And last time on Shiyu Mountain, the guy who messed with me and called Shizun, his figure inexplicably made me feel familiar, holding the long sword in his hand, and it was also similar to the white-clothed young man in the dream.

Was it fate, or was it a coincidence?

I couldn't figure it out, but when it came to the sword, I remembered that my Qingming Sword seemed to be missing.

On Shiyu Mountain, I summoned the Qingming Sword to fight with the group of white-clothed people, and then I was pushed into the magic circle, so most of my sword also fell there.

"No, I need to go get my sword back." I frowned slightly, and hurriedly pinched the teleportation circle and wanted to go back to Shiyu Mountain, but after a whirlwind, I fell somewhere else.

The meager sunlight shining through the bamboo leaves, softly scattered in the lush forest, always felt a little familiar to me, but I couldn't remember anything.

The roots of the green bamboo are straight, straight into the sky, like a giant hand, holding up the entire crumbling blue sky.

It had obviously been left unattended for a long time, and the morning frost and dew moistened the earth, as well as the insanely growing weeds that were almost half a man high.

I struggled to push them away, stumbling forward, struggling to move.

This ghost teleportation formation, I don't know what went wrong, actually sent me to this no-man's land, and it cost me a lot of demonic energy.

After all, demonic energy is no better than spiritual power that can be nourished by heaven and earth, and if there is no dead soul in that square inch of land where I am located, my strength will always be scarce.

"What a nuisance!" I gritted my teeth in anger.

The grass was thick, the sound of insects was incessant, and occasionally a few naughty insects jumped up and down on me.

I thought, if I had something in my hand, I would smash these guys flat.

I don't know how long I walked, the grass finally gradually lowered, and I saw a hexagonal pavilion not far away, and I wanted to go there to rest for a while, but suddenly I heard a terrible sword inscription, screaming across my ears.

"Who is it?" The man saw the grass stirring, and immediately swung a sword qi to slash at it, but he didn't want to frown slightly when he turned around and saw the familiar face in the grass.

"Lin Qingchen?" Seeing that it was an acquaintance, he indifferently put the sword back into its sheath: "I thought that you were captured by the people of Jiuyou, and you should have no bones left." ”

What he said was very mean.

But, why, no matter where I go, they call me Lin Qingchen?

Am I really related to this name, or to this person?

I suddenly wanted to turn around and leave, but at some point, the man quickly chased after me, hurriedly grabbed my wrist, and said hurriedly: "If you can come back, I will know that you still have a floating faction in your heart, and I will know that you have nothing to do with that demon clan......

He didn't seem to finish speaking, but suddenly he sensed that something was not quite right, and hurriedly pressed the two fingers that were close to my pulse down for two more points.

"You...... What about spiritual power? He looked up in amazement and looked at me in panic.

"What spiritual power can I have......" I smirked.

After all, I'm a demon, what kind of spiritual power can a demon have?

The wind gently ruffled my inky hair, and he finally noticed how different the man he hadn't seen in years was from the past.

The pair of dark red horns that are quite similar to Xu Jiarou, and the pair of scarlet red eyes, declare my identity for me all the time.

"You...... I'm still in the middle of it......" He let go of his hand gloomily and looked at me with a complicated expression.

"In your hearts, are you demons or immortals...... Should the separation be that big? I looked at him quizzically.

"Demons are vicious, kill ......," he gritted his teeth word by word.

"Where in the world are there so many devils who kill by nature?" I scoffed, "If you can't survive, who would want to live in this world with blood and insults?" ”

"It's a living being, it should be born equal, the world is unfair, so this world has turned into purgatory, this seemingly beautiful and prosperous world, have you ever really turned it upside down, and seen the darkness on its back?"

"That's why you're enchanted?" He looked at me quizzically.

"I'm the devil." I scolded.

I don't think there's anything wrong with being a demon, and I don't think they are happy to live as immortals, but they are all puppets who chase fame and fortune and are at the mercy of others, so what is there to envy.

I suddenly felt that this place was very boring, and I turned around and wanted to leave, looking for a way to get back to the Nine Shadows, but I didn't want to "whoosh", a thin immortal lock swept the golden light, rushing straight towards me from behind and binding me.

"Where do you want to go?" Behind him, the man's dull voice came, he raised his right hand lightly, opened his palm, and a touch of white spiritual power condensed in his palm, turned into a formation, and forcibly sucked me through.

"Do you care where I go, and what do I have to do with you?" I struggled angrily, but I forgot for a moment that this bundle of fairy locks would become tighter and tighter the more I struggled.

The slender rope tightened around my body, tightening more and more, as if it were about to take root in my flesh and blood.

And his eyes as deep as the starry night were faintly dull, as if he was thinking about something, and then without saying a word, he dragged me, jumped up with his sword, and flew towards the sky.

"Hey! Where the hell are you taking me? I asked out loud.

"Jingyang Peak." After a while, he replied in a deep voice.

"Where is Jingyang Peak?" I turned my head slightly and looked at him puzzled: "Where are you taking me for what?" ”

He was silent for a long time, and finally turned his head and looked at me indifferently, his deep voice still trembling slightly.

"You've never been so noisy."

Obviously, before I could ask a few words, he was already a little impatient, and then he cast a spell that prevented me from opening my mouth to speak.

Finally, his ears are pure, but I am very aggrieved in my heart.

The sword was lost, the road was wrong, the demonic energy was exhausted, and he was inexplicably tied up......

The man had a cloud pattern silver crown and bundled hair, was dressed in a white middle coat, a blue crane pattern robe on a white background, raised sword eyebrows, and an extraordinary aura, although there were some fairy wind bones, but for some reason, it was very different from those immortal people seen on Shiyu Mountain.

I always feel that he doesn't look like a person from Xianmen.

But what he just used was indeed immortal power, this person, just like his deep eyes, always revealed something, so that people could look at it at a glance and have the illusion that they would never guess him in their lives.

I raised my eyes and looked at the bright moon in the sky, and lightly sprinkled the clouds around me with a touch of goose yellow, it looked so clear.

It seems to be close at hand, but it is untouchable, and it adds some more vain thoughts to people.

The full moon seems to be able to reflect people's hearts, and in a trance, my eyes are full of ...... It was all in his sleep, the white-clothed young man with a verdant sword.