Everything calmed down, and Yu Duhuan, who was lying motionless on the ground, finally opened his eyes slowly.

In her eyes, there was a glittering golden brilliance.

Although this time she forcibly crossed the heavenly thunder when her cultivation was not qualified enough, she finally survived.

Yu Duanhuan lay on the ground for a while, and when everything was settled, Yu Duanhuan didn't even have the strength to move his fingers. If she had to choose again, she would never choose to take such a risk.

Although this is the time to survive the thunder, it can be regarded as bringing a lot of benefits to Yu Duhuan, but this benefit is based on the premise of risking his life, and the slightest carelessness will end up as a result of his soul.

After a while, Yu Duhuan's body finally regained a little strength again.

She got up from the ground and sat cross-legged. Trying to use the little strength that he had just recovered in his body to restore his cultivation.

Now Yu Duhuan is no different from a wasted person. Now, she just wants to quickly regain a little strength, and then put an end to this "stupid" act of breaking into the tower.

Even if it's only four days, that's four days, it doesn't matter!

Yu Wanhuan thought stupidly in her heart, she didn't want to let herself have such a crazy adventure again, it was just too scary.

And this time, in order to survive the Heavenly Thunder Tribulation, Yu Duhuan can be said to not only have his own cultivation power almost exhausted, but his spiritual power is also almost overdrawn.

When she began to settle down and recover her cultivation, the black golden pill in her body played a role at this time.

From the black golden pill, it began to exude power, and without Yu Duhuan noticing, it spread from her body to the surface of her body, and soon enveloped Yu Duanhuan's body.

At this time, Yu Duhuan was obviously in a state of meditation, but her state of concentration was like a dream.

An extremely real dream, even Yu Duhuan himself had some doubts about what was real.

At this time, Yu Wanhuan was in a palace.

It was late at night, and she was sitting on a bed and looking at a man sleeping on her bed.

Now Yu Duhuan couldn't tell who she was, she looked at the man who had been sleeping soundly on the bed, although she was a little uneasy in her heart, but she was not so nervous. It was as if as long as he was still by her side, even if he was asleep all the time, she would feel that it was enough.

Not far from the walls of this palace, a portrait hangs. When the dim light shines on the fragrance of the flowers, it gives people a somewhat trance-like beauty. But at this time, Yu Duhuan's attention was completely on the man sleeping on the bed, staring blankly, not noticing the portrait.

She looked at the man and felt very familiar, but at this time, Yu Duhuan, whose memory was a little confused, even if she felt that the other party was a person she was very familiar with, she just couldn't remember who it was.

In the night, only the ice and snow whistling outside, as if there was a wordless roar, Yu Duhuan just looked at each other quietly, and suddenly, a cold wind swept through her neck, with a slight chill, making Yu Duanhuan's skin flush some small goosebumps.

Yu Wanhuan's heart froze, at this time she knew very well that there was only herself and the man on the bed, and there was no one else here, and even if it was a snowstorm outside, but her palace was not open-air, no matter how big the wind and snow outside, it would not blow into her palace, so how did this chill come from?

Moreover, with her current cultivation, chills rarely appear on her body, and this kind of instinctive reaction from her body is not a good thing for Yu Duhuan.

Yu Duhuan took out her spiritual treasure from the Sumeru ring, an ice-blue and translucent soft sword, like a finely carved piece of ice, which was covered with translucent white patterns.

"Woo......"

Here it comes!

Hearing this clone, Yu Wanhuan couldn't help but clench the hilt of the sword in his hand, stood up and protected the man on the bed behind him.

can approach her quietly, this strength is at least not lower than her. Yu Wanhuan didn't know what psychology she was coming from, but she did subconsciously want to protect the unconscious man on the bed. But Yu Duhuan's psychology is actually very clear, if the person is really stronger than himself, it is obviously a little small to want to protect the man on the bed. But no matter what, Yu Duhuan subconsciously wanted to fight.

"Huh-"

"Who!"

Yu Wanhuan's expression was shocked, the laughter that sounded just now was really a little too abrupt, but when she reacted, there was no other sound.

