He has a place of death, the way of the soul, the yellow sand is everywhere, stretching and flowing, leading the flowers to bloom, the road name is Huangquan, and the flower name is the other side.

At the end of the Huangquan Road, you will see a river, its water is bloody yellow, the inside is full of stubborn lonely souls, the river stands on the side of the mountain, the river name is three ways, the stone name is three lives, and the inscription on it is "early on the other side." ”

There is a bridge built on the Santu River, the name of the bridge is helpless, the bridgehead stands on a high platform, the name of the township, the old woman on the stage bows down and stands, raises her hand to hand the soup, the fewer stubborn ghosts in the river, the more forgetful guests in the world, the action of the reincarnated person to receive the soup is no longer hesitant, and the inquiry several eras ago has long been worthless.

Drinking soup is nothing more than forgetfulness, so is it worth going to the river to soak for thousands of years?

Everything is in order, the sky suddenly opens the ghost door, and the sword light of Mingyao crosses the void, crosses the Yellow Spring, and is helpless.

Zixuan flew down on the Wangxiang Terrace, looked at the old woman on the stage, bowed and saluted, gentle and elegant, and said, "I have seen Meng Po's predecessors." ”

The old woman nodded lightly, glanced at Zixuan, didn't bother to speak, and said, "Kunlun, is there something wrong?"

"The younger generation has two things to ask for, first, the Kunlun Sword Immortal's direct entry into reincarnation is still valid, and second, dare to ask the whereabouts of the falling moon perched star. ”

"Qi Tianxiang's doll is not dead, Kunlun Sword Immortal can naturally go straight to reincarnation, as for where the falling moon perched on the star, I can't say, this medicine is a secret treasure of the underworld, not for outsiders. ”

"That's it, please ask your predecessors to send Qianlingzi straight into reincarnation, as for which child to vote for, it's up to him to decide. ”

Zixuan waved his hand to relieve the formation, the nested void scattered like a cloud of smoke, Qian Lingzi stood on the bank of the Santu River, looked at the six reincarnations in the void, pondered for a long time, and asked Zixuan, "If I enter Kunlun again, is the ancestor willing to accept me?"

Zixuan pointed to Qian Lingzi's heart, silent, the answer here is in his heart, there is no need to say much, Qian Lingzi believes it, and if he doesn't believe it, no matter how many words he says, it will be in vain.

"Senior, send me into reincarnation, being a man is very hard, but I still have to be a man, a poor person, a rich person, but not a woman. ”

Meng Po nodded, and a streamer of light opened from the void, and when she walked in, she could be reincarnated as a human.

"There is a guy named Fang Bu who will also turn into three Qings in one breath, this person is very closely related to evil cultivators, you must be careful!"

Qian Lingzi finally glanced at Zixuan, transmitted the sound into the secret, and after sealing his memory, he stepped into reincarnation and started all over again.

Zixuan waved her hand lightly and officially bid farewell to the past Qianlingzi, hoping that Qianlingzi could embark on the right path, and also hoped that Xiaowan could have a good home.

The brilliance was completely restricted, Zixuan turned around and bowed to Meng Po again, and said in the secret, "Senior, Yan Luotuo, let me ask you where is the Falling Moon Perched Starflower?"

Meng Po palmed her hands, looked at Zixuan, and replied: "Ask him to come and ask me personally, I haven't come back to see after walking for so long, and I have dragged people to ask me, and when I see him, I will have to pull his skin!"

Zixuan was frightened, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and then bowed to Meng Po, and the sword escaped into the ghost gate and returned to the Kunlun Mountains, intending to customize a set of life-saving formations.

The stars and Han flow westward, the silver waves ripple slightly, promote the weaving and whispering, the night is not young, the fragrance of flowers in the mountains is scattered and impermanent, and a few voices are sent to find the trace and call lightly.

"Master, Master, where are you? Help, you're going to die!"

Luoyang slowly opened his eyes, looked at Nannuo who had settled down, turned his hand to urge the spirit rune, and whispered an edict, "Return to the wind wall, hurry!"

A little breeze rose up, protecting Nanno in the middle of it, cutting off the external sound.

Luoyang Shi Shiran got up, squinted at the few people at the foot of the mountain, and called loudly: "It's not good to practice at night, what are you calling?"

Jiang Luo stopped when he heard the sound, looked at the moon and went down the mountain, trotting all the way up the mountain, without explaining the situation, Yue Nu suddenly took out the sword, jumped up, and the body was like a shock, if the sword was thundering, there was a tendency to split the mountain and break the river.

"Hey, the momentum is good, but the strength is far behind!"

Luoyang preached softly, taking his appearance and slashing in the air, the momentum was strong and heavy, and the wind was whistling, containing the power of opening the stele and cracking the stone.

