Under Sima Yuan's gaze, a middle-aged figure was revealed.

His expression was calm and unfazed.

The person who came was slender and well-dressed, as if he was not a person in the shadows.

The solemn face of the forty-year-old reflects that this person may have held a high position in the past and held the authority of one party.

Sima Yuan said slowly: "Killing in front of Sima, Senior Brother Zhao's courage is really not small. ”

The man smiled lightly and said indifferently: "This person dares to offend the real person in charge, it is really a crime and deserves death." ”

Then his face turned solemn, and he said with righteousness: "Although he is the younger brother of Meng Jing, seeing that he is so rebellious, he has to kill his relatives with righteousness, so as to correct my Zixiao's discipline." ”

Sima Yuan's pupils shrank, and he stared at Zhao Mengjing deadly.

After he was silent for a while, he said slowly: "Sima doesn't know what happened to Senior Brother to make the former head disciple who could avenge his father become so cold-blooded and ruthless. ”

Zhao Mengjing smiled lightly, his laughter was loud, as if there was endless desolation and complexity, as if it was difficult to wash away the five flavors in his heart after pouring out the three mountains and five mountains.

After he finished laughing, he slowly restrained his smile and said to Sima Yuanyan word by word: "Who are you, and what qualifications do you have to reprimand Zhao?"

Immediately, his eyes were treacherous, and he smiled sadly: "You don't find a dirty and filthy place to end the rest of your life, but instead go around and cause trouble, not only killing your relatives and friends one by one, but also how many innocent people have been affected. ”

Sima Yuan's color changed when he heard this, and his face was cloudy and uncertain, dark and uncertain.

He laughed wildly and pointed at Sima Yuanyan and said, "You said it yourself, what qualifications do you have to teach Zhao?"

Immediately, without waiting for Sima Yuan's words, Zhao Mengjing snorted coldly and threw away his sleeves.

Such a scene naturally fell into the eyes of many lonely souls in the air, and the eyes they looked at Sima Yuan were not only resentful, complicated, angry, and even cursed, but also pitying, sad, and painful.

Shen Yuyan and Zhang Zongsi stood silently and approached quietly, as if to comfort Sima Yuan.

Sima Yuan stood with his head down, unable to see what his expression was, and was silent for a long time.

Zhang Zongsi hesitated for a moment, and then said softly: "Senior brother, the words of his generation are really disturbing your mind, why bother to take it to heart." ”

Shen Yuyan snorted coldly, "Senior Brother Fang should have killed him with a sword and cut off his ghost path." ”

After a while, Sima Yuan slowly raised his head, his face was expressionless, there was no sadness or joy, and his face was expressionless.

After he nodded lightly to Zhang Zongsi and the others, the figure fell down and disappeared without a trace.

Zhang Zonghe, who was high in the sky, frowned slightly, looked at each other and sighed lightly.

What no one knows is that when Sima Yuan 'occupied the magpie's nest' and entered the soul pool, Zhao Mengjing stood silently on the edge of a cliff at the waist of Qingxiao Peak.

After a long time, his figure fell into the abyss of the blue sky.

In the whistling wind, there seemed to be a murmur: "Don't leak the fucking secrets."

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Soul Peak, under the Worry-free Cliff, by the Soul Pool.

Sima Yuan stood alone, and his lonely shadow was gloomy.

In the secluded inkhole, there is a gurgling sound, and sometimes there is a splash of water, and the figure of a person suddenly appears.

Sima Yuan turned a deaf ear and remained silent.

The wind swept all around, whistling incessantly.

Faintly, there seemed to be a voice whispering to himself: "Xiao Han is not dead?

"What kind of existence does this power exist? The Xiao clan of the Eastern Wilderness, or some god in the upper realm?"

His eyes flickered as he muttered, "Also, what does 'watch your head' mean?"

"Is it the one from Zixiao Hidden Peak, or the upper realm?"

Today's Sima Yuan is no longer a stupid and ignorant hairy boy, nor is he the low-level monk who is slaughtered by others.

His cultivation is comparable to that of the late Yuan Infant, his mind is like a demon, and his chess strength is enough to wrestle his wrist with those old antiques.

He was already qualified to know the things of the upper realm!

The stars are as good as they used to be tonight, but the young man is not the wings of the year.

Just now Zhao Mengjing gave him an accident and told him a lot of secrets.

For example, the destruction of the Spirit Beast Pavilion, the decline of the Xuanyuan Palace, and the relocation of the Imperial Sword Gate are all just temporary victories and defeats on a certain chessboard.

The death of hundreds of thousands of monks was only a small wave, and it did not attract the attention of the chess players at all.

All they cared about was how far the son of the doom was from the 'Immortal Fate', and where they should start to scrape off the oil again.

Relatives, friends, and teachers are dead, should it be replaced by apprentices and grandchildren this time?

Zhong Lingyun, Huo Xiaoyu, Qin Xin?

Or is it the illegitimate son of a certain peak master on Lingxiao Peak?

After Sima Yuan was silent for a while, he whispered, "Resist to death or crawl to survive?"

