To be born as a human being is to always be taught to be a worthy person and to be a person who will be helpful to the way of the world. But even if you are born as a human being, it is actually meaningless, and the meaning comes from what you do. Some people spend so much time teaching others to be worthy and forget to teach others how to do the right thing. As a result, the result became: most of those who can be human have become pompous and shameful bastards, and most of those who can do things have become silent and useless stepping stones, and the slightest dissatisfaction will be attacked by the crowd - "You are too bad to be a human being". This is the true appearance of the world that Yuan Zhen is about to reacquaint, I don't know if he likes it or not?

Three soul slaves, one soul man, have all died since then. For Fei Cangnan, they have lost their meaning.

For the four thugs, before they died, they were undoubtedly very good people, they were loyal, even gave their lives for it, and they felt that they were valuable people to those who were loyal to them. But for Fei Cangnan, they failed to kill Yuan Zhen, so they are worthless, at most they are slightly useful while alive. They are of no use to the world.

The death of the soul master did not bring any emotional fluctuations to Fei Cangnan. The black light that shone on the bone sword and the burning black flame showed his determination to win. He hid his strength in order to hide in the shadows and find the right time to strike a fatal blow. Tonight, he felt his time had come.

Yuan Zhen stood in the mottled light and shadow at the door of the shop, looking at the black light blade close at hand, and with a slight pull of the sword finger, a golden sword-wielding troll appeared in front of him, and then drew his sword and slashed, cutting off the incoming light blade. Fei Cangnan's bone sword was lifted, followed by a flat thorn and a cutting, letting go of the troll peak, and the tip of the sword was like a barrel piercing a wooden door, easily piercing through the troll, and reappeared in front of Yuan Zhen's eyes. The black flames on Fei Cangnan's sword smoldered on the sword-wielding troll, and it didn't take long for it to be corroded. Yuan Zhenqu flicked his finger on the tip of the sword, and the bone sword in Fei Cangnan's hand shook violently, he didn't panic, he flipped his wrist and shook the sword body, and shook the long sword straight. Another sword stab.

The two fingers of Yuan Zhen's left hand lightly rested on the blade of the sword, and his feet slammed, his robe swelled, his knees and feet were raised, and he bumped into Fei Cangnan head-on. In this place of swords, fighting close to each other at such a close distance, Fei Cangnan didn't know that Yuan Zhen looked at Wen Runru Jade, and his hands were so explosive, he didn't have time to dodge, so he had to wrap the void tentacles behind him tightly to form a big cocoon, and there was a loud bang, first Yuan Zhen was kneeled in the abdomen, and then kicked in the dantian, but he was fixed in place by a force, there was no buffer room, and he was forced to suffer these two blows that were not uncomfortable. Seeing that Yuan Zhen's more blows were coming, he thrust his long sword into his heart fiercely, bringing out a ball-like black flame, and his black hair suddenly straightened and plunged into the surrounding void. In the darkness around him, which was as thick as condensed iron, a bit of blazing white light condensed in his mouth, and the stone slabs on the long street began to burst one after another, and the doors and windows of the shops on the left and right creaked. Fei Cangnan went berserk, and before his whole body could speak, suddenly a wave of anger swept over, and the gray-white cloth band wrapped him into a big cocoon again.

Yuan Zhaoyi squatted on top of the large cocoon and drew a long sword from his back. Fei Cangnan was ruthless enough to himself, refining his spine into a long sword, and what Yuan Zhaoyi pulled out was the red sumire sent by Yu Guhuai. She touched the vibrating cocoon, found a place and stabbed it fiercely, and an invisible stream of water pierced into it along with the blade, and after several times, the cocoon calmed down. Yuan Zhaoyi inserted the sword back into her back, and raised her hands from the bottom to the top, and the water flowed out again, pouring down from the top of her head, as if washing her body.

Yuan Zhen didn't know how Yuan Zhaoyi learned the so-called "Accumulation" of the core inheritance of the Pure Soul Palace, was it because he devoured the ribbon called the soul guide on the divine policy? At this time, when he thought of the old man who sent the book, he didn't know what his identity was, could it be that the box divine strategy was the "Accumulation"? What he didn't understand even more was why the so-called Prison Envoy wanted him to succeed this Pure Soul Envoy, even if the Pure Soul Palace had a complete lineage.

In the past few days, he has more or less known that there are indeed many things going on outside of his existing memories, including killing the Soul Purifier a few years ago. Where did her missing memories go? Yuan Zhen felt that what she was facing was too complicated, especially this fragmented and inexplicable hostility, even kindness.

An can let the block in his chest ruin my happy life? Yuanzhen decides to completely cut off the lost past! Grievances and resentments will be broken when they come!

So he raised his head and took a long breath, and raised his feet to walk towards the frozen Fei Cangnan. It's just that what went faster than him was a few obscure soul breaths summoned by Fei Cangnan from a distance, which shattered the solid ice summoned by Yuan Zhaoyi, and the cloth ribbon wrapped around the surface also shattered into a fluttering withered butterfly.

Fei Cangnan's breaths were originally prepared for Yuan Zhen, and each of them was extraordinary, and it was one of the backhands he relied on. It's a pity that you have to use it on yourself. As soon as the ice was broken, he inserted the long sword in his hand back to replenish the loss of Yuan Li. The exercises of the Pure Soul Hall are so unreasonable, as long as you have more skillful or stronger skills, you can grab the Yuan Power of the same source exercises and turn them into your own use, Yuan Zhaoyi has actually caused him a lot of harm just now. Fei Cangnan's face was not different, neither angry nor frightened, the pure black fire of his eyes and fists was burning, and he ran towards Yuan Zhen, who was walking in a big stride.

