Chu Xiaoyun frowned: "I can't go further?"

"You don't know?" Zheng Xifeng shook his head and said: "A person like you who has been deeply traumatized, with subtle changes in his spirit, is already different from ordinary people, and some realms can no longer be comprehended. ”

Chu Xiaoyun looked at Song Yunge.

Song Yunge nodded slowly: "I seem to have heard of it." ”

Zheng Xifeng said: "So, little girl, you are a waste person in Tianyue Mountain, and you have no future." ”

Song Yunge smiled and said, "This is exaggerated, right? Many senior brothers and sisters can also come out and continue to move up." ”

"How much effort and spirit does it take?" Zheng Xifeng said disdainfully: "If you turn to our infatuated path, it will definitely advance by leaps and bounds, and it will be easy to enter the Sword Marquis!"

He looked at Chu Xiaoyun: "Think about it, do you want to be a wasted person or a sword marquis?"

Chu Xiaoyun was silent.

Her heart is like ashes now, she really doesn't care about anything, and it doesn't matter if she is martial arts or not.

Anyway, after killing Na Jiao Dongcheng, I'm afraid I won't be able to go down the mountain again, what does it matter if I stay on the mountain?

"Who is your enemy?" Zheng Xifeng looked at Chu Xiaoyun.

Chu Xiaoyun said: "I have already killed me!"

"Revenge?" Zheng Xifeng shook his head: "Then what's not happy, you should be happy when you kill the enemy." ”

Chu Xiaoyun was too lazy to say.

Zheng Xifeng said: "Do you want to resurrect your lover?"

Chu Xiaoyun was stunned.

Zheng Xifeng said with a smile: "Do you know that our hatred of the sea and the heavenly gods have practiced to the extreme, and we can perform a resurrection, right?"

Chu Xiaoyun was skeptical.

Zheng Xifeng shook his head: "You can go and inquire." ”

"Can you really practice to this point?" Chu Xiaoyun said in a deep voice: "Can you really be resurrected?"

Song Yunge smiled: "How is it possible, the soul has returned to heaven and earth, how can it be resurrected again?"

"That's how shallow you are. Zheng Xifeng snorted lightly: "Hating the sea is far from the heavenly god to the extreme, heaven and earth are all-encompassing, what's the big deal about resurrection?"

"People cannot be resurrected after death, this is the law of heaven and earth. ”

"Hating the sea and leaving the heavenly gods can be changed!"

"Have you ever practiced this far?"

"Yes!" Zheng Xifeng said in a deep voice: "The Dao Master of the previous generation has practiced to this point and resurrected his lover, who is the Dao Master of our generation. ”

"Dao Master......" Song Yunge shook his head: "What kind of qualifications do you need, it is impossible for ordinary people to do it." ”

Then it depends on your own determination, but also on chance, and more importantly, on the degree of infatuation with your lover. Zheng Xifeng said lightly: "The more infatuated, the faster you cultivate, the greater your determination, and the faster you cultivate, but it's a pity that it's ......."

He shook his head.

"What is a pity?" Chu Xiaoyun said.

"Alas......" Zheng Xifeng sighed: "It's a pity that human nature is indifferent, no matter how hard the feelings are, they will eventually be consumed by time, and now you are in pain, but a year has passed, and you are already thinking about what to eat for the next meal and what clothes to wear tomorrow are more beautiful." ”

Chu Xiaoyun frowned.

Song Yunge felt that Zheng Xifeng's words made sense and was very convincing, but unfortunately it was a fascination after all, and it was a demon gate.

He turned his head to look at Chu Xiaoyun: "Senior sister, let's go?"

Chu Xiaoyun bowed his head.

"Hehe......" Zheng Xifeng laughed: "Take advantage of your discouragement, easy to get started, take advantage of your deep love, practice for thousands of miles a day, it is the most suitable time for you to cultivate the Heavenly Skill of Hatred of the Sea, it is possible to practice to perfection in just one year, resurrect your lover, miss this time, the pain is not so deep, you want to enter the path of love!"

Chu Xiaoyun's footsteps hesitated.

The face under the white veil was full of struggle and hesitation.

If it weren't for the deep-rooted devotion to Tianyue Mountain, she would have decided to devote herself to the Dao of Fascination at this time.

