There was an anomaly in the space of the sword shrine.

The Sword Shrine Holy Land, which has been inherited for countless years, began to sway in space at this moment.

Yi Xiao's face was a little pale, and the thin Yuan Force in his body was strong enough to support his operation.

Gongzi Xiaotao's face was even paler, without a trace of blood, his long hair was tamely attached to his cheeks, and the whole person fell into Yi Xiao's arms weakly.

"It should be that my mind has been stimulated, and the fatigue of the past few days is too heavy, and my body can't bear it, so I fell into a coma. Yi Xiao looked at the woman in the yellow shirt in her arms, and looked at it carefully for the first time, the delicate body under the yellow shirt was delicate and graceful, bright and pure, the pink lotus brand on her fair forehead exuded a slight light, and her brows were furrowed, with a seductive appearance.

The stupa and his party spent too much effort, and Yi Xiao felt a tiredness in his bones, and was forcibly suppressed by the dragon and snake.

He guarded the gate of the Ghost Gate.

Watching the pagoda fall apart, the spire of the exposed pass fell into the ghost gate with the body of the tower.

Yi Xiao's eyes turned to Zhulian, wanting to see the ghost gate more clearly.

It's a pity that his cultivation is too shallow, and everywhere he enters is pitch black.

Yi Xiao's face was extremely calm.

But the bottom of my heart is not calm.

What was the big war?

The world is so silent at the moment, will there be thousands of ghosts out of the nest in the next second, and the world will be turned upside down?

The hibiscus sword coiled around his waist was so restless.

Yi Xiao wanted to draw his sword, wanted to rush into the ghost gate, pointed his sword at the sky, and drank the blood of all enemies.

How.

Cultivation is a long road.

He had never been so eager for a moment to have the strength to stand at the forefront of the path of cultivation and to stop the catastrophe in front of him.

Waiting is the longest thing in the world.

Life or death. Degrees and seconds are like years.

Yi Xiao stood silently at the entrance of the ghost gate.

He's waiting.

Wait for this big war to end.

The man said that he was going to live on his own.

Yi Xiao wanted to wait until the big black robe came out bathed in blood, and then pointed to the sky and scolded the earth with a smile, and said How could Lao Tzu die here? At this time, he could show a smile and scold the old immortal viciously for a thousand years.

Old man Su is carrying the appearance of immortality, how could he die here?

His Highness smiled.

Certainly not to die here.

That bad old man, he's not going to die.

Yi Xiao's body was forcibly supported, his face was a little pale, and he was reluctant to leave.

It's been a long wait.

For a long, long time.

A narrow opening opened at the entrance of the black ghost gate.

Yi Xiao's eyebrows moved slightly.

A figure flew out of the gate of the ghost gate.

The South China Sea Chess Saint flew out with a blood-red robe, looking tired.

Lord Chess Saint glanced at His Royal Highness lightly and said, "With two heavenly phases, you are the little prince of Qi Liang?"

The tiredness in Yi Xiao's body was thick into the bone marrow, and he nodded slowly.

The South China Sea Chess Saint saw that Yi Xiao was waiting for someone.

As to whether the man was dead or alive, he should not have spoken.

But he spoke anyway.

"Fourteen years. The Nanhai Chess Saint took the woman in the yellow shirt, and said with a calm face: "Fourteen years later, the ghost gate will be opened again." ”

Yi Xiao's back was extremely straight, her fists were clenched, and then relaxed.

"Old man Su won't die......" he smiled reluctantly and asked, "Right?"

The South China Sea Chess Master did not answer.

"There are several great masters in the Ghost Gate. The Nanhai Chess Saint was silent for a moment and said: "In ancient times, the level of martial arts should be the Arhat fruit position of Buddhism, the little saint of Confucianism, and the realm of the earth immortals of Taoism. These people have been cultivating for an extremely long time, and they can be called old immortal existences, and they can be matched by non-grandmaster realms. ”

Yi Xiao's face was pale.

Lord Nanhai Chess Saint stared at the young man, and finally waved his robe away, leaving the sword mound space with Gongzi Xiao Tao.

The ghost gate passes the gorge and opens again.

The second figure reflected the white lotus of the heavens and rushed out of the ghost gate.

The mountain lord of the Eagles Demon Mountain was held up by countless white lotuses, and the whole person's spirit was depressed to the extreme, and the first thing he did after coming out was to put away the Devil Mountain, which had suppressed the sword mound for sixteen years.