As the two fist-to-fist, the figures flickered, ruthlessly slicing through everything around them. Yuan Zhao tilted his head and looked at it for a moment, then stood aside and took care of himself to tidy up the messy wrap on his body. It's just that the pieces that were broken by Fei Cangnan can't be pieced back no matter what. So, she tilted her head and thought to herself about some strange thoughts.

Yuan Zhen retracted his right leg, shook his clothes and stood up again, the black fire in front of him slowly calmed down, Fei Cangnan dispersed the energy scattered all over his body, staggered back a few steps and sat on the steps across the long street, bowed his head and was silent.

"I'm sorry about my sister. ”

Yuan Zhen smiled silently, turned around and left.

Fei Cangnan sat in the shadows under the eaves, watching Yuan Zhen's tall figure walk towards the brighter and brighter pillar of essence smoke with his hands behind his back, and Yuan Zhaoyi followed behind him like a quiet cat. He didn't know who his father's legacy was used to make Yuan Zhaoyi in the end, and he didn't know why "Accumulation" would be learned by a corpse slave, and what was even more incomprehensible was that the corpse slave still had a remnant of consciousness, although only a small part.

In this moment, the more doubts in his heart became, the more he didn't want to run for that soul purifier anymore. He felt that he hadn't seriously realized the "Great Brahma King Doubtful Sutra" engraved in his heart for too long, although his skill cultivation had been growing wildly, but at this time, those crazy growth skills were like fast-growing paulownia trees, and the solid pines and cypresses wanted to go far away. So he sat quietly on the steps, took out a piece of exquisite jade pendant from his arms, held it in his hand and rubbed it carefully, and the breath of Yuan Li no longer declined, and it was condensed and veined. He picked up the gray-white bone beads on the ground that had shattered the imprisoned ice and had completely lost their effectiveness, took them in his hand and weighed them carefully, and then slowly put them into his arms. When his hand was taken out of his bosom, a black ring on his finger turned into ashes and vanished.

"The drums of the left and right heavens are ringing, and I smell them at twenty-four degrees. ......”

The low chant spread out from the darkness of the night, like weeping, like complaining, like resentment.

The tide beats, the splash above the waves refracts the sunlight, and from a distance, the crystal light flickers, which is very beautiful. Yuan Zhen stood on the main street of the central axis of this state, watching the Far Punishment Sin Hall attack the sword formation of the Jueyuan Palace, the sword halberd and the waves stirred up by Yuan Li were like black tides gently slapping against each other. And behind this wave, Pei Daojun and Zang Xunzhen are like two big suns, carrying heavy loads and floating on the sea. The enchantment of Fushou Mountain seems to be the end of this piece of heaven and earth, and the pillar of green and yellow essence smoke connecting heaven and earth is like the Fusang wood at the end of this heaven and earth, attracting two rounds of sunsets to inhabit here.

"Hehe, Brother Yuan, look at this...... Ahhhhh Because his clothes were swept away by a gray shadow. This time it was more thorough, not even the middle shirt was left, only a pair of knee-length shorts remained.

"I said, can we not take off our clothes as soon as we meet?! You're too anxious...... I, I, I, I, I mean you can talk when you see it, I should serve it, and you will consume mana like this. You're tired, you're tired!" Seeing the snake-like cloth belt in front of him retracted again, Yu Guhuai breathed a sigh of relief. I saw that my clothes were reduced to a ball of silk thread in a moment, and then fused into the wrapping by Yuan Zhaoyi, and I was really broken and I was distressed to death.

"Elder Ji, Brother Yu. ”

"Yuan Gongzi. Ji Zhibai bowed to Yuan Zhen, and then took off his coat and put it on for Yu Guhuai.

"Brother Yuan, my family is about to be blamed by you...... Ah, fairy, the fairy has hollowed out! You know, it took more than ten years of hard work to weave this dress, and this is what I saved my life, Brother Yuan. I haven't opened my mind yet, in front of you masters, I am a chicken, a pig, Brother Yuan, without this life-saving baby, what can I do?" Yu Gu cried and said a lot of words with Yuan Zhen in his arms.

"Yuan Zhaoyi. Her name is Yuan Zhaoyi. ”

"Brother Yuan, don't come unharmed?"

As the voice came from afar, Yuan Zhen turned his head to see a young man in white clothes who was far away. Pei Hanyan stiffened when he heard this, and his heart was inexplicably flustered, and he was almost scratched by the halberd in front of him. Pei Hanyang heard Wu Shu's words, and the rock pillars above his fists became a little more violent. And Liang Shoupan clasped his hands in his sleeves, his eyes were much brighter and cheerful, and the appearance of stretching out his head and shrinking his head with joy made him even more despised. The rest of the people all focused their eyes on Yuan Zhen all the time. And Yuan Zhen just chuckled lightly and walked straight to the second round of the Great Day under the enchantment of Fushou Mountain.

"Brother Yuan, but you're here to open the Fushou Mountain Enchantment?"

Wu Shu's loud voice once again spread throughout the battlefield, and the people who watched the excitement that Fei Cangnan met on the way to find Yuanzhen gathered in twos and threes on Yuanzhen's way to Fushou Mountain, like a few rotten stones lying in the middle of the avenue. Although these people were silent, their demeanor was very relaxed and casual, not at all like the sabre-rattling of the people in the temple.

Yuan Zhen looked at the dozens of people standing there unevenly, the situation was very similar to the Dingkun pile that had been struck crooked in the flood, and his mood began to improve inexplicably.