The days wandered quietly over this world, melting little by little those years that even the wind would be forgotten.

Some people are still gone, with the mark of time, and disappear to all corners of this continent. Then, never again, never again.

Ye Junlin looked at Liu Cai's distant back, and his expression was a little dazed.

On the occasion of farewell, when will we say goodbye?

Dressed in luxurious costumes, four horses rode side by side. One hundred heavily armed battalions of 'Lin' followed from afar.

The reason why it is not four horses is because when Lao Wu chose a mount, he chose an old horse with a slope foot.

In Lao Wu's own words, at his age, he is like a large field of reeds in the wilderness, and he has long passed that era of beautiful scenery.

At the gate of Lonely Moon City, the idle people have already been cleared.

Hundreds of horses out of the city, mighty.

Xuanyuan Guoshi stood at the city gate and bowed. is like a kind old man, as if his son's broken arm has nothing to do with Ye Junlin and others.

Liang Bufan turned around and glanced at the city with a sea of people.

Although there were three thousand weak waters, there were all living beings, but he did not see the scoop he wanted to drink.

Sigh deeply.

Ye Junlin patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Dude promised you that within two years, I will definitely let that cold beauty throw herself into your arms." ”

Ye Junlin said with a hippie smile, but Liang Bufan listened to it solemnly.

"You're going to do what you say. ”

"That's natural. ”

In a corner of the tower of Lonely Moon City, the cold girl in purple looked at the two of them quietly.

The girl's nostrils were facing up, and a cold snort came out of her throat, and Xuanyuan Guoqi stood behind the woman, shook her head, and sighed softly

Outside the lonely moon city, there is a long yellow sand that is hundreds of miles long. It's not far to go to the Jin Kingdom, but if you don't take a boat, you will have to walk for half a month.

Sleeping all the way, Ye Junlin was also happy.

The cultivation of "Haoran Sword Technique" has gradually become a success. Although there are twists and turns in the middle, with Lao Wu here, it is a matter of course.

Lao Wu's method of teaching Ye Junlin is extremely unique: whenever he encounters Ye Junlin's inquiry, Lao Wu never speaks. Holding the wooden stick as a sword, with a slight turn of his wrist, the sword qi etherealized out, and in an instant, Ye Junlin was shocked and flew several meters.

The skin is open and the flesh is scarred.

After being beaten again and again, Ye Junlin's comprehension ability improved by leaps and bounds. At the same time, his ability to resist blows has also improved a lot.

Liang Bufan looked at Ye Junlin, who was like a madman, and muttered to himself: "Learning a sword, there is still a danger to your life, why bother?"

Ye Junlin smiled heartily

Huangshui River ferry.

A huge shipwreck, waiting for it. The captain of the ship is 100 zhang, and there is a black brocade flag hanging on it, and the word 'Jin' is written on the banner with iron painting and silver hook.

The water vapor hit his face, and Ye Junlin's chest suddenly stabbed a little.

Lao Wu was shocked, and his face, which had always been light-hearted, showed a look of panic.

Liang Bufan's head was a little dizzy, but after only a few breaths, it returned to normal.

Ye Junlin's eyes turned white, and his handsome face was instantly covered with cold sweat. Black demonic qi overflowed from his chest, like a black mist, enveloping his entire body.

"Haoran Sword Technique!"

Lao Wu stretched out his left hand and pointed two fingers, and the mighty sword qi was like a hurricane on the sea, destroying the heavens and the earth.

The sword qi rushed into the demonic qi, surging and stirring in all directions. The demonic qi was in chaos, and gradually retracted into Ye Junlin's chest.

Ye Junlin fainted, and Ning Kunlun was sweating profusely.

"Senior, what's wrong with His Royal Highness King Wei?"

"I was cursed by the 'black devil' of the 'old ghost of the west'. Lao Wu replied unhurriedly, but Ning Kunlun's heart was rushing.

'Black Ghost Curse', the unique secret technique of the Qin Empire's 'Ghost Venerable', enters the body of the warrior in an almost imperceptible way, and the incubation time ranges from one month to one year.

Lao Wu's 'sword finger' pressed on Ye Junlin's chest, and the endless sword qi was continuously injected into his body, and the demonic qi resisted desperately, becoming more and more vigorous.

Lao Wu's face was a little ugly: "It's not a way to go on like this." ”

Ning Kunlun was in a hurry, brandishing a halberd, walking back and forth.

"Senior, is there no way?"

"Yes, yes, but" Lao Wu turned his head and looked at Liang Bufan: "Liang boy, are you willing to make sacrifices?"

Liang Bufan did not hesitate at all, and made a final decision: ", even if it is a life for a life, I will do it!"

Lao Wu's heart trembled slightly, trembling and saying the next 'good' word.

Liang Bufan rolled up his sleeves and said hurriedly: "Senior, what's the matter, is it to draw blood or pull out the marrow?"

"Isn't it that exaggerated?" Lao Wu was moved, and a black line appeared: "I need to take out your 'Dragon Soul', only the 'Dragon Soul' can temporarily suppress this demonic energy." ”

"Okay, take it. ”

Liang Bufan sat cross-legged on the sand, closing his eyes and concentrating.

Lao Wu raised his right hand and raised his hand Kunlun.

Countless golden lights, Liang Bufan's body, radiant. Lao Wu clenched his right fist, and the golden light slowly peeled away from Liang Bufan's body.

If there is a frightened dragon roaring, the whole turbulent water, the waves are turbulent, the earthquake trembles, and a golden dragon phantom goes straight up to the nine heavens.

Qin's 'Spirit Palace'.

The 'Ghost Venerable' stood on the terrace with his hands in his hands, and Ying Zheng stood behind him with his eyebrows lowered and pleasing his eyes, not saying a word.

"Second Master, is the 'Black Demon Curse' a failure?" After a long time, Ying Zheng finally couldn't help but ask.

The 'Ghost Venerable' sighed and said nothing. But Ying Zheng already knew the answer from his expression.

Let the tiger return to the mountain, and the future will be endless

Lao Wu dragged the 'Dragon Soul' and led it to Ye Junlin's eyebrows little by little. The 'Dragon Soul' sank, and finally merged into Ye Junlin's sea of knowledge.

Lao Wu breathed a sigh of relief.

Liang Bufan was stripped of his 'dragon soul', his face was pale, his body was weak, and he passed out for a while.

The two of them, who were still alive just now, were lying motionless on the sand at the moment, and the atmosphere was a little sad.

The 'Dragon Soul' merged into Ye Junlin's body and slowly merged. The demonic qi was suppressed, and it slowly condensed into a round ball the size of a quail egg, still coiling around his chest, staring at him.

"Senior, His Royal Highness the King of Wei" Ning Kunlun was sweating profusely.

"I can't die for a while, but if I don't kill the 'West Old Ghost', there is still a possibility of recurrence in a year at the latest. ”

Ning Kunlun breathed a sigh of relief, and the big stone hanging in his heart was finally put down.

The halberd stood sideways, and Ning Kunlun gave a solemn military salute to Liang Bufan. One hundred 'Lin' word camps, standing solemnly, and a hundred copies of the 'Jin King Sword' were unsheathed together, pointing straight to the sky.

Ning Kunlun picked up Liang Bufan and cautiously walked to the boat: "Boy, you are a big hero who 'sacrifices yourself for others', you can't just hang up"