At this moment, Yu Duhuan's heart seemed to think of something, and he hurriedly turned to look at the man on the bed behind him. It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, at a glance, a look of panic appeared on Yu Duanhuan's face.

for she saw that in the body of the man who was unconscious, there stood a man—

But it's not so much a person as a soul. Because this pale blue figure looks extremely illusory and even a little transparent, how can such a situation be called a person? And at this moment, the soul body was slowly floating on the body of the man on the bed.

Yu Wanhuan wanted to see this person's face, but she was a little disappointed, I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, this man arched his back slightly, his hands drooped weakly, and his face was hidden in a long color.

"Hehe, Mirror Flowers-"

The figure's lips seemed to be slightly opening and closing, but the words spoken by the other party made Yu Duhuan feel a little unpredictable and incomprehensible.

looked at the floating man's soul, but the other party did not make any substantive movements, and the face of the man on the bed was still as calm as before, which made Yu Duhuan's heart feel a little relieved.

It's just that she still feels very puzzled in her heart, where did this man's soul come from?

"Heaven and earth have love, and all things are difficult to open-"

The man's soul was still muttering something, and his voice was ethereal with a hint of illusion, as if it was coming from afar, but it gave people a strange feeling, as if it was whispering in the ear.

When Yu Wanhuan heard these words of the other party, he felt an indescribable sourness in his heart for some reason.

This feeling really made Yu Duanhuan feel very uncomfortable.

"I don't know who my predecessor is-"

Yu Duanhuan simply didn't want to think about it anymore, so he tried to communicate with this soul body who said these confused words. After all, the other party's current situation is obviously a soul body, and it looks more like a remnant soul, but even so, the other party can still make these moths under her nose, which really makes Yu Qianhuan's heart feel frightened.

Wait, remnants!

When he thought of this, Yu Duhuan's heart seemed to be instantly illuminated by a bolt of lightning.

Why did she feel that a remnant soul or soul body could not do anything under her hands? You know, this animism is there, where does Yu Duhuan get the confidence to feel that the other party can't do anything under his nose? After all, the physical person and the soul body are completely different concepts.

Just when Yu Duhuan was guessing in his heart at night, in the entire hall, the dazzling ever-bright lantern suddenly-

Extinguished.

Seeing this situation, Yu Duhuan's heart instantly sank to the bottom. In the entire hall, only the man in front of him flashed with a magnificent but strange light.

"Senpai-"

In desperation, Yu Duhuan had to call out to the other party again.

"Yes!"

After hearing Yu Duhuan's call again, the man who was originally in front of her who didn't say a word and lowered his head with his hands down, he actually stood up!

Looking at the purple eyes, the defeated face, and the silver-white hair, coupled with the faint weird smile that appeared at the corner of the other party's mouth, Yu Duanhuan suddenly felt terrified. Almost subconsciously, she clenched the long sword in her hand and stabbed forward.

The man's brows suddenly furrowed, revealing a thoughtful gaze, but his eyes were firmly fixed on the long sword in Yu Duhuan's hand that stabbed at him.

"Whew-"

The long sword in Yu Qianhuan's hand was like a dragon, rushing towards the man's remnant soul with a terrifying aura, and the man's remnant soul was still facing Yu Dunhuan's attack, still with that meaningful gaze, his eyes were narrow, and he let Yu Dunhuan stab over, but he didn't make any resistance, even if it was slightly sideways.

Yu Wanhuan's eyes were cold, and his face was expressionless. Regarding the other party's behavior, in her opinion, the other party was too big and did not resist in the slightest.

Even if the other party thinks that he is a soul body and will ignore physical attacks, the long sword in Yu Duhuan's hand is not an ordinary weapon, and it can naturally cause actual damage to the other party.

But when the long sword in Yu Duhuan's hand was no longer far from the body of the remnant man, she actually saw some nostalgia in the man's eyes. The other party's expression shocked Yu Duhuan's body, and at this moment, Yu Duhuan was so distracted, Yu Duanhuan passed through the body of the remnant soul man so straight, as if there was nothing.

"It's a nostalgic feeling, it's just the last time, it hurts."

The remnant man stared directly at the long sword in Yu Qianhuan's hand, and Yu Qianhuan felt that his right hand holding the sword suddenly trembled.

She looked at her hand in amazement, for the trembling sensation she felt did not come from her, but from the long sword in her hand.

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