Bodhi Forest, lightning and thunder, the wind is like a demon, crazy here every corner shuttle, at this moment, the wooden house in the forest seems to be particularly deserted.

Yuan Qi sat at the table, his right hand trembling, holding a carving knife, and carving hard.

"Smack!" the knife got out of control and fell to the ground.

"Brother Yuan!" Guoguo looked at him worriedly.

"Failed again!" Yuan Qi was very calm, looked at his right hand carefully, and slowly clenched his fists, perhaps because of too much force, those fists were trembling inexplicably, and he silently said to himself, "Is ordinary a blessing?"

"Brother Yuan!" Guoguo flew over, landed on the table, and comforted, "Don't be depressed, Sister Ding's medicine, the effect is not over yet, wait!"

Yuan Qi shook his head, his eyes showed a faint sadness, pushed open the door, looked at the rainstorm outside, he wanted to go out, a happy shower, heavy rain, red dust, at least he is still qualified to work hard, not like now, so powerless, some are just helpless.

"The big war should begin!" Yuan Qi muttered to himself, he unconsciously remembered Wan Ting again, and said slowly, "I don't know how she is!"

It's just that his heart collapsed too tightly at that time, and the collapse was too complete, thinking about it later, for her, he never had half a hatred, her smile, her sadness, bit by bit, always lingered in Yuan Qi's mind.

"Are you thinking about Wan Ting?" asked Guoguo.

Yuan Qi didn't respond, he saw Guoguo, and naturally thought of Mo Li, thinking of the tragic situation she was about to face, his fists clenched unconsciously, and finally shook his head helplessly: "Mo Li's matter, I really can't do anything!"

"Do you know, Momo likes you?" Guoguo said seriously, "I have lived with her since I was a child, she rarely cares so much about a boy, when she was in the Law Enforcement Hall, she left me every time and secretly went to the Sword Pavilion to see you alone!"

Yuan Qi was silent, and he didn't know what it was like for Mo Li.

"And do you like her?" asked Guoguo.

"I don't know!" Yuan Qi hesitated, maybe this smart and lively girl had an irreplaceable place in his heart, but now, what can be done, what can be done, and finally he said lightly, "She's just my sister!"

"Yes, you're quite interested in Wan Ting!" Guoguo's voice was a little more sarcastic.

Yuan shook his head, how could this little elf understand what he had experienced with her.

"I really don't understand you humans!" Guoguo scratched his head, "If one day, I become a human, I will never procrastinate like this!"

Yuan Qi smiled: "There is an obsession in the heart, even if it is ordinary, it may not be a blessing, read it from the heart, and it is inexhaustible!"

In the sky above Yingxue Lake, a fierce battle is being staged at this moment, and the two brothers who are from the same sect are fighting frantically in the rainstorm.

"Roar~~Roar~!" The Sword of Broken Love was like a mad beast, the sword body turned into a red flame, and frantically roared towards Wan Qing, the withered figure was blurred, and the collision with Wan Qing, that loud bang almost drowned out the thunder in the sky.

Wan Qing's face was indifferent, he had long since lost his previous indifference, although he was fighting, but his heart had already rushed to the Lethe Valley a hundred miles away, but around him, seven ancient nails, scattered in seven directions, rotated rapidly, and the seven-star magic circle made him unable to ask for the withered entanglement for a while.

"Senior brother!" Wan Qing said indifferently, "If you are obsessed, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

"Huhu!" the wind howled, the withered figure gradually became clear, and the resolute face revealed a kind of death, and said coldly, "Come on!"

"Ten Thousand Swords!" withered and roared, and the Love-Breaking Sword turned into countless phantoms, like arrows and spears, enveloping Wan Qing.

"Okay!" The murderous aura burst out from Wan Qing's eyes, and behind him, an ancient mirror slowly rose into the air, like the sun, reflecting a dazzling light, and it was the same ten great divine soldiers, but the sword of love was so small in front of it.

Withered's face changed slightly, and the bronze mirror was like a pool of water, and it actually rippled, swallowing up all the arrows in the sky.

"It's a pity!" Wan Qing's face showed frost, and gently stroked the love-breaking sword, which looked very demonic under the holy light, "It's a pity, you always have love in your heart, although the love-breaking sword is strong, it is indeed buried in your hands!"

"Roar~!" The Broken Love Sword was uncontrollable and began to struggle violently, Wan Qing's face changed suddenly, as if he had discovered something, and the powerful spiritual power was infused to suppress the restlessness of the sword body in an instant.

"Ah!" Withered expression pained, on his heavenly spirit cover, a red light appeared, gradually detached, and rushed towards the Sword of Love.

The sword of broken love, the crimson sword body, suddenly began to squirm, and one face after another appeared, and at the same time, a huge picture was also reflected in the sky.

"No!" Dead pupils constricted, frantically beating his head, his eyes staring at the picture in the air, a woman was smiling at him, so gentle, as if in another world.

"Yun Shao?" Wan Qing said coldly, and his big hand crossed it, about to erase it.

