"You... You... No... Sad... Don't do... Foolish... Ahh

With the last sound, Yuhime suddenly raised her voice, and then stopped abruptly, and the palm in Jun Wenxin's hand instantly drooped.

Jun Wenxin was stunned, and his body, which had been trembling, also stopped trembling and froze in place.

The cold wind and rain turned out to be so biting and cold, and the cold went straight into the deep soul.

I don't know how long it took like this, he only whispered and called: "Mother..."

Above the sky, Dao Xuanzhen's face is distorted, and he is about to kill Jun Wenxin...

However, it seems that Providence does not want the king's conscience to die like this, and when he himself has already given up, another voice sounded behind him, and at the same time, the Xuanhuo Jian lit up, and the soul of Youji slowly floated up and inhaled it...

"Senior brother, stop..."

This voice is young and calm, but in the words, it sounds like it gives people a faint feeling of excitement and flying, as if the speaker can easily move people's hearts and make people's blood boil when he says a casual sentence.

The bloody power that destroyed the heavens and the earth, and the gods and demons could not stop, suddenly stopped, and the Dao Xuan Zhenren, who seemed to have the power of life and death in heaven and earth, and looked down on everything, suddenly dissipated the black qi on his face at this moment, revealing an unbelievable expression, staring at Jun Wenxin in amazement, and even his voice became hoarse.

"You... Senior Brother Wan..."

The pressure on Jun Wenxin's body suddenly dissipated, and he didn't have time to think about anything else, so he slowly turned around and looked back with Youhime in his arms.

A white figure, standing behind him.

It was a young and handsome young man, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, with a faint and gentle smile on his face, but in a pair of eyes, it seemed that there was always a passion and passion.

The wind on the Gobi blew, his white clothes fluttered, indescribably chic, just standing casually, Jun Wenxin suddenly had a feeling of respect from the depths of his heart, as if as long as he said a word, he would follow him across the iron-blooded battlefield of the world, and he was also willing.

The sky is sky, and thunder is shining.

The former Qingyun Shuangjiao reunited again in this psychedelic moment, in the confused and lost memory.

Dao Xuan Zhenren's body began to tremble slowly, and the Blood Demon Sword held high slowly hung down, and he walked down into the air step by step, walking towards the white figure, and never looked at Jun Wenxin again.

The white clothes fluttered, and the handsome face was just like the enthusiastic years in the memory, exuding a youthful light.

That light, warm and fiery, was once upon a time the most cherished place in his deep heart.

In his eyes, in his dry eyes, there were slowly hot tears.

"Senior brother... Is it really you?"

The white-clothed young man stood there, not leaving the range of the Xuanhuo Aperture, with a smile on his face, and said to Dao Xuanzhen: "Senior brother, hello, we haven't seen each other for a long time. ”

Dao Xuan Zhenren's body shook a little, although he was still holding the Blood Demon Sword, the black qi on his body quickly subsided after he saw Wan Jianyi's figure, but at the same time, the deep tiredness also returned to his face.

He seemed to have aged ten years in this short period of time, like the life in his body, which was sucked away by the magic sword.

It's just that Dao Xuan Zhenren obviously didn't notice the changes in his body at all, and all his spirit was placed on the white-clothed young man who appeared mysteriously, and he slowly stretched out his hand to touch the body in his memory: "Senior brother..."

His voice cut off halfway, and his hand passed through the body, touching nothing but nothingness.

Dao Xuan Zhenren stumbled, as if he was unstable on his feet, and only barely stood up after a moment, gasping for breath in his mouth, but there was a look of despair and pain in his eyes.

Like a flash of light, the white figure that had just dissipated because he reached out and touched it quietly appeared in front of his eyes, but it still did not leave the range of the Xuanhuo Aperture, and the shadow of the young man still smiled and said, "Senior brother, why are you still not sober?"

Dao Xuan Zhenren looked up, his eyes were confused, and he muttered, "Sober, what sober?"

The young man in white stared at him and said quietly: "Senior brother, you are smart, you should have realized it a long time ago, let go, let go of the nostalgia for this world, let go of the useless pursuit of power, the two of us cultivated together back then, are these things?"

Dao Xuan Zhenren's body slowly trembled, and at this moment he looked like a completely old man, desperately struggling to see the road ahead in confusion at the last moment of his life.

"We... Monasticism... For what... Ahh

The young man in white showed that gentle smile again, and the expression on his face was so warm that even Jun Wenxin, who was standing on the side, trembled.

I saw that the young man in white didn't say anything more, just flicked his sleeves lightly, and a light breeze blew between the plackets, blowing the fine sand and dust under his feet without a trace, leaving only nothing.

He looked at Dao Xuan Zhenren's old and tired face calmly and calmly, and said gently, "Senior brother, let it go!"

"Smack!"

The magic sword, which contained supreme evil qi enough to destroy the heavens and the earth, fell from the hands of Dao Xuan Zhenren, like an ordinary human long sword, broken copper and iron, and fell to the ground.

A smile slowly appeared on Dao Xuan Zhenren's face, and that smile was peaceful and calm, exactly the same as the smile on the face of the young man in white.

"I'm really... Stupid, I waited so long before I understood..."

He whispered softly, took a step forward, and stretched out his hands as if to embrace something, but after a few moments, his body slowly fell down, and he fell weakly to the ground.

All life dissipated from that body, but no matter what, it couldn't be taken away after all, the faint and gentle smile on Dao Xuanzhen's face.

The heavens and the earth were silent, and in an instant, only the sound of the wind whistling in the distance remained.

The characters who used to be powerful in the wind and clouds went so quietly at this moment, Jun Wenxin hugged Youji, and stood aside silently, watching everything that happened.

The figure of the young man in white was a little blurred, but it did not dissipate, on the contrary, he looked at the body of Dao Xuan Zhenren in silence for a while, and after a while, he turned around and looked at Jun Wenxin.

Jun Wenxin naturally knew who this white-clothed figure was, and a feeling of closeness involuntarily appeared in his heart, and he said in a low voice: "Father." ”

The young man in white still had a gentle smile, looking at Jun Wenxin's eyes with a little relief, and said with a smile: "Xin'er, hello, it's really good." ”

Jun Wenxin didn't understand why he praised himself for a while, and he didn't know what the word "good" in his words meant, so he was a little stunned, but the young man in white didn't seem to intend to explain, and with a slight wave of his hand, he saw that the Blood Demon Sword that was originally lying on the ground and the Zhuxian Ancient Sword in the air suddenly seemed to be held by an invisible force and flew over together.

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