out a sword and placed it in front of Candle Hong. "Burn this broken sword. ”

Candle Red brushed the broken sword with his hand, but he was surprised: "Your sword used to be used by a demon cultivator, right?"

Shen Dongli nodded, she went to the bamboo building at that time and thought of a weapon that could be used by demon cultivators, she didn't take a fancy to the heavy three-edged thorn, and randomly picked a soft sword, which was the broken sword at this moment.

This weapon must have been used by demon cultivators, Shen Dongli had injected demonic energy into the sword before, but it was still like an ordinary weapon, and there was no response. Until he encountered the seven sword intents.

"Presumably, this little brother is also a powerful disciple in the world, envy. Candle Hong said as if it was true or false, but he was paying attention to Shen Dongli's reaction.

Shen Dongli was paralyzed and expressionless.

It looks like that person, Candle Red said to herself. (To be continued.) )