After Ji Wushuang left, there was only a pitch-black desert left at the entrance of the bloody ancient temple, full of wind and sand, desolate and lonely, Ling Xue looked at the scene in front of her, her expression was in a trance, she was able to betray herself with all her beloved, and now she will not abandon her by her side, and she can go to the soup for herself, but she was the person she rejected the most before, I have to say that this is an irony. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The Sword Emperor looked at Ling Xue who had returned, and he could see that this disciple's mood was complicated at this time, but he didn't take the initiative to mention it, but just said, "Now that Ji Wushuang has left, it's time for you to start your cultivation." ”

"Practice?"

"Your Dao heart is broken, and now your cultivation has been sealed, and it just so happens that you have no distractions, which is a good time to cultivate the Dao. ”

"What should I do?"

"Follow me. ”

Dugu Ye walked towards a light gate in the main hall, Ling Xue followed, Dugu Ye suddenly paused when he stepped into the light gate with half a foot, glanced at Ling Xue behind him, and said softly: "Your sword guts and qin heart are extremely special, I have only seen you alone in the Shenzhou who has realized the way of yin and yang, if my expectations are not bad, the earth-shattering layout of gods and demons should be very much set up around your Dao heart, if you don't want to be a puppet forever, you can't be ruined Dao heart." ”

Ling Xue felt a pang in her heart, nodded yes, and then remembered something, she still asked after hesitating: "Master, what is inherited within the Gate of Death is the heart of the sword and gall, so what is the inheritance within the Gate of Life?"

"The inheritance of the taboo. ”

Dugu Ye only said this, and then stepped into the light gate.

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Huangquan Valley is located between Zhongzhou and the Western Regions, a radius of thousands of miles without grass, buried bones everywhere, just looking at it from a distance, you can feel the irrepressible surging dead air, compared to the Nai He Bridge of the Ten Thousand Souls Demon Emperor, it is more oppressive, like the power of the emperor, anyone can see at a glance that this is a dangerous and ominous place.

This place is regarded as a Jedi among the Jedi by the nearby monks, but all the monks who enter it, it is not an exaggeration to say that they are dead and lifeless, throughout the ages, how many self-esteemed Tianjiao leaders have never walked out of this place of death, and only those with great luck can seize the slim glimmer of life in it.

"I said, big brother, you're not here to try your luck, are you?"

"Is it dangerous here?"

"Tsk, it's not just a danger, in just a few years, I've seen no less than a hundred lives fall here, up to the True King and the Strong, down to the Juyuan monks, some people are ambitious, and want to get the envy of the people in the world from it, and some people want to use the spiritual objects in the Yellow Spring Valley to save people from danger, and even the flesh and bones of the dead and dead, what is the result? I haven't seen anyone come out of it. ”

The white-robed monk looked at the lean man in surprise and asked, "You've been here all along?"

The man smiled, pointed to the foul-smelling corpses floating out of the river at the mouth of the valley, and said, "Pick some rags, although most of them have been corrupted, but if you are lucky, there will be unexpected surprises." ”

The white-robed monk glanced around, and then he knew why there were still more than a dozen monks scattered in this cursed land, it turned out that he had such a thought, he smiled dumbly, did not stop any longer, and continued to walk towards the valley.

The thin man was startled and stopped him: "Big brother, shouldn't you also try your luck?"

The white-robed monk squinted his eyes at the valley mouth that looked like the Nine Hells, and said softly, "Of course not, I'm here to take the flowers from the other side." ”

"Flowers on the other side!"

The man exclaimed, but this time he could no longer see the white-robed figure, he sighed in his heart, over the years, Rao has seen too many monks enter the valley, but he has never heard anyone say that he would come to Huangquan Valley to take away the flowers on the other side, because this idea is too surprisingly bold.

"The other side of the flower, the legend is not only in the deepest part of the Yellow Spring Valley, but also the terrifying existence that is about to condense the demon body and incarnate into a monster. ”

The man muttered to himself.

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Half a month had passed since Ji Wushuang left the Bloody Ancient Temple, and Ling Xue had also stayed in the retreat place guided by Dugu Night for half a month, and being in this place was like dreaming back to the ancient times.

She could see the illusion of the former emperor powerhouse and the emperor of the Divine Xuan Realm fighting here, and even she could vaguely touch the edge of their Dao, and now that her cultivation was all sealed, it opened up a way for her to directly contact and communicate with the Dao of the martial souls of these former sages and powerhouses.

Up to now, she has experienced so many experiences that ordinary genius monks have never experienced in several lifetimes, and her understanding of the Tao has far surpassed ordinary people.

If it was just that, this secret realm would have been of great benefit to her, and now because the martial soul cultivation had been sealed, it had a bit of an "empty" meaning at this moment, like a blank piece of paper, and these powerful understandings of the Tao were absorbed by her with hunger and thirst.

It's just that Rao is in such a feng shui treasure land, Ling Xue still can't completely settle down.

The betrayal of her beloved, for her, has always been a thorn in her heart, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is her biggest demon, whenever her heart is like water, the scene of Ke Yimeng's betrayal of herself will always be reproduced in her mind.

And she occasionally thought of the man who had taken her to the bloody ancient temple with her for a hundred thousand miles.

As the time went by, this concern became more and more intense.

She never thought that she would miss Ji Wushuang so much.

Although she understood that she just didn't want to owe this man too much, Ling Xue still felt a little strange feeling from this thought.

Ling Xue muttered to herself, "You must come back, don't leave me such a pile of bad debts." ”

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Five days passed in the blink of an eye.

The mournful howl in the Yellow Spring Valley shook the heavens and the earth, countless dead souls rushed out, and the nearby monks all looked at the Huangquan Valley with great changes in shock, no one knew what happened in this Huangquan Valley, which had never undergone any changes for thousands of years, as if an extremely important spiritual treasure in the valley had been taken away by life.

More and more monks gathered here, but after looking around for a long time, they still didn't see any way.

No one noticed that a figure appeared in the dense forest outside the Yellow Spring Valley.

His breath was very weak.

But between the flickering eyes, it was the majesty of a generation of immortal emperors.

On the back of his right hand, there is a strange-looking blood-colored flower tattooed, and when you look closely, it looks like a demon's face, which makes people feel cold all over their bodies.

"Finally caught up. ”

Ji Wushuang glanced up at the gray sky and whispered to himself.