Wu Yan raised his head blankly, and there was still the desert island in front of him, what a small courtyard, what everyone who served in the house, all of them had disappeared.

Cold sweat poured down, and Wu Jian knew that he had not left this place at all, but had unknowingly fallen into the means of the Xianjiang River. I have to say that the methods of the soul master are really treacherous and difficult to prevent, and if you are not careful, you will fall into it.

A thick sense of exhaustion overflowed from the mind, making the body a little unbearable. Wu Yan couldn't help but kneel down on one knee and prop his hands on the ground so that he wouldn't faint.

Feeling the hard and cold reef, Wu Yan suddenly felt horrified in his heart, whether the situation at this time was true or false, could it be that it was still in a dream.

Suddenly looked up, only to find that the Xianjiang opposite was also cross-legged and hung his head, and his face was a little red and white. There was a slight noise behind him, and when he turned his head, he saw that Mo Zhibi was crawling towards him with the one-eyed white dove on top of his head, with tears on his face.

"This kid is so clean." The sound of the Xianjiang River came with the wind.

Wu Yan turned his head to look at the other party, clenched the knife in his hand, and hesitated whether to attack. At this time, he didn't dare to be sure whether the current world was real or illusory, whether the Xianjiang in front of him was real or false, and even this body was a little unsure whether it really belonged to him.

"This child is like the sun of all things, nourishing your dead soul, good luck." Xianjiang's gaze moved with Mo Zhibi's movement. "Just now I used the Soul Shifting Technique to construct a dream with your soul power. Therefore, the more people or things you see in your dreams, the more your soul power will be consumed.

It's like a firewood that wants to see further and burn itself more until it burns itself to ashes. If it weren't for the appearance of this child to extinguish the fire and replenish life, you would have died of exhaustion in your dreams."

Wu Gan's face was a little pale, and he had also seen the soul transfer technique in the Delusion Technique, which was actually somewhat similar to the seizure of the house. It's just that the seizure controls the physical body, while the soul transfer technique controls the opponent's soul, so that the opponent can fall into a certain scene or cycle according to his own intentions and thoughts, and cannot extricate himself, until he dies or completely becomes a puppet of others.

"Ah Bi, don't come here, this person is very dangerous." Wu Jian saw that Mo Zhibi was still crawling towards this side with difficulty, and hurriedly warned in a low voice.

Mo Zhibi looked at Xianjiang, but he didn't have any fear, "He's about to die." Suddenly, he turned his head to look at Wu Yan and sobbed, "But, you're also dying. You can't help but fight, isn't it okay to live well? If this continues, you two will become fools if you don't die, and I can't drag two people alone."

Wu Gan's face softened, and he gently caught his hands and feet and used Mo Zhibi who crawled over. He and Xianjiang did not have multiple injuries in their bodies, and the real injuries were in the soul. The battle of Fang Cai seems to be without waves and without half blood, and it is not as good as a qi practitioner or a martial artist to fight to attract blood. But the danger in it is self-evident, and before you know it, your soul will disappear, and only people like Mo Zhibi can see it.

"Why am I dying?" Xianjiang tilted his head to look at Mo Zhibi, with a playful face, pointing at Wu Gan, who was sitting on the ground, "How do you look at it, he is the one who is going to die."

"Because you want to die, you will die." Mo Zhibi looked at each other and replied word by word.

Xianjiang was speechless for a long time when he heard this, and after a long time he laughed at himself, "I didn't expect to be seen by you. Yes, I want to die, and I don't want to be a dog on a leash again."

Turning his head to look at the undulating sea, Xianjiang's expression was gloomy, "Wu Gan, I'm not as decisive as you, I'd rather risk the disappearance of my soul than remove the Heavenly Scar. Since I was a child, I have cultivated the trick of delusion, and I have been unable to cut this chain.

Of course, I won't let those filthy people use other means to end their lives, so I keep looking for those soul masters and competing with them in the hope of dying at their hands. It's just a pity that most of them died at my hands.

It wasn't until my guru asked me to find you and teach you soul art that I became very interested in seeing how far you could grow and see if you could attain transcendence in your hands.

