Looking around, there was no one standing! The former cadre, the former splendid and colorful, under the suppression of his illness, were all at ease!

A glimmer of heaven, as if it had once turned into a Shura killing field, full of bloody atmosphere, on the ground, there were dozens of corpses lying in a mess...

"Hehe, Ling'er, I'm here, I'm here to accompany you..."

Xuanyuan Po's eyes were in a trance, and he chuckled, he couldn't support it, and his body full of wounds fell to the ground silently, and Xuanyuan Sword also fell to the ground in a daze, losing the light of Fang Cai.

"I... Falling to the ground, Xuanyuan Po muttered, his eyes were closed, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a smile.

It's a blessed smile, isn't it, is it a restrained smile, is it a smile that can be seen at the wind chimes?

I don't know.

"Repeatedly... A number of exquisite... Don't spread your hands?"

A perverse voice, I don't know where to take it back.

In just ten words, the public is like a resume with a number of mulberry fields and mulberry fields, so insignificant...

Then a dazzling light shot out from Xuanyuan's heart, rising from the ground!

It was a jade pendant. The whole body is verdant, and in the middle part, the word "bell" is engraved.

The jade pendant flashed in the sky, and suddenly scattered into a brilliant rainbow in the sky, illuminating all the great nature together!

But just in a flash, the jade pendant soared into the sky, and then, suddenly, shattered...

"Bell..."

A soft call, full of tenderness...

Xuanyuan woke up violently, and before he could open his eyes, he screamed softly.

As soon as he said a word, Xuanyuan Po stopped for a while!

"I'm not... Did you ever die, didn't you go to accompany Ling'er?

The sky is like blood, surrounded by fluttering purple bamboo, like the purple glow rolling in the sky, leisurely and leisurely in the wind stirring twists and turns...

There was a blood stain on the side of Xuanyuan's broken foot. The fierce sour sorrow came from his head, and when he reached out and touched it, it was a hand full of blood.

This mountain, this stone, this bamboo forest, this injury, are so familiar with each other!

This... Where is it?

"Zizhu Peak?!"

Xuanyuan was startled, climbed up from the ground, looked around with a shocked look!

"This is..."Xuanyuan Po felt a stirring in his heart, and suddenly a dim impression from years ago poured into his mind...

This is in the middle, it's too familiar!

Senluomen, Zizhu Peak, Zizhu Forest. This scene is when I was nineteen years old, when my personal sect was destroyed by the joint efforts of all races!

Isn't it, that the individual is openly back to the age of sixteen? How can it??

After looking around and looking around, I was sure that I was indeed a new student!

This kind of complete and uncontrollable change of events is now really happening to individuals, and Xuanyuan broke the nerves of eternity, and he was suddenly stunned in surprise!

If all the repetition, in my life, I should have some unfolded hands?!

Now, really come back again?!

Xuanyuan was stunned for a while before replying, took a deep breath, suppressed the boiling heart in his heart, and a flush appeared on his face,

"It's not good, Shimen!" Suddenly, Xuanyuan Po remembered something, and hurriedly ran towards the front mountain.

After a while, Xuanyuan Po rushed to the front mountain.

It's a pity, that's... It's a bloody place!

Hundreds of corpses, corpses are here!

There are several stumps and broken arms in the chest, which are messy, and they are covered with the martial arts field in front of the mountain!

The ground was full of blood from activity, and it was still a little warm.

Those corpses still had a sense of disbelief on their faces.

Suspicion for a hundred years.

"It's... There is no way to reverse it..."Xuanyuan was stunned, took a deep breath, and sighed.

Xuanyuan still remembers that when Sen Luomen was killed, his disciple, Yan Yunfeng, was floating in white, and one person and one sword were in the middle of the sea of fire, seven in and seven out!

The demon gods and demons in his chest, screaming for death under his sword, he was obviously able to break through casually, but he had always been stationed in this area until the sect became a scorched earth.

Yan Yunfeng knocked Xuanyuan Po unconscious in the purple bamboo forest and saved his life.

"Pick it up, I won't let those things happen again in the front mountain! I can't help it!"

"Ling'er, wait for me! In this life, I won't let you be damaged again!"

"The Great Array of Astrolabe, in this life, I want you to open it and unveil the veil of ten eternity!"

"In the present era, I want to overstep the bounds! Lead my clan to prosperity!!"

...

Half a day later.

At this moment, it was twilight, the red sun was falling, and the dark golden sunlight was slanting on the earth, adding a bit of brightness to the lonely Sen Luomen slush claws.

"Xuanyuan Sword, I'm here!"

Xuanyuan Po stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat beads from his face, his sleeves were a little wet, he looked at the main hall of Senluomen, and said silently, with irrepressible excitement in his heart.

On his face, there is also a faint smile, which is a confident smile, a smile that can control personal luck!

The blood stains and corpses on the ground are gone, and they have been buried and washed away by Xuanyuan.

At present, Xuanyuan Po wants to retrieve his old object, the Xuanyuan Sword.

In his previous life, Xuanyuan Po lost the Xuanyuan Sword in the main hall by mistake, and this was the end of that life.

"That's it!"

Xuanyuan Po stood behind the bronze statue of the group, the bronze statue was a lonely old man, holding a blood-stained sword in his hand, majestic and swordsmanship.

He stretched out his hand and pressed the bronze statue against it.

"Boom..."A hearty sound sounded, and the high air in front of the bronze statue slowly sank up, showing a dark and profound purity.

The pure import is not large, only for one person to enter and exit, but it is very deep.

Xuanyuan Po smiled, raised his feet and walked in, his heart was surging, getting the Xuanyuan Sword was the first step in his life!

In a few minutes, Xuanyuan Po came to an end.

At the end of the line there was a wooden table with a strong antique smell, which looked like it was some years old, but there was no sign of trickle damage.

A three-foot long sword, quietly and calmly placed horizontally below, and the smell of antique vicissitudes came to the face.

The sword body is three feet five inches long, an inch wide, and the hilt of the sword shows strange imprints, and the whole sword is long and antique.

"Old object, see you again. ”

Xuanyuan Po smiled slightly, and picked up the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand slightly, Xuanyuan Po slightly cut his fingers, and a faint blood flowed out and dripped on the Xuanyuan Sword.

"Hum..." After a while, a loud sword roar sounded, and Xuanyuan Sword couldn't stop stirring, with color expression.

Xuanyuan Sword broke away from Xuanyuan's broken hand and flew into the air, and the light was blazing, and a ball of light wrapped it.

"This is..."Xuanyuan was shocked, looking at Xuanyuan Sword blankly, in his previous life, when he lost Xuanyuan Sword, he also dripped blood to recognize the master, but there was no such vision.

Vaguely, Xuanyuan Po felt a little strange, why did he make the difference public after being reborn?

A pillar of incense passed, and the streamer slowly dissipated, expressing the Xuanyuan Sword.

It's just that the Xuanyuan Sword is very different.