The wind weeping soul spoke, indifferent and ruthless, rejecting people thousands of miles away.

Bai Yunfei paused, nodded and said, "Oh! ”

didn't say much, turned his body sideways, measured the distance and walked, just a zhang away, stopped, in the dead corner of the wooden house, the index finger and the middle move were juxtaposed, drawing an arc, as if to remind himself that the arc is not his own territory, and he can't step in.

Bai Yunfei took out a mat, sat down, also lit a fire, took out a silver pot, put it on the fire, poured spiritual spring into the silver pot, added fragrant food, and after a while, the aroma filled the house, and then took out a glass jar, which contained amber liquid.

Bai Yunfei opened the lid of the altar, and suddenly a fragrance wafted away, independent and the aroma of the boiler can be clearly distinguished.

This is a jar of good wine, a good wine that is hard to find in the world.

"Brother Tai, can you enjoy the noodles and drink a cup together, this is my Tianyun Sect wine, called Tianqiong liquid, with thirteen kinds of spiritual fruits, plus Tianshan stone stalactites, deep sea spiritual water, fermented for seven years, in addition to giving to relatives and friends, there is no flow in the world, cultivators can drink it, and it can be increased and cultivated; Mortals drink it to increase their lifespan. “

Bai Yunfei showed a smile, gentle as the wind and warm as the winter sun.

It's just that his hot face can only stick to the cold ass of the wind and crying souls.

The wind weeping soul didn't seem to hear Bai Yunfei's words, and was unmoved, only a burning bonfire in his eyes, like a sculpture.

Bai Yunfei sighed and had to enjoy it alone.

The land of the slap is divided into two realms, the bonfire in the house is lit, and the wine and meat are suffocating; The wind and rain outside the house were fierce, and the bones were not cold. But in this world, it's perfectly normal.

Tianqiong liquid is worthy of Tianqiong liquid, Bai Yunfei only drank a small cup, and then the spiritual energy poured out, and the surrounding spiritual energy surged, rushing into his body. He had been at the peak of the early stage of foundation building for a while, and in order to lay a solid foundation, he had been suppressing his cultivation, and a glass of spiritual wine had triggered the qi, and the aura was violent, and it was difficult to suppress, so he had to make a breakthrough.

As a matter of course, without any pain, Bai Yunfei stepped into the middle stage of foundation building.

Bai Yunfei was promoted, twisted his body, and said with a crisp sound: "Shuchang!" ”

Turning his head to look at the Wind Weeping Soul, he asked, "Where are you going, friend?" The Wind Weeping Spirit said, "What does it have to do with you? Bai Yunfei said: "If my friends go to the same place as I go, you and I can go together, and we don't have to worry about loneliness along the way, even if we meet enemies, we can help each other." “

Wind Weeping Soul said: "No need! ”

The three words of indifference ended the conversation between the two.

After the rain, the sky is clear, and the sun rises in the east.

It was a great day.

The wind weeping soul came out of the wooden house, greeted the rising sun, and strode away.

He walked on his front foot, Bai Yunfei on his heels, and he seemed to know where the Wind Weeping Soul was going.

The direction of Chaoyang is the place where the Sword Sect is located, and the time for the Sword Sect to accept disciples is approaching, and the purpose of the wind and soul is self-evident.

He also went to the Sword Sect, this way, he won't be lonely, such an interesting person, how can there be less interesting things on the road?

The fire was extinguished, the house was empty, the bones were cold, and it became a place of death.

Bai Yunfei flew with the sword, caught up with the Wind Cry Soul, landed down, and walked side by side with the Wind Cry Soul, the goal of the foot was the same, although the two did not say a word, but from a distance, it was a pair of deep friends, and each of their actions could be known to each other.

Bai Yuntian followed him, the Wind Weeping Soul did not make any reaction, this road was not opened by him, this mountain was not his territory, he had no right to drive others, what others wanted to do, let them do what they wanted.

