Cen Duxiao sympathized with the dead, but after such a fuss, she felt exhausted, she resisted the urge to roll her eyes, and left Wulan Town with a smoke.

"Lu Li, where are you?" Cen Duxiao spoke to the transmission note, and just after she finished speaking, she destroyed the transmission note, and said in her heart: "Forget it, don't look for him, it's important to go to Buzhou Mountain to find the sword immortal." ”

She tried to teleport directly to Buzhou Mountain, but unsuccessfully, and stopped at the lockdown.

The lockdown is close to Buzhou Mountain, and the damage is even more serious, and it is a mess.

The town was razed to the ground, the walls were crumbling, the corpses were in the wilderness, the silver-gray smoke was flying in the air, and the whole land was dark.

The surviving people knelt beside the bodies of their loved ones and wept and grabbed the ground, and the injured supported each other and walked desolate step by step.

Even if the sky has been mended, this unforgettable pain will linger and will remain in people's hearts forever.

The more miserable the world, the more ruthlessly people destroy the demon god who destroys the world and beg God to punish and destroy the demon god and restore peace in the world.

Cen Duxiao really wanted to tell the world about the gray dragon he saw, but after thinking about it, no one should believe it.

Who would want to believe that their devout worship of the revered Emperor of Heaven almost cost them their lives.

I'm afraid that as soon as she says this, she will be criticized by her fellow party who is classified as a demon god again.

She can only have hatred for the demon god, and she must not have the slightest sympathy.

A cyan light descended from the sky, landed in front of her, and asked, "Are you looking for me?"

The man was dressed in white, with white hair, white eyebrows, and a white beard, but his appearance was kind and kind, and his eyes did not show his age, and his body shimmered with a faint light.

Cen Duxiao was stunned, and looked around to make sure that this person was talking to her, but she had never seen this person in her memory, "Who are you?"

"Aren't you looking for the Sword Immortal?" the white-bearded old man beckoned, "Come with me." ”

Cen Duxiao froze defensively in place, looking fairy-like, but in fact, she hated cruel people, she hadn't seen them, she couldn't let down her guard and go with people casually.

She is self-aware, and the Sword Immortal personally sent someone to pick her up? How could she have such a big face?

The white-bearded old man guessed the concerns in her heart and said bluntly, "I am the Sword Immortal. ”

With a flick of his sleeve, the Wangshu in Cen Duxiao's hand was unsheathed unsheathed uncontrollably and hung in the air.

I saw a ball of brilliance blooming, like a hibiscus out of the water, graceful and clear, the strange star carving on the hilt of the sword slowly emerged, as if there was an invisible knife on it to carve freely, and in an instant flashed a deep light, and the light on the sword body was integrated, and the blade of the sword was like a cliff standing thousands of feet, lofty and majestic.

Wangshu hovered back and forth in the air with a "whoosh", and randomly and smoothly landed in front of Cen Duxiao.

She was stunned for a long time, looking at Wangshu, as if looking down on the abyss from a high mountain, ethereal and deep, as if there was a giant dragon lying down.

"This ...... This is my Wangshu?"

Her Wangshu is simple and simple, where is there such a pompous, but the weight has not changed at all, she held it in her hand, and Wangshu let out a buzzing sword sound.

The sword fairy smiled slightly, touched his beard, and said meaningfully: "The sword spirit has long existed between heaven and earth, but it is invisible and traceless, and it needs to wait for the opportunity to condense. ”

Wangshu's change was so obvious, Cen Duxiao had to believe that the old man in front of him was a real sword immortal.

She hurriedly asked, "When will it be waiting for, will it take many years?"

The Sword Immortal said in a deep voice: "The reason why the Heavenly Sword is the Heavenly Sword is because it can represent the heavens to destroy all the evils in the world, as long as you use it properly, the sword spirit will obey you, so as to gather the spiritual power of the ten thousand swords between heaven and earth to come to the world as soon as possible." ”

Cen Duxiao was speechless for a moment, this is equivalent to saying it in vain? It seems that Feng Yizhi and Bai Ze didn't lie to her, their immortals have always spoken so out of tune, as if they were standing in the clouds, ethereal.

It's just that there is one thing she is a little puzzled about, why did Feng Yizhi let her wait for the sword spirit to kill her.

Her nose was sore, why did she have some heartache, unbearable pain, as if a drop of corrosive poison had been dropped in her heart, the pain spread rapidly, and countless sorrows rushed up.

Feng Yizhi's statement was the same as that of the Sword Immortal, why did he want her to kill him at that time, and why did he bent on death?

Her mind kept thinking of the battle of the Light Dust Sect, the sad eyes of Feng Yizhi when he looked at her, and his tears.

How good would he have been if he hadn't killed the people she cared about?

How nice would it be if there was no conflict between them?

Ruthless Gu bit her heart fiercely, tearing and biting off a piece of flesh.

She trembled in pain and fell to the ground, holding her hands on her chest, blood pouring from her chest.

She blinked weakly, her vision blurred and blurred, and suddenly her eyes went dark and she lost consciousness.

Seeing that she was injured, a cold killing intent flashed through her eyes, and she walked towards her with a blue light in her hand.

Suddenly, a woman appeared next to the sword immortal and hurriedly stopped him, "Don't kill her, it's not in a hurry to take the demon god Yuanshen." ”

Qiong Lin didn't show her true body, only a cyan phantom floated by, she hooked her lips and sneered: "She hates Fusang so much, she doesn't hesitate to come all the way to get the Heavenly Sword, why don't you borrow her hand to get rid of Fusang first and then gather the Demon God Yuanshen?"

The Sword Immortal was suspicious, and did not agree with Qionglin's approach, so he arched his hand to the sky and said, "However, the Emperor of Heaven means to return the Demon God Yuan Shen to his place first, and then use the Ten Thousand Desolation God Array to kill Fusang and the power of the Demon God." ”

Qiong Lin's face changed, the overlapping light and shadow were dazzling, and he said angrily: "Xia Liancheng, give you spiritual power to pretend to be a sword immortal, do you really think of yourself as a sword immortal? What kind of thing do you dare to command me? I have the final say in this matter, you just have to carry it out! Don't forget who saved your life!"

Xia Liancheng lowered his head, hid a trace of dissatisfaction in his heart, and said respectfully: "Yes, the wine fairy is very kind and virtuous, and Liancheng remembers it in his heart, and listens to the fairy's arrangement." ”

Qionglin looked up to the sky and smiled, let all the people who love Cen Duxiao die because of her, and it is Qionglin's purpose to take away the people she cares about one by one from her.

Qionglin wants to take revenge on Cen Duxiao, she wants to torture her slowly, instead of killing her with a sword, killing her is too cheap for her, she is dead for a hundred years and has the next life, how can she not calm Qionglin's resentment.

What Qionglin wants is for her to watch the people she loves die in front of her one by one, let her kill her lover with her own hands, and let her live better than die and regret it!

It's almost there, this moment is coming! She can't wait to see Cen Duxiao fall into hell, as painful as she is!

Qionglin seemed to hear movement in the distance, and disappeared without a trace.

A black gas suddenly came out of the empty street, and Xia Liancheng didn't see the comer clearly, but he knew that the situation was not good, and immediately fled.

Feng Yizhi looked at him coldly, his eyes soaked with blood, and his eyes were full of murder.