Chen Guapi's consciousness slowly woke up from the darkness, and what appeared in front of him was a somewhat unfamiliar wooden ceiling.

Chen Guapi looked at the wooden ceiling in front of him, which seemed to have some faint lines.

But when he tried to look closely, he found that he couldn't see them clearly.

Chen Guapi didn't pay attention to these lines anymore, he knew that they were something he didn't control for the time being.

Then he got up from the icy floor.

At this time, he found himself in a rather large tavern:

It is a typical wooden building with oriental characteristics, which Chen Guapi feels is very much in line with his aesthetics.

And at this time, Chen Guapi noticed that there were still some people lying in this tavern.

Some of them were known to Chen Guapi, who were his comrades-in-arms in the same period.

And the others, he is a little strange.

In particular, Chen Guapi noticed that there were already four people who had woken up before him.

Although they didn't stand together, Chen Guapi felt that they should know each other.

And they have a very striking trait: they are hairless.

Especially inside, there is also a female player.

As if sensing Chen Guapi's gaze, the female player turned her head.

Her eyes seemed calm, and there was no negative emotion of being watched.

However, Chen Guapi did not feel that she was without emotional fluctuations, but she hid it perfectly.

Chen Guapi smiled apologetically at her, he felt that it should be quite painful for a woman to lose her hair.

Of course, he didn't discriminate against each other, but he felt a little strange.

However, Chen Guapi did not greet the other party, because he could feel a certain awe-inspiring temperament of the other party.

It is difficult to describe the temperament concretely, and compared with those simple expressions, Chen Guapi feels that this is a certain spiritual power of the other party.

At this time, Chen Guapi heard one of the male players speak:

"Senior Brother Yin, has the master explained?"

He was speaking to another male player who had woken up earlier, and Chen Guapi noticed that the other man seemed to have a sword in his hand.

And in addition to that, he has a sword on his back.

For some reason, when he saw the sword behind the other party, Chen Guapi had some indescribable emotions in his heart.

Those ancient, indescribable emotions surged in his chest.

Enmity? Wrath? Hatred?

It is difficult to describe this complex emotion in the words of ordinary things, and Chen Guapi has a vague understanding:

He felt that the bloodline in his body knew the sword......

"Confess what? The master doesn't care about these things......"

After the male player said a word to the other party, he turned his head to look at Chen Guapi.

His eyes were somewhat similar to the female player next to him, and he was also calm and emotionless.

But from his eyes, Chen Guapi could feel a certain sharp and indescribable sharp aura.

Killing intent?

No, Chen Guapi's pupils suddenly constricted.

Even though he had never seen anything like it, a concept clearly emerged in his mind at this moment:

Sword Intent!

If there really is sword intent in this world, it is probably what appears in the eyes of the male player.

The male player pointed at himself with the hilt of the sword in his hand, and said:

"Yoon Chung ......"

"What about you?"

"Chen Hexagram Pi ......"

Chen Guapi looked at Yin Zhong and said calmly with a calm expression......

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"Have you started?"

Sun Daoren stood on the top of the mountain, and the mountain wind blew his Taoist robe swaying in the wind.

In fact, when the relevant personnel asked him for information about the plane guide, Sun Daoren hesitated.

Although the transcendent Dao reward given by Yi Qiu in the relevant public secret realm was a pure way of killing.

But this is not a related lineage of other civilizations, and the Sun Dao people know its origins.

For a cultivator like him, such an avenue was undoubtedly full of enough attraction.

Sun Daoren knew that at that moment he was moved.

Cultivation is not the annihilation of the seven emotions and six desires, and perhaps the final, indescribable stage of integration will slowly lose those human desires.

But that's the result of the final stage, not the premise it requires.

Like the saints, anger arises.

A Dao heart is not a natural white jade flawless.

It needs to face the trials and baptisms of temptation in order to become more resilient.

And if you insist on putting it in an environment free of distractions, it will only slowly cover the dust of stupidity.

If it is as clear as white jade, how can it worry about the dust giving it flaws?

Sun Daoren eventually made his choice, and he didn't think it would change anything.

Or rather, he felt that it was not his way.

Although he was full of confusion about the future path, he had already begun to paint it in his heart.

He imagined the scene of himself swimming in the twilight of the North Sea, and he imagined the picture of himself wielding his magical powers to destroy demons.

But in the vague notions that those images pieced together, he was not a murderer.

It was a great way, but it didn't belong to him......

His path still needs to be walked slowly by himself.

"Are you regretting it? That's rare......"

Jingxiu Daoren walked over from the mountain rock, and she looked at Sun Daoren standing on the sharp rock of the cliff and said.

"Regrets? You're still like ...... That's smart, but you're wrong. ”

Sun Daoren turned around, and he looked at the daughter of this master Taoist.

At this time, Jing Xiu unexpectedly found that there was some kind of strange temperament in Sun Dao's eyes.

He is like the immortal who walked out of the painting, watching the suffering of all living beings.

"But one is indispensable."

"That's a 'technique' for others, but it's a 'law' for me......"

"Go ahead, and when you can get me to draw my sword—I'll give it to you."

Sun Daoren took out a sword from his long sleeve, and the sword was obtained by Sun Daoren from the Taoist Temple of Kunlun Mountain.

He is not coveting the supreme sharpness of the two swords in one, but a certain remembrance of the past.

"Remember, that's what you said!"

Jingxiu Daoren looked at Sun Daoren, and then left.

Sun Daoren looked at her departing figure and shook his head, the smart man is calculating, but after all, he is injured.

Sun Daoren did not doubt that she would be able to reach a relatively advanced level, and even surpass him.

However, being too smart will inevitably make her lose something.

The road of chasing the "Tao" is bound to be complicated and bumpy.

It has never been a path that leads all beings to the sky......

"However, Uncle Qi, I'm afraid you're going to miscalculate this time."

Sun Daoren looked at the sky that seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, and he was still able to observe those small stars.

But the macrocosm, the trajectory of that One, can no longer be found......