Xiwen smiled and slowly fell, the sky-high sword aura shaking his heart.

I can't say I'm a refiner, at least I'm a participant.

The moment he fell, a pair of jade arms caught Xiwen.

Warm, warm, soft, fragrant...

Siwen's black hair rubbed against his white sleeves and made a rustling sound.

The mother's smile appeared in front of Xiwen's eyes, and the long-lost sense of security wrapped her whole body.

"Mother!"

Xiwen thought from the bottom of his heart! hugged Yu Qingqing tightly, mistaking the girl for Nangong Yu!

Yuqingqing's delicate body trembled, her cheeks flushed, and she let Xiwen's arms get tighter and tighter.

Xiwen's warm snort sprayed on Yuqingqing's upside-down severity. A strange feeling rose in my heart.

Yuqing was in a trance for a moment, putting aside the unspeakable thoughts.

I secretly thought in my heart: "If one day, you find out that this may be a conspiracy of the Gu Clan to use you. Are you going to blame me, or hate me, or kill me?"

The breeze was blowing, and Xiwen only felt that his eyelids were very heavy and sleepy. Fall asleep.

What I can do is to temporarily replace you and nurture your father's soul body......

In his sleep, Yu Qingqing brought Xiwen back to Yuanling Waterfall.

As soon as Xiwen entered the turquoise Yuan Spirit liquid, the pores of his whole body opened, absorbing the rich Yuan Spirit Qi in the Yuan Ling Waterfall.

Except for the owner of this body, who was sleeping, the other organs were not idle.

The most active thing is the heart, and the jade butterfly flickered its wings, restraining the poison of the living body.

The black thread on Xiwen's chest was still beating and struggling.

(Sivin never thought that the owner of the butterfly, if he took back the butterfly, what would happen to him?)

After three days and three nights, the body was filled with abundant energy.

As if waking up from a dream, the girl inserted a black mist from Xiwen's Heavenly Spirit Cover.

From stopping poison erosion, to stepping on the cultivation yuan, to refining weapons, Xiwen did not have the slightest vigilance against this Gu girl.

Perhaps the biggest reason why Xiwen is unfortified is that he still stays on the crystal clear and injured butterfly on the lake.

Let this black mist mix into the blood, surging all over the body.

Looking at the inner dantian, the accumulation of more and more dense vitality, the accumulation of more and more dense vitality, the mind controls the vitality to travel throughout the body at will.

Now the control of the vitality is much more handy than the beginning of the rustiness, and the vitality has returned to the dantian after a hundred bones and nine orifices.

Suddenly, his vitality gradually decreased, and Xiwen was shocked, the dantian leaked?

The reduction continued, and Xiwen, who was in a panic, suddenly smiled when he was at a loss.

In the dantian, when the vitality is reduced by half, the solid shape is revealed!

Xiwen suddenly realized, it turned out that the Yuan Qi Realm was from thin to dense and then solid! Then he should now be in the perfect stage of the Yuan Qi Realm!

The high-intensity luck during the refining process had almost exhausted the vitality in the dantian for a large cycle.

The main reason why Xiwen thinks about it is that when he stepped into the Cultivation Metaverse Realm, he was in the period between the small stage of the Yuan Qi Realm and the Great Perfection of the Yuan Qi Realm.

From stepping into the small stage of the Yuan Qi Realm of the Immortal Cultivation Realm to the Great Perfection of the Yuan Qi Realm, it has been a year.

Why is it so slow? Xiwen muttered, and after the promotion, he began to explore this black fog.

"What is this black mist?"

Wave your mind into the black fog, look for the black fog, this black fog is a martial art?

Xiwen was delighted, now that he was a cultivator, he just lacked a martial arts to cultivate.

When Xiwen was in Anning Village, he knew how easy to find this martial art?

A good martial art is enough to make people dominate the Yuan Continent and be invincible.

What kind of martial arts could this black mist be? Is it a slip of paper or a bamboo slip?

Thinking of the bamboo slips, Xiwen's throat moved, and he couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

Xiwen Yuan Zhi slowly poked out, and there was life creeping in the black mist, which was okay if it wasn't explored, but when it was explored, it was like falling into an abyss.

Gu devours the sky...

Xiwen suddenly opened his eyes, and the scene in front of him was the cemetery in the mountains behind Anning Village.

Am I dreaming? Strange, how can I fall asleep in the graveyard?

Wasn't I pushed off a cliff by Huang Ren?

"What a weird dream, it's okay, it's a dream......!"

On the Xiuyuan Continent, there are thousands of ethnic groups, and among the ten thousand ethnic groups, those evil sects and strange poisonous clans are ashamed of the world.

The Gu clan is one of them! Xiwen's impression of the girl rests on the injured butterfly.

If you really want to be related to those evil sects and weird people, Xiwen is still unwilling.

Just when I was relieved, I couldn't take my eyes off it anymore.

A long sword lay quietly on the grass. It's exactly the same as the sword in the dream.

This is clearly not a dream.

Xiwen looked around, except for the grave, there were no Gu clan girls.

"If you want to escape, you will die!" a loud shout came from the sky, and the blinding light stabbed at Xiwen's side.

A thousand thoughts flashed, and Xiwen remained motionless, waiting for the sword qi to end his miserable thirteen years.

Xiwen could feel that this fierce sword qi was the highest level in the mortal realm, and only the martial arts rank could match it.

The blood donation streaked across the sky, and Xiwen fell heavily to the ground, bleeding from his chest.

Xiwen lay on the ground, his head roaring, and hot blood flowed from his body. The sound of blood flowing, faintly audible.

"Okay, second brother, he's just a waste, don't waste time here, Anning Village is about to die, it's too late, and the village treasures have been taken away by others!"

Xiwen looked up and saw two unfamiliar faces, but none of them mattered to Xiwen anymore.

The sky was so wide, like a father's heart. The white clouds are so soft, like a mother's embrace.

It's just that there is a life that is about to pass away.

A group of colorful butterflies, fluttering, gradually flew from a distance, and flew to Xiwen's side. Hovering overhead, lingering for a long time.

Xiwen smiled bitterly and looked down.

"A cheap life, leave him to do anything!" The old man raised his palm: "Let you go to see Huang Xuan!"

Father... Huang Xuan's face appeared in Xiwen's mind.

I can't die... I haven't avenged my parents yet...

Wen'er... You have to live well... Nangong Yu's blood-stained hand touched Xiwen tremblingly, and his smile finally froze...

The desperate eyes of the parents... The indifferent eyes of the enemy...

The wind of the old man's palm has stung Xiwen's skin...

Yes...

Xiwen looked up to the sky and roared, Yuan Zhi stirred up the black mist, and a pair of eyes rushed out of the gold, wood, and fire three-color light!

Phew...

The Hearteater Sword on the grass vanished, an eagle roared in the sky, and the three-colored light shone brightly in the sunset. Finally, the fire went straight in.

With a move of killing thoughts, the heart-devouring turned into an electric snake. The electric snake fire beam rushed down like lightning and hit the old man, who was scorched and shrunk into a ball.

Xiwen didn't bother to pay attention, and another old man took the opportunity to flee.

Zheng...

The devouring heart was suspended beside Xiwen, letting out bursts of sword groans, feeling the mood of the master,

A year has passed, and the cliff is still cloudy and misty, and the Western robes are stained with blood, standing on the edge of the cliff, like a demon... Like a god.....