Uncle Zhao's face showed unprecedented exhaustion and desolation, and there was even deeper remorse, and he sighed, "Don't say it's you, why don't I say it's you, do you remember Xia Lian?"

"How can I not remember this, the two of you were childhood sweethearts back then, and you fell in love, I don't know how many others you envied. Sima Yanling said, suddenly looked at him, slightly surprised, "What? Do you really ,,, you regret it?"

Uncle Zhao let out a wry smile and said slowly, "Regret, I regret it all the time, but everything is irreparable, I have cultivated all my life, but in the end, I was also bound by this immortal way, so that I could not turn back." ”

He sighed and said calmly, "If there is a chance, if God gives me another hundred years, I will definitely give up the immortal path and compensate her well." After a lifetime of poverty, I realized that what I was pursuing was just a free body that knew each other, and what I was attached to should not be the so-called immortal path. ”

He Yinuo listened quietly on the side, and seemed to sigh faintly in a trance, but if you want to let go, how easy is it, the vicissitudes of the world, but you can't resist the glimmer of light in your heart.

Sima Yan stood up suddenly, looked up at the sky, an invisible momentum suddenly unfolded, and he let out a hearty laugh, which spread all over the world for a long time.

And his body slowly dissipated in laughter, as if the brilliance of a lifetime was only for the enlightenment of this night, leaving behind the impassioned voice.

"Cultivating the truth, stepping on the road to heaven, the fate is too late, there is no time, the love is deep, regret the beginning, the ridiculous sky is like an ant, for whom is crazy and who is sad. ”

The night breeze is gentle, as if there is no trace.

A hundred miles away, by a dark and remote pool, a figure emitted a pang of pain*, and he looked into the water, and by the moonlight, he saw his own terrifying and hideous face.

His whole body seemed to be trembling, obviously suffering from great pain, and after a while, a loud roar shook the four fields, and all within a radius of dozens of feet were razed to the ground, mixed with a painful roar "Death curse, death curse, lich, I don't share the sky with you!!"

At noon one day more than half a month later, in Riverside Village, He Yinuo and He Xueman were beside their grandmother's grave and helped add some soil to the grave.

At this moment, He Yinuo seemed to have made up his mind, and said to Xue Man, "Xue Man, I decided to go back to Mochizuki and visit Elder Duan Muri, I must find out what happened back then? If my father and mother were coerced by a traitor and made a big mistake, then I will not let him go!"

He Xueman looked at his brother, a trace of worry flashed on his face, "Brother, then let Xueman go with you, let Xueman be your eyes." ”

He Yinuo gently stroked Xue Man's cheeks and said with a smile, "No need, you just stay at home, I have asked Uncle Long and Uncle Zhao, they will take good care of you." Also, you don't have to worry about my eyes, the Phantom Moon will take me back, don't worry. I have time to come and talk to my grandmother. ”

He Xueman looked at his brother's slightly haggard face, his heart was sour, and he fell into his arms and choked.

He Yinuo patted her on the back, and he couldn't bear it for a while, but he understood that the road ahead still had to be walked after all.

The next day, He Yinuo flew in the direction of the Moon Gazetteer Sect, galloping in the air, and the phantom moon in front of him was slowly surrounding.

He exhaled a deep breath, although he was blind and could not see anything outside over the years, his hearing had become extremely sensitive in the past few years, and if there was the slightest wind and grass within a radius of a hundred feet, it could not escape his ears.

He flew for a few days, and there was a noisy sound of passers-by below, but on this day, this noise was mixed with a sharp roar that broke through the sky, obviously a cultivator was walking in the sky, but this speed made He Yinuo frown slightly, and this sound seemed to come from more than one place.

He Yinuo groaned slightly, his body turned sharply, followed the voice, and landed in a remote place after a while.

And on a grass hundred feet away from He Yinuo, there is a corpse lying at this moment, and the clothes on the corpse are a series of purgatory altars, and there are three people standing next to the corpse at this moment, and if He Yinuo can see it, he must know it.

"Look, my lord," said the Broken Arm Monkey, pointing to the corpse on the ground and facing the other two, "this was found yesterday by my men. ”

One of them exuded the cultivation of the peak of the Crossing Spirit, his face was hideous, and he snorted, "Broken arm monkey, this is just a dead disciple, what's the fuss." ”

Hearing this voice in He Yinuo's ears, an uncontrollable anger suddenly rose in his heart, the culprit of everything ten years ago was now only a hundred feet away from him, this person was the assassin of the Purgatory Altar, the seven-faced dragon.

