Gu Ziyan was woken up by a few drops of water, Gu Ziyan looked up at the sky in a daze, feeling that life was so difficult. He had just suffered a catastrophe, and his whole body was still in that dazed state, and there was still lightning and thunder in front of his ears, which made him unable to recover for a long time.

Saying...... Is he dead or alive?

"Plop-"

A drop of water suddenly fell, hitting the corner of Gu Ziyan's mouth.

Where does the water come from...... Is it raining? Gu Ziyan moved his gaze along the track of the water droplets, and then found that he seemed to be completely covered in a thick shadow. There was a slightly salty liquid in his mouth, which actually tasted like blood.

Did you vomit blood by the Heavenly Tribulation? Oh, I'm lucky, I just vomited blood, and I didn't die.

As for the shadow, it is the shadow of ink.

Mo Yi half-squatted on Gu Ziyan, holding the long sword against the ground with his right hand, and looked down at Gu Ziyan slightly. On the ice-like blade, there are a few traces of blood from nowhere, which makes people feel a little dazzling.

It was too far away before, so Gu Ziyan only saw a white figure in Moji. At this time, when I looked closely, I saw that his long hair like a crow's feather slipped down his shoulders, covering a little side face, showing an extremely cold temperament.

is worthy of the rumored fairy road appearance, no wonder every time the author writes about Mo Yong's appearance, not only the girls in the book are full of peach blossoms, but even the girls in the comment area outside the book are left.

After all, at this time, Gu Ziyan himself was too close to this face, so he inevitably felt a little suffocated.

Suddenly, Mo Yi stretched out his hand.

As soon as he moved, Gu Ziyan found that in front of Mo Ji's heart, there was a large blood stain staining his white clothes. It was the wound he made with the long sword in his hand, Gu Ziyan was shocked, and then he realized that the slightly salty taste in his mouth was not that he vomited blood, but that Mo Yong fed him the blood in his heart.

That's why he can survive the catastrophe.

A pale green soft light floated out between Mo Yun's wide sleeves, and the light drifted to Gu Ziyan's dantian with the guidance of his fingertips, and slowly melted into his body.

After a while, Mo Yi lowered his eyes and sighed lowly: "Since I entered the path of cultivating immortals, I have vowed not to ask about Hongchen and not to cause and effect. It's just that a hundred years ago, I left a demon in my heart by mistake, and a hundred years later, I owe a karma. ”

The voice that came out of the thin lips was cold and low, like the sound of the Nine Shao Immortals, which was unforgettable.

"This wood-based spiritual source was obtained from the remnant of an ancient tree in my early years, and it should be used to repair your destroyed spiritual root." Mo Yun's fingertips touched Gu Ziyan's leaf tip, and the ice blade long sword in his right hand carved dozens of sword lights around it, gathering into a miniature sword array, channeling all the heaven and earth aura within a radius of dozens of miles here.

Wood Spirit Source? Gu Ziyan was a little surprised.

The so-called spiritual source is the essence of heaven, earth, sun and moon, which is only conceived in those heavenly and earthly treasures that have been stored for more than 10,000 years. Its function can be simply understood as a miniature spiritual vein that can be carried around, as long as it is not damaged, it can provide inexhaustible spiritual power anytime and anywhere.

Even if, as Mo Yong said, his spiritual root was destroyed by the Heavenly Tribulation, then this wood-based spiritual source far exceeded the original value of the spiritual root.

When the wood spirit source was completely integrated into Gu Ziyan's body, Mo Yi indifferently used the bloody sword blade in his hand to draw a sword formation around Gu Ziyan. He pinched the trick and meditated, and the sword array was activated at the same time, and the aura in the air gathered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and was introduced into Gu Ziyan's body by the wood spirit source.

With so much spiritual power pouring in, Gu Ziyan didn't feel any discomfort, probably thanks to that wood-based spiritual source, which collected all the influx of spiritual power to repair his damaged spiritual root and body.

"The catastrophe almost killed you, I can only help you rebuild the foundation, and it can be considered as a three-point cause and effect." Mo Yong looked at Gu Ziyan, and there seemed to be an unspeakable look between his eyebrows.

At this time, after thinking about it, Gu Ziyan decided to pretend to be stupid. Anyway, Su Pu was originally a fool in the eyes of others, and at this time, he would not be discovered if he continued to pretend!

So, Gu Ziyan pursed his lips and cried in a soft and glutinous voice very aggrievedly: "I want to go home." ”

The white hair is like snow, the cinnabar is bright, and in a pair of dark eyes, it seems that it is still the same as it was back then.

