She subconsciously reached out and wanted to take Nan Ming's hand and press his sword.

Don't let him take risks.

However, the hand was halfway out, but it was retracted.

Biting his lip lightly, he looked at the familiar, somewhat colder face than his impression, and his eyes unconsciously revealed an extremely complicated look.

She was afraid of Nan Ming's indifferent eyes.

I'm afraid that he will suddenly ask: Who are you?

Or just ignore it and walk away......

Indifference is like a knife, only engraved on the hearts of those who care most about it.

However, unlike Nanyin's imagination, this younger brother, who looked much more indifferent, turned his head and said in a low voice-

"Thank you. ”

Her heart suddenly warmed, but there was a slight sourness.

This word of thanks, as if to say the infinite distance, he still treats her as a stranger. The only thing to rejoice in is that he does not refuse the kindness of her as a stranger.

She took a deep breath and suppressed her impatience.

Remind yourself, don't rush, approach slowly, and let him think about the past little by little...... The years of a practitioner are long, and one day, he will change back to the same person he was.

It's just that she doesn't know that he is no longer the same person......

Nanming stood still in front of the Broken Dragon Stone.

The tip of the sword was raised halfway, and a weak divine thought suddenly floated from the outside of the world, conveying an urgent desire to communicate.

But he didn't pay attention to it, he knew that it was an existence hidden behind the Broken Dragon Stone, an imaginary monster formed by the fusion of countless spiritual senses.

Actually, he didn't think it was a monster.

There are many strange beings like this in the heavens and all worlds, and it is a good choice to fuse spiritual consciousness and take the path of spiritual detachment. However, it is not very common for a half-baked guy like this to make people inhuman and ghostly.

You can't become a fat man in one bite, this guy is too anxious.

I thought that by gathering the soul power of countless spiritual consciousnesses, I would be able to break the shackles of the life class and embark on the road of transcendence. However, there are so many spiritual senses, but none of them have a strong enough will to unify them.

In the long run, it is strange that it does not become schizophrenic.

It is now a fragile structure barely made up of countless spiritual senses, and no matter which part it loses, it cannot sustain its existence. Even if you realize the problem and want to operate on yourself, it is almost impossible.

Not long ago, it accidentally glimpsed a glimmer of Nanming's true face.

Countless spiritual senses collapsed in an instant, causing it to lose two-thirds of its body at once, and the remaining part was slowly dissipating like a candle in the wind.

Therefore, it is extremely desperate to replenish its soul and stop this collapse.

In the ruined area outside the obelisk, a large number of people fell like leeks, but it was only a drop in the bucket. Even if it absorbed all the spirits in the ruins, it would only delay the end for a moment and a half.

Besides, Nanming didn't intend to let it live.

- He has worked hard to get through to the last level, is there still a boss to fight?

The Blood Sword of Hatred stabbed straight ahead, and it sank into the Broken Dragon Stone Wall in an instant.

His hand gripped the hilt of the sword and trembled slightly, as if he was pouring all his strength into the sword.

The blood light on the sword's body became more and more red, and the terrifying majestic power distorted the space and line of sight, and the light of the formation on the stone wall flickered and flickered, slowly cracking out cracks like spider webs.

"Click, click, click......"

The crack gradually expanded, and finally the entire Broken Dragon Stone was completely shattered!

The brilliance flowed like mercury, and the hidden existence finally lost its patience, revealing malice and minions.

In just a few moments, dozens of people were swallowed by the flow of light, pulling out their souls.

Before Nanyin could react, a stream of light hit her door.

- Am I going to die?

Her mind involuntarily flashed various memories of her life, like snowflakes flying, most of them disappeared in a flash, but finally it was frozen into the picture of putting flower lanterns with Nanming when she was a child, he turned his face to smile to himself, and asked himself what he had made......

"My wish is to be with you forever. ”

She didn't say it.

The memories receded like a tide, and the immature face gradually became clear in front of him, but it was outlined by the years and more angular outlines.

A red ray cut off the flow of light, and she heard Nanming's voice pass in her ears: "You should be careful, too." ”

I don't know why, she read some kind of long-lost familiarity from her tone, and couldn't help but blurt out: "Little Ming...... Do you remember?"

But the man's figure was gone, and it didn't stay at all.

It doesn't seem to have been heard.

Nanyin lowered his head in some disappointment, but he didn't catch up anymore. This place was too dangerous for her to distract Nan Ming, but she had decided that she would go to him when she left the ruins, and she must ask him about it.

More and more people are falling, but the raging light is growing.

The methods of ordinary monks could not do it any harm, and they could not react at all. The only thing it feared was Nan Ming, and all the light streams also walked around him, far away.

"Oh my God, what kind of monster is this?"

"It's a demon! a demon that eats human souls! It has been bred in this ruin for thousands of years, and we can't deal with it!!"

"No, even if I die, I won't be eaten by it!ahhh

In the despair of not being able to escape, some monks even tried to commit suicide, but as soon as their spirits left their bodies, they were sucked into the flow of light, and the ending did not change.

"Stand back, all of you, and don't gather together. ”

The Southern Soul Flying Sword circled around, splitting a large stream of light, and then met the congregated ball of light with a solemn expression.

The ball of light glowed like mercury and emitted a high-pitched, piercing roar, as if many people were roaring in their ears at the same time.

"Why are you stopping me?"

"You are such a great being...... Why help these ants?"

"They're just ants, mayflies, meaningless beings......"

The voices were so loud that many people couldn't hear what it was saying, and they just had splitting headaches.

Suddenly, another voice came into their ears, low and clear.

"Even if it's a grass, it has the value of its existence. ”

Nan Ming said awe-inspiringly.

With a sword intent in his hand, the blood slashed it into two pieces.

It let out an even more angry roar, and various voices came out like schizophrenia: "What's wrong with letting them merge with me?"

"What's wrong?"

"They will have eternal life, infinite existence!"

"They will have access to all the knowledge and truth of this world!"

"They will be detached with me!"

"No—you can't—"

It roared almost as hard as it could, the light inside flashing like lightning, but it was already in chaos.

What answered him was an overwhelming sword light, pouring down like dense raindrops, cutting it little by little.

Like flakes of snowflakes, they dissipate into specks of fluorescent light and dissolve into the void.