The aftermath was shocking, and the qi veins of the two people were deeply affected, and the qi was chaotic like catkins.

Duan Fuchen spit out a mouthful of blood in the water, and his whole person seemed to be surrounded by a cloud of blood mist.

The two of them could have been able to hold on to the water for a while, but after this period of tossing, the qi in the two of them turned into a mess, and they were dying with their last breath before they died.

The blood mist that shrouded Duan Fuchen gradually dissipated, and Duan Fuchen's face turned from white to purple and from purple to iron blue, but he still didn't see the Yellow River, and he went downstream.

Bai Yun's heart is as clear as a mirror, and his eyes can see clearly, there is no one under the water at all, it is empty, there is no need to think that all this cave is doing tricks.

Duan Fuchen suddenly twitched, and after choking on several saliva in his nasal cavity, his limbs were as soft as a brocade, drifting with the flow.

Bai Yun's heart sank, and he looked up at the top of the pagoda, this may be the only chance to escape, and there is not much qi left in his body.

After a period of fierce struggle, Duan Fuchen gradually stopped moving, and without thinking about it, Bai Yun gritted his teeth with his instincts, like a loach entering the pond and drilling to the bottom of the water.

When people are in the water, they can obviously feel that the resistance in the water is soaring, but Bai Yun is still in a state of mind, grabbing Duan Fuchen's arm with one hand and going upstream, but the resistance of the water and the weight of Duan Fuchen make all Bai Yun's efforts in vain, and the situation has even fallen into an irreparable point, because Bai Yun refused to give up Duan Fuchen, the two kept sinking to the bottom of the water.

Bai Yun used his last breath, but he would rather die than let go of the hand that grabbed Duan Fuchen, he knew that if he let go at this time, not only would Duan Fuchen have no chance of surviving, but the gray-clothed old monk under the Yellow Spring would not be happy. Buddhism has a saying that to be good is to be good, but what is goodness? Although he cannot understand the profound meaning of the subtlety, he knows that never giving up must be one of the great goodness.

The torrent overhead is like thousands of acres of yellow sand, silently burying the two people, and strangling the two invisible, at this moment Baiyun can really feel, why people want to go to the earth after death to sleep in the ground, there are no distractions and no noise, just as life comes in a hurry in the world, and there are no waves and no ripples.

It is said that people will see the most unforgettable things in their lives when they are about to die, Bai Yun will never give up on Duan Fuchen, but he himself has to give up on himself, the torrent is like a cold and piercing sharp knife poured into his nose, he is like a piece of wood without a little sense, he tries to struggle, but everything is so pale and powerless, thinking back to the battle on the outskirts of Xiangyang, that was the first time he really felt what death was, without fear, Without obsession, he can even desperately beg for death, because he can meet the gray-clothed monk on the Huangquan Road, and he doesn't have to wander and suffer in this world.

A splendid sachet broke free from its restraints and floated slowly with the torrent, levitating in front of the young man's eyes.

The boy tried to grab the sachet, but no matter how hard he tried, it was to no avail, an unprecedented fear rushed straight to his heart, in this moment he was afraid, he was afraid that he would die like this, he was afraid that he would never see the woman in white again, he raised his hand with faith, grabbed the sachet with the peace flower, and she said, 'You must be safe'.

Countless motes of dust rose from the bottom of the water, and a familiar voice was there

Spread out in the torrent.

"Don't be afraid, don't look up. ”

The swift torrent that buried everything faded in an instant, and the two people who were numb in their senses fell straight to the ground from the mid-air of the pagoda.

At the moment when the two of them fell to the ground, a huge air flow exploded like a wave.

When the two of them opened their eyes again, they were standing in a hollow cave in the center, with stars overflowing overhead, floating and sinking, and at the edge of the cave there was a long dragon-like vermilion lacquered wooden ladder that swayed upward, leading to the vast sea of stars.

The two said in unison: "Dream?"

It turned out that everything in Shicai was a dream mirage opened up by the demon king, and now the scene in front of him is the true face of this demon cave, and all illusions come from the vast sea of stars overhead.

"Master!" Duan Fuchen cried with joy, and under the vast stars, a thin figure sat cross-legged, and a finely embossed sheep's head guqin lay flat on his knees.

"Master Xiao?" Bai Yun looked happy.

At a fixed glance, the thin back was stiff like a stone sculpture, and when the stars above the head flowed, there was a humanoid stone sculpture sitting opposite the head of Xiao, showing the 'real body'.

Approaching a little, the stone carving is so heroic and martial, it is a handsome son who will be ashamed of himself if anyone sees it.

After taking a closer look, the two were deeply stunned, the appearance of this stone sculpture was the man who had gone through seven lifetimes of tribulation on the previous mural, and he was also the owner of this demon cave.

Duan Fuchen pounced on the thin figure, but a barrier built by countless stars blocked his thoughts of moving forward.

Duan Fuchen was stunned, pulled out the rusty long sword, and slashed towards the star barrier one by one.

Bai Yun caught up with his hind feet, and the Shen Tu River came out like a dragon, wanting to work with Duan Fuchen to break through this obstacle.

"Don't waste your energy. The thin back said flatly, but there was an indescribable tiredness.

