The magic flag escaped through the void, and Luoyang fell asleep in the warm magic smoke.

This dream was different from the past, there was no mother, no graceful beauty in a phoenix robe, no Nan Nuo and the decadent golden armor general, no hateful black-clothed sword cultivator who cut down Qingluan and that group of hysterical blood-eyed cultivators.

This dream is a fairyland, with lotus leaves, lotus flowers reflecting the sun, smoke willows on both sides of the river, birds and flowers.

There are a few flowing clouds floating on the azure dome, Bitan is like a mirror, the two of them are standing on the water, one is dressed in white, the back is lonely, and the plain white fairy sword in his hand looks very similar to the sword in the mound, but it is far from being as sharp as the sword.

The other person was dressed in a black robe, and pointed to a sword, and thousands of invisible qi swords swirled around his body, although he couldn't see his face clearly, but that temperament made Luoyang feel familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

The breeze rolls, the mirror and the pond evoke ripples, the migratory birds cry softly, and the lotus fragrance fills the sky and the earth.

The two people who were far away from each other began to fine-tune their movements, the sword fight had not yet begun, but the two had already fought invisibly tens of thousands of times, among which it was dangerous, and it was difficult for those who were not sword hearts to know.

The man in white is the main attacker, constantly testing the weakness of the man in black with his potential, body shape and some kind of specious power, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

The man in black is heavily defended, constantly adjusting himself according to the opponent, the virtual and the real change, the weakness may be a trap, and the trap may also be a weakness.

Qinghe shook slightly, and the man in white stabbed out a sword very abruptly, and the fairy sword pointed out, and the world of Bitan was cut open.

The man in black floated back, parrying and parrying a line slowly, and all the qi swords around his body were slashed, ending the battle with defeat.

"Your sword is sharper, and you have slashed another?"

"Well, there is one last one left, if you can't cut it, this sword is not perfect, it is not the sword I want. ”

"It's love, it's not possible in this life, you're going to rebuild it again? How many years will it take to come back this time? I don't want to wait here. ”

The man in black said dissatisfiedly, the heavens and the earth catered to his mood, and suddenly became gloomy, and everything withered.

The man in white stared at Luohua and was silent for a long time, as if he had thought of something, hooked the corners of his mouth, and said with a smile: "Since you don't want to wait, then let's go together, you always need a witness to complete the Heavenly Sword." ”

The man in black was slightly stunned, then smiled lightly, turned into a streamer and merged into the sea of knowledge of the man in white, and the man in white sat down cross-legged, breathed slightly and pointed to the sky.

The man in white threw the fairy sword in his hand into the lotus pond, sat cross-legged and sat quietly, waiting for a red thunder to fall, the sky cried blood, and everything was sad.

The plain white fairy sword in the lotus pond wandered in the endless void for an unknown number of years, and finally landed on a barren hill, silently waiting to return.

The vicissitudes of the sea, the vicissitudes of the mulberry field, and I don't know how many years have passed, the long sword has witnessed countless ups and downs, the once barren hills have gradually risen up, slowly gathered the dragon veins and luck, and finally evolved into the familiar Kunlun of Luoyang.

"Is this your memory, Heavenly Sword?" Luo Yang whispered the long-lost name, his eyes opened, and two lines of tears fell.

Shaking his head and flicking lightly, the hazy vision gradually became clear, the aura was far less abundant than the world, the surrounding mountains, rivers and plants were extremely unfamiliar, and the flag was suddenly fierce in the wind.

"Luoyang, welcome to the Demon Realm, from now on, you will be a member of my Demon Realm!"

The Immortal Demon Yan poured out the magic flag, Nan Mo fell in front of Luoyang, stood with his arms crossed, and smiled cheaply, Luoyang's teeth were itchy when he looked like a villain, and he subconsciously wanted to turn his spiritual power, and suddenly noticed the strangeness of his body.

The young man's face changed, no matter how Nan Mo sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes and looked inward, all the meridians and points in his body were shattered, the original vast spiritual sea had disappeared, and now he was a waste person who could not urge spiritual power, except for his excellent swordsmanship, he was no different from a sturdy mortal.

Nan Mo looked at Luoyang with interest, and liked the young man's expression at this time, "Two choices, follow me back to the magic capital, or stay here by yourself and fend for yourself, you choose." ”

"If you come, you will be safe, take me to the magic capital. ”

Luoyang opened his eyes, looked at the green mountains and clear waters, tried his best to adapt to his current body, and privately considered the thousands of rhetoric when facing Nannuo, and made it look like this, if there was no reasonable excuse, Nannuo might hit others in the face.

"Why, aren't the sword immortals of your Kunlun Immortal Sect more stubborn than the old way of the bull nose?"

Nan Mo, who was ready to buy and sell, raised his eyebrows, looked at Luoyang curiously, his eyes flashed with a streamer, and he secretly used illusion, wanting to get a real answer is one thing, and satisfying curiosity is another.