A thought kept flashing in my mind: at least there was a hope of resurrecting Senior Brother Sun!

Song Yunge sighed: "Senior sister, think about it, even if you can resurrect Senior Brother Sun, can he calmly accept you to throw yourself into the demon gate and resurrect himself? Maybe he will commit suicide directly!"

Chu Xiaoyun's face changed slightly.

Senior Brother Sun is really capable of this kind of thing.

"Suicide or not, that's his freedom, whether you save him or not, that's your freedom. Zheng Xifeng said: "Besides, it's good to see each other again and listen to him say a few words." ”

Chu Xiaoyun's face changed slightly.

This sentence spoke to the bottom of her heart.

The most painful thing for her is that she failed to tell Sun Tiantong that she likes him.

There is no chance now.

If he lives again, he has to say this and tell him that he likes him, not that he is unrequited in love with himself.

Song Yunge said: "Senior Zheng has already told countless women this, right? Let them obediently join the door of the infatuated Dao." ”

"Why do you think everyone is qualified to enter our infatuation?" Zheng Xifeng snorted lightly: "I saw that this little girl has excellent qualifications, and she said that she is in line with our infatuation, if it doesn't fit, you don't want to enter our infatuation!"

Song Yunge believed this sentence.

The requirements for qualifications of the Demon Gate are more stringent than those of the six major sects, especially the heart and will.

If the will and heart are not firm, practicing the martial arts of the Demon Gate is suicide.

"Okay, don't be verbose, do you want to go in and try it?" Zheng Xifeng showed an impatient look: "If you don't try, you won't be reluctant." ”

Song Yunge looked at Chu Xiaoyun.

Chu Xiaoyun struggled even more.

"Hey!" suddenly a sneer rang out.

Song Yunge breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.

It's finally here!

Luo Shiying floated out of the woods, landed in front of Song Yunge and Chu Xiaoyun, and looked at Zheng Xifeng: "What a clever Zheng Xifeng!"

Zheng Xifeng looked at Luo Shiying, shook his head and said, "Who are you?"

"Luo Shiying!"

"Tianyue Luo Shiying, the one who escaped from under my hands in the first place?"

"Not bad!" Luo Shiying said proudly: "Zheng Xifeng, you disappointed me very much, after ten years, you have not entered the country much!"

"You've made a lot of progress. Zheng Xifeng nodded slowly: "But no matter how hard you improve, you are still defeated, and I will take your life today!"

He said that he shot at Song Yunge.

When he saw Luo Shiying, he understood that he was being played by Song Yunge, and he was hooking himself to talk more, so as to wait for Luo Shiying's help.

If you play yourself more, you will definitely die!

Song Yunge pulled out the Shuxue sword and swiped it.

"Fixed!" Song Yunge's ears exploded.

Song Yunge's sword arc seems to be slow, but it is actually extremely fast.

He knew the details of the infatuation, and he had long been prepared for this hatred.

"Pooh!" the sword blocked the snap.

Zheng Xifeng slapped his hatred again.

A palm looms behind him, gently touching his right palm, as if the void and the real are combined.

The Shuxue sword collided with the palm of his hand, and there was no sound.

Song Yunge flew out upside down.

The Shuxue sword in his hand trembled violently and wanted to leave.

Zheng Xifeng followed with another palm.

The Shuxue Sword sealed this palm with an arc again, and Song Yunge flew faster, stepping out of the air with a broken step.

Break the void step and dissolve the pressure of the snow sword.

He deliberately spewed out a bloody arrow, his face turned pale, and his right hand holding the sword was lowered and barely controlled.

"Hmph!" Luo Shiying sank his face, a heavenly sword appeared in the back of his head, he drew his sword and stabbed it, and the next moment it had already stabbed Zheng Xifeng in the back of his head.

Zheng Xifeng turned around and palmed.

The Heavenly Sword collided with the Palm of Hatred.

Silently, the two of them took a step back at the same time.

"Come again!" Luo Shiying shouted angrily.

At this time, his eyes were blazing, his face was cold, and he completely lost the weakness and verbose he had when facing Fang Mingxi.

The sword and the palm collided silently, separated again, collided and separated again, kept hitting and separating, and the two fought together.

Chu Xiaoyun's eyes flickered, cloudy and uncertain.

Song Yunge picked her up and fluttered away.