As he walked, the pace of the wind weeping soul quickened, one step and ten feet, if he walked against the wind, he took seven or eight breaths, from the valley to the mountain; Bai Yuntian gritted his teeth and followed the steps closely, in order not to slow down, his spiritual power was running, and he pinched a trick on his feet, which was the 'speed technique' that everyone in the immortal cultivation world understood.

It's a pity that this is far from the full speed of the Wind Weeping Soul, he accelerated again, and if the wind was galloping, in the blink of an eye, he disappeared into Bai Yunfei's eyes.

"I'll go, so fast!"

As a last resort, Bai Yunfei knew to summon the long sword, and the sword flew and flew through the air.

It's just that when his figure disappeared, in the jungle on the side, a red-clothed young man walked out, who else could it be if it wasn't the wind weeping soul.

Tracking technique, the killing god is called the second, who dares to call it the first.

Although he is a killing god, he innocently kills Bai Yunfei, he can't do it, Bai Yunfei has not touched his bottom line.

After waiting for a while, the Wind Weeping Soul set off and went on a different route.

Bai Yunfei flew with the sword and chased out thirty or forty miles, but there was still no figure of the wind weeping soul.

"Is this person so fast?"

Bai Yunfei asked himself in his heart, the speed was not slow, and he flew out for dozens of miles again, not only did he not have the figure of the Wind Crying Soul, but he didn't even have the breath of the Wind Crying Soul.

"That's not right!"

Bai Yunfei paused in the air, "Good guy, you actually played me, this is interesting, really interesting, hahaha~!" ”

The sword passed through the void, Bai Yunfei turned into a streamer and left, he felt that he and the wind weeping soul would inevitably see each other again, since they would see each other again, why bother to force it now.

At sunset, the wind weeps and steps into a maple forest.

At this time, it is also late autumn, the thicker the frost, the deeper the cold, and the redder the maple leaves.

The sunset is shining, the maple leaves are flowing Dan, the forest is dyed, such as the cloud brocade, such as the glow, and like a burning flame, which ignites the cold autumn. The wind weeping soul was naked like blood, walking in the forest, bringing coldness, cooling the passion ignited by the maple leaves, and the entire maple leaf forest not only looked a little lonely and sad.

The frost wind blows lightly, and the frost leaves fall, dancing with the wind, like a real dancing fiery red butterfly, which is very beautiful.

Entering the maple leaf forest, the wind weeping soul was attracted by the world of red soil, and for a while, it actually settled down, and entered an indescribable ethereal realm.

Wind Weeping Soul This is an epiphany, at this moment his thoughts are the purest, all delusions are gone, of course, he has very few delusions.

In the consciousness of the wind weeping soul, this is not a late autumn maple forest, a red cloud in the sky, depressed and desolate; The sea of purgatory blood on the ground is eerie and miserable; And the fluttering red leaves, the sky is a little more cool, and the landing is more miserable.

Since it is already miserable, it doesn't matter how miserable it is.

The red leaves floated down and turned into a blood-red knife, ruthlessly slaughtering.

The wind weeping soul suddenly woke up, spread out his hand, and flew out of his sheath, flying into his hand, tilting to the sky. In the dantian, energy gushed out, converging the terrifying blade, and a blood-colored sword suddenly appeared.

The wind wept and stared, swinging the knife and slashing down diagonally, the blood-colored sword detached from the blade, and seven blood-colored blades erupted, slashing at the red leaf forest in front of him. I only heard a roar, the trunk of the tree fell sideways, the branches were broken, the red leaves danced wildly, ten zhang ahead, a mess, the sword qi scattered into the wind, soaked in the space, if the sea of blood fell down, like a flame dancing wildly.

The strength dissipates, the wind stops, and the autumn leaves fall to the ground. On the ground, seven ravines three feet wide and slightly deep are staggered, which is very eye-catching.

The eyes of the wind weeping soul moved slightly, as if they were happy, but it was extremely difficult to break free, and they were frightened, so they whispered: "This knife is called: Falling red and ruthless." ”

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