"Heavenly !!"

Sikong Hao muttered silently, a sense of powerlessness surged into his heart like a tide, he had never felt so helpless at that moment, he was like a speck of dust in the vast universe, small, humble, helpless...

As the word Heavenly Dao blurted out, it was as if the entire sky was covered by the sky, and his whole body was squeezed by an extremely terrifying force, and his eyes, nerves, and soul ocean were all rapidly spasmodic and trembling, as if his entire body was on the verge of collapse.

Heaven is unkind, and it is not a rumor to use all things as dogs.

"Remember, no matter when, don't talk about it, if it's not that the Sword Sect has a powerful formation enchantment, you and I will definitely be punished by unimaginable heavenly punishment!" Ye Chaoyang's pupils shrank suddenly, and his voice was cold: "Even if it hasn't woken up yet!"

Sikong Haoran swallowed his saliva, gathered his mind, and bowed slightly: "Master, your injury is fine, right?"

"After a few days of retreat, it's all right. When Ye Chaoyang said this, the corners of his eyes twitched slightly.

Cloud Shadow Peak is one of the bases of the Five Elements Formation, and with the help of the Golden Spirit, it would not have been traumatized, but when the ink crow tore through the Void Enchantment, and Jian Chen and the others sent a killing blow, the Void Turbulence was riotous, the space was shocked, and it was slightly counterattacked.

Then he looked at Sikong Haoran and continued to speak: "I have already seen Elder Taishang Jun Yue and Murong Yingxue. ”

After leaving the customs, Gu Yulin had already told him exactly what had happened during this time, and the information of Cloud Shadow Peak not only included the five domains and thirteen states, but what happened in the inner and outer gates of the Sword Sect could not escape the eyes of light and darkness.

"Well, I've seen it before," Sikong Haoran's eyes gradually became cold, and the anger lingering in the depths of his heart and soul was fierce and restless: "I have found the secret of the Soul Refining Ding on the sixth layer of the Sword Pavilion, master, is there no other way to avoid this catastrophe?"

It's not that he doesn't dare to face Murong Yingxue, but he is afraid of the Supreme Elder Junyue, and he always feels that this matter is by no means as simple as he knows on the surface!

"From the time you got the soul duel on the third floor of the Sword Pavilion, I already knew that you couldn't escape this fate, and the reason why I didn't tell you in advance was because I didn't want you to be burdened," Ye Chaoyang sighed deeply, slowly stood up, walked to the attic window, and said with his back to Sikong Haoran: "More than three hundred years have passed, and I didn't expect that the mistakes of the year would be repeated again." ”

"Other ways? Maybe only the Supreme Elder Jun Yue, who cultivates the Soul Decision, can get a glimpse of one or two," a heavy snort sounded, and the corners of Ye Chaoyang's mouth skimmed out a touch of hideousness, and his voice couldn't help but chill a few points: "He may be more anxious than you!"

The catastrophe of the Sword Sect, the sharpness of the Void Killing Array, the destruction of the Sword Sect, and the murderous name of the Night Hades once again appeared in everyone's sight and soul in a domineering way. The stronger the strength, the more you can feel its ruthlessness and ferocity, and the jealousy and scruples in LaCrosse's heart are much deeper than anyone else's.

Yun Yingfeng finally appeared a "peerless demon", how could Ye Chaoyang let it be abolished or fall, besides, Sikong Haoran's body had an evil blade mirage and the ninth sword tablet, if Jun Yue didn't come up with the best of both worlds, he could expect that Murong Yingxue's fate would be as miserable as the woman back then.

Sikong Haoran could hear what the master was referring to, and it was exactly the same as he guessed, but... No matter how strong the force behind it is, if you don't have the strength, if you lose this force one day, then the hidden evil will awaken and stretch out the sharpest bloodthirsty fangs to yourself.

Fate is never fair!

Life is not about waiting for the storm to subside, but learning how to dance in shackles in the storm.

Sikong Haoran stood up, walked behind Ye Chaoyang, leaned over and said, "Master, I want to leave the Sword Sect!"

Without the slightest hesitation, there was no hesitation, there was no hesitation, his current strength was the primary level of the Sword Emperor, but it was far from enough, he needed strength, he needed the baptism of swords and swords, the sharpening of blood and death.

"You want to leave?" Ye Chaoyang seemed to not believe what he heard, and quickly turned around: "Do you know what kind of dangerous situation you will face once you step out of the Sword Sect!"

"All the forces in the Five Domains and Thirteen States have been expelled from the Sword Sect Realm, but there are countless eyeliners hovering around Canglan, from demonic beasts to mortals and birds who can't cultivate. ”

"The news of your departure is known to other forces, and the inheritance and secrets of the Ancient Killing Domain in your body will make everyone rush to it, and what will be greeted will be an endless pursuit and killing, and at that time, the master will not be able to make a move!"

Sikong Haoran's eyes were attached to a thin haze, and in the more than a year since he came to the Sword Sect, he had not been punished for the troubles he had caused.

The consequences of Yan Luoxiao's laughter, the evil blade mirage that cut off and devoured the Natal Sword Spirit of the Supreme Elder Wen Yu, the pressure and punishment caused by the sword slashing Danhong and slashing Yang Qing's left arm, the public opinion guidance after the announcement of the Dark Night Heir, and perhaps secretly doing things that he thought were secret...

All of these may have been forcibly suppressed and coordinated by him behind his back, just because of the forces behind Sikong Haoran? Not really!!

"Master, I know all this, in the Sword Sect, I can get your protection and devote myself to cultivation," Sikong Haoran took a deep breath, the haze in his eyes gradually evaporated, and continued: "I don't want to stand behind you forever, and I don't want the people I care about to be harmed. ”

"I need strength, I need a wider world, and one day, when faced with a powerful enemy, I can stand up calmly and sweep away all obstacles for you!"

