When did Shen Yuan Sword become so loyal to He Guang Tongchen? Even Jun Yi had never received such a great gift from Shen Yuan Sword Spirit back then, right?

Could it be that after 10,000 years of cultivating the mind and cultivating the mind in the Tianji Cave, the Shen Yuan Sword Spirit has been enlightened and plans to take refuge in Buddhism?

But with the old guy with abnormal brain circuits, it is impossible to cultivate such an awareness...... If you don't cultivate into a demon, you're already lucky.

Seeing that this rare first artifact had deigned to cut her rabbit meat for so many years, Huaxin couldn't help but intercede for it, "Hey, monk, I think it's sincerely repentant, don't you Buddhas often say, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot? ”

"The poor monk can't cross it. ”

He Guang Tongchen bypassed the Shen Yuan Sword without squinting, and continued to walk forward alone, the indifference in his tone made Huaxin a little confused.

This nameless fire is really inexplicable!

"Hey, monk, you stop!" Seeing that Heguang Tongchen actually left her and left, he pulled up the abyss from the ground in a huff and waved at him, "The fault is obviously the person holding the sword, what's wrong with the sword, when did you become more unreasonable than me!"

Right and wrong, it's him!

That's why he's angry.

Be angry with yourself.

If it weren't for the sword back then, how could they have reached the point of irretrievability now?

He Guang Tongchen turned his head, his face was frosted, but when he saw her chasing him with a sword, he couldn't help but laugh when he admitted that he was unreasonable.

Crying and laughing, he sighed, full of helplessness, "I probably have been with you for a long time, and it is easy to distinguish what is Tao and what is reasonable." ”

He has ever reasoned with anyone for her?

The conscience is clear, and the common people are negative.

Even he couldn't recover.

The night breeze came slowly, blowing the corners of her plain white skirt, feeling that he was emotional, he calmed down, couldn't help but take a few steps back, snatched the Shen Yuan Sword in her hand, threw it casually, took her hand and continued to walk towards the village.

Shen Yuanjian followed behind without giving up, and he didn't even want the dignity of the first divine weapon.

Is it really just a simple way to repay the favor?

The painting was numb, Ren Heguang Tongchen led her step by step, staring blankly at his clear silhouette, and there was an indescribable feeling lingering in his heart.

She tried her best to calm her emotions and not associate He Guang Tongchen with Jun Yi.

It's also because her body is really not good, and she is so weak that she can't think anymore. The biting cold wind blew in all directions, almost freezing her, and the warmth in the palm of her hand seemed to be a drop in the bucket.

She keenly noticed that in the cold wind, there was a trace of fishy sweet blood, first a little by little, and then like a fishy wind.

This night, she was frightened at first, and then she was angry, and she was confused by the light and dust in the Tianji Cave just now, and now when she smelled blood, she suddenly churned in her chest and abdomen, and leaned over and retched.

As soon as she opened her mouth, the cold wind mixed with the strong smell of blood choked into her throat, and she couldn't help coughing.

He Guang Tongchen paused when he heard the footsteps, and ignored the Shen Yuan Sword that came up behind him to flatter him, and only leaned over and hugged Huaxin by the waist without saying anything.

Huaxin grabbed his snow-white placket and coughed a few more times, urging urgently, "Hurry up...... Go back quickly, I'm afraid something has happened in the village!"

He Guang Tongchen is not as sensitive to the smell of blood as the painting heart, and after she reminded her, she smelled the fishy smell in the wind, and the place where it came from was the direction of Yaoling Village.

There are still twenty or thirty miles from the village, and the smell of blood can be smelled from such a distance, and he can hardly imagine what the situation in the village is now.

Apparently what he had thought of, Huaxin had also thought of, and he lowered his head and asked her, "Can you still hold on?"

Huaxin nodded at him, indicating that it was okay.

He immediately sped up his pace and walked towards Yaoling Village, the cold wind was whistling, he was faster than the wind, and he was chasing a red gold streamer sword behind him, looking like a golden tail growing behind his ass from a distance.