Yue Nu glanced at her appearance, turned around and changed her moves, the blue fairy sword drew a crescent-like trace, the two swords collided, and the sound of Jin Ge exploded on the mountain, which was deafening.

A line of light soared into the sky, and the Yue Nu sword spun and fell into the deep forest.

Yue Nu staggered back more than ten steps before she could stand firmly, looking at the white-clothed young man under the moon, excitedly shook off the scabbard, waved her bare hand, recalled the Yue Nu sword from the bottom of the mountain, and said: "That's right, you are the opponent I am looking for, and then take me a sword!"

The sword moves, and the sword shadows scattered in the sky are like falling cherry blossoms, colorful and dazzling, and beautiful.

Luoyang raised the appearance of the memory calmly parried, blocked dozens of swords and then swung the sword out, the hidden strength suddenly exploded, like the flood of the embankment, like the dragon of Tengyuan.

The shadow of the sword dispersed, and with a sonorous sound, the Yue Nu sword came out of her hand again, whirling and inserting it on the side of the rock.

There was no sword in her hand, but Yue Nu refused to admit defeat, raised her fist and stepped forward, hit her fingers, and raised her foot to kick to a certain point in Luoyang.

Luoyang Wan'er chuckled, not caring about the small nature of the Yue girl, she turned sideways to avoid the embroidered legs, and her appearance was lightly recalled, and she blocked the meridians with sword qi.

Yue Nu was in pain, and hurriedly floated away, Jin Lian touched the ground, and a few ups and downs stopped at the side of Yue Nu's sword, reached out and drew her sword, and called loudly: "Daoyou swordsmanship is extremely sharp, dare to ask what to call it?"

Luoyang tilted his head to look at Jiang Luo, his heart was full of curiosity, and he couldn't figure out the situation here.

Jiang Luo scratched his head and explained, "She said that her name is Yue Nu, which is the inheritance of the Yue Nu Sword......

"Inheritance law?" Luoyang couldn't help muttering, examining Yue Nu's eyebrows, and said with a smile: "My name is Luoyang, the descendant of the Kunlun Tibetan Sword lineage. ”

"Luoyang...... Okay, this girl remembers you, and I'll come back to you when I'm stronger!"

Yue Nu hugged her fist to Luoyang, pulled out the Yue Nu sword, lightly pulled two or three sword flowers and threw the sword into the air, probed and sucked up the scabbard, swung it casually, accurately took the Yue Nu sword, and hid the blade into the sheath.

Jiang Luo pursed her lips disdainfully, she was very uninterested in this flowery shelf, Yue Nu saw everything in her eyes, narrowed her eyes, limped close to the young man, and fell back very abruptly in front of him, her eyebrows gathered together, looking very painful.

Jiang Luo flashed forward without thinking, looked at the snickering Yiren in his arms, looked at the master sitting cross-legged, and looked at Liu Ziqian, who was walking far away, and didn't know what to do for a while, as if someone had knocked a few sticks on his head, his mind was muddy, his face was red over the maple leaves, and his heart was full of apprehension.

"Nerd, haven't you had enough, take me to rest, I've had a few fights tonight, I'm tired. ”

Yue Nu quietly twisted Jiang Luo's waist, resentful that the young man had no tacit understanding with herself.

"Master, Master, the children are retired. ”

Jiang Luo nodded, shouted in a hurry, picked up the Yue Nu sword, and carried Song Zidie along the mountain road to the ladder to pick up the sky, hurriedly walking, striding meteors.

Luoyang couldn't help but chuckle, although he was afraid that the apprentice would fall, he didn't dare to open his mouth to remind.

The young man's emotions are always like this, as warm as a fireplace, as dazzling as the rising sun, no matter when, if he thinks of this past, he will definitely smile.

The mirror in the boudoir is scattered into flowing flames, Jiang Qinyue clenched her fists tightly, and the scene of Luoyang and Nan Nuo snuggling under the moon is imprinted in her heart, unable to shake or forget, like a fertile soil, and the resentment and murder that sprouts are getting stronger and stronger......

"Yue Nu Sword, inheritance law, demon ...... I want to see how long you can be arrogant in Kunlun Mountain!"

The words were full of murderous intentions, Jiang Qinyue took out the jade talisman, urged the spiritual power, and told Fang Cai what he had seen and heard.

Approaching the Korean land, the beggar stopped slightly, flew against the branch, felt the communication in the talisman, couldn't help but hook the corners of his mouth, looked at the sky and the moon, and was speechless for a long time.

Kunlun Sword Cultivator, who is the sword master of the world, fell in love with a demon clan, and he showed such a fair and honest attitude without shying away from it, with such a heart, I have to say that he still underestimated this fifteen-year-old genius.

"Luoyang, people and demons are not separated, I am looking forward to your performance when you really face the choice, I hope you don't disappoint me......"