The appearance of this child faintly looks like the Demon Venerable Cang Yanjun who died because of him back then.

In the confusion of his mind, there was a bit of pain between his eyebrows. Because of his restlessness, his consciousness became a little trance-like, as if a fog was getting thicker and thicker, faintly floating some people and things from a long time ago.

In front of him, it seemed that on the uninhabited valley outside Anlan City, someone looked at him with those dark black eyes, and whispered weakly: "Let me go...... Please. ”

A large amount of hot blood spilled, soaking Mo Ji's white clothes and burning the palm of Mo Ji's sword.

His eyes were confused, his dark eyes turned hollow sockets again, blood seeping out of every knuckle of his body, and the even more tattered shell could not be concealed under the tattered clothes.

Flesh and blood, empty eye sockets.

This unbearable remnant stood up little by little, and approached Mo's face in the environment. He opened his mouth and made a muffled sound, a voice that had been artificially destroyed.

He said, "You promised...... Let me go. ”

"But why, did I become like this......?"

"Why didn't you stop them...... If you make a move, how can I end up like this! “

It was as if the words of the incantation were ringing in Mo Yun's ears over and over again, and he had long been unable to distinguish which ones were the memories of the past, and which ones were the obsessions and fantasies that he had accumulated more and more over the past hundred years.

In a trance, that inch of inner demon that has been entrenched for nearly a hundred years seems to be about to break through the seal and make a comeback.

The so-called inner demon is one with the host.

If the host is stronger, the demon is stronger.

Now that Mo Ji has survived the Heavenly Tribulation and cultivated to make great progress, the heart demons have also increased, and the seals that were originally used to suppress the heart demons have also begun to loosen. He couldn't stay here any longer, he had to rush back to the Taihua Immortal Sect immediately to strengthen the seal, otherwise once the heart demon returned, even he wouldn't be able to control it.

As for......

Mo Yong took one last look at the ignorant young man in front of him, his eyebrows tightened, as if he was about to be burned by a little cinnabar between his eyebrows.

It was too late for him to send the boy back, in other words, no matter where he was now, it was far safer than he was about to have a demonic attack. Today's kindness, Mo Yong will be repaid in other ways, but this kid ...... It's better not to see this life.

Thinking of this, the sword condensed by the cold ice in Mo Yong's hand suddenly cracked, and dusty ice and snow were scattered everywhere. In the midst of the fluttering points of light, he suddenly turned around and closed his eyes and left, stepping out layers of frost under his feet, quickly disappearing between the clouds that broke through the sky.

“……”

Seeing Mo Ji leave without warning, Gu Ziyan, who was left here so abruptly, widened his eyes.

Isn't this face of his scary! Or is it that you are disliked?

Mo Yi actually left like this? Anyway, I will give myself a ride, in this deep mountain and old forest, how can he go out with this little short leg now.

Thanks to Gu Ziyan, he saw that he had contributed three drops of hard work before, and he was a little moved, so he was all embarrassed at this time. If he had the opportunity in the future, he would really like to ask what kind of stimulation Mo Yong's heart had been stimulated during that time just now.

Touching his cheek in annoyance, Gu Ziyan was sure that he was still so handsome that he had no friends, and then he was ready to leave from this forest full of strange flowers and plants.

A hundred years have passed, and Gu Ziyan doesn't know, what has become of the outside world?

After his "death", will the Cangying Sect continue to flourish or decay?

After the plot changes, what will happen to Lizhao?

And the group of people in Xuan Huai and Lin Realm, where are they now?

The question of a spring was swirling in Gu Ziyan's mind, but he would not forget the most important point - he finally got his life again, and he naturally would not let go of the people who should be avenged and the things that should be returned.

[The pre-plot is complete.] 】

For this sudden girl's system sound, Gu Ziyan was obviously a little uncomfortable.

[Now the first task "Worship the Master": Please choose a sect to start your cultivation journey, the only requirement is that the Master's gender must be male, and there are no other restrictions. 】

[Time limit for this mission: 10 days.] 】

The corners of Gu Ziyan's mouth couldn't help twitching, what kind of messy restriction is this?

――――It was a small theater many years later――――――――

Gu Ziyan: I didn't blame you for what happened back then, why did you imagine me like a ghost asking for my life in my heart!

CM: I blame myself.

Gu Ziyan: Too much brain supplementation is a disease, and it must be treated.

Mo Yong: After a hundred years of governance, he was not saved. Or, do you try it yourself?

Gu Ziyan: ...... You, you, stay away from me!