Sharp edges erupted from his body, and the third-floor attic enchantment seemed to be unable to withstand this overwhelming power, struggling and shaking violently.

Sikong Haoran is very stubborn, calm in heart, and has a mind that ordinary people at this age cannot reach, but he is a fifteen-year-old boy after all, hot-blooded, impulsive, and the things that are identified, eighteen cows can't pull it back.

Hearing these words, Ye Chaoyang was very pleased, was silent for a while, shook his head and said, "You have powerful means in your body, but it also restricts you at all times, and it is beyond your control now. ”

"If you want to leave because of Elder Junyue, there is no need at all, as long as you are in the Sword Sect, as long as you are here, he will not do anything to hurt you!"

It can be imagined how much pressure Sikong Haoran is facing now, even if he doesn't want to admit it, Ye Chaoyang can still see a thing or two from his expression.

"Soul refining is one of the reasons, this matter is fate, then it can't be avoided, I want to have more hope of winning before the catastrophe comes. Sikong Haoran's eyes were cold, he took a step forward, and stood beside his master, his head was level with Ye Chaoyang's right shoulder: "Master, don't worry, I cherish my life, with the sword technique you taught, I will run if I can't beat it, and I won't do anything irrational until I fulfill my wish." ”

"No... Isn't it time to leave?"

"No... Now is the best time," Ye Chaoyang hadn't finished speaking, Sikong Haoran interrupted his master's words very rudely, and then said: "The soul duel has now broken through the third level, and there is a secret method that can disguise and change one's own aura, plus the soul realm of the pseudo-heaven realm, as long as I don't deliberately release it, it is difficult for anyone to detect it." ”

The mind moves with the heart, and the secret method of soul determination is unfolded.

Ye Chaoyang felt that Sikong Haoran's body had undergone earth-shaking changes, his soul aura, his strength realm were completely different from before, and even his appearance had undergone subtle changes.

If it weren't for the fact that the two of them hadn't moved, Ye Chaoyang would have thought that it was not Sikong Haoran standing beside him, but an irrelevant stranger.

"I have lived in seclusion with my grandfather in Tieling in the Western Regions for ten years, and he has given me a lot of life-saving means, and the changes in appearance, breath, and voice are one of them, and the special soul determination is even more perfect. The voice was deep, with a hint of sickly paleness in his arrogant demeanor, quite a kind of overindulgent appearance of a family disciple, and he took one hand behind him: "Master, you... Now rest assured!"

Ye Chaoyang nodded, then shook his head again, turned around and looked at the sky dyed red by the morning glow, and did not speak again.

The wind blew gently, taking away a little sorrow, the fiery clouds on the horizon seemed to rise with raging flames, burning all the boredom, and the occasional flying birds, the crisp chirping, soothed the lingering sorrow in the soul.

Sikong Haoran retracted the breath of his whole body, returned to his original appearance, and saw that the master did not speak, nor did he make a sound to break the silence, and cast his eyes into the distance, quietly admiring the afterglow of the sunset.

I don't know how long later, a blurred moon shadow appeared in the sight of the two.

"Eagle fighters, need to soar in the heavens and the earth! The world where the sky is full of pride, the rivers and lakes of swords and swords, there is indeed the most suitable place for training. ”

"At the same time, you will face countless dangers, hearts, calculations, assassinations... Manpower is sometimes poor, remember, you have to protect yourself. ”

Ye Chaoyang slowly turned his head and said again: "One day, if you feel tired, or when you can't bear it, you will come back to Yunying Peak, with the master here, no one can hurt you." ”

Sikong Haoran's chest rose and fell, his fists under the green shirt were clenched, his eyes were hazy again, his snort was more swallowed, his lips were pursed, and he nodded heavily.

He didn't make a sound, but he was better than countless words of thanks, when he came to the Sword Sect, his heart was cold, his heart was closed, and his heart was firm.

With the master who cares about him, the senior brothers and sisters, and the steaming millet porridge, warm, caring, and caring... Cloud Shadow Peak seemed to have become his second home, a second harbor for his soul to rest, a quiet place where he could completely unload his mental defenses.

The reason why Ye Chaoyang agreed to Sikong Haoran's request, in addition to the insistence in his words, saw the shadow of his own high-spirited many years ago in him, and there was another very important reason, that is, he believed that there would be arrangements for killing the emperor.

"Three days later, I will send you away from the Sword Sect, during this time, you have cultivated and comprehended well, and if you need anything, come to me and your senior brother. Ye Chaoyang patted Sikong Haoran's shoulder, looked at the young man in front of him seriously, and then said with a smile: "Go ahead." ”

Sikong Haoran leaned over respectfully and walked towards the door of the attic.

Ye Chaoyang looked at the figure that disappeared from sight, his expression gradually became cold, he needed to make some arrangements and arrangements, Sikong Haoran was not only the heir of the Emperor Lichuan, but also his apprentice Ye Chaoyang.

A milky white soul jade appeared between his fingers, rubbing the familiar lines on it, it had already been used once during the catastrophe of the Sword Sect, and it was the only time, this soul jade was given to him when the Emperor Lethe Chuan sent Sikong Haoran to the Sword Sect, and a soul thought immediately disappeared into it.

Click!

The fine crack pierced through the entire soul jade in an instant, and then turned into the most ordinary stone in Ye Chaoyang's palm.

There was no surprise, and there was no reluctance, between the palm of his hand, the stone disappeared, and another soul jade was held in the palm of his hand, looking up at the starry sky, the darkness in his pupils was deep and dangerous.

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