He flipped his left hand, and the broken God of Question appeared in his hand.

He held the broken sword and kept rubbing it hideously

Cracks, silence.

There seemed to be a desolate wailing sound in the whistling wind, intermittently.

The battle of the day was not a few breaths, but a blow.

After a few breaths, Sima Yuan was defeated and dying.

With the power of one blow, Sima Yuan relied on it to be broken.

And among them, only the Divine Sword is the most miserable.

The sword fell in a battle.

Sima Yuan stood proudly and whispered to himself.

There was reminiscence and remembrance in his eyes, and he muttered to himself: "I want to go through reincarnation, what do you think?"

This reincarnation is not the reincarnation of the other.

The Mountain of Reincarnation, a borderless land in the Netherworld.

It is also the place where the former reincarnation hall lord Emperor Xudu reigned.

Emperor Xudu, the master of thousands of netherworlds.

Longevity is eternal, cultivated as a god, unfathomable.

Since thousands of years ago, after the Great Emperor ascended to the Spirit God Domain, the Netherworld has fallen into a state of endless war, and has never been unified.

And the Reincarnation Mountain has gradually fallen into ruins from the former holy land of the underworld.

However, thousands of years have passed, and although the emperor is gone, the Tao is still there.

It is rumored that the reincarnation hall on the reincarnation mountain will see immortality in the reincarnation hall.

However, rumors are just rumors after all, the reincarnation hall is still the same, but immortality is not allowed.

But even so, the Reincarnation Hall may be able to help the divine sword spiritual sense be restored.

In fact, he is not more than this, and it may be better to directly melt and ask the divine sword body to refine it again.

But Sima Yuan was afraid that once he practiced again, he would completely annihilate the Divine Sword Spiritual Sense.

At that time, will it reappear as the same thing?

Sima Yuan didn't dare to be sure, and he didn't dare to bet.

He can't afford to gamble.

Excalibur couldn't answer, and only a low wail sounded in the air.

It is like a whimper, like a mountain ghost whispering, poignant and miserable.

However, Sima Yuan's heart moved, and a ghost floated out, levitating beside Sima Yuan.

It is difficult to maintain the appearance of being a god with Sima Yuan, and the soul qi that is constantly shaking and tumbling seems to be becoming more and more miserable under the erosion of the years.

Looking at its form, it seems to be about to collapse, turning into a wisp of light smoke again.

Sima Yuan lowered his head again and patted the dantian gently.

A fluorescent Danzhu spat out of his mouth and levitated in front of Sima Yuan.

Looking at the whole body, the treasure that can enter the powerful eye of the upper realm seems to be the only one that has this Danzhu.

Danzhu is as big as a chicken, the body is round, the shape is like a spirit bead, and the light is shining.

Sima Yuan pinched it gently, and Danzhu seemed to resist at first, but after sensing Sima Yuan's intentions, he stood still.

Danzhu handed, there seemed to be a warmth from the fingertips into the heart, as if the residual heat in the abdomen had not disappeared.

Sima Yuan's eyes were deep, and he muttered softly, "Is it really because of you that I suffered such a great misfortune?"

Danzhu shook it gently, as if to deny it.

Sima Yuan was silent, and after a long time, he slowly said: "If you swallow a pill of elixir, you will be a heavenly person from now on." ”

He squeezed the Danzhu tightly and said slowly: "When I first entered the Zixiao Sect, I heard Uncle Cao say that the Dan is divided into two kinds of five products, such as mortal products, spiritual products and genuine products are 'Ignorant Pills', this kind of pill can be turned into instantaneous, can help mortals prolong their lives, and can make cultivators advance by leaps and bounds. ”

Danzhu was silent, silent.

Sima Yuan continued: "On top of the real product, there are divine products and immortal products. These two elixirs are 'Knowing Pills'"

His eyes were in a trance, his voice was faint, and he said slowly: "'Those who have knowledge are really psychic, comparable to spiritual gods. You can transform into a human and travel around hundreds of countries. ”

He paused and said softly: "It can also help people cultivate, comparable to the gods." ”

As for the legendary immortal elixir, no one has ever seen it, let alone tasted it.

The words shook the Danzhu like a spring breeze, and it slowly rose into the air, facing Sima Yuan.

It seems to be re-examining the person in front of him.

Sima Yuan had already known about Danzhu's psychic affairs, but the reason why he made it clear today was not only a temptation, but also a sign of his heart.

Sima Yuan's eyes were clear, he looked at him calmly, and said softly: "You and I have known each other for many years, and we can also be regarded as allies in the cultivation path, and we have supported each other all the way to this day. ”

Danzhu lightly clicked, as if agreeing.

Sima Yuan smiled on his face, then slowly retracted, and said softly: "I don't care what kind of existence you are, and I don't care what monstrous secrets are involved in you, but since you enter my body, you and I are one." ”

He said in a slightly heavier tone: "Since we are one, we should work together to overcome the calamity, so that we can see the light of the coming day." ”

His eyes were burning, he looked directly at Danzhu, and said slowly: "And this time, Sima intends to ascend to the Spirit God Heavenly Realm and completely control my destiny. ”

"Can you help me?"

