If you look down at the plains from above, you will see that this continent is divided into four parts with strong contrasts in color.

One of them is from the coast of the East China Sea to the area of Jialu Mountain, where countless sects stand in a forest, towering ancient trees and lush spiritual plants, and a layer of soft light green from a distance.

Then there is the land of northern fire and the cold desert of south, the climate of the two is diametrically opposed, the same desert, but one is hot and the other is cold, and even the color of the sand is not quite the same. The desert of the north is scorched golden by the sun, but the south is silver that seems to be shrouded in moonlight all year round.

Both places are equally desolate and occupy large tracts of land.

Further on, there is the western frontier. I don't know where to count, the soft green gradually turned gray, and then slowly deepened, and finally became a thick inky black.

No one knows where the border of the western frontier is, and everyone who goes too deep will be disoriented and become dry bones in the miasma.

At this moment, in the thick black miasma, there were two young men.

The two of them wore clothes of the same color and style, and there was no difference in the tulle covering their faces. One of them carried a number of glowing fragments in his arms, and the other had a hilt floating in front of him.

The hilt of the sword was engraved with many dense runes, and you could see at a glance how much effort had gone into it by the people who had built it in the first place.

The hilt of the sword is so attentive, not to mention the sword body.

At this moment, the surprise in Ji Lianzhou's heart was no less than that of Wen Guye. When did his nameless sword become so dear? When he was still in Qianlong Yuan, Ke Xi once jokingly stroked a scabbard, and just like this, the nameless sword spontaneously burst out with a murderous aura, which shocked Ke Xi's face.

Wen Guye, who is it?

A thousand thoughts surged through Ji Lianzhou's mind. Those distant memories that he thought would never be picked up again slowly surfaced.

It was a very different feeling from when he was in that secret realm before, and no matter how much he thought about it, he could only remember a rough idea.

…… Enough is enough.

Longshou Mountain was destroyed that year, and there was no place for him to stay. Ji Lianzhou walked alone on the Dragon Wo Plain, and although his cultivation in the early stage of foundation building was not high, he would not be bullied.

And just like that, many years passed. Suddenly, one day, he accidentally bumped into a powerful fighting technique, and was affected by the aftermath of the moves, and was seriously injured and dying. One person saved him, and he saw that the person's cultivation was far higher than his own, so he fought all kinds of stubbornly, and finally the other party nodded and agreed to go together.

He had been with the man for hundreds of years, and he was always cold and indifferent in his face, but he was gentle and patient with him, accompanying him and teaching him.

If you can live like this in the future, maybe there will be no Demon Venerable in the Hidden Dragon Abyss in the world.

That person disappeared suddenly, and Ji Lianzhou traveled all over the world and finally got a way. He's still too weak, but it's okay, the innate demon body should always be of some use at this time.

The person who will protect him and not dislike him is gone, so what is the need to cover it up?

In the blink of an eye, a thousand years have passed, and when the time is ripe, Ji Lianzhou sacrificed the magic weapon that the man refined for himself back then, and slaughtered hundreds of thousands of people in one go. His body was covered with the dirty blood of others, and he couldn't even see his human form, standing in a mess and looking up to the sky and laughing, after laughing, he put away all his souls and went to refine the soul conjuring scatter.

There are conjuring spirits scattered, as long as the person is not scattered, he can always find the other party.

If you find it, you must hold that person in your arms and never separate again.

Afterwards...... He was alone against the Demon Slaying Alliance formed by those righteous monks, and was defeated and sealed into the Hidden Dragon Abyss. Time flies, and after 10,000 years, he is the devil of the Mahayana period, and the hidden dragon abyss is said to be the only one. Everyone shuddered at the mention of the murder he had committed back then. Ji Lianzhou felt bored, so he used the golden cicada to get out of his shell, outside the Qianlong Yuan, climbed Kunlun to admire the moon, and went to the Cangyuan to see the shark monster swallowing the boat.

At this time, he didn't even remember whether the conjuring spirit was refined or not.

Ji Lianzhou's eyes were churning with unknown love, and two lines of blood and tears were drawn from his eyes. The power of the primordial spirit was out of control again, and his skin was torn inch by inch, so painful that he almost wanted to fall to the ground and roll.

Feeling the master's mood, the broken sword broke out of Ji Lianzhou's arms, and kept spinning in the air, only the hilt of the sword was still floating peacefully in front of Wen Guye's eyes.

Wen Guye rarely lost his mind like this, and he didn't even notice the abnormalities of the people around him. It took him a long time to recover a little, and he no longer just looked at what was in front of him, but raised his hand.

The hilt of the sword obediently landed in his palm, with an icy temperature.

The touch coming from his skin was already very unfamiliar, and it was also said that the last time he touched the hilt of this sword was more than 400 years ago.

And the so-called 400 years is still the number for him. For the hilt of the sword, I am afraid that it is enough - 20,000 years.

Thinking of this number, Wen Guye's heart suddenly felt a sense of subtlety. His fingers rubbed the hilt of the sword, and the hilt shook lightly in his palm as if it were spiritual, as if in response.

A little warmth crossed Wen Guye's eyes, and it was fleeting...... He realized something more important.

"You sue me, your name is 'Ji Zhou'?" Wen Guye said.