Sure enough, you're extraordinary, but that's about it. You are so obsessed with the force of the flesh that you have not perfected the realm of the soul path, and you have entered the realm twice in a row

And unconsciously, if you hadn't had adventures and other means to help, I'm afraid you would have been a living dead in front of me at this time.

Wu Gan, there is only one person who can leave today's affairs, use all your means, and stop thinking about opportunism."

Wu Yan nodded, and did not answer the other party, but turned his head to look at Mo Zhibi, "You have also seen that this person is a crazy person, he doesn't value his own life, and he doesn't pity others, so this one has to be done."

Of course, you don't have to worry about me, he wants to die, I don't want to die, and I want to live well. Based on this alone, my desire to survive is much stronger, so your owner will not die. It's windy on the island, so you'd better go back to land."

Mo Zhibi looked at Xianjiang and then at Wu Gan, he has the ability to see through people's hearts, so he naturally knows that these two people must fight. Although there are proverbs from the diviner, wind and fire can also help each other, but looking at the current situation, I am afraid it can only be an endless ending.

Mo Zhibi didn't want Wu Yan to worry, so he got up and crawled out of the island. After climbing a dozen steps, he suddenly turned around and showed a bright smile, "Alive."

"Of course." Wu Yan confidently waved his fist at him, and before the words fell, his body had already flown out and rushed straight to the Xianjiang River opposite.

He didn't want Mo Zhibi to be involved in this dangerous fight, but without Mo Zhibi's vitality, I was afraid that his soul would be unable to support it. So while he hasn't left yet, he needs to shorten the distance with Xianjiang and give full play to the advantage of his strong body to see if he can kill the other party's body as soon as possible.

With a bang, Wu Yan and Xianjiang collided together, wrapping around each other like octopuses, and their heads hammered towards Xianjiang.

Blood fell from Xianjiang's head, covering his forehead with flame ornaments, covering his face and flowing through his mouth that was open with laughter.

Don't look at Wu Gan who made such a bold promise to Mo Zhibi, but in the end, he didn't dare to use soul magic, but relied on his own body, and for this alone, he lost.

Xianjiang laughed silently, hugged Wu Gan's body and flipped over, and the two fell into the turbulent sea water, and disappeared in an instant. As long as you leave Mo Zhibi, see how long Wu Gen can hold on.

In the dark water, there was silence all around, and there was not a trace of light in sight. Wu Gen sank in the seawater, his head still hitting the Xianjiang River in front of him.

I don't know how long it took, but suddenly a little light appeared in the extreme darkness beneath me. The light is very weak, like an oil lamp, which can disappear at any moment. Wu Yan fell headlong without thinking about it, without considering whether there was fraud in it.

People are like this, if they stay in the dark for a long time, they will naturally run to the light. It's like a moth to a fire, knowing that it is death and running to the flame without hesitation.

An oil lamp appeared in front of him, and Wu Yan looked at the dim light in surprise, and some didn't understand why he was here. Looking around, an earthen kang, a broken table, and an oil lamp were placed in the holes dug in the wall. On the table, there was a half-broken rattle, a shoddy bow and arrow, and a rusty wood knife.

Shaking his head, Wu Yan walked out of the house, looked at the busy crowd coming and going, and suddenly remembered that this is Dafeng Village.

said that it was a village, but it was just a group of homeless people chatting to protect themselves. Here, Wu Gen spent his teenage years, plain, poor, although occasionally bullied, but overall, here he grew up safely to the age of fourteen.

The days in Dafeng Village were the most indelible period of his life. No matter where he goes, the place that he can never go back to, like an eternal island, will become a point that will always exist in his sight, and maybe this point has a name, called the heart nest.

In the courtyard in front of the house, there was a woman writing poems and paintings under a tree. The warm sunlight passed through the green branches and turned into wisps of time, flowing on the woman's body.

The woman's long eyelashes like butterfly wings trembled slightly, and her eyes were as clear as autumn water, clean as a white lotus in full bloom. The fair skin is even more translucent and dazzling in the sun, faintly flushed with pink, and the indescribable elegance of gestures is almost like a person who has come out of a painting.