He Yinuo clenched his fists hard, and a sinister aura gradually rose, and then the murderous intent spread.

The Broken Arm Monkey did not answer him, but walked to the corpse and removed the arm hidden in the grass, and under the grass and trees, three words appeared in front of everyone's eyes, [Mochizuki Sect].

A fine light flashed in the eyes of the seven-faced dragon, and he said in a sarcastic tone, "The Moon Moon Sect dares to kill the people in my sect, it is really a clown who hangs the beam, and he can't do anything about it. ”

There was a man beside him, a wild monk, who said, "My lord, should we go back and inform you?" ”

"Going back, where are you going?" Suddenly, while the three of them were concentrating, a person's voice came from the other side, and the voice was filled with a thick resentment and monstrous aura.

The next moment, He Yinuo's figure slowly appeared.

The three of them immediately became alert, but they had all been friends with He Yinuo, so they recognized them at a glance, and when they found out that he was the only one, they were all relieved.

The seven-faced dragon sneered, "Oh, I was blind, I didn't expect you to survive until now." I'm still looking for trouble with the Mochizuki Sect, since you want to die, then I will fulfill you today and make you the first person to accompany the funeral. ”

He Yinuo's face was not afraid, but pointed to the direction beside him, the faintly reddish pool of water, and said, "Can the three of you tell me what is the name of this pool of water?"

The three of them were stunned, and the seven-faced dragon continued to taunt, "Interesting, really interesting, this pool of water is a perennial reddened blood clotting pool, what?"

A strange smile appeared at the corner of He Yinuo's mouth, and he said lightly, "When you cross the Nai He Bridge, you will know where you died!"

The fierce light flashed in the eyes of the seven-faced dragon, and he said to the wild monk, "Wild monk, I'll leave it to you." ”

The wild monk didn't say much, and directly forced He Yinuo, but after all, he was the one who had fought with He Yinuo, at that time, this person was only in the early stage of spirit refining, and he could barely make a draw with the person who crossed his spirit, and now this person is obviously in the late stage of spirit refining, if he fights again, I am afraid that the outcome will be unpredictable.

So he directly summoned the wolf-like monster and turned the Zen staff in his hand into a monstrous and vigorously attacked He Yinuo.

He Yinuo watched the changes with his ears, sacrificed the phantom moon, and formed a three-zhang Dao forbidden land around it, and the wolf demon conjured up many doppelgangers, but he was not allowed to take half a step inward, and the wild monk was also unable to move an inch outside the forbidden land.

He Yinuo suddenly showed a strange smile on his face, but this smile seemed to the wild monk to be inward, and there was a chill all over his body.

The next moment, the wild monk wanted to withdraw his cultivation power, and he didn't want to be so deadlocked, but when he was changing his mind, it was already too late.

He Yinuo's figure passed straight through the body of the wild monk like a ghost, like an invisible blade, the wild monk's eyes were frightened and unbelievable, and then in a miserable scream, his body was swallowed by the power of the Dao, wild monk, extinguish!

The light gradually dissipated, and the seven-faced dragon's eyes were also full of surprise, and there was even a faint fear in it, but then it was replaced by a fierce light. Suddenly, he struck He Yinuo with all his might.

The wind is howling, and the grass and trees are all soldiers. He had been waiting for this moment for too long, too long!

He Yinuo didn't turn around, he clenched his fists.

The next moment, when the seven-sided dragon was only ten zhang away from He Yinuo, suddenly its body could no longer move forward, as if it was restrained by a force, and at this moment, above the head of the seven-faced dragon, it slowly transformed into a huge galaxy totem, and its upper bucket turned and the stars moved, the mountains and rivers drifted, and they rotated, slowly pressing down.

This is a type of Taoist supernatural power, Xuansha, and the art of sealing the sky!

This technique was used when releasing the thunder from the sky to rescue the three of them and fighting with the wild monks. At that time, Fang Tianlei was already in the early stage of the Soul Crossing Spirit.

However, at this moment, He Yinuo, who was cultivating only in the Spirit Refining Realm, performed this technique, but its power was many times greater than that of Fang Tianlei.

The seven-faced dragon was trapped in it, unable to move its whole body, and for the first time it showed a frightened look on its face.

He Yinuo recalled the phantom moon, but at this moment, there was a sudden trance in the depths of his heart, like a movement in his chest, and like the impact of the fluctuation of the blood pool on him.