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Ye Fan felt that he was in the sea, swimming constantly under the traction of a dark mind.

And the place he wants to reach by swimming so constantly is the bottom of the sea.

Suddenly, a huge wave was generated in the sea, and it rushed to all directions violently, and Ye Fan became a small boat in the endless sea, shaking, as if it would be crushed by a huge wave at any time.

Under this endless coercion, Ye Fan was rightfully shocked to the point of being unconscious.

A wisp of Haoran Qi entrenched in Ye Fan's dantian sensed the crisis of the master, and automatically spread to the surface of the body for at least a year, stubbornly guarding the Dao heart, and resisting the power coming from all around.

Soon, the huge waves subsided, but in an instant, a hurricane that swept the world was formed, so Ye Fan turned into a purple fallen leaf fluttering in the wind again, and went away with the wind.

Ye Fan, who was unconscious, didn't know how long he had been swaying in the wind, it seemed like there had been a hundred years, and it seemed like there was only a moment.

Suddenly, a pitch-black chain stretched out from the hurricane, tightly locking the fluttering purple leaf, dragging him to fly in the darkness for a long time, until he was far away from the hurricane and sank to the bottom of the sea.

There was silence all around.

It was a dead silence.

After Ye Fan got rid of that coercion, he quickly woke up faintly. He opened his eyes, and there was no sound or light around him, as if he had fallen into an endless abyss that was bottomless, and there was nothing but darkness.

Of course, there was also the sound of Ye Fan's heartbeat and breathing.

This means that he is still alive.

The white-robed robe on Ye Fan's body had already cracked, and as the young man's movements quickly turned into strips of cloth hanging on Ye Fan's body, he looked like a beggar or an ascetic.

At this moment, a light of light slowly fell from Ye Fan's body, showing great temptation in the endless darkness, like gold and jade, beautiful.

It was like a gift from God.

"Come on. ”

A voice rang out.

Out of the darkness came a passage, but in the light of the sky, it still seemed extremely deep, and I didn't know where it led.

Ye Fan stood up straight, and was very resistant to that voice in his heart, but in this ghost place, if he didn't listen to the instructions of that voice, where else could he go?

He casually took two steps to the left.

A strange feeling filled Ye Fan's mind.

He had a feeling that if he took one more step, he would fall into endless chaos and be consumed to pieces.

The feeling was unusually strong, far more intense than ever.

After fighting for a long time, Ye Fan still chose to trust his intuition, no longer hesitated, and walked straight to that passage.

The passage is long, and it's a little unbelievably long.

Ye Fan couldn't remember how long he had been gone, three days, or five days?

If it weren't for the support of Haoranqi, he would have fallen long ago.

There was an unimaginable amount of violent winds outside the passage, and Ye Fan just glanced out twice, and his soul felt a tingling sensation. In this case, even if you are confused and afraid in your heart, you have to grit your teeth and keep going.

Ye Fan has a lot of energy to pee.

To say that it is still strong after thousands of blows, and the wind is blowing, and the wind is blowing.

As the saying goes, as long as you don't die, you will die to die.

It has something to do with the environment in which he lives, but it's more about the teenager being really a very difficult person to crush.

Especially mentally.

If it weren't for such a strength in his heart, in this boundless darkness, who could have persevered so much and walked towards the unknown future?

Those who are not strong-minded have long since collapsed and despaired.

This space seems to be completely isolated from the outside world, without any breath and aura, Ye Fan has tried many times during this time, knowing that it is really a bit wishful thinking to escape with only his own cultivation of the three realms, since there is no way, he has to keep his head and continue to move forward.

I just don't know how Qingqing is, whether he is in a hurry, and whether he will do something stupid because of himself.

Suddenly, Ye Fan's eyes narrowed.

Originally, all around was shrouded in endless darkness, but suddenly changed.

In front of him was a black and white division of light and shadow, straight and straight, with clear boundaries.

At the moment when Ye Fan saw this piece of light and shadow, the whole picture exploded, scattered into countless fragments, and the fragments turned into green smoke in an instant, revealing the scene that was covered underneath.

Simple huts, miao miao white smoke, green hills, colorful flowers, and lush vegetable fields.

As far as the eye can see, it is full of life.

It's like a legendary paradise.

Another village.

In the midst of the colors, there was a man in black dressed in a very dazzling dress who was standing in the vegetable patch, holding a hoe, as if he was weeding, and his expression was extremely serious and meticulous.

As if sensing Ye Fan's arrival, the man put down the hoe in his hand and turned to look at him.

The man smiled shyly and said softly, "Hello." ”

His voice was clean, but it seemed to be dry and astringent because he hadn't spoken for a long time.

Ye Fan took two steps forward and stood in front of the man.

