Yang Paner's eyes were cold.

In this case, she didn't need to make any choice by herself, because Shen Yu had told her how to do it.

That's it.

Out of the sword.

Being threatened or forced to do something you don't want to do is inherently uncomfortable.

Since the sword is repaired.

Then these things don't need to be thought about too much.

When the sword is out, it is broken.

The wind and clouds surged, and the yin and blameless urged the gods, rolling up a thousand layer clouds.

Yang Pan'er's body moved slightly, and the Qingxuan Sword let out a crisp tremor sound, and the next moment it flew out like an arrow from the string.

That cyan sword qi brought up countless clouds, and it looked like a giant dragon.

"Interesting, I haven't met such a decisive young man for many years, it seems that the relationship between that fox demon and you is not very deep, you haven't even hesitated."

Yin Wuyi's expression was vigilant, and he didn't dare to relax the flying sword qi, even though it was just a sword used by a small character in the Jindan Realm.

But after hundreds of years of forbearance, Yin Wujiao knows that the overturning of the boat in the gutter is not non-existent.

In the air, Yang Pan'er's figure swept by, holding Qing Xuan with her right hand, and instantly came to the top of the god's head, and then indifferently slashed down.

Rumble!

There was an extremely strange concussion in the air, like a boulder falling into the water, and the sword body and the god collided in the center, and the two rubbed a brilliant light.

Several ripples emanated from it, shattering all the surrounding forests, mountains, and stones.

The realm of Yin Wuyi is profound, even if he bullies the small, he will do his best, and more importantly, the Mingquan God seems to have absorbed enough Yin Qi from the depths of the Nine Shadows, and under the high arrogance, he can almost fight with the powerhouses of the three realms in the world.

But the final result subverted the cognition of several people.

The expression of Yin Wuyi in the present world changed slightly, and he couldn't help but say, "How many sword intents did that kid leave on you, otherwise he would be the enemy of this seat in the Jindan Realm."

Hearing this, Wang Hu also woke up and looked blankly at the shadow in the sky.

In this world, is there really such a thing as simple as relying on a sword intent to cross the border as eating and drinking?

If this is the case, then what have you practiced all these years?

It's better to ask a certain sage in the academy to pass on a heroic qi, and in the future, against the enemy, you only need to let that heroic qi be used.

Why do you need to practice hard?

In mid-air, Yang Pan'er held the sword behind him and said calmly, "Shen Yu left one on me, and I used it up before, this one

I realized it myself."

Yin Wuji sneered and said, "If it was the guy before, I would believe it, but even if you comprehend it yourself, it is just a matter of understanding some skins, and I really think that this seat is a waste."

He looked at the sword intent that was gradually dissipating in the sky, and said again, "Since that sword intent has been used up, this seat asks you for the last time, if you enter my Yin Netherworld Sect, this seat promises that after a hundred years, I can make you the sect master."

The corners of Yang Paner's mouth moved slightly, and a sarcastic smile instantly revealed.

Seeing this, Yin Wuyi was immediately furious, and drank: "Since you are looking for death, then this seat will fulfill you, and let you be a pair with that kid who is deep in the Nine Shadows."

...

Nine shades.

On the banks of the Yin River.

Shen Yu did not fall into the Nine Shadows as Yin Wuyi said, on the contrary, his expression was extremely relaxed, as if he had met an old friend who had not heard from him for many years.

And in fact.

The man in black who supported the boat, Shen Yu had never seen it.

But in the memories of three thousand years ago, there are many things about this man.

The boatman's name is Yu Lei.

However, in Shen Yu's memory, he also had another name, Shen Di.

At that time, he didn't cross in by boat like today, but wandered around the Nine Shadows, and caught some unjust ghosts who had broken into the world.

At that time, many people knew that there was a person in Jiuyou who loved to wear black clothes and guarded the bridge of the Yin River.

Daomen even called him the Ghost Emperor in some classics.

When they met three thousand years ago, the two had an exchange that was neither friendly nor malicious.

There was a battle between the Qingxuan Sword and the peachwood sword in the hands of the gods.

What the result was, even Shen Yu had no impression in his memory, probably because of the battle between this realm, it was very likely that even heaven and earth were covered, so it was impossible to leave any traces.

Hearing that sound that he hadn't seen for a long time, Shen Yu just smiled slightly.

"I'm not him." Shen Yu said honestly.

After Fuyao Mountain, many memories of Taixuan have begun to fade gradually, partly because of the great power of time, and more because of the improvement of Shen Yu's realm, he is looking for his own life.

Shen Tu was not so surprised, and said calmly, "When he died, I sensed that you were not him, but the cause and effect with him were very deep."

His tone was very indifferent, but when Shen Yu heard it, it was like a stormy wave.

Taixuan died that year, Shen Yu thought that no one in the whole world could know, but to his surprise, Shen Di actually knew.

Where did those three immortal artifacts come from?

Who are they?

The existence outside the spiritual wilderness, which one does it come from?

For thousands of years, where did those strong people who soared go?

Shen Yu had too many questions to ask in his heart, and he traveled all over the Spirit Wilderness and asked many strong people, but none of them could answer them.

These huge fogs plagued Shen Yu, and also troubled Tai Xuan, who was hidden in his heart.

This is an obsession that belongs to Taixuan three thousand years ago.

Shen Yu knew that if he didn't dissolve these obsessions, he would never be able to step into the fairyland.

There was an indescribable depression in the air.

A mysterious aura suddenly appeared beside the Yin River, and the next moment, the originally calm river began to churn violently.

In a matter of moments, it had risen by half a minute.

The river, which seemed to be eternal before, has actually risen by half a point now.

There was a faint roar between heaven and earth.

It was as if some sleeping being had been awakened.

At the foot of the cliff in the distance, countless resentful souls and evil spirits began to tremble, and some fragile souls even disappeared in an instant under this roar.

Cui Yu, who was holding the pen in his hand, seemed to sense half of it, and turned his head over.

...

Shen Yu frowned and looked at the vision of heaven and earth that was happening around him.

Because at this moment, he was surprised to find that those few questions that had been silent in his heart for countless years, belonging to Taixuan, and at the same time belonging to Shen Yu, could not be said in words.

Silenced by heaven and earth.

Shen Yu's face showed a solemn look for the first time.

As soon as Shen Tu spoke, this piece of heaven and earth seemed to sense the conversation between the two.

Even at the cost of shaking the heavens and the earth, this dialogue must be stopped.

Shen Yu looked at the god in front of him, his eyes bright.

The latter shook his head slightly, and sighed and said, "That's all I can say, Taixuan died three thousand years ago, I did feel it, but I couldn't say it at all."

Can't tell.

This is the dilemma between the two.

There is a powerful being in this world that monitors the human world, the Nine Shadows, and everywhere else at any time.

There are only words that belong to Taixuan's life and death.

will be banned.

And a ghost emperor, a strong man who can be comparable to the peak realm of the world, and a strong man who has lived for three thousand years is speechless.

In the midst of the spiritual wilderness.

Maybe it's really only on the Firmament Mountain, the hall master who incarnates the way of heaven into the world.