Chu Yanshu was slightly stunned when he listened, his own way?

Yuheng Daozun looked at Sang Luo in his arms and said softly,

"The Tao that exists only for the private feelings of children is too narrow after all."

As he spoke, a golden lotus appeared in his hand, and he struck at Chu Yanshu, and said softly,

"Three thousand avenues, you lack a true enlightenment after all."

Chu Yanshu subconsciously wanted to hide, but Jin Lian turned into his eyebrows in an instant.

He lost consciousness instantly.

Jin Guang wrapped Chu Yanshu and Sang Luo together, and placed the two of them intact under the big chun tree.

On the other side, Su Changli was afraid of hurting Murong Chuxue, so he had three points of leeway.

But Murong Chuxue, who was already enchanted, didn't care about these at all, and a sword killing move was to force Su Changli to retreat.

Su Changli fell to the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood.

But even if he was injured, he couldn't see Murong Chuxue exhaust his spiritual power for an obsession.

He also wanted to get up to stop him, but he was held down by the person who appeared behind him.

Su Changli turned his head to look back, and his expression froze when he saw the man's face clearly,

"Master ......"

Yuheng Daozun is still dressed in plain clothes, just like he was back then.

He sighed slightly,

"Chang Li, it's the master who can't stand you and makes you suffer."

He had a pure heart, and he should have cultivated the Great Dao early and flew to the realm.

If it weren't for the fact that he had fallen in the Canglan Sea back then, but he hadn't arranged the affairs of Xuanyuan Sect, how could he have damaged his Dao heart and even lost his Fengli Sword.

Su Changli saw the remnants of Yuheng Daozun's soul breath, his expression was sad, but a thousand words only turned into one sentence,

"Master, the apprentice is incompetent."

Yuheng Daozun's hand and soul qi crossed into Su Changli's body, and said softly,

"No, you've done well enough."

It was his incompetence that failed to protect Xuanyuan Sect a thousand years ago, and a thousand years later, he couldn't repair his Dao heart.

Su Changli looked at Yuheng Daozun's movements, and lowered his eyes slightly,

"Master, it's no better than wasting strength, the disciple doesn't want to go on the road again in this life, but he is willing to protect the Xuanyuan Sect and protect the people of the Cangwu Realm."

His Dao heart has collapsed, and he has already died outside the Liudao Mountain thousands of years ago.

Now it is Su Changli, who used two lives to exchange for Su Changli from Yama.

And now Su Changli is unwilling to go down the road again.

"Save the first snow."

Su Changli said.

Yuheng Daozun closed his eyes slightly, and finally let go of Su Changli and walked towards Murong Chuxue, whose eyes were red.

The act against the sky, coupled with Murong Chuxue's special physique, the heavenly thunder had already begun to converge.

But Murong Chuxue didn't care at all, just continuously transmitted spiritual power towards that divine sense.

"First snow."

A familiar voice came from behind him, and Murong Chuxue's back stiffened.

She turned her head slowly to look at the man.

Not far away, the young man was dressed in plain clothes, his complexion was cold, but his eyes were smiling like warm eyes on a spring day, just like the young swordsman who rescued her from the pile of dead people and spent spiritual power to heal her wounds.

"Master ......"

Murong Chuxue's voice trembled, and she ran towards Yuheng Daozun and threw herself into his arms,

"Master, is that you?"

It was his soul, and she didn't admit it.

This time, it's not divine consciousness.

The First Snow Sword Venerable is the best in the world, in this Cangwu realm, in the Xuanyuan Sect, no one dares to provoke the existence, but in the arms of Yuheng Daozun, it is like a little girl who has been wronged.

The second more ~

(End of chapter)