"You, you already knew......"

Mo Xiaoyu retreated, looking at Luo Tian in horror.

"I can open the Xuan Ring, and thank you for your credit. Luo Tian said lightly, raised his right hand and grabbed it, grabbing the Haotian axe and those few pieces of Xuanjing in his hand.

Mo Xiaoyu's face was pale, leaning against the rock wall behind her, her heart was already setting off a huge wave, she didn't know why Wu Shanyue had already penetrated into Luo Tian's Qi Mansion, and it still ended in failure, but she had clearly felt that the Xuan Power in Luo Tian's Mansion was absorbed by herself, this feeling could never be false, otherwise it would not have caused the boiling of the Xuan Power in her body.

What the hell is going on!!

Mo Xiaoyu's body was trembling violently, although Luo Tian's calculation this time was improvised, and there were indeed a lot of flaws, but this was a mental game, she was betting that the other party would definitely not be able to help but be moved, even if she took precautions, but once she entered the game, it would be impossible to break free.

But now, the facts in front of her slapped her in the face, making Mo Xiaoyu's pupils tremble, and when she looked at Luo Tian, the feeling of fear that arose for some reason surged again.

Luo Tian slowly opened his eyes, glanced at Mo Xiaoyu coldly, raised his left hand, picked up an angular stone, and exerted great strength to make a small opening in the palm of his hand, and this thin cut was still healing at an extremely fast speed.

Then, Luo Tian picked up a piece of blue Xuanjing and placed it on the wound, the power of qi and blood suddenly surged wildly, and the majestic Xuanjing exploded in an instant, pouring into Luo Tian's body like a flood bursting an embankment, and a warm feeling suddenly filled his body.

The Qi Mansion in his body, which was suppressed by death, shook violently at this moment, and a large amount of Xuan Power poured in, slowly releasing an even more majestic Xuan Force, which began to circulate in Luo Tian's body.

At this moment, one of the three rounds of golden days in the qi mansion has disappeared all colors and is dim, and it is precisely because of this that Luo Tian can break through this situation, he did extradite the Xuan pattern to the qi mansion, but it is not to let him absorb the Xuan power in the qi mansion, but to cultivate the golden sun of the Nine Yang Burning Heavens, the biggest role of these three rounds of the great sun is to absorb and enhance the quality of the Xuan power, and the Xuan power contained in itself is extremely low, even if it is absorbed, it only takes a period of time to cultivate to recover as before.

The mystical power contained in a round of golden days, compared to Luo Tian's incomparably huge qi mansion, is simply a drop in the ocean.

Now as Xuanli regained control, Luo Tian immediately protected him with fists around him, and a thin film suddenly formed around him, seeing that Mo Xiaoyu's face was pale and retreated, she looked at Luo Tian who was wrapped in a film in front of her blankly, her mind was blank, and her heart was simply mixed.

Luo Tian, who was tightly wrapped in the film of the fist, closed his eyes, and with the operation of the mysterious power in his body, the prohibition and coercion of this place also came, but under Luo Tian's full operation, there were also bursts of low sounds.

The first Xuan Realm, the Lingxuan Realm, and finally until the fifth order of the Ling Xuan Realm, the prohibition of suppressing the realm here is like a rock, and it can no longer be loosened in the slightest, Luo Tian opened his eyes.

Looking at the wound that was healing in the palm of his hand, Luo Tian frowned slightly, condensed a little fist on his fingertips, cut the wound again, and buried the piece of blue Xuanjing deep in the wound, if there was no Xuanjing to help, Luo Tian's realm would be pressed into an ordinary person again, and he could no longer use the slightest, but as long as Xuanjing continued, he would be able to exert the strength of the fifth order of Lingxuan.

Luo Tian glanced coldly behind him, paused, or chose to ignore Mo Xiaoyu, held the Haotian axe tightly in his right hand, and relied on the power of his transformation to conjure up a goshawk, and then the figure turned into a long rainbow and went straight to the top of the cliff.

Inside the rock wall of the cave, Mo Xiaoyu looked at Luo Tianyuan's back in a daze, his heart was extremely complicated, and there was endless bitterness.

If he had helped him wholeheartedly at the beginning, would he choose to take himself away after he recovered his mystical power?

Through getting along in the past few days, no matter how much Mo Xiaoyu resents Luo Tian in her heart, her heart is telling her that if so, Luo Tian will definitely take her away.

It's just that now, it's impossible to talk about it.

After Luo Tian left, the surroundings were quiet as if time had stopped, and in this dead silence, an indescribable sense of loneliness suddenly permeated the surroundings, drowning Mo Xiaoyu entirely.

She looked up at the sky and smiled madly, in this ruin, where I don't know where it is, and no one can find it, what is the difference between being trapped here alone and dying?

......

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As night fell, Situ finally arrived in Leiyang County. He sat cross-legged under the tree, looking around, looking out of the east is a dark cloud overpowering the gloomy silence, looking out of the west is the brilliant lights of singing and dancing, and the place where he is located at the junction of Pingyang City and Caiyi City. At this moment, as night had just fallen, the surroundings were gradually becoming lively, and powerful men poured into the forest in droves, looking for prey, and some of the teams had already set out on their way home, and set up bonfires on the edge of the forest, and the smell of barbecued meat and thick soup filled the forest. He opened his nose to breathe in the warm smell, and felt like he was back on earth.