"No!" Withered frantically, he rushed forward desperately, blocking the palm, the powerful palm print, wrapped in a sinister aura, imprinted on Wither's back, making him spit out a mouthful of blood.

The withered eyes dimmed, slowly falling from the sky, and the seven-star sword formation, without control, quickly disintegrated.

Looking at the blood on his hands, Wan Qing was slightly stunned, seemed to react, and hurriedly reined in the evil qi in his body, he took one last look at the withering, and the whole person quickly disappeared.

The rainstorm is coming, I don't know mercy, dripping on the withered face, his expression is gloomy, the only thing that remains unchanged is that his eyes are always staring at the woman in the air, a dusty memory in his mind for a long time with the change of the sword of love, like a tide, he can't believe that the person who met Yun Shao, fell in love, and stayed with him turned out to be him.

"Uncle Jue!" Ning Xin finally caught up, she flew quickly, hugged Kujue, anxiously checked his injuries, frowned, "How could it be so badly injured?"

"Woo~Woo~" Ning Xin was stunned, this fearless man in her eyes was actually crying, the rain was mixed with his face, he couldn't tell whether it was tears or rain, and his gloomy eyes were still staring at the sky.

Ning Xin looked up, and saw that it was a black shadow, holding the Sword of Love, looking coldly at the withering in the coma, on the Sword of Love, a touch of red flashed, quietly burrowing into his brain, cutting off all the feelings between him and Yun Shao.

"Shake the child! feelings are poisonous, it is the root of some, don't blame Dad, because only in this way can you survive in this world!" The black shadow voice was low, and he firmly inserted the love-breaking sword beside him, and said, "The ups and downs of the world are often fleeting, this love-breaking sword is in your hands, it is a blessing and a curse, I hope you don't obsess too deeply!"

The dark shadow turned away, and behind him, there was a familiar face, and it was none other than Halloween with a mysterious smile on his face.

"I see! I see! Haha!" The madness of the withered laughter suddenly shook Ning Xin away, and the whole person fell into the surging lake.

On the surface of the lake, Ning Xin stared blankly at the picture in the sky, at this moment, her heart became extremely cold, it seemed to be a little colder than the frost in her body, and she said with a murderous face: "It turns out!

"Uncle Jue!" Ning Xin rushed into the bottom of the lake, grabbed Kujue, touched it, and thought it was a dead person in a trance, looking at the dead air in Uncle Jue's eyes, Ning Xin felt flustered like never before, she held Kujue tightly in her arms, and said firmly, "Uncle Jue, let's go, Xin'er will definitely seek justice for you!"

Withered shook his head and said in frustration: "You go, I don't need it!"

"You come with me!" Ning Xin supported the withered and slowly landed.

"Get out!" Dry pushed Ning Xin away, his whole body looked trembling, and he fell into the mud at once.

Ning Xin hurriedly stepped forward, without any scruples about the mud on his body, with tears in his eyes, and said: "Uncle Jue, have you forgotten, you still have me, and Yuan Qi, we can't do without you!"

"Xiao Qi!" muttered to himself, his lifeless eyes flashing with life.

"That's right, Uncle Jue, let's go back to Bodhi Village, from now on, we don't care about what is right and demonic, Yuan Qi and I will definitely be filial to you!" Ning Xin held the rough hands of the withered Jue, rubbed his face vigorously, and cried and said, "Uncle Jue, you look at me, we are all your children, forever!"

"Bodhi Village, Bodhi Village!"

Ning Xin nodded again and again, hugged the withered, and said, "Let's go, let's go!"

The rain mixed with the mud, quickly smoothing the ground, and in the distance, two backs gradually blurred.

Lethe Valley, Wan Qing fell slowly, the panic here made his brows furrowed very tightly, and said silently: "It's still too late!"

"Master, you're finally here!" a Qingcheng disciple shouted.

"What about Wan Qian?" Wan Qing asked.

"Several elders and Dharma protectors, as well as the senior sects of the Bodhi Temple, have already chased after the sea of thunderclouds, and Senior Brother Wan has also followed!" the disciple responded.

"Bodhi Temple!" Wan Qing was puzzled and asked again, "Have you seen Master Bodhi?"

"Disciple doesn't know!" the disciple shook his head.

"Okay, you all go back first!" Wan Qing opened his mouth lightly, and a sword roar sounded in his body, and the Sword of Breaking Love was crossed on the soles of his feet, carrying Wan Qing into the sea of thunderclouds.

"Master, watch out for all saints!" the disciple reminded in the distance.

"It's a lot of things, there is a master, what is the calculation of all saints!" another disciple said, "Let's go back to Qingcheng!"

Bodhi Lin, the rainstorm gradually became docile, lost the previous cleverness, the thunder was gradually drowned, under the eaves, Yuan Qi sat on the bench, quietly looking at the drizzle, he thought about the previous things, the helplessness on his face, became indifferent, gradually, he has begun to learn to accept his current situation, gently stretched out his hand, let the drizzle fall, silently realized, "Life is strong, but it is just a floating cloud, there will always be an end of the day, just like this rain!"

