The Buddha said: Everything in the world can be explained clearly, only the so-called destiny cannot be explained, and the Tao is not clear.

Dongfang Ning Feng, who was holding his father's corpse, asked himself countless times in his heart, why was his fate like this? He didn't believe in fate, but the reality had made him a bruise. The Nine Soul Sword is in his hand, and the Remnant Moon Sword Soul is in his body, but he is still powerless.

What is the destiny of heaven? Only the unfathomable is called heaven, and the helpless is called destiny.

He looked up at Grandma Sun who was standing in front of him, and two old men in rags, one was an old drunkard of that day, and the other was holding a long cigarette pouch, which was an old smoking gun.

The old smoker looked at the demon with a soft gaze and said, "Xiao Li, why are you so stupid, why do you use the 'Heavenly Demon Disintegration Holy Method'?"

The demon smiled: "I'm sorry, I owe you in this life, if there is an afterlife, I don't love others, so I will marry you." ”

The eyes of the old smoking gun are foggy, he loves the demon, he loves Xiaoli, he can give up the right to dominate the Shence Army, and he loves so much that he can take the Huoyan Pill and let his son grow old.

The demon's beautiful eyes kept staring at the person next to the old smoking gun, and he couldn't help biting his lip, and finally shouted: "Dad." ”

The old drunkard raised the wine gourd, took a big sip, and said heavily: "The debts you owe your sister have been paid off, and from today on, you are still my daughter." ”

The demon burst into tears, but her heart was warm, she felt relieved, and she had no regrets.

"Let me teach you the methods of the number one killer of the Great Xia Dynasty. The old smoker groaned at Leng Xue.

She still stood in place, looking at a few people lightly, she really didn't know what could make this woman in a black gauze dress lose her temper, or panic a little.

"Stand down and let me come. Unexpectedly, the old drunkard stopped the old smoking gun, and he was finally about to make a move.

Leng Xueyin's cold and melancholy eyes flickered, and she said softly: "When Xue Yin was young, I heard my father mention the prestige of the old drunkard Sun Moqing, and I have the honor to teach him today." ”

The old drunkard sneered, and the spiritual power in his hand was already gathered.

"Wait. The demon flashed to the front and said, "Dad, please, let me handle this matter myself." ”

The old drunkard hesitated, but withdrew and retreated.

The long street, one in red clothes like fire, and the other in black dress like night, is the most eye-catching.

The demon raised his slender hand, and a stream of red spiritual power continued to gather in his palm, and in an instant, the breeze was blowing, the earth seemed to be shaking, and the snowflakes seemed to be trembling.

She said, "Sister Xue, if I lose, can you let go of the child behind me." ”

Leng Xueyin on the opposite side didn't speak, still motionless, but at some point, there was a long sword glowing with purple light in his hand, the thin tip of the sword, which made people feel a chill in their hearts when they saw it, it was the Megatron Purple Nian Sword.

"Is Xiaoli sure?" asked the old smoker.

The old drunkard looked at the palm of the demon intently, and said, "It should be no problem, the power of the ancient demon god is comparable to that of a strong teacher." ”

At this time, the spiritual power in the palm of the demon's hand was enough to split the mountain and the moon, and finally, she turned into a beam of light and flew forward to stop the fatal blow.

At this moment, everyone held their breath, and if they were not careful, they could all be affected and die.

"Ahh

In the dazzling beam, I don't know who snorted.

Who is it? How could it be her, doesn't she have the power of an ancient demon god?

The demon was bleeding all over, she fell in front of Leng Xueyin, she took her last breath and cried: "Sister Xue, how could I hurt you." ”

"Grandma Sun!" Dongfang Ning Feng shouted, and he ran over like crazy.

The heart is completely dead. He picked up the demon, he picked up his grandmother, but she had closed her eyes and had gone to another world.

The fiery red dress was wet, and the endless blood spread around her, melting with the holy snow, like a blooming peony flower, only withered, withered in the spring of hope.

Dongfang Ning Feng stared at her, only this woman cared about herself for ten years, she was like his mother, taking care of him and warming him.

Good and evil in an instant, at this moment, a heart that longs for love dies, and a heart with hatred, is born.

"Leng Xueyin, I'll kill you. The old smoker roared angrily and took a step.

"Stop. Who knew that the old drunkard stopped him alive and said loudly: "Take Xiaoli's corpse, let's go." The others couldn't see the blow of the demon just now, but he could see it clearly, it was not Leng Xueyin who killed her, but her blow that hit herself.

"The demon is the person I killed seven times, and no one can take her away. The sound of cold snow moaning was cold.

"Smack!" the old drunkard threw the wine gourd on the ground and said fiercely: "It's too much of a deception." ”

If the previous battle was described as thrilling, then an earth-shattering battle is about to begin.

Just when Leng Xueyin and the old drunkard were about to make a move, suddenly, a crisp voice shouted: "The Wanyue Sword is in the Hantan Sword Shrine under the Moon Cliff. ”

It was Dongfang Ning Feng who made the sound, he didn't want the old drunkard and Leng Xueyin to fight, it was good for the old drunkard to win, but if the old drunkard lost, he would definitely die.

