"Huh, it was so thrilling just now!" Bai Xiuxiu breathed a long sigh of relief, the wind outside blew away the cold sweat on her forehead, and she only felt comfortable, "Senior Brother Xuanyuan is too powerful." ”

"Not really!" the fish chimed in, patting his little chest.

When the crack was opened, the Chuyang Sword in his arms happily wanted to drag him out and fly out, if it wasn't for Senior Brother Shuiyang noticing and pulling him, it is estimated that he would have also fallen out with that gap.

Sure enough, the Solar Stone was extremely attractive to the First Sun Sword.

And Li Xuanyuan, as a person who has personally faced the heat wave, still insists on maintaining his high-cold facial paralysis character. In one hand, he held the Solar Stone wrapped in suspended ink, and the original radiant stone was no different from an ordinary stone on the ground at this time.

Ink Yang noticed that Li Xuanyuan's other hand hidden in his sleeve was still trembling slightly.

No matter how calm a person is, in the face of such a situation, the body will honestly produce a scared reaction than the brain.

I don't know if it's his illusion, but I always feel that Senior Brother Xuanyuan's mountain and river jade broken sword has a few more cracks......

"Thanks to Senior Brother Mo's help. Li Xuanyuan's thin lips pursed slightly, and a pair of inky black pupils were full of affirmation.

Li Xuanyuan is actually quite similar to Li Guichen, both are honest people.

In fact, Ink Yang didn't help much, he just protected Li Xuanyuan from being injured by the sun wind when he was swinging his sword wholeheartedly.

"Ahem. As soon as the ink masculine was about to refuse the credit, he was polite, and a fishy sweetness welled up in his throat, and he coughed up blood.

I saw that his little face was miserable and white, only the corners of his lips were soaked red with blood, which was really pitiful.

Sure enough, it was still a little reluctant......

"Senior brother, are you okay?" everyone hurriedly stepped forward to surround him, all worried.

No way...... It's hard to do good deeds without leaving a name.

A satisfied smile tugged at the corner of Ink Yang's mouth, and he fainted for the time being.

He didn't sleep long, the road was uncomfortable, and when he woke up, he found himself on the back of the fish spirit machine, and he was just about to complain that the back of the fish spirit machine was not thick enough. But I caught a glimpse of a shocking scene.

It is the settlement of the chestnut tribe.

The scene in front of him only made everyone feel stuffy in their chests and speechless.

The corners of the walls were littered with corpses, the sand was stained dark red with scattered bloodstains, and the doors of many houses were wide open, apparently a bad attack.

"You're back!" Harish, who was hiding in the corner, saw Ink Yang and the others, beckoned to them, and whispered, "Come here." ”

"What's going on?" asked Li Xuanyuan, a worried look at the blood on Harish's head.

"We were attacked by another migratory tribe. Harish said as he hugged his brother, the child in his arms seemed to be well protected by his brother and was not frightened in any way.

The little guy saw Li Xuanyuan grinning, and then he found that the child had two baby teeth. I saw his swarthy little chubby hand waving, trying to touch the sword in Li Xuanyuan's hand.

"That's normal, don't worry. Harish pressed his brother's restless beckoning hand, wiped the blood from his face, and smiled, "This is someone else's blood, I just pretended to be dead and smeared it." ”

...... Normal?

"Tribal fighting is common, and most people hide early, so that a few people can't die in a single attack. Harish said lightly, he seemed to be used to seeing death.

"When you enter the city to the north, you'll be safe. Harish felt the pity of the Kunlun people, and he unconsciously straightened his spine and said firmly. A pair of black and white eyes seem to completely separate the black and white of reality.

The entire chestnut tribe was looking forward to this.

They are convinced that they can escape poverty and helplessness by entering the cities of the north.

Because they can't change the sun, they choose to keep moving away.

In the midst of daily suffering, one can only be strong.

