Long years, thousands of years in a snap of a finger.

Lin Xi, who had been practicing in retreat in the statue space for thousands of years, slowly opened his eyes, cast his eyes on the people who were kneeling down under the god case, and silently watched the wisps of incense surging towards the statue.

"Incense is poisonous, luck is enough. ”

With a wave of his hand, he smashed all the incense that had accumulated for thousands of years in the statue into the Infinite Heavenly Venerable Statue, and then focused his attention on the system light curtain.

Name: Lin Xi

Gender: Male

Age: 1622

Realm: The pinnacle of the Golden Immortal

Exercises: Immortal Sword Body (Remnant), Six Veins Divine Sword, Sword Technique, Requiem, Wind Resisting Technique, Moon Burial Sword Technique

Item: Protective Golden Light

World: Sword and Fairy World

World Mission: Help Tu Su strip away the evil energy, repair the prince Changqin, stop Qiong Hua's ascension, kill the evil sword immortal, and save Zhao Ling'er (Progress: 60%)

Failure Punishment: Deprivation of cultivation

Quest Reward: Privileges unlocked

"System, how long is there until the start of the Xiansan plot?" Lin Xi asked the system after dispersing the light curtain.

The Compassion Sword is staying in the Shushan Lock Demon Tower at the moment, and the nightshade has turned into an immortal, and the Compassion Sword has not been endowed with a spirit.

The current situation is not much different from the original plot of Xiansan.

"There are still three days left until the plot begins.."

Three days?

Then there are three days left to be the time for the meteor shower to arrive, and it is also the time for Chonglou to go to Shushan to draw his sword.

After thinking about it, Lin Xi closed his eyes and communicated with the Infinite Heavenly Venerable and the Burial Moon who went out, and his heart was also greatly relieved.

Before the retreat, he forgot to cast the spirit bead, so he was a little worried that the plot of Sedum and the others looking for the spirit bead would be deviated, but now it seems that the burial moon and the immeasurable heavenly venerable have already arranged all this.

The matter of having two spirit beads in his hands was revealed as early as twenty years ago when the demon and demon worlds attacked the human world, and Shushan also recorded the matter of the spirit beads, and coincidentally, in recent years, the village at the foot of the mountain has also been renamed 'Anning Village', but it is just very prosperous, and it is no different from an ordinary small town.

However, it doesn't matter whether this village is the Anning Village in the original plot, after all, if Sedum and the others want to obtain the spirit bead, the only way is to come to the Sanqing Palace.

After roughly guessing the development of the plot in his heart, Lin Xi's eyes closed again, but this time he didn't cultivate, but focused his mind on the Compassion Sword in the Lock Demon Tower.

In the lock demon tower, the demons gathered, the demon spirit soared to the sky, at the bottom of the lock demon tower, a silver long sword was inserted upside down on the stone platform, exuding a faint silver glow.

In the Compassion Sword Week, countless little demons gathered, wanting to step forward but not daring to step forward because of the sword power, they just kept wandering around, and they sneered at the Compassion Sword.

"Waste of the nest .. Your brother is a wreck, you said he would come to see you, but it's been a thousand years, why didn't he come?"

"Haha, wretched.. You're still a martyr for that."

"If you cultivate so high, you can't keep your home and country, and in the end, you still need to die a sword... What do you think isn't a piece of waste?"

....

The taunts of the demons made the sword tremble gradually, and as the blue halo flickered, a slightly illusory figure emerged from the sword.

The figure squatted on the ground and cried in a low voice, a pair of white arms exposed by the shattering of the sleeve robe, the long blue dress on the body was even more torn, and the long black hair was also scattered on the shoulders.

"My brother is not a wreck, my brother is not a wreck, he is the hero of Jiang Guo and the hero in the heart of Long Kui. Nightshade covered her ears and screamed, trying her best to refute the demons.

The weak nightshade has been the target of bullying by the demons for thousands of years, and the more she refutes helplessly, the more the demons' interest rises.

Loser..

Loser..

Your brother is a complete wreck.

Every game of the demons is inseparable from the three words of the nest, even if the nightshade covers his ears, the three words of the nest are still deeply pierced into the heart of the nightshade.

"My brother is not a wreck, my brother is not a wreck, my brother is not a wreck." With the last roar of the nightshade, the ghostly aura was awe-inspiring, and the blue dress instantly turned red, and there was an extra red longbow in his hand.

When the red-clothed nightshade appeared, all the demons fled one after another, but no matter how fast they were, they couldn't be faster than the arrows in the hands of the red-clothed nightshade.

A miserable voice rang out incessantly.

The red-clothed nightshade is the consciousness of self-protection born after being bullied for a long time, and the temperament is also extremely strong, not as weak as nightshade.

It can be said that the innocence of nightshade for thousands of years has been obtained under the protection of his other personality.

The red-clothed nightshade did not have the slightest softness, and those little demons were scattered under the arrows of the red-clothed nightshade, but this could only ensure temporary peace.

For thousands of years, I can't remember how many times the red-coated nightshade has shot.

After the death of the little demons and the escape, the red-clothed nightshade turned into its original appearance again, and the nightshade with no memory didn't know what had happened, but silently squatted beside the sword and raised his hand to caress it gently, his eyes were full of pain.

"Brother, you haven't done what you promised Nightshade, why don't you come to meet Nightshade. Nightshade's fingers slid over the body of the sword, wanting to cry, but not a single tear came out of his eyes.

Raising his hand to take out a sachet, Nightshade dragged it in his hand, and what came to mind was the scene of the last meeting with Long Yang.

Jiang Guo changed greatly, Long Yi died in battle, the crown prince Long Yang ascended the throne, and he was a big soldier in the palace, ready to fight.

He blended in with the soldiers but was easily discovered, and no matter how he prayed, he didn't get Long Yang's permission to go to the battlefield.

In exchange for his persistence, Long Yang broke his legs with a gun and was carried back to the dormitory, and the pain in his legs was as good as the colic in his heart.

The sunflower seeds before leaving are regrets and apologies for not fulfilling their promises. The sentence 'I will never allow you to go to war even if I die, so that your otherwise worry-free age will be stained with blood' still echoes in my ears.

The figure wearing silver armor and holding the sword of compassion is still vivid.

He should have no worries, why shouldn't he?

His father died in battle, his mother died of a serious illness, and he had just turned eighteen years old when he shouldered the burden of a nation.

No matter how powerful the combat power is, it is not as powerful as the opposing monk, who threatens the people of a country, and because he protects himself, he leaves the sword of compassion.

After losing the Compassion Sword, he directly lost half of his combat power, and he was even more powerless in the face of countless monks.

He chose to abolish himself and cultivate himself to protect the people of Jiang State.

Where would such a Longyang be a wreck?

This is the real hero, even if he falls after his cultivation is lost, his lifeless body can deter tens of thousands of enemy troops.

When it fell, the heavens and the earth mourned, the sun was gone, and the dark clouds filled the sky.

This is what happens after the sun sets in the early morning.

(End of chapter)