"Do you believe in your weak body?"

A voice sounded in this void space, trying to wake up Ling Yun's gradually wooden heart, and it was the stern but seemingly loving voice. In fact, Ling Yun had already guessed who the owner of this voice was, such a familiar voice, such a familiar breath, he would never forget it for the rest of his life.

"Do you believe that you will always be directed on the right path?"

But Ling Yun didn't dare to guess, nor did he dare to shout loudly. He was afraid that the voice would not respond to him, that it was nothing but a false hallucination. However, this is indeed an illusion - somewhere in Ling Yun's mind seems to have been convinced for a long time.

"Can you persist in fighting for the fate of all things?"

Ah, sure enough, there is still no escape--Ling Yun said to himself with a little trembling in his heart. That's right, he can't escape, he can't escape, and there is only one choice he can make, and that is to face it officially.

"Are you sure you can fight for good?"

That righteous Ling Ran's voice was something that Ling Yun could never forget. Yes, who can forget what their parents taught him - Ling Yun closed his eyes, feeling the truth that was so important to him but washed away by time, and that he had always adhered to.

"Can you give up your desires and go to battle without ego?"

This time, Ling Yun chose to face it head-on, he followed something that was reviving in his memory, and questioned himself with his father's solemn and mother's kind voice.

He made a choice and began to confront his hidden past. Those past grief and laughter gushed out of his brain one after another, filling his brain. The memories he had once feared and avoided were finally revived.

I don't know when, as the memories of the past continue to pour out, tears began to fall uncontrollably, Ling Yun didn't feel this feeling, he only felt an inexplicable comfort in his heart. Then, the sentence that his parents had been wrapping up was about to be broadcast again, and Ling Yun opened his mouth slightly with an iron determination, ready to read along with the voice:

"This is the Ling family's demon hunter, what should be endured and followed--"

"Responsibilities ....."

The voice suddenly disappeared, leaving Ling Yun alone to read the last two words. His voice was not as empty as the previous one, but actually transmitted to various locations in the space, and although it did not bring a response, he was satisfied.

"No—that's not your job."

"Wake up—"

"Wake Up-One"

"Recall you...... Your duty...."

"Ugh!"

It was the hollow, familiar but unfamiliar voice again. Only then did Ling Yun remember that there was also that strange sound in his morning dream, which seemed to want to correct or change Ling Yun's consciousness. His sudden appearance seemed to give Ling Yun a blow to the head, which made him startled and suddenly opened his eyes.

"Uhhh Uh....."

What caught my eye was no longer the blue-and-white chaotic space, nor was it the expected pitch black. He was now, in the hallway of the common room from before, the same hallway he was supposed to be in. He didn't understand how he had come to his senses, but the exhaustion of his brain and spirit that had come with some peace of mind surfaced and made him a little dizzy.

Ling Yun rolled over with some difficulty, lying on the floor of the corridor, panting greedily, fighting for the ease and freedom that could not be exchanged.

"W-"

"W-"

"W-"

Before Ling Yun could catch his breath for a moment, a strange noise could be heard from the depths of the corridor. He was sure that the strange noise would not be the sound of footsteps. And that crisp sound is likely to be the sound of a cold weapon such as a knife hitting the ground.

"Who...."

Ling Yun spoke with some difficulty, obviously not recovering from the feeling of blockage in his chest. He reluctantly stood up, wanting to find out. But as if he had experienced a serious illness, Ling Yun was so weak at this time that he couldn't even clench his fists.

"W-"

"W-"

The voice didn't stop because of Ling Yun's question, and it didn't make any response. Obviously, this is not like the momentum that will stop, and it should be the best answer for it. Soon, Ling Yun felt that there was a cold feeling in Shiding that was gradually approaching, it was an extremely dangerous aura.

He was a little flustered, and he finally escaped from the powerless predicament, and even faced his past self. And now he has fallen into another dead end, a desperate situation where he is completely confused.

