However, on the other side, outside Tianyou City, was the place where Yun Xuan died.

In that forest, thousands of figures shuttled between the forests, and in addition to some disciples of the three major halls, most of them were some loose cultivators in the rivers and lakes, and I heard that Yun Xuan stole the jade demon fragments, and finally blew himself up and died, and the jade demon fragments were not found, and the scattered cultivators all had the mentality of trying their luck, and they all wanted to soar into the sky.

"Hey, you're stepping on my feet, you're here too,"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry... Borrowed and borrowed"

"Yo, what a coincidence, the moonlight is beautiful tonight, I don't come to appreciate it... ”

But what makes these loose cultivators have a headache is that they don't know what the jade demon fragments look like, but they know that they are extremely hard and uneven, but no one has ever seen them with their own eyes, and then whenever they step on a piece or see an uneven stone, they will hold it in their hands, pour spiritual power, and one by one。。。。。

"Hey, brother, you have a good stone in your hand, can you lend me a look... ”

"Brother, the piece in your hand is not bad, or let's change it... ”

All of a sudden, the cultivators in the forest were exchanging stones from each other's hands. For a while, it was very lively outside the city.

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The verdant mountains are overlapped, these mountains are like some drunken old men, one by one, sleeping for tens of millions of years, and here there is a thousand-year-old sect, the Lingyun Sword Sect, these mountains are the guardian array of the Lingyun Sword Sect.

There are countless large and small sects in the Ninefold Mortal Realm, among which the three major sects are the head, the Lingyun Sword Sect, the Burning Sun Palace, and the Flying Feather Pavilion, these three major sects are the top sects in the Ninefold Mortal Realm.

And on one of the peaks of the Lingyun Sword Sect, in a small courtyard, there was a sixteen-year-old boy lying in the house, his face was not even the slightest skin color, his face was pale without a trace of blood, he sometimes frowned slightly, and sometimes he vomited heavily.

The young man frowned and slowly opened his eyes, "Where is this?" There was a pungent smell of medicine in his nose, and the young man looked around with difficulty, and the room was full of medicinal herbs.

"Yo, wake up, hehe, how do you feel?"

This young man was Yun Xuan who was unconscious, and he saw a thin and thin old man with a fishnet pattern on his face, gray hair, and his chin raised high when he laughed, and said to Yun Xuan.

Before Yun Xuan could fully open his eyes, he subconsciously slapped the ground and was about to jump up, feeling the pain all over his body but he couldn't move, there was only endless shock and confusion in his heart, and he looked at the old man vigilantly, "Who are you?

"Huh, your brain is broken, it shouldn't be. The old man looked at Yun Xuan puzzled and said.

"Where is this?Who are you?What are you going to do?" Ye Tian asked again.

The old man walked into Yunxuan and said, "Boy, count your fate, it's not that you meet me, you don't know how many times you've died, the meridians are broken, the dantian is destroyed, tsk, not dying is fate," and then said, "I have to tell your master to go quickly, my life is back, my brain is broken, hey. . . With that, he shook his head and left.

"Master, what master?" Yun Xuan looked dazed, and then looked at his injuries, and also smiled bitterly.

Yun Xuan looked around in confusion, wait, Yun Xuan put his hand in front of his eyes and looked at it stupidly, then his eyes widened, his tender white hands, and slender fingers, "This is not my hand" Yun Xuan didn't react for a while.

Then, the next moment, he looked at the bronze mirror beside the bed, and then suddenly exclaimed, in the bronze mirror was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, with red skin, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, very handsome.

"That's good," Yun Xuan couldn't help but praise, and then, he felt a pain in his mind, a tidal wave of memories, a huge impact, so that Yun Xuan almost fainted, holding his head and gasping for breath, after a long time, this strange memory dissipated.

"I realized, it's not that I'm not dead, it's that my soul is in this body. Yun Xuan, who had always been calm, was also shocked at this moment.

The original owner's name of this body is also Yun Xuan, he is the junior disciple of the head of the Lingyun Sword Sect, and the master's name is Gu Ruochen is the senior brother of the head of the Lingyun Sword Sect.

And this original owner Yun Xuan, because he was sent by the master to the demon mountain to exorcise demons, on the way back, unexpectedly, the sky suddenly flashed and thundered, the wind was fierce, and a lightning bolt actually went straight down, fell off the cliff, and unfortunately died, fortunately, the outer disciples of the Lingyun Sword Sect passed by and met and rescued, and rushed back to the master overnight.

Thinking of this, Yun Xuan suddenly sympathized with this goods, and he was also drunk, this is to recruit who to provoke whom, out of a teacher to go through a practice, the thick lightning of the bucket can also be split, this luck is too against the sky, hey, I was also taken on by me, I feel very guilty, okay, let me live for this buddy.

(The original body owner, "If it weren't for you, I could have been slashed? I said that you can't blow yourself up two days later?") But Yun Xuan was afraid that he wouldn't be able to hear this heart, so he just lay on the bed, absorbing the memory of the original owner of the Nine Mortal Realms in his mind.