When Danzhu heard this, after his bones turned, his whole body suddenly stiffened.

Then the round body seemed to tilt its head and groan for a moment, and then looked at Sima Yuan's eyes after gradually revealing a look of hope.

As soon as the ground struck, it fell headlong to the ground.

Play dead.

The corners of Sima Yuan's mouth twitched, and his face seemed to be a little hot.

His eyes seemed to be unkind, and he threatened viciously: "Little thing, Lao Tzu tells you, you are raised by me, you should listen to me! Get up, give me some natal essence, let me survive this level." ”

Danzhu simply turned over and no longer paid attention to Sima Yuan.

Sima Yuan was almost annoyed, and he looked at Danzhu for a while.

However, no matter how sharp Sima Yuan's words are, Danzhu is just oil and salt that don't enter, and he doesn't move.

Just kidding, if you want our natal essence, can you give that thing?

After a long time, Sima Yuan finally sighed helplessly and stopped asking.

He sat down and looked at the inkwell in front of him, he simply took off his shoes and socks and put his feet into the inkwell.

As soon as the flesh and blood body entered, dozens of resentful spirits immediately rose in the ink pool, rushing straight to their feet.

From time to time, the remnants of the ghosts who jumped out of the pool showed a hideous and bloodthirsty color, turning into a fierce and terrible appearance, and Huo Ran pounced on Sima Yuan's feet.

Sima Yuan turned a deaf ear and was stunned.

At this time, Danzhu turned over, as if looking at Sima Yuan, and rolled lightly all the way.

After approaching Sima Yuan's thigh, he immediately clicked along his thigh and fell into the ink pool.

Suddenly, the ink pool seemed to freeze and stupefied, and the pool of resentful ghosts and ghosts all looked at it together.

The gaze is gloomy, but it glows with a blazing light.

Growing richer and richer, until it goes crazy.

In an instant, the inkpool instantly set off a stormy wave, the waves were turbulent, almost surging.

However, before the resentful spirits could get closer, an invisible halo of light quickly swirled.

The wraiths screamed in unison and retreated in panic.

However, Danzhu tumbled, and a sword qi carrying Sima Yuan's breath roared and scattered.

After a sneer, thousands of remnant souls were swept away in an instant.

When everything was calm, Danzhu turned over, as if glancing back and upwards at Sima Yuan, but saw that he didn't pay attention.

It seemed to ponder for a while, then staggered to Sima Yuan's side and bumped into Sima Yuan.

Sima Yuan came back to his senses, and after being silent for a while, he said softly: "I'm tired."

The successive deaths of relatives and friends, the absence of news from his parents, the conspiracy and calculations of his master, and the unclear black scenes behind him, etc., overwhelmed him.

Even the magic weapon Wen Shenjian was cut in two, and the sword spirit was on the verge of extinction.

He Sima Yuan is not a saint, nor is he a real hard-hearted person.

He also has a heart, he also wants his senior sisters and brothers to live well, and he also wants to be able to be sheltered occasionally by his parents, who have never been masked.

Even for a moment.

But they all died to death, the missing disappeared, and the left left.

More than once, he wondered if he was the legendary plague god.

Otherwise, why did the people around him fall and die tragically one after another?

Danzhu on the side was silent, and gently leaned against Sima Yuan.

It had lived in his dantian for almost forty years, and he knew Sima Yuan's mental fluctuations well.

Naturally, I know his sadness, grief and anguish.

Every time I get married, I have been exchanged for endless disappointment and parting, as well as those unforgettable pains.

How can ordinary people experience such pain?

It is as if after feeding, the knife is full of blunt meat, and then fattened and then cut.

And so on and so forth, and so on, and so on, and so on, and so

This is what life is better than death.

Danzhu understands this, but it can't speak, let alone tell the truth.

Because it also wants to live well.

As an elixir, a living elixir, it also wants to live well like a person.

But this idea has never been articulated and cannot be articulated.

Sima Yuan naturally knew what he was thinking, but he couldn't help it.

After all, no one wants to put this matter on anyone.

I don't know how long it has been, the water splashed in the ink pool, and Sima Yuan got up with his feet.

Reaching out and scooping it up, the Danzhu is suspended in his hand.

He was about to swallow it, glancing at the inkwell.

Suddenly remembered that this product also took a dip in the pool and was stained with a lot of foot washing water?

He couldn't help but tumble in his belly, as if he was disgusting.

At this time, the spiritual light on the Danzhu flickered, as if it had the intention of taking the initiative to enter the abdomen.

Sima Yuan's color immediately changed, his face sank, and his embroidered robe flung upward.

The spirit instantly accumulated, and after a rumbling collision, the rain sprinkled down, pouring the Danzhu through.

Later, after seeing that Danzhu no longer smelled, his face softened slightly, and then he opened it and swallowed it, and then inhaled it into his abdomen.

After a fall, Danzhu landed again and was suspended in the Spirit Palace.

Then Sima Yuan raised his head, and his gaze fell on a peak in the northeast of Qingxiao Peak.