North Xuantian, buried sword valley.

In the north of the Xuantian Continent, one of the dangerous places, ten thousand swords roared together, and the desolation and gloom were intertwined.

At this time, the Valley of Buried Swords was a little more bloody.

"Luo Mingxuan, hurry up and hand over the things. ”

"Luo Mingxuan, this kind of artifact is not something you can touch. ”

Bursts of noise came from all directions.

In the middle of the Buried Sword Valley, the bloodstains on the blue-robed man's body were intertwined, and the shocking wounds were all over his body, and the blood continued to spread on his body, but Luo Mingxuan still straightened his body with the support of the [xiáng] Calamity Sword, and his indifferent eyes stared at the ugly faces around him.

Although he was seriously injured, he would rather not bend.

At his feet, a mountain of corpses made of stumps and broken bones.

They shouted and cursed, but no one dared to step forward.

Everyone has their own little abacus in their hearts, no one wants to be the first bird, and they all want to reap the benefits of the fisherman.

Luo Mingxuan sneered and looked at these hypocritical guys in front of him with disdain.

Tick...... Tick...... Tick......

There was a loud thunder in the sky, and the bones under his feet were constantly washed by the rain to form a blood-colored pool, and the blood of the pool water was reflected on Luo Mingxuan's face, which looked particularly demonic.

Luo Mingxuan raised his head and let the rain lap on his face, recalling the sadness of his experience.

My parents haven't been found yet, my grandfather's murder has not yet been avenged, the only thing that accompanies me is this flute, and now I have to take my life here for this flute, why does God play tricks on me so much, why all the misfortunes happen to me, I am unwilling, I am unwilling!

The resentment on his body continued to grow, and the blood light in his hand appeared, and the shuddering aura bloomed, this change interrupted Luo Mingxuan's thoughts and pulled him back to reality.

"That's what you want. The white light of the storage ring flashed, and a flute wrapped in purple and black qi was raised above Luo Mingxuan's head.

"The relics of the Ancient Emperor are really in your hands"

"Do you finally want to open it, if you hand over this thing, I can spare you from death. ”

You are talking and laughing all around.

To be honest, no one wants to provoke this demon covered in blood, and it would be best if he could not lose his troops.

"Heh... Scold... Huh"

Luo Mingxuan flipped his palm and took the flute back to the storage ring.

Seeing this, everyone was furious, "Are you playing tricks on us?" ”

"Tricking you?" Luo Mingxuan smiled disdainfully, "You can recognize this sword in my hand." ”

Just now, Luo Mingxuan's mind had another person's voice, and the owner of the voice was from the Calamity Sword.

That's right, after being watered with blood and nourished by resentment, the soul that had slept in the depths of the disaster was awakened.

"The name of this sword is [xiáng] to reduce disasters, and it can also be called [jiàng] to reduce disasters. Luo Mingxuan placed the disaster across his chest, the sword body trembled slightly, and the anger was released, and the red light rose sharply.

Everyone was forced back a few steps by this bloody aura, and the fear from the depths of their souls filled their bodies.

Red silk covered his eyes, and greed finally triumphed over fear.

I don't know who shouted, "Are so many of us still afraid of him as a dying man?" ”

Luo Mingxuan raised his sword and waved it lightly, and several more people exploded and died, looking at everyone's retreat, the corners of his mouth leaked a sneer, "Coward." ”

"Everyone surrounds him, we can't let him run, otherwise our people will be sacrificed in vain, do you want to go home empty-handed?"

The inspired crowd got the courage out of nowhere, formed a circle and surrounded him in the middle, he took a step forward, and everyone took a step back, and he took a step back, and everyone took a step forward.

Even so, no one dared to make a rash move, and the random explosion just now left a deep fear in everyone's hearts.

The greedy desire is powerful, and those who cannot resist the temptation take action one after another.

"Kill" Luo Mingxuan raised his head suddenly, the murderous intent in his eyes surged out wildly, and he shouted angrily, and the blood in his hand soared to the sky.

After Luo Mingxuan killed a few more people, his body had reached the limit, he was originally at the end of the crossbow, and he relied on perseverance to support.

Blood continued to flow out of his mouth, Luo Mingxuan hit the ground with his sword, and barely stood firm, "Are you really going to die here today? If there is an afterlife......

Looking at the people around him who kept rushing up, Luo Mingxuan slowly closed his eyes, and his lips moved slightly:

Disasters are brought down to man-made disasters, and disasters are held by me.

Hating life, hating destiny, born at the wrong time.

Since this is the case, let's die together, the corners of Luo Mingxuan's mouth rose, and a crazy smile appeared on his face.

"Hey!"

A white light descended from the sky, everything stood still, and time flowed backwards.

The rain returned to the sky little by little, the stumps and severed arms, the bones of the corpses, began to recover, the blood flowed upstream, and even the scars on the body disappeared, and everything returned to its original state.

The Valley of the Buried Sword returned to its original dead silence.

It's like nothing ever happened, and things go back to the way they were.

Far away in the heavenly realm, a handsome boy dressed in white muttered: "That's all I can help you, I hope you can live up to your expectations and walk out of your own way." ”

"Second brother, second brother, don't be in a daze, run quickly, you have violated the rules of the Heavenly Realm, and the law enforcers are about to chase after you. A man in a purple and gold robe pulled up the man in white and ran.

"Aren't they defending against the demons, and the third brother?" the man in white asked.

"Run, that dead bald donkey has already packed his bags and disappeared after hearing about this, and the matter of the enforcers will be discussed later. ”

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"Ahh

Luo Mingxuan sat up from the bed, looked at the disaster released by the bed, and looked at the familiar scene in front of him, his heart was full of doubts.

"Xuan'er, what's wrong? You're having nightmares again?" said a kind-faced old man touching his head.

"Grandpa!" Luo Mingxuan hugged the kind old man in front of him tightly, looking at the old man in front of him, the joy in his heart burst out uncontrollably, and the grievances and sadness in his heart turned into tears and flowed down unconsciously, "Grandpa, Xuan'er will never leave you again, Xuan'er misses you so much!"

The old man hugged Luo Mingxuan, and when his eyes came into contact with the disaster, the old man's pupils shrank significantly, but he still said casually: "Silly boy, grandpa has been with you all the time, what nonsense." ”

The old man patted Luo Mingxuan on the back, "Xuan'er is not hungry, grandpa will cook for you." ”

Luo Mingxuan wiped a handful of tears: "I want to eat eggplant, tomatoes, ......"

"Okay, you little gluttonous cat, grandpa will do it. ”

Looking at his grandfather's distant back, Luo Mingxuan's eyes were filled with an extremely determined gaze, "Since God has asked me to live again, I don't think I will let my grandfather leave me again." ”

Looking back at the disaster on the bed, holding it in his hand, his palm unconsciously exerted force, held it tightly, and sighed in his heart: Only by constantly becoming strong can he protect the person he wants to protect.