The sword is the Xue family's thing, and the prime minister and the association have always been at odds, and I don't want it to fall into the hands of a few arrogant hairy little mages.

As I ran, I turned my right hand and put an ice sheath on my sword and hung it around my waist.

My clothes were stained with blood, and I picked up the alleys and went straight to Tianxiang Tower.

Now, the news of my resurrection must have spread, the sun and moon sacrifice clothes are still in Tianxiang Building, and I can't involve Mu Yun as well.

I stood silently at the window of my room for a long time, and nothing unusual, and then I gently swept in.

"Boom" black smoke filled, I stretched out my hand to protect my body, seven or eight different blades, or cut or stab, or chop or split, the mana or soft or rigid, although slightly inferior to me, but in all directions, I still can't resist.

An extremely soft force blocked my unstoppable three attacks for me, and there was actually someone in the room to help me, and this strange spell was very different from Mu Yun's domineering swordsmanship.

I was stunned.

The black smoke cleared.

There was a person standing at the door of the window, and there were six masked people standing against the wall, all of them were in one color of green clothes, and they were only able to intersect in one move.

A thin figure beside him coughed violently.

Huang Ruiqian!

I was amazed: Uncle Huang is actually one of my generation, and he has not shown any traces in the past ten years!

I gently patted Huang Ruiqian on the back, and his cough gradually stopped. My great enemy is now, but I don't look at them, and happily said to Huang Ruiqian: "Uncle, I'm ······ I ······"

Even if Huang Ruiqian is added, I'm afraid it won't help.

Huang Ruiqian raised his head to meet me and smiled softly.

There was joy in my eyes, but what I said was, "Are you wrong?

Why bother implicating him again?

Huang Ruiqian looked at me deeply, his eyes were full of farewell and love that I didn't understand, and he trembled and stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to touch my cheek.

The masked man looked at us indifferently, as if he were looking at two dead people.

Huang Ruiqian's hand was halfway through, suddenly swung out, and hit me the shoulder, this palm came so abruptly, I was caught off guard, flew backwards, and saw that it was about to hit the tip of the knife of the person behind me, everyone was stunned.

But I didn't crash into it.

There was an invisible interface in the air, and I felt a slight resistance behind me, as if it were ······ It's like the feeling of falling into the water, the water overflows the face, and you can no longer see the scene in the fighting room, Huang Ruiqian's voice is out of reach: "The heart is the spiritual mountain······ Goodbye, little ghost······"

My throat choked, and I tried to scream, but nothing came out. It was pitch black all around.

I fell into ······ Another world?

Falling ······

I concentrated all my energy and tried to fly, but in this strange place, gravity tightly bound me,

Falling ······

There is only one place, and everyone is imprisoned in the earth, the abyss of the Ethereal Peak. It turns out that the magic mountain is everywhere, and where the heart goes, it is······ Lingshan ???

Falling ······

The wind whistled in my ears.

My head was getting more and more dizzy.

Falling ······

Falling ······

Falling ······

Is there no end······

Falling ······

I seemed to be somewhere, with something under my knees and shoulders to support, and something on one side of my body.

My mind seemed to still spin, spinning, and I closed my eyes tightly, trying to suppress the nausea churning in my stomach.

“············ Onions?"

The sound of a long distance.

“······ Verdant!"

Closer, unfamiliar voice.

Where am I? Who is this?