"Master, don't be in a hurry, the disciples will immediately break through this barrier and help you get out of this demon cave. Duan Fuchen's forehead was sweating.

"What are you doing here?" said in a scolding tone, "Do you know that you almost died in the dream of that demon king just now?"

Seeing that the two of them did not listen to the dissuasion, the head of Xiao said solemnly: "Duan Fuchen, the senior disciple of the Qingxuan Sword Sect, listens to the order. ”

Duan Fuchen poured all his strength into each sword, and only then did he cut out dozens of swords, and the blood cocoon had already been ground out in his hand, when he heard the six words 'Qingxuan Sword Sect Great Disciple' come out of the mouth of that thin figure, the whole person suddenly lost that spiritual energy, and fell to the ground like a ball of mud: "Disciple Duan Fuchen is here." ”

Xiao Da's voice was like a bell: "Stop." ”

Duan Fuchen buried his head on the ground, trembling all over, and sobbing incessantly.

By the light of the stars, the two of them could clearly see that the thin figure was reduced to a hard stone sculpture below the waist.

"The demon king laid a dream mirage here, so that the people who tried to break into this buried place were 'stillborn', and felt the pain he had suffered, and the mural you saw was his seven lives and seven lives, and it was also the catastrophe he experienced before he became a demon, but fortunately, Bai Yun Shaoxia's will was tenacious enough, so that this dream showed a flaw, and he was a teacher

Only then will I have the opportunity to intervene in the dream realm to help you save the day. Xiao Da's tone was a little heavier: "It's you Duan Fuchen, as a big disciple of the dignified Qingxuan Sword Sect, acting recklessly and recklessly, and being uncertain, so that the demon king has a chance, if you don't make a move as a teacher, you will have to die here today, and you almost affected Bai Yun Shaoxia because of this, and the vertical son can't be taught, and can't be taught." ”

Duan Fuchen choked up and said, "Master taught that disciples are useless and do not become a climate. ”

Bai Yun bowed to Master Xiao, and excused Duan Fuchen: "Please don't be angry, Duan Fuchen is also worried about your safety, so he lost his mind for a while." ”

Xiao Da Boss didn't look back from beginning to end, or maybe because he couldn't turn back at all, he sighed and said seriously: "That's it, if you don't have a climate, you are also my Xiao Qinghuai's only disciple, and besides, this is just the master's angry words, if you don't have a climate, it's a slap in the face, get up." ”

Duan Fuchen staggered to his feet, crying into tears, he understood the situation in front of him.

Bai Yun frowned and said solemnly: "Master Xiao, now that Qingxuan Mountain is on the ground, the Tianlong will seal the mountain and enclose the cage without leaking, if you have obtained the Qingxuan Demon Crystal, please leave the demon cave here quickly and sit at the mountain gate." ”

The head of Xiao snorted, and said solemnly: "Duan Fuchen, the senior disciple of the Qingxuan Sword Sect, listened to the order and took out the order of the master. ”

Duan Fuchen held up the order of the head of the house, and his eyes were swollen.

Xiao Da Zhangmen turned his back to the two of them and bowed slightly, and the whole action was extremely difficult: "The heads of the Qingxuan Sword Sect are above, the Qingxuan Mountain Gate is below, Xiao Qinghuai, the eleventh head of the Qingxuan Sword Sect, is willing to exchange his life for the reincarnation of the Qingxuan Demon King, from now on, the Qingxuan Mountain Meteorological Universiade will be shouldered by me Xiao Qinghuai, and the Qingxuan Mountain Ghost Gate Pass will also be guarded by me Xiao Qinghuai alone, vowing to coexist with Qingxuan Mountain and live and die, from now on Duan Fuchen will take over as the twelfth head of the Qingxuan Sword Sect, and there shall be no objections!"

A heavenly thunder fell from the starry sky, it was a real heavenly thunder, and this piece of heaven and earth was shattered into countless pieces.

A dazzling light shot down from the sky, bordering heaven and earth, and a cyan spirit stone the size of a pebble slowly landed in front of Duan Fuchen.

Xiao Da Boss raised one hand with all his might, pinched out two fingers and pointed to the shattered sky above his head: "Duan'er, after you go out, you must support the stormy Qingxuan Mountain, the Muru Temple will accumulate a bane for the Qingxuan Sword Sect, and the Qingxuan Sword Sect's atmospheric luck will never be polluted again." ”

"But the Qingxuan Sword is still in the hands of the Heavenly Dragon Society, if you don't find Qingshan back, there will never be a day when you will see the clouds. Duan Fuchen clenched his fists and said.

"Isn't the real Qingxuan Sword in your hands?" said Xiao Dazhang calmly.

"I understand. Duan Fuchen didn't have much surprise on his face, he took a deep breath and tried his best to calm his emotions, knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times: "Master, don't leave it here." ”

Xiao Da's hand was raised high to the sky, as if supporting this crumbling heaven and earth, and he smiled calmly: "If you think of Master, then bring two jars of good wine, and take that 'mandrill' guqin to play a song under that giant tree." ”

Master Xiao said to Bai Yun again: "Young Baiyun, thank you for everything you have done for the Qingxuan Sword Sect, you are a fearless appearance that is unique in ten thousand, no matter what happens in the future, you must not lose that pure heart." ”