In fact, in such a miasma, the two of them were unable to see with their eyes a long time ago, and they always used their divine sense to probe matters. When the light of the broken sword appeared, Wen Guye was also surprised that the light could actually spread so far away.

By the light of the broken sword, he saw a terrible scene.

In the darkness, a man stood in front of him, his eyes bloodied and his clothes stained with blood. At that moment, Wen Guye almost thought that he had gone to the wrong set and entered a horror movie world.

Fortunately, he quickly reacted, the aura in his body was still there, and this was still the world in his friend's book. Repeating it several times in his heart, supplemented by the heart-clearing mantra, he settled down and understood that Ji Lianzhou had another seizure.

The other party's sleeves were trembling slightly, his face was pale, and even his eyes were a little sloppy. But he was still standing there, motionless, clenching his teeth, probably in extreme pain, but he didn't want to show weakness.

Wen Guye staggered his gaze and pursed his lips. Obviously, he had seen the other party hurt like this a few times before...... But at that time, he didn't know......

Even if it is an RPG game, there will always be a few NPCs that are more preferred.

The person who snatched the protagonist in the book in front of him, was taught a few times by him, and then turned against himself, is the NPC he prefers.

The world is impermanent.

The two of them were opposite, and Ji Lianzhou focused all his energy on resisting pain and making his state look better, so he naturally couldn't spare the energy to answer Wen Guye's words. And Wen Guye was still immersed in his thoughts, and his heart was in turmoil.

I don't know how long later, Ji Lianzhou finally couldn't bear it anymore and fell to the ground with a pop. Wen Guye was awakened by the sound of him falling, and hurriedly squatted down to help him.

A soft and moist aura flowed down Wen Guye's hand and was entered into Ji Lianzhou's meridians, gently repairing the damaged parts of his body. Ji Lianzhou's consciousness returned, remembering that he was afraid that his honor at the moment was not very elegant, and he lowered his head and was reluctant to raise it.

Feeling that it was almost over, Wen Guye withdrew his hand and said, "How could it be you." ”

Ji Lianzhou wiped his face, wanting to erase the blood marks on his face, not wanting to be self-defeating. The aura in his dantian was consumed just now, and he couldn't even use the simplest cleaning technique, so the wolf bèi didn't admit it compared to when the two of them first met 20,000 years ago.

"Little brother," Ji Lianzhou said bitterly, "I should ask, why are you here?" ”

20,000 years...... Ji Lianzhou can remember that the feelings were so strong that he was thrilling, but he couldn't put himself in it anymore. There is only one point, in the past 20,000 years, his favorite plaything has been a handsome male cultivator dressed in white, and now that he thinks about it, it seems that it is also because the other party is like this.

When Wen Guye squatted down, the hilt of the sword spontaneously detached from her hand, and gathered with the rest of the spirit sword fragments, reappearing as a sword. Wen Guye didn't know how to answer Ji Lianzhou's question, let alone how to face the other party, so he said, "Did you name this sword later?" ”

Ji Lianzhou was quiet and replied, "No." ”

Wen Guye's fingertips pressed tighter, and there was an imperceptible emotion in his voice: "Won't it be still waiting for me?" ”

Ji Lianzhou leaned forward tentatively, and seeing that Wen Guye had no intention of objecting, he put his head on the other party's shoulder.

Ji Lianzhou said: "Yes...... You gave me the refined sword and promised to name it. ”

Wen Guye lowered his eyes and put his hand on the back of Ji Lianzhou's head in a vague manner, unprecedentedly gentle: "But it's broken." ”

He was shocked to Lin and didn't tell the truth to everyone.

The battle between good and evil was about to end, and Wen Guye was indeed sucked into a place by the spatial crack, but it was not a secret realm, but a cultivation realm twenty thousand years ago.

He landed in Ryuwohara and met a young man.

Wen Guye had been in the cultivation realm for six hundred years 20,000 years ago, and had walked through many years with the still weak boy. The other party saw that he was a sword cultivator, and he also shouted to learn swords.

Ji Lianzhou read after him: "Yes, it's broken." "The voice is weak.

Wen Guye sighed: "Twenty thousand years have passed, Ah Zhou, are you still Ah Zhou?" ”

Ji Lianzhou's pupils shrank.

Wen Guye said: "You can't even recognize me, it's better than a sword...... How do you want me to trust you? ”

Ji Lianzhou's hand clenched hard, carved a blood mark on the palm of his hand, and then let go. He said, "You're right, but ......."

The tone was stretched, Ji Lianzhou raised his head suddenly, confronted Wen Guye, and kissed each other.

Wen Guye's lips were soft, with a hint of coolness. Ji Lianzhou couldn't remember if he felt the same way when he kissed each other 20,000 years ago, but it seemed to be somewhat similar to the times he had imagined before.

The tongue pry open his teeth, but Wen Guye didn't push him away...... The bloody breath in his mouth was crossed, staining the other party's mouth with the smell of rust.

After a kiss, Ji Lianzhou cautiously pushed back. He pursed his lips and was about to open his mouth, but saw Wen Guye's gaze past him and behind him.

Ji Lianzhou's heart jumped, and when he turned his head, he saw that the magic weapon given by Qu Gu earlier was re-lit and floating in the air.

They didn't go to find Qu Zhiqin, but Qu Zhiqin found it himself?