As he spoke, the situation had changed.

The sky was covered with layers of lead clouds. The dazzling daylight of the right talent is also gone at this moment. It's just that behind those clouds, there seems to be some faint lightning and thunder, silently peeking on the earth, with a sense of slaughter.

Jing'er, a little girl who was unconscious, had been picked up by the panicked villagers at this time. Only Lingmo frowned, and sacrificed the pale cyan fairy sword "Light Mandarin".

"Boom ......" in the distant sky, and finally a lightning bolt was drawn with thunder. Like a ghost, the evil spirit and the Divine Flame Fan turned into a red light and rushed towards the spiritual ink.

The shallow mandarin sword emitted bursts of clear light in his hand, awe-inspiring and fearless, as if he had returned to two hundred years ago.

Before the red light arrived, it was already a strong wind. Seeing this, Lingmo's figure gradually moved, and in an instant he drew three Xuanyan Taiji diagrams in an instant while holding his sword on the spot, and they moved forward together.

If she were an ordinary person, it would not be easy to be able to create a Taiji diagram in such a short period of time, but after all, she was the first seat of the Tianchuan faction.

At this time, looking at these three pictures and the dark blue painted by Shi Xin on the Baibian Mountain that day, it is obviously thicker, and the Dao method conceived is superior. At the beginning, the rotation was very slow, but the stamina was like a thousand pounds of weight.

"......Boom" There was a loud bang, like thunder in the ears.

As soon as the two rays of light collided, they spread out around the intersection and the earth shook in an instant.

Yun Yingxue stood in the air, the shadow swayed slightly, and the hand that was already as white as jade clenched the bow in his hand at this time, making it even paler. Is this the supernatural power of Taoism?

Lingmo's face was slightly gloomy, and she saw the strange light at the last moment. I saw that the Divine Flame Fan broke through two Taiji diagrams in a row, and it was not until the third that it stopped and rotated in the air.

At this time, the evil spirit had already escaped behind Lingmo.

This sudden change was only seen by Yun Yingxue in mid-air, she was startled, and was anxious to remind, but the evil struck like the wind, and a palm had already struck out. It's just that at the moment of the shot, his face changed suddenly, and then he raised an inexplicable smile.

This blow actually hit the phantom!

"Hahaha, if I'm not mistaken, you were still the little disciple who followed behind Sigh back then, right? I didn't think that you could reach such a point in just two hundred years. The evil demon folded his palms and stood up, looking at Lingmo, who had just revealed his true body in front of him, and said.

Lingmo didn't answer, but snorted coldly: "How many innocent people did you demons kill back then, and caused countless deaths and injuries to my fellow sects, and today I will do the right thing for the heavens!"

This style of action was swift, but the evil was not disturbed, let it hurt its body, and sneered: "Do the right thing for heaven?" hahaha...... It seems that the master is still so obsessed......" As soon as the words fell, the shallow mandarin sword had already been cut down.

The dazzling light engulfed the evil spirit, and the huge sword qi also made the earth tremble.

Wrapping around like this, Lingmo still didn't brow.

The light gradually faded, and the clouds and snow slowly fell from the sky.

At this time, the self-proclaimed "evil spirit" scattered figure, had already turned around and walked into the distance, as if it was unharmed.

"You're not my opponent, let's let the sigh come, hahaha......" After saying that, he disappeared into the distance like this.

At this time, the lead cloud slowly dispersed, and the sky became brighter. Lingmo stood in place, his face grim.

Shicai's blow, although she did not use all her strength, but the evil was easily dissolved, and this Taoism must be only stronger than it was back then. What worried her even more was that he had found it.

It's just that it was useless to think about it at this time, she looked at the direction where the shadow demon demon disappeared and snorted coldly, and finally put away the magic weapon shallow mandarin sword.

"Thank you, Master, for saving Jing'er. ”

Lingmo looked back when she heard the sound, and her Dao heart was stable, and she couldn't help but be stunned after seeing Yun Yingxue's appearance at this moment, and she was moved for a while: "Senior Sister Yang......"

Such a delicate appearance is that the few points hidden in her eyes are so similar to the decidedness, just like Yang Ruowei in her memory, how can she not be surprised.

"Did the master deny the wrong person? The little woman called Yun Yingxue, not the junior sister surnamed Yang as the master said," she reminded.