It's not that Dongfang Ning Feng is greedy for life and afraid of death, but when he picked up Grandma Sun, she murmured in his ear like a flashback: "Live well." ”

Dongfang Ning Feng felt that he must not die, he had to live, only by living could he avenge his grandmother-in-law with his own hands, only by living, he could avenge his father, and only by living could he avenge his mother.

As soon as everyone heard this, the Wanyue Sword was under the Moon Cliff, and they left one after another, nothing is more important than the ancient sword, the path of cultivation, the most important thing is strength.

Soon, the Tiance Army, the Shence Guard, and some cultivators hiding in the shadows all evacuated here, and there were only a few people left on the streets covered with corpses.

Leng Xueyin looked straight at the corpse of the demon, her fists clenched, as if she had made some painful decision for a long time.

finally turned his head and said to the secret strategy: "Go to the Moon Cliff." ”

Seven killings flew away, only she walked slowly through the ancient streets, step by step, and finally, two lines of tears appeared on her beautiful cheeks.

The old drunkard picked up the corpse of the demon and said to Dongfang Ning Feng, who was staying on the ground, "You can go with us." ”

This is an opportunity, an opportunity to join the disciples of such a powerful person as an old drunkard, but Dongfang Ning Feng refused: "Thank you for the kindness of my seniors, I want to bury my father." ”

When the old drunkard heard this, he hesitated slightly, sighed, and disappeared with the corpse of the demon and the old smoking gun.

In the vast streets, there is no trace at one end, and there is a heavy ice wall at the other, leaving Dongfang Ning Feng alone. She picked up Dongfang Haoran's body and walked into the secret room of Dongfang's house, which was an ice cellar used to hide swords, which contained thousands of years of cold ice, which was said to protect the body from corrosion.

He put his father's body in the ice, knelt down, kowtowed three times, and said, "Father, forgive the child for not being able to bury you, and when the child has a great revenge, he will come back and let you be buried in peace." ”

Dongfang Ning Feng knew that he had to leave the Sword King Ridge immediately, because after everyone couldn't find the Wanyue Sword under the Moon Cliff, they would definitely come to find him.

Sword King Ridge, Moon Cliff, at this moment, there are cultivators all over. Leng Xue groaned under the cold pool, and only found a few residual sword spirits, there was no Wanyue Sword at all, and there was no person she was looking for.

She clenched her fists, and with a burst of sword qi, several ice and water snakes in the cold pool were broken in two. After that, she soared into the sky and quickly flew towards Dongfang's house.

At the door of Dongfang's house, Dongfang Ning Feng took off his red-hot groom's clothes, changed into a plain clothes, took a straw hat that had always accompanied him, and carried the Nine Soul Sword that looked like an ordinary wooden sword, ready to leave.

Suddenly, a black wind swept by, and a cold gaze looked at him.

Dongfang Ning Feng looked up, and was suddenly shocked, and said in his heart: How did this woman come so quickly.

Fortunately, there is a memory of the Buddha in front of him, so that he can calm down at this time and not be alarmed. I only heard him say softly: "This female benefactor, I don't know if there is anything that the poor monk can solve for you?"

Leng Xueyin frowned slightly, and a sword qi struck, "Bang!" Dongfang Ning Feng's straw hat instantly fell to the ground, and a light head appeared in the wind and snow.

She was stunned for a moment, and then asked coldly, "Who are you?"

"The poor monk came from the western part of the country overseas, and specially went to the country of Daxia to worship the Buddha and learn scriptures, and the Dharma name was Ningran. Dongfang Ning Feng said calmly. He was happy in his heart, this woman really didn't see what she looked like.

Leng Xueyin's cold light eyes swept him again, turned around in an instant, disappeared into the snow, and went away with the wind.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief, and walked towards the outside of the Sword King Ridge step by step, passing through the Luohua Lane of Jianhua Town, he saw the only peach blossom tree, which had bloomed a few peach blossoms, pink and tender.

But he didn't feel the beauty of the flowers at all, the peach blossoms were still the same, the people went to the empty building, the peach blossoms on the same tree, but they were two flowers, one life bloomed for the oriental Ning Feng, and the other life belonged to Ning Ran.

It has never been so fast, he walked out of Luohua Alley and walked out of Sword King Ridge, people may only feel that leaving here is particularly fast when they are attached to a certain place.

He stood on the hill outside the Sword King Ridge, gently took off his straw hat, and looked at the Sword King Ridge, where he had lived for nearly seventeen years, as if he was in a different world.

I can no longer stand under the peach blossom tree and listen to the wind, I can no longer see the bright moon of the Mochizuki Cliff, I can no longer eat Grandma Sun's oily noodles, I can no longer walk on the ancient streets of the Baili Market in Jianyue Town, and I can no longer ......

The snow of the seventh day was still greedy for every brick and tile of the Sword King Ridge, and he didn't feel the sadness of the departed person at all.

Wind town farewell, looking back at the three lives of amber;

From now on, Dongfang Ning Feng is dead, and there is only Ning Ran in this world.