Su Zhuo woke up early.

Wake up from a dream.

He had dreamed before, but he had never dreamed like this.

The self in the dream, a sword for thousands of miles, nine days and ten lands are all in the eyes.

The heaven and earth he saw seemed to be the Tianyun Continent, but it was plausible, the territory was very different, there were no five major dynasties, and there was no Wanghai City.

The East China Sea was not as magnificent as the one he had seen in the city, and the momentum was much weaker, and in addition to that, he saw a dark sea, which contained a power that made him feel uncomfortable, and he couldn't help but look at it a few more times, but he felt as if he was going to sink into it, which made him wake up.

Su Zhuo opened his eyes and saw the familiar ceiling of the inn room.

He took a deep breath and subconsciously probed the sea of knowledge.

The half of the demon bead is not quite the same, although there is no change on the surface, but the feeling to Su Zhuo is that the demon bead is even more amazing.

Su Zhuo stood up and glanced out the window, it was just dawn.

Since coming to this lonely Wanghai City, many things have been completely different from the past.

Although he has watched the tide of stinging dragons, solved the problem of being born without luck, and has the possibility of stepping into delusion, he is also caught in a bigger mystery because of this.

At present, it is still unknown whether it will be a blessing or a curse.

But he didn't regret it, because he had to.

Su Zhuo glanced at the Canglan sword placed on the sandalwood table, Shang Qingxuan was going back to the Shangqing Palace today.

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When the dragon tide ended, many people in Wanghai City had already left, and the streets and alleys were suddenly deserted.

The people of Shangqing Palace have already come to the West City Gate and are ready to hit the road at any time.

Shang Qingxuan was still wearing a white dress, standing in front of the magnificent West City Gate, quietly waiting for Su Zhuo.

When she saw the brocade-clothed young man coming from a distance, she smiled a little.

He came with a sword, sheathed on her.

The people in the Shangqing Palace all looked at Su Zhuo with complicated eyes, if they saw Shang Qingxuan waiting for Su Zhuo before the dragon tide, they would definitely be jealous more than envious, but at this moment, they were more envious than jealous. Of course, Li Xuan was naturally not among them, and when he saw Su Zhuo again at this time, he was already in the ancient well, and he couldn't see what he was thinking.

After watching the tide yesterday, there were gradually voices questioning Su Zhuo, thinking that he did not really have the strength to watch the dragon tide, and he should have used some unknown external force, which could not be compared with the other three demons at all. However, Su Zhuo's defeat of Xiao Yaosheng, the leader of the Dao Palace, is real, everyone has seen it with their own eyes, there is no doubt that this alone is enough to teach people to admire. Because of the Shangqing Palace disciples who came to Wanghai City on this trip, except for Li Xu and Shang Qingxuan, no one had full confidence to defeat Xiao Yaosheng, not to mention that Su Zhuo was so clean and neat at that time.

Su Zhuo looked at the graceful Shang Qingxuan, knowing that she was going to go back to retreat on this trip, so he smiled and said, "The next time I see you, it should be the Yao True Realm." ”

Shang Qingxuan looked at this young man who she couldn't see through more and more, and also smiled slightly, and said, "I also hope that if we meet again, you will have stepped into the Spirit Bridge after death." ”

Su Zhuo smiled and said, "This is naturally wanted." ”

Shang Qingxuan looked at him and asked, "Do you really want to go back to Lingjiang first?"

She also has a layer of meaning - now that you are out of the limelight in the city, not only watching the dragon tide, but also directly breaking through the realm, you are a thorn in the flesh of those people, and now I am afraid that it will be dangerous to return to Lingjiang.

Su Zhuo shook his head slightly and said softly, "It's the same everywhere." ”

Speaking of this, he paused slightly, and teased: "Or are you reluctant to me?"

Even though the disciples of the Shangqing Palace had already changed their opinion of Su Zhuo, when they heard him say this, their faces still darkened.

Shang Qingxuan didn't pay attention to Su Zhuo's words, she unsheathed the sword while saying, "I don't need a sword when I'm in retreat, Canglan Sword will let you go first, you need it more than me." ”

Su Zhuo looked at her for a long time, and finally took it.

Shang Qingxuan didn't have much sadness and sadness to part, but said softly: "I'm leaving, you should be careful." ”

She turned and walked away.

Su Zhuomu sent the Qing Palace and his party away, and only then did he glance at the Canglan Sword in his hand until Shang Qingxuan's figure could no longer be seen on the Jianmen Road.

The sword body is like a mirror, but in a flash, he can't help but be in a slight trance.

He slowly withdrew the Canglan sword back into its scabbard.

It's time for him to go, too.

As soon as he turned around, Su Zhuo was slightly stunned.

Where is there Wanghai City, in front of you is an endless forest, towering giant trees can be seen everywhere here, but the strange thing is that the forest is terrible and silent, and there is no trace of beasts.

His gaze flickered.

He suddenly felt a slight pain in his chest, as if he had been stabbed with a sword, and he subconsciously covered it.

When I looked up, my palms were covered in blood.

The more intense pain made Su Zhuo frown.

At the moment when his sword eyebrows moved, Wanghai City returned.

The blood on his hands was gone.

It seems that everything is an illusion.

However, Su Zhuo felt that everything was terrifyingly real, as if it was really something that had happened.

He vaguely felt that these were related to the demon bead of Zhihai.

Soon, his brow slowly relaxed.

His expression became calm and determined.

He returned to Lingjiang on this trip and had a lot to do.

If there were no demon beads, no Wanghai City and his party, he couldn't do anything.

If this is the cause and effect that he has to bear to get these.

Then he will pick it up on his own shoulder.

Back at the inn, Zhang Xingyuan had already packed up, and when he saw Su Zhuo who entered the door, his eyes were complicated, the most regrettable thing he did in his life was to go to Wanghai City and be a guard for this young marquis for a month. As the leader of the Dao Palace, he has also seen the demon talent, but it is really the first time like Su Zhuo. When the dragon tide passed and Su Zhuo appeared in the city, Zhang Xingyuan's mind floated in his mind the demeanor of this young marquis every time he lifted a pen to paint, and the leisurely picture of lying on the couch when he was fine, intertwined with the stunning figure at the head of the city, which made him have a sincere admiration for this young marquis who was younger than himself.

Zhang Xingyuan grinned and asked, "Young Marquis, go back to Lingjiang?"

Su Zhuo smiled slightly and said softly, "It's time." ”

On the Jianmen Road, a luxurious chariot galloped away, and the startled crows hovered in the sky.

Su Zhuo seemed to notice something, and looked in the direction of the two mountain ranges.

Suddenly, I saw Shengyue Mountain reaching into the sky, standing majestically, even higher than the Pingtian Mountain.

At a second glance, Shengyue Mountain is still a head shorter than Pingtian Mountain.

It happens to be a hill.

Somehow, Su Zhuo remembered a sword platform on the top of Shengyue Mountain.