When the mountain lord saw Yi Xiao, the little highness who was waiting at the entrance of the ghost gate, he sighed leisurely, and condensed a white lotus figure.

"The Demon Sect of the World is a mountain. You should know who I am. The avatar of Mu Liancheng floated beside His Royal Highness and took out a thing.

"Old man Su asked me to give this to you. ”

It was a purple wood box.

There was a piece of extremely fragile yellow paper that fluttered in the wind.

It is densely written with words, weathered by the years.

Now it's stained with another layer of blood.

Mu Liancheng's expression was complicated, his qi and blood were empty, and he said slowly: "I didn't see Old Man Su. ”

Yi Xiao didn't speak.

He didn't believe it.

Su Qishi, Su Da Dansheng, Su senior.

Old man Su ......

Killed in battle?

Old man Su ...... He's dead?

But his eyes slowly became wooden and hollow.

Yi Xiao slowly took the purple wood box.

Maintaining a posture of holding the box with both hands, his body stiffened.

His voice was hoarse: "I don't believe it. ”

Keep your eyes on the ghost gate.

The White Lotus Ink Robe Mountain Lord coughed twice in a dull manner, his eyes were a little sad, and his figure slowly dissipated.

Yi Xiao held the purple wooden box, waiting for Su Da Dansheng to appear.

But the big black robe never appeared.

He muttered to himself.

"You're still alive. ”

"It's going to come out. ”

"I can wait. I could wait a long time for you to come out. ”

Yi Xiao held the purple wooden box, smiled and asked softly, "Old man Su, I won't open this box, I will return it to you when you come out." ”

If I don't open the box, will you come out alive?

I don't open the box.

I don't open the box.

......

......

After waiting for a long time, the ghost door was finally closed and opened again.

But the ghost gate opened again.

It was still not the big black robe that came out.

The wind and snow came out of the sky.

A silver mantle returned bloodied.

Frozen.

Then the wind and snow howled.

The Ghost Gate Pass was infected by the power of heaven and earth carried by the silver robe.

Heavy snow began to fall.

Yi Xiao's black clothes are dyed with snow, and her eyebrows are white.

"Can't wait for you. I won't go. He said a little seriously: "Old man Su, you know that I am stubborn, and I will really keep waiting." ”

Hold the box and stand still.

One day and one night.

Yi Xiao really waited for a day and a night.

I can't wait for that big black robe.

In despair, the black hole slowly diffused between heaven and earth.

The ghost door is closed, and it is closed.

Isolated.

The young man in black stood with a box in his hand.

The five fingers are like hooks, and the back is extremely straight.

The one who said he wanted to live.

Person...... What about people?

Yi Xiao's voice trembled a little.

"If you don't come out, you really can't come out. ”

There was a hint of crying in his voice, almost pleading: "Old man Su, what do you say you want to live?"

There was a slight tremor from inside the purple box.

The yellow paper, stained with layers of blood, was dismantled by him in a panic.

The ink inside is extremely fresh.

Mixed with a soul intent.

"Stinky boy, when I see this line of words, I really think that Lao Tzu has poured blood mold for eight lifetimes. ”

The remnant soul of Su Da Dansheng suddenly came out, his cheeks floated in front of him, and he pointed and scolded with a smile: "If you plant it, you will plant it, Lao Tzu will admit it, it's not a big deal." Don't be pretentious in front of me, you stinky boy, disgusting!"

Yi Xiao sucked hard at her snot and tears.

"Crying and crying, what kind of system has it become?"

"I don't owe you anything. Su Dadan scolded: "Remember, the Northern Plains Longji Snow Mountain, taking that purple box will only be good for you, no harm." ”

"In this life, the old man has killed and saved people, and he is the most life-sparing. I never thought that one day, I would be hot-headed and run to the ghost gate to die. Su Da Dansheng scolded and laughed: "Lao Tzu died without regrets. ”

Then Su Da Dansheng smiled and was a little lonely.

"Phew! Death without regrets!"

He turned to scold in a loud voice: "Lao Tzu still has a lot of medicinal land that has not been dug up! A lot of elixirs have not been refined! Mingzhu'er has not yet grown up! What does the burden of morality have to do with me? With so many things not being seen, how can Lao Tzu die without regrets?"

"How can it be...... Die without regrets?"

Yi Xiao's hands kept shaking.

Su Da Dansheng sighed and looked at Yi Xiao.

"People...... Always going to die. ”

The old man smiled and said, "I don't want to