Luo Yang didn't notice Nan Mo's small tricks, unconsciously let down all his guard, rolled his eyes angrily, he really couldn't find a reasonable excuse to deal with Nan Nuo, and was ready to be beaten, with fear in his heart, and his tone seemed a little weak.

"Why? Can I find Nan Nuo if I stay here? I have to go to the magic capital sooner or later, take the initiative, I hope Nan Nuo can fight ......"

As he spoke, Luoyang suddenly woke up, held back the second half of the sentence, raised his head and glared at Nan Mo, full of displeasure, if it wasn't for his lack of spiritual power, he would have to punch him in that kind of meaningful face, this demon emperor is really despicable!

"Hahaha...... Is this still the merry sword cultivator who is rampant with swords? The whole little man who is afraid of his wife, what about the future sword of the human race, and he is not afraid of my demon family's royal daughter!"

Nan Mo smiled arrogantly, raised his hand to temporarily seal Luoyang's mouth, and urged the treasure, the four poles were rolled up with a heavenly flag, the heavens and the earth changed leisurely, and a person and a soul appeared outside the holy mountain in an instant.

Shocked by the sound, Nanli, who was sitting in the immortal demon Yan, suddenly woke up, opened his eyes to look at the long-lost magic flag, turned over and landed in front of Luoyang, staring at the four poles of the heavenly flag, his eyes were full of joy, and he was no different from a child looking forward to his father's return home.

Nan Mo hesitated for a long time in the magic flag, and finally smiled with relief, suppressed thousands of thoughts and escaped from the magic flag, patted Nan Li on the shoulder, and praised: "It's not bad, it's all so strong, there is a demon emperor's appearance, not bad." ”

"Father's ......"

The indescribable thousands of emotions were all contained in this light call, the iron-clad Demon Emperor had red eyes, forced his eyes, endured not to let the tears fall, grinned, and looked very awkward, but it deeply touched Luoyang's heart, and all living beings have love.

Nan Mo nodded, planted the magic flag on the edge of the cliff, glanced at Luoyang on the edge of the cliff, turned around and fell into the immortal demon Yan, whispered, and said: "Tell that group of old immortals, this kid is covered by me, the younger generation can do it, and whoever dares to do it in the older generation will die!"

Nan Li frowned slightly, but didn't ask much, nodded to his father quietly, waved his hand to trigger the Four Poles Heavenly Flag, the purple flames rolled up, and the light and shadow of the banner were projected into the entire Demon Realm through the red moonlight, causing the demons to boil and rejoice.

Luoyang couldn't help but smile as he looked at the residents who were singing and dancing by the mountain, and sat down cross-legged, wanting to draw spiritual power to ignite the immortal demon Yan to repair his injuries.

The gate of heaven was closed, and the spiritual power poured into the body through the pores, and the violent spiritual power completely annihilated the broken meridians, running through each acupoint like a torrent of breaking embankments, and all the acupoints in the breath were exhausted like spring and winter snow, and the body was empty, it seemed to be a bottomless abyss, even if the heavenly sword method was used to carry and refine the spiritual energy, it could not be filled for a long time.

After practicing for a while, Luoyang opened his eyes, the bitterness disappeared, and the spiritual power he swallowed could not be mobilized at all, he wanted to change, but he didn't know how to change, so he could only let it go and let it be.

Nanli looked at Luoyang's appearance, looked up at the Invitation Moon Palace, seemed to be smiling, and said: "Are you desperate? Don't worry, tomorrow will be even more desperate, a human race, I have won the heart of the princess of the demon clan, do you think my demon clan talent can let you go?"

"This is too early, the past cannot be changed, the future is unknown, who can be sure of tomorrow's events? Maybe tomorrow I will wake up and recover as before, even if I can't, as long as I have a sword in my hand, I am confident that I can defeat half of the so-called geniuses, after all, the sword power has nothing to do with spiritual power!"

Luoyang was lying in the mountains with a smile, bluffing, pretending to be invincible, talking and laughing with Nanli, without showing the slightest cowardice.

"Hehe, the kid is good, can he play chess?" The old man Yang, who was pretending to sleep under the tree, opened his eyes, looked at Luoyang, waved his hand and took out the chessboard, and fell Baizi first.

"Yes. ”

Luoyang smiled and approached the thin old man, anyway, there was nothing left and right, it was better to play the game.

Black and white fell, Luoyang's chess momentum was fierce and abnormal, seeing that the chess momentum was not good, the unhappy old man Yang suddenly spoke, "There is a big monk in Lingyin Temple called Chen, he said that the big sound is silent, the elephant is invisible, there is an old Taoist called Ruoshui in Kunlun Daomen, he said that people should be like water, there is no situation, nothing to ask for, nothing but everything." ”

These words were plausible, Luoyang couldn't help but be distracted when he thought of his own situation, and the sunspot that fell couldn't help but change his position.

Old man Yang chuckled proudly, laid out the layout, and gradually suppressed Luoyang's chess momentum, and the displeasure in his eyebrows and eyes turned into pride, like a child, revealing all his expressions.