"Light drawing." Wu Jian walked to the woman's side lightly, leaned down to see what the woman wrote, but took the opportunity to be in her

Hair took a deep sniff, and sweetness quickly filled his chest.

"Nasty." The woman gently pushed Wu Gan's head away with disgust, and on her right arm, a verdant bracelet reflected the sunlight, so green that it made people feel intoxicated.

Wu Gan laughed and got up, and when he looked back, the dilapidated house had become Xishan, and he and Zhu Qianhua were located in the manor at the foot of Xishan.

Wu Qian was stunned, looked at the sky, but smiled slightly, and continued to stand behind Zhu Qianhua, looking at the wind at the bottom of her pen, a picture of a mandarin duck lotus field was quickly completed.

"It's getting late, I have to go teach my father." Zhu Qianhua blew a handful of ink on the painting, hurriedly stood up, walked two steps and turned his head and said, "Practice the calligraphy well, and I will correct it when I come back." If you don't write well, you'll have to stand for an hour today."

"Yes, Madame, go slowly and return early." Looking at Zhu Qianhua's departing back, Wu Qian made a bitter face.

The courtyard was quiet, Wu Gen wrote a few words in the study, but he always felt that there was something in his heart, got up and walked out of the courtyard, and strode towards another courtyard at the foot of Xi Mountain.

Entering this courtyard with white walls and black tiles, Wu Qian lingered for a long time, but never dared to enter the main house. I tried to exit the yard several times, but I turned back again, and in the end, I finally settled down and walked towards the house.

At the square table in front of the screen in the main hall, two people were sitting. Looking at their appearance, they should be a man and a woman, but their faces are very blurry, and they can't see the specific appearance clearly.

"Stone pendant, you're back." A gentle woman's voice sounded, and the woman sitting on the right nodded in acknowledgement.

"Don't wander outside for too long, spend more time with the light painting, and when will you and the light painting let us hold our grandson." A gentle and majestic man's voice rang out.

Wu Yan didn't answer, just sat on the side and watched the two silently, listening to their chatter. After a long time, Wu Yan got up and bowed deeply to the two, and turned his head out of the courtyard.

The moment the courtyard door closed, Wu Gan's body couldn't help trembling, his hands grabbed the door knocker, and his head gently leaned against the door panel.

After a long time, he turned his head and walked towards his yard, and his chest was already wet.

The days passed like this, Wu Gen accompanied the shallow paintings, wrote poems and paintings, walked and walked, and accompanied Zhu Buzhan to play chess and drink. In his spare time, he went to the mountains to hunt for treasure elephants, water from the moon and other people to drink and have fun, and carry cages to fight dogs.

There was only one thing he would do every day, and that was to go to the courtyard and visit the two men with blurred faces.

Every time they went, the two men sat in the main hall, as if they had been waiting for Wu Gan, waiting for his arrival. Every time they went more, their faces would become slightly clearer, which also made Wu Gen full of anticipation.

Sitting in the hall, listening to the two gossip. There are no earth-shattering secrets in the words, there is no vertical and horizontal swords and swords, both of them are just chattering about trivial matters, just like every old person in the world.

Finally one day, Wu Yan couldn't help it, and held on to the handrails with both hands, allowing himself to stand up. One step, two steps...... Wu Gen walked towards the two of them with difficulty, but these few short steps seemed to have walked for thousands of years, consuming all of Wu Gan's physical strength.

Standing in front of the two, Wu Gan's hands trembled and stretched forward, wanting to touch their faces.

The hand passed through the two of them easily, and the bodies of the two people suddenly shattered, turning into thousands of points of light and disappearing.

Feeling the feeling of emptiness in his palm, Wu Gen became angry, trembling all over, his fists clenched, and golden sparks crackled from his body.

Looking up at the sky, Wu Yan shouted angrily, "Xianjiang, you waste."

At this moment, there was a bright light on his chest, and the jade pendant that had accompanied him since he was a child flew out. Everywhere the light went, the hall, the courtyard, the Xishan Mountain, and so on gradually melted. In the jade pendant, a big mountain can be faintly seen, the mountain has nine layers, and it pierces the sky.

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