Ling Yun struggled, struggling to move, but his body didn't listen. He lifted his hand, struggling to remove the thing he hadn't even dreamed of

But the essence and blood could not be condensed. Now he is a lamb to the slaughter - no, the lamb can still struggle and run. But he had nothing to do and nothing to do. Perhaps it is more likely to pray for a miracle than to rely on yourself.

However, the truth is really unpredictable, and the so-called miracle seems to have really come so quietly.

"Ground C-Core - Un birth"

"Sky Galaxy - Un existence"

Suddenly, a very beautiful voice that Ling Yun had never heard before came from another direction, as if he was chanting something. The voice was heavenly to him, crisp and dashing, as if it had come to save him.

Ling Yun was sure that this was a girl's voice, a beautiful girl she had never met. He raised his head slightly, catching an easy glimpse of the girl's figure. Of course, not completely, he just caught a glimpse of the long white and tender legs. The tight shorts show her legs and outline her signature figure on the lower body, and there are no scars on the legs, no fat, and it is a perfect skin that is firm and delicate. The dark white robe was draped over the shoulders and covered the center of the lower shorts. Empty cuffs hang silently on either side, swaying gently with the breeze.

As the girl's first spell rang out, the space around her began to distort in an instant. No, it's not space that is distorted, it's something that is invisible in space. They seem to be guided out, and suddenly entities appear, writhing like complex data streams. Then they twist and fold, intertwining with each other, turning into blue "cylinders" suspended in mid-air.

However, they were torn apart one after another, like a pair of crystal clear wings "breaking out of the cocoon", and finally the "shell" changed into countless butterflies. They flapped their wings and flew around, their bodies all in a clear blue, and dotted with a little inky white starlight.

Their bodies were transparent and bright, shimmering with bright blue light, reflecting light from different corners, including Ling Yun's gaze. He lay on the cold floor, his mouth casually open, and his face full of astonishment stared at this magnificent and magnificent painting. He even lost his ability to speak at that moment, and it took him a long time before he subconsciously muttered an exclamation from his mouth:

"Are you a magician?"

“......”

The girl was silent, she lowered her head and looked down at Ling Yun, who was able to see her for what she really was. What catches the eye is the stunning, waterfall-like jet-black hair. The dim light of the corridor shines in the hair, as if bathed in morning dew. The ends of the hair reach down to the waist and gently sway across the body, swaying like a ribbon. She stroked one side of her hair and placed it behind her ear, and around her neck, she wore a thin necklace. The silver thread is decorated with a white patch at the end, with crimson feathers at the end. The girl looked at Ling Yun, with a pair of mysterious pink pupils in her slightly indifferent eyes, and was examining Ling Yun. The peach-pink eyes opened slightly, and the purple waves circulating in the depths of the pupils could be faintly seen.

"Ahh

Ling Yun was startled again, this time it seemed to be even more surprised, and even accidentally let out a startle. Maybe I didn't expect that the person who suddenly appeared to save me would be such a perfect girl, and it was a little difficult to accept the reality.

However, as soon as Ling Yun was startled, the girl looked away, and then a large group of blue butterflies flapping their wings began to burst out with strong light, and they exploded like "elves". The explosion was small, almost the size of a butterfly itself, and did not cause any impact on the surrounding area. In addition to this, there was a small group that did not disappear, but vibrated its wings and flew in the direction of Lingyun.

"Hey, hey, hey!!"

At the same time as Ling Yun panicked, one butterfly after another crashed into his body, but there was no explosion, but instantly merged into Ling Yun's body and disappeared. But it was not without effect, he watched in amazement as the blue butterflies disappeared into his chest one by one, and he also found that his body was gradually recovering, and the feeling of powerlessness that lingered in his body was slowly disappearing.

"If you feel like you're almost done, get up and do something, don't be surprised."

Although the girl's language was unceremonious, she was still smiling, tilting her head inadvertently, and said to Lingyun. The latter seemed to be nervous in his heart, and subconsciously bounced, finding that at this moment his body was not only recovered, but also seemed to be filled with additional motivation.