Lingmo had just woken up from a dream at this time, looked at her with love, and smiled: "I didn't admit my mistake, I didn't admit my mistake, it must be you." ”

Seeing that Yun Yingxue didn't know why, Lingmo continued: "You have a relationship with my faction, and listen to me talk to you......"

Yun Yingxue didn't know until many years later that although the complaint of the West Mountain until sunset had solved the previous life, it bound this life......

Two hundred years ago, the mountain behind Qiushuitang.

A man dressed in a wedding dress, his face was pale and kneeling motionless in front of the tomb, accompanied only by two fairy swords and a quaint square wooden box beside him.

"Master, it's been the third day, and he still has injuries on his body, so he keeps kneeling like this, what should I do?" Young Lingmo looked at the person kneeling in front of Yang Ruowei's tombstone, and couldn't help but speak.

At this time, the sighing master seemed to have aged dozens of years in the past few days, with white hair growing between his temples, and he waved his hand after a few coughs: "Let him go, this is his life, and it is also Wei'er's life." ”

How could she not be sad when her beloved disciple passed away, and she had cultivated the Tao for hundreds of years, but so what? Even her disciples couldn't protect her.

A few days ago, the Demon Sect attacked Tianqi Mountain, and the people in the sect suffered countless casualties, and the Lord of the Eight Halls had gone to one of them, and even the "Earth Secluded" Holy Beast that guarded the Demon Valley was lost.

The sighing master also glanced at the poor man at this time, sighed slightly, and finally didn't say anything, and let Lingmo help him out of the back mountain.

"Ruowei, I'll go to Xiuyifang to get the wedding dress, can you wear it for me?" The man endured the grief in his heart and slowly opened the wooden box in his hand.

Inside the box was a neatly folded crimson wedding dress. Gold thread dense embroidery, filament hollowing, the workmanship is extremely exquisite, luxurious and elegant, at first glance it is from the hands of a skilled craftsman, and the man's wedding dress is like a pair.

Now I really let the owner of Xiuyi Fang say it, and the end is "when you see it, you will be dressed in one day and wait for the Yiren".

But so what? Now that you are gone, my heart is dead, and I will not marry for the rest of my life. Although you and I will not have time to pray, you are already my wife in my heart.

Thinking like this, his heart hurt as if it was torn, and the old voice and smile appeared one by one, and he seemed to be able to touch it when he stretched out his hand, but at the end, there was only the illusion of a finger crossing between his palms.

How can a person be resurrected after he dies? In just a few days, the yin and yang are already separated, as if they have gone through a reincarnation, is this fate? It can only be determined by heaven, and cannot be changed by man.

He took out the "Yunfei Snow Silk Silk Wedding Dress" from the wooden box, dragging his weak body to stand up. However, Xu has been kneeling for a long time, and his legs have long been numb and unconscious. After stumbling several times, he almost fell to the ground, so he had to hold on to the Xuanming Divine Sword and hold down his mind strongly, and then he slowly stood up.

He looked at the wedding dress in his hand, his heart was full of grief, and he was reluctant to repent, but he still silently recited a few words of fire initiation, and burned the wedding dress in front of Yang Ruowei's tombstone.

The flames that rose into the air soon engulfed the beautiful and delicate "Yunfei Snow Silk Luan Silk Wedding Dress", and at this moment, a heart seemed to be burned together and turned into ashes.

The man turned his gaze to another fairy sword on the ground. Originally, without the spiritual power infusion of the master, the Snow Summoning Divine Sword, which had been lying quietly on the ground like scrap iron, was now slowly rising from the ground under his gaze, suspended in the air.

He looked at the sword and whispered: "If it weren't for you, she wouldn't have died, the world's artifact, since it can't be grasped, why should it be made!" The tone was a little angry and complaining at the end.

The man's hand was like the wind, firmly grasping the Snow Summoning Sword that was in mid-air, and his already weak body was becoming more and more stormy at the moment, and he felt like he was about to fall down at any time.

He let out a low roar, without half a moment's hesitation, and turned his left hand to call the snow sword from horizontal to vertical, straight into the ground, and buried half of the sword body in the ground. He put the Xuanming Sword in his right hand across his chest, secretly held the sword trick, and used all his strength to make a "Xuanxin Lock", and sealed the divine sword in front of the tomb......