Ink Yang turned his head, looked at the sunset sun in the sky, and sighed lightly, this secret realm seems to be true or false, but the lives of this group of people are real.

......

"Don't worry about it so much, what happened to them inside?" Ling Xiao looked at Kong Fan and Yun Xingzhou, and raised his eyebrows a little impatiently, standing in the middle of the two of them.

Yun Xingzhou closed his eyes to perceive, but his brows were tightly locked, and he said, "I seem to have lost contact with the secret realm. ”

"What?" Ling Xiao's forehead jumped, "What kind of waste dim sum are you? I have several disciples to get you in, and now you have lost contact?"

When Ling Xiao was furious, he clenched his fists, and was about to raise his hand to beat someone, when he suddenly keenly felt a black spiritual power seeping out of his forehead.

Her eyes flashed slightly, and she resisted the urge to hit someone.

I don't know why, she firmly believes that if this punch goes down, Yun Xingzhou will either die or be disabled.

"You ......" Yun Xingzhou had just clearly felt the killing intent of Ling Xiao Sword Spirit, but this killing intent came in a hurry, and it stopped lightly, landing without a trace.

Kongfan clenched the Buddhist beads in his hand and silently recited a meditation mantra in his heart.

I saw that the monk's eyes were closed, a drop of fine sweat slipped from the tip of his handsome nose, and his whole face was as white as jade, and his treasure was solemn.

Kong Fan sensed the changes in Ling Xiao's body just now, and the black spiritual power and the white Zen he cultivated almost collided, and the two felt each other for the first time.

Really...... The catastrophe is coming.

Amitabha.

"Don't worry, I'm afraid that the Xuanyuan Sword Spirit has woken up. After a while, the monk opened his eyes, revealing a pair of stunning glass eyes, and sighed, "Going around and around, it has long been doomed." ”

"......" Ling Xiao suddenly wanted to lift the monk's Heavenly Spirit Cover to see what was inside.

She has a good temperament and a gentle temperament, and she loves to be ashamed of the little scholar, how could she be raised by Xi Rulai to look like such a bear?

The Buddha and the Taoist both love to play haha, which is no different from the blind master in the mortal world who holds a flag and shouts fortune-telling.

"Is there any way to get in?" Ling Xiao took a deep breath, she was now worried about Ink Yang them.

The awakening of the Xuanyuan Sword Spirit is far more terrifying than the secret realm arranged by Yun Xingzhou.

Because this sword spirit is not only a spirit in the sword, but also a ghost who has been dead for thousands of years.

"It's okay, Killua is a good boy......" Yun Xingzhou's voice suddenly lowered.

The kid was beside Yunjing, and he didn't look bad.

"You want him to fuse with the Solar Stone again, do you think that according to the sword-forging process you said, normal people would be willing to do it again?" Ling Xiao asked rhetorically, his fists clenched, his bones slightly white.

......

She acknowledges Yun Xingzhou's sword-forging process.

Because there is some pain, it is deep in the soul, and it is impossible to forget it for thousands of years.

But...... Bai Shanyue is a good person.

Therefore, she stubbornly refused to admit it.

If the monk of the Xuanyuan Sword Spirit appeared in front of her, would she choose reincarnation?

Ling Xiao suddenly remembered the wedding dress girl in the dream, such a vivid person, far braver than himself. Her husband ran away from marriage, and she turned over and chased thousands of miles away, just for an explanation.

But she, as Bai Shanyue's natal sword spirit, watched Bai Shanyue die in front of her in the sealing battle thousands of years ago, but she didn't help at all.

He allowed himself to live.

He even severed the blood contract with Ling Xiao's sword, trapping Ling Xiao in a forbidden place.

For this remorse engraved in the bone marrow, her soul was tortured for thousands of years.

The sword mound sits dry, the demon stream slaughters, the sun and the moon rotate, generation after generation of new Kunlun disciples, none of them are like him.

Bai Shanyue is dead, and her soul is gone.