The vast land below, surrounded by a vast sea of clouds, Luo Yuan flew aimlessly.

He dispelled the emotion and sourness in his heart because of Guan Buzi. Because as a swordsman, too many emotional fluctuations will affect his alertness, judgment, and reaction. This is not advisable for a swordsman who is alone, only if he is cold again, Gujing Wubo is in line with the cold heart of the swordsman.

Standing in the sky, the sunset in the west mountain, thousands of miles in the sky, only the fire-like clouds floating, beautiful. Luo Yuan let out a long sigh and muttered to himself: "Monk cultivator, the Tao of Liuyunzi Ancestor is ethereal, the Tao of Leiyunzi Ancestor is Thunder Fire, the Tao of Guan Buzi's predecessor is divination, and my Dao is sword."

But compared to them, my word seems to be missing something. The two ancestors would rather die than retreat in order to protect the sect, and Guan Buzi's predecessors sacrificed their lives to help the world's righteousness. What can I do?"

Unconsciously, Luo Yuan's heart was a little low, and his strength was much inferior to that of his senior brother. It is even more different from the monks in the middle of the Yuan Infant such as the Old Ancestor, and there is also Guan Buzi, who is a half-step god, as if he is a legend.

Even they were so helpless, feeling sad, he was only in the middle of building a foundation, how could he be? Because of his talent, he was shackled to avenge the sect, which was a road full of corpses and a sea of blood. Because of Guan Buzi's hexagram, he took on the great task of saving Baichuan and helping the world to be righteous.

This has long exceeded his ability, is this really what he can withstand For a while, a feeling of helplessness, vulnerability, and loneliness filled Luo Yuan, and he took out the wine in the storage bag and took a sip of it. It seems that only the bitterness of the wine can stimulate him and make him forget these troubles, these heavy responsibilities.

"They still have people to protect them, but what about me? My parents are deceased, far away from home, and I know that the clouds are still there, but I can't go back, and I dare not go back. Ancestor, Master, Senior Brother, Senior Brother, whether it is still there, I can't go back to see it, hehe. Luo Yuan laughed at himself, a little emotional, a little helpless.

took out the Remnant Yang Sword, except for the jade pendant left by his mother, the only thing his father gave was this peerless divine weapon called Remnant Sun. It's just that the remnant sun is also old, it is a divine weapon in the mortal world, and in the cultivation realm, even ordinary magic weapons are still inferior.

Looking at the falling remnant sun, Luo Yuan seemed to understand the meaning of the name of the remnant sun swordsmanship. He opened his mouth and recited softly: "Sigh at the blue mang, and worry about the long sword suitable for the remnant sun." Hongchen has been desolate since ancient times, and he has been sad since ancient times. And song, and madness. If he hadn't experienced it, he might never have understood the helplessness and sadness in this swordsmanship.

But after the experience, it was so sour and helpless. "Singing and crazy, can I really be as open-minded as my father?" Luo Yuan asked himself softly, and the tall and majestic, sword-like figure of his father seemed to appear in front of him, but in the end, it still dissipated.

"My father made me an immortal when I was alive, but now after entering this road, I understand that the so-called immortal is simply out of reach. is Guan Buzi's predecessors, and they are all far away from the word immortal, let alone me. Perhaps, what my father hopes for is that I can live forever, worship in the immortal gate, and no longer be tormented by the worldly pain. Luo Yuan, who was staring at the remnant sun, thought a lot, and his fingers gently rubbed the remnant sun sword, as if he were treating a rare treasure.

In the middle of the night, he recited the sword, letting the remnant sun float beside him, and he was holding his hands behind his back, staring at the remnant sun that was about to fall completely.

"The Tao seems to be a simple Tao, as for caring for the common people and protecting the world, it is just attached to it later. My way, my way, now there is only rise, revenge. As for the ...... right now" Luo Yuan's eyes flickered, and a cold glint appeared in his eyes, and then he pulled out the remnant sun with lightning speed, and turned around to stab out with a sword.

"Bell", only to hear the sound of gold and stone intersecting, I looked along the remnant sun, but saw that the remnant sun sword was against a scimitar. And the owner of the scimitar is a bewitching woman who seems to be in her twenties.

He is gorgeously dressed, but he has a large area of snow-white skin that has not been hidden, and his eyes are full of charm in the autumn waves.

Luo Yuan fixed his eyes, and the woman in front of him had a crystal melon seed face, but the charm in her eyes was extremely strong, like a beautiful fox, bewitching the world.

Seeing that it was a woman, Luo Yuan couldn't help frowning and said, "Are you a human or a demon?"

The woman laughed skillfully, drew her knife and slashed again, and her eyes were even more flattering: "The slave family is a human or a demon, why don't Lang Jun come and guess?"

Luo Yuan was already impatient, although the other party said that the attack was tricky, but there was no killing intent. Immediately, Luo Yuan increased his strength, cultivated for operation, and shook it away: "I don't beat women, if you keep entanglement, die!"

The woman couldn't help but be shocked when she saw Luo Yuan's cultivation burst out, and then shook herself away with a sword. He is a cultivator in the late stage of foundation building, and Luo Yuan is only in the middle stage of foundation building, so he is not his opponent.

It's just that after hearing Luo Yuan's words, she stopped playing a little trick: "Hey, you said that you didn't beat women, why did you want to kill me again." Also, how cold you are, like a coffin, boring. ”

Luo Yuan frowned: "What I said was not to fight, not to say not to kill, you, do it yourself." After that, Luo Yuan turned around and fled, since the other party had no killing intent, he naturally didn't bother to pay attention. Shouldering a deep hatred in the sea of blood, Guan Buzi has high hopes, how can he be entangled with a woman who meets in Pingshui here.

The woman looked at Luo Yuan's distant figure and pouted: "It is a bit interesting to be able to easily force me back with the cultivation in the middle stage of foundation building, and even to be able to instantly use a sword to resist when I fall into the heart array." The place where he is going, the Demon Cultivation Sea?"

"Hey, coffin face, what are you doing to cultivate the Demon Sea?" Luo Yuan was flying away, when suddenly a familiar voice sounded in his ears. I didn't want to do more, but when I heard the word Cultivating Demon Sea, I suddenly took a look.

"This direction is going all the way, is it the Demon Cultivation Sea?" Luo Yuan looked at the woman and asked.

When the woman saw this, she raised her head high, revealing her snow-white neck, like a proud swan. Then he deliberately pouted: "I don't tell you, I want to know, you beg me." Perhaps this girl, as soon as she is happy, will be kind and tell you. ”

Luo Yuan looked at her and remembered someone in the Liuyun Sect. She is also so unreasonable, and she is so nonsense, the Qingfeng Senior Sister who doesn't know her life and death now. His eyes couldn't help but soften a little, but there was a bit of sadness that was difficult to hide.

Shaking his head, he sighed softly, the taste of loss was too painful, and he was already afraid of losing again. So, Luo Yuan threw up his sleeves, no longer paid attention to the woman, and fled away again.

"Strange why, when he looked at me, his eyes seemed to be full of sadness. His heart, at that moment, was also full of bitterness, what kind of person he was. Luo Yuan went away, only the woman, standing alone in the sea of clouds, looking at Luo Yuan's distant figure in a daze.

"Miss, it's time to go back, it's getting late, lest some people who don't open their eyes rush and get bad luck. An old voice came out slowly, ethereal and distant.