The man looks like he is not tall, but he has a sense of slenderness. His face was delicate, his eyebrows and eyes were a little tired, and his skin was unusually pale, like his complexion after a serious illness.

Ye Fan asked slowly, "You got me here?"

The man nodded and said, "Well, it's me." ”

Ye Fan's expression remained unchanged, and he continued to ask, "Why?"

The man raised his head slightly in thought, and did not answer this question, but asked rhetorically: "That wisp of Haoran Qi, is it yours?"

Ye Fan was vigilant when he heard this, his brows were tightened, and he did not answer.

The man picked up the hoe and walked out of the vegetable patch, placed it on the ground, then scooped out a large bowl of water from the water tank, drank it all in one go, and continued with an unchanged expression, "I want to ask you for a favor." ”

Ye Fan felt even more vigilant in his heart, took two steps back, and stared at the seemingly harmless man in black in front of him.

The man picked up a bench from the door and sat on it, wiping the water stains from the corner of his mouth, "As a reward, I won't kill you." ”

Ye Fan's mind was running wildly, looking around and thinking about how to deal with it.

The man stood up, his expression still gentle, "Unlike me, you are very young, not just young in appearance, your actual age should not be twenty years old. ”

"Such a young boy can have a wisp of heroic energy, even I think it's really incredible. Not surprisingly, it was given by the elders of the family. ”

Ye Fan took two steps back and never spoke.

The man turned around, and the voice came slowly: "Shouldn't you change your clothes?"

Ye Fan then remembered that most of the white-clothed robes on his body had been torn before, and during the time after that, he had been walking in the passage wearing strips of cloth, and it was inevitable that some places would be exposed.

The young man was a little embarrassed, and quickly took out a piece of clothing from the jade plate and changed it.

Ye Fan asked while sorting out his clothes, "What do you want me to do for you?"

The man pointed to the green hill not far from the two of them and said, "There is a sword stuck in the mountain, I want you to help me pull it out." ”

Hearing this, Ye Fan continued to ask quietly: "What is the reputation of that sword, why don't you pull it out yourself?"

The man picked up the towel at the door, washed it twice and wiped his face, and said while wiping: "That sword is very murderous, I can't get close to it now, but you can." ”

"Why can I?"

The man wiped his face, shook off the towel, put it on the door, and said slowly: "That wisp of your Haoran Qi has a great resistance to this murderous aura, so you can." ”

Ye Fan let out a long breath, "Last question, give me a reason, why should I help you?"

The man turned around and looked at him quietly, "I said before, as a reward, I won't kill you. ”

There was no trace of ruthlessness in the tone, and it even gave people a sense of sickness and powerlessness.

But Ye Fan clearly felt that the moment the man finished saying this, a storm-like power surged out from all directions, heading straight for him.

Ye Fan stared at the eyes of the man in black and said, "If you want to be allied, God won't listen." ”

The man straightened up and smiled: "So, then you and I might as well do a business, you help me pull out the sword, and I can do one thing for you." ”

He thought for a moment, then continued, "What you can do." ”

Ye Fan had already relaxed all his mind at this time, because he knew that it would be futile to struggle and resist in front of this kind of immortal, the young man's eyes were blazing, and he did not back down: "This reason can't convince me." ”

The man looked at him and said puzzledly, "You're not afraid of death?"

Ye Fan replied calmly: "I'm afraid of death, but I'm even more afraid that those innocent people will die because of me." ”

The man understood what he meant, nodded, and suddenly burst into laughter after a long silence.

"I didn't expect that there are really people like you in the world. ”

Ye Fan knew that this 'you' was not referring to himself, but to someone else.

The laughter faded.

The man looked at Ye Fan and said, "If I tell you that I won't kill innocents indiscriminately after I go out, will you help me?"

Ye Fan hesitated, and then asked, "What is innocent, what is not innocent?"

The man said, "The innocent are naturally innocent." ”

Ye Fan shook his head, "I'm sorry, I can't help you." ”

The man was not surprised when he heard this, but felt that this was the right thing to do, and then said: "There is no hurry to draw the sword, you can't get out anyway, how about listening to me tell a story first?"

After a pause, the man continued, "I haven't introduced myself for so long, it's my fault." ”

"My name is Xiu Wudao. ”

The man's face was too pale, even laughing would give people an eerie sense of horror, but Ye Fan could see a glimmer of light in his eyes.

It is a light that has experienced eternal desolation, but is still full of hope for the world.

So the boy was willing to hear his story.

Ye Fan walked up to Xiu Wudao, pointed to the other bench located at the door, and asked, "Is it okay?"

The man put down the sleeves of his black shirt and said with a smile: "Of course." ”

In this way, the two of them sat at the door of the grass hut on a small bench, one was the talker and the other was the listener.

It's like a couple of brothers chatting at home.