"You seem to have changed!" Guoguo flew in the air, looking at Yuan Qi carefully with big eyes.

"I haven't changed!" Yuan Qi smiled, "I have an obsession, too many things waiting for me to do, so even if the curtain ends, I don't notice it at all, if I can, I really want to go to Penglai, killing demons and demons is always the biggest belief in my life!"

"Uh!" Guoguo nodded, suddenly sensed, and looked ahead, "Hey, someone is coming!"

Yuan Qi was stunned for a moment, and a bad premonition was born in his heart, who would come here at this time?

In the drizzle, Ning Xin supported a rickety body and slowly moved here.

"Uncle Gu!" Yuan Qi's face was shocked, and he hurriedly stepped forward, but because he didn't pay attention, he fell to the ground and said, "Uncle Gu, what's wrong with you?"

"Bodhi Lin, Bodhi Lin!" he was confused, and his mouth was still confused.

"What's wrong with him!" Yuan Qi said angrily, "Who did it!"

"It's Wan Qing!" Ning Xin replied, helping Ku Jue into the house.

"Wan Qing!" Yuan Qi was puzzled, and hurriedly followed up with the house.

"Xiaoqi!" Inside the house, Wither seemed to regain consciousness.

"Uncle Gu, I'm here, I'm Xiaoqi!" Yuan Qi lay on his left side, holding only his withered right hand with both hands, and said anxiously, "Uncle Gu, you will definitely be fine!"

"Xiaoqi, Uncle Gu is sorry for you!" withered tears, blaming himself, "I contributed to the rise of a demon!"

"No, Uncle Gu, I never blamed you, you must get better!" Yuan Qi cried, "Uncle Gu, I don't want you to die, I don't want you to die!"

Kujie gently stroked Yuan Qi's face, and glanced at Ning Xin again, Ning Xin also came over, Kujie smiled, and the two big hands stroked him as if they were children, although there was no blood relationship, but he felt very satisfied, and this life seemed to be worth it.

"Xiaoqi, listen to me, Uncle Gu also adopted a child before you, that is, Ning Xin, speaking of which, she can also be regarded as your sister! Although she has acted ruthlessly over the years, she still has a conscience in her heart, you, you... Don't hate her!" The withered voice trembled, and the big hands held the hands of the two respectively, and under his traction, they joined together, "Xin'er, you too!"

"Uh-huh!" The two glanced at each other and nodded in unison, "Uncle Jue, you will definitely get better, and the two of us will be filial to you together!"

With a withered smile, he stared at Yuan Qi, his eyes flashed with determination, and with a light finger, he couldn't move.

"Uncle Gu, what are you going to do?" Yuan Qi was horrified.

"Uncle Jue, don't!" Ning Xin seemed to understand something.

"I can't do it anymore!" Withering insisted, his right hand turned into a claw, covering Yuan Qi's Heavenly Spirit Gai, "Xiaoqi's injury can only be restored by empowerment, Xiaoqi, Uncle Gu will definitely make you better!"

"No! If my injuries cost you your life, then I'd rather do this for the rest of my life!" Yuan Qi cried and shouted, "Xiaoqi, as long as Uncle Gu is alive and Uncle Gu is alive, let me do anything!"

"Ning Xin, you stop him!" Yuan Qi shouted loudly, "You stop him!"

Ning Xin hesitated for a moment, and finally shook his head, he understood the mood of despair, this was his dying wish, how could he stop it.

"Squeak~squeak~" sounded, Yuan Qi and the withered body, the two demon seeds slowly emerged, Yuan Qi was stunned, how could there be.

"Back then, the Ding Spirit was divided into two, although a large part of it was in your body, but in order to prevent accidents, the fire was kept in my body, between the two, you were always the subject party, only when I died, can the disaster of the Soul Devouring Ding be completely lifted!"

Yuan Qi was stunned, remembering that in Mangshan, when he faced the Tianchi Blood Demon, he also had a scene out of control: "Even so, I want you to live!"

"Silly boy, even if I don't save you, I won't live long!" The golden light on his withered face changed, like a return to the light, and he threw Yuan Qi into the air, and the heavenly spirit covers of the two came into contact with each other, and it was vaguely seen that countless spiritual lights had entered Yuan Qi's body.

"Woo~Woo~" A secret force suppressed Yuan Qi and made him unable to open his mouth.

Outside the house, the continuous drizzle gradually became slow, in the sky, the gentle sunshine came, and the wind became softer, who knew that in this wooden house in the woods, flashing a spiritual light, accompanied by a cry, did not disperse for a long time.

After a long time, the door opened, and Yuan Qi walked out, he stood proudly, stained with spiritual light, and the tears in the corners of his eyes indicated everything that happened here.

Looking up and looking at the sky, there is a beautiful rainbow that crosses the sky, but in Yuan Qi's eyes, it looks so dazzling, as if it is God, who is putting a joke label on the matter here.

"Uncle Gu, I will definitely avenge you!" Yuan Qi said firmly.