There was still the last layer of wine left in the flask, and when he opened the lid and drank it all in one gulp, Situ Feng half leaned on his saber Xueji, and casually threw the empty flask into the wind.

Along the way, he relied on drinking, cherishing every sip very much, and he was really tired before he drank half a sip to refresh himself...... For him, the trip was truly an unforgettable experience.

Now that he has finally arrived at his destination, there is no need to continue to save wine, with his temperament, looking at the crowd of people who are playing around, he actually feels that this fireworks are really good for a long time...... Although it is said that there are muscles and sweaty old men who are full of knots and sweat, but for him, a person who escaped death, these men are countless times more cute than those fierce and brutal beasts.

As soon as he drank all the wine in the jug, someone knocked on the tree behind him, and Situ turned his head to see that it was actually an old woman who came to meet the team and cook for this group of men by the way. The old woman pointed to his face with a dark face, and then to the wine jug that was blown by the wind, and said nothing.

Situ Xuan instantly understood, walked over with a disgraced face, picked up the wine jug and hung it on his waist, and shook his head. In the past, not to mention throwing things, it was because of the smoke and dust of his sword, and those younger brothers and sisters who admired him would only look at him with starry eyes, with "Senior brother, your handsomeness really can't be changed in a lifetime", but now the tiger has fallen in Pingyang, the sect has been dissolved, and an old lady has come out to stop him when he throws a wine jug. But he still habitually nodded to her, indicating that he understood the tacit rules of the people in this place.

Situ Yong, who has always flaunted himself with the swordsman's code of conduct, of course he won't care about these, the real swordsman is happy to enmity and hatred, and he will draw his sword to face each other if he disagrees, but the demeanor of the swordsman is not only to show to the enemy, but also to show to these people.

One day, when you just wiped out a group of Jiangyang thieves who were in trouble and wiped the blood of the sword, you suddenly saw a ragged beggar come over and ask you for money, you must not show disdain and wave your hand and say Roll, don't dirty Lao Tzu's eyes, but immediately find out some money, not too much, as long as the mind arrives, and hand it to him in a chic and uninhibited manner. The dignity of a swordsman cannot be violated, but he will not trample on the dignity of others at will, whether this person is an emperor of a country or a pawn of a peddler, as long as he shows respect to him, he will be treated equally.

Situ turned around, and just as he wanted to leave his sleeve, he was pulled up, and when he turned his head, he saw that it was still the old woman who didn't have the slightest kindness. Situ Qian waved his sleeves slightly, his face turned to the sky, and he looked at her with the chic meaning of a swordsman, thinking to himself What do you want to do when I have picked up the wine jug?

The old woman shook her head, took out a few steamed buns and a kettle from the basket containing vegetables and stuffed them into Situ Gong's hand, patted Situ Gong's arm, revealing an expression of "It's really a poor person", and took out a few pieces of bacon and stuffed them into his hand.

Situ Fu blinked, watching the old woman's stiff but spirited back gradually fade away, took out a mirror from Xuanjie, and looked at it, the person in the small bronze mirror was black and gray from neck to face, and his long hair was even dirty and sticky, because there was still a trace of snot on his face in the cold wind along the way...... If it weren't for the pair of sword eyebrows on his forehead, Situ Gong would almost not recognize himself.

Situ Shu put away the mirror and was a little melancholy, raised his arm wistfully, and bit off half of the white-flour steamed bun in one bite.

He hadn't eaten a drop of water for two whole days, and he hadn't eaten a grain of rice.

A few months ago, the Broken Mountain Sect was completely disbanded, and when he woke up, he slept with insects and rats in a place, and at a glance he couldn't find even a few beasts except for trees and grass.

With the direction of the sun and the stars, Situ still walked in the barren mountains for a while, and then he remembered two other fatal things, he did not have a map, and he had never walked out of the 100,000 mountains.

In his concept, how could a swordsman need such a thing as a map, where his heart goes, the end of the world is also my hometown. It was not difficult for him to kill the Mysterious Beast, but it was really difficult for him to roast the Mysterious Beast, and he didn't even know what to do if he made a fire. A genius like him, when did he ever worry about eating?

When Senior Brother Situ, the first person in the outer gate of the Broken Mountain Sect, had never been so mad, once upon a time for him, what my sword meant, was to open the door without a door, and cut the road without a way. But now he was upset because he was lost, and even seriously considered whether to blow up his saber as a warning. He went from an unknown place in the 100,000 mountains to the border of Leiyang County, and it took him a few months, because he didn't know the way and couldn't find anyone, so he made a big detour, was blown to the wind, and even accidentally provoked a few third-level mysterious beasts on the way, and was chased and killed all the way, and he wanted to cry without tears.

He heard that the Wu'en Gate, which advocated swordsmanship, was stationed in Leiyang County, so he came here on purpose.

Looking at the sky above Pingyang City, which was shrouded in black clouds, Situ Fu solved a big steamed bun in a few bites, poured a sip of water, and looked a little puzzled.

Why is there a black thing flying over here?