"Wh.... What's .....?"

Ling Yun's face was slightly red, and he said a little nervously, obviously lacking the experience of communicating with girls. What's more, at this time, he was very close to the girl, and a fresh fragrance penetrated his nose, and his heart was even more panicked.

“........ Have you forgotten that your life is still in danger?"

The girl was unmoved, staring into the distance, raising her chin and motioning for Ling Yun to look behind her. The latter also seemed to remember something important, and his eyes suddenly became sharp.

He immediately turned around and looked into the depths of the hallway. A familiar figure stood in the distance, holding a silver-white sword in his hand.

"Du.... Du Han?"

Ling Yun looked at this scene in disbelief, his eyes widening and his pupils dilated. The figure seemed to hear Ling Yun's voice, and slowly walked out from the shadows with a sharp blade in hand.

“..... Ugh!"

He was not overjoyed by the appearance of the president he had been waiting for, but subconsciously took a half step back, because he sensed that something was wrong with Du Han.

"As a demon hunter, you will take half a step back in the face of monsters, it's hard to say that you are unexpectedly weak........ Is it?"

The girl seemed to notice Ling Yun's small movements, and picked up her hand and complained helplessly.

"Monster ......"

Ling Yun heard this key word and muttered into deep thought. Although he couldn't accept that a good person would suddenly turn into a monster, the rich demonic magic power coming from Du Han's body at this time could be easily identified by a demon hunter, and Ling Yun could not be suspicious.

"Alas...... Don't worry, it's probably just controlled by a spirit-type monster. ”

Seeing that Ling Yun was a little hesitant, the girl said to him like this, as if she was comforting a child.

"Hmm...... Got it. ”

Listening to Ling Yun's voice, it seemed that he had finally become serious. The girl subconsciously looked towards Ling Yun and stared at his serious side face. The eyes are resolute that they have never seen before, and they have changed their previous temperament, as if they have completely changed a person.

"Weirdo..."

The girl whispered to herself.

"Just now, I looked at your skills, and I want to learn from you. I'm worried that the wooden sword is not strong, it's a real gun, so I'll satisfy you!

Ling Yun, who had already faced the past, neatly bit his left index finger, and the blood condensed on his fingertips. Finally, a drop of essence blood that seemed to glow with golden light fell and streaked through the air. Like a red star flooding into clear water, it infects the place where it has passed, and finally condenses into tree-like crystals. As soon as Ling Yun grasped it, the blood-red crystal burst open in an instant, and a sword wrapped in lava-like lines appeared out of thin air and was grasped by Ling Yunyi. What remained in his hands in the end was exactly what he had always regarded as a forbidden thing, the demon sword Ibuki [Tencong Cloud].

The blade of the sword shimmered with a cold silver light, and underneath it was a dark red flame-shaped lattice and a round hilt. The red magic circuit-like pattern is engraved on the body of the knife, and the inscription on its side reads: Ancient Ibuki, the head of the demon beast; The sky is cloudy, and the karma is broken.

"Is this the ancestral magic of the Ling family....... It's a bit of a chicken rib feeling. ”

The girl couldn't help but sigh in her heart when she saw Ling Yun's seemingly cool ability. What she said was naturally the way Ling Yun took out the demon knife. She had learned about the Ling family's ancestral magic: Hidden Soul, which was able to fuse the scabbard of the demon knife with her own blood, allowing the demon knife to inhabit her body. Whenever you need to use it, you can directly use the essence blood as a medium to draw out the demon knife stored in the body from the void.

However, when she saw Ling Yun's posture holding the sword, her previous appearance had changed. That kind of aura that is different from the past radiates from the inside out, and it can never be camouflaged.

The girl clasped her hands very easily, as if the scene in front of her was not worth mentioning to her, but wanted to watch the battle to see how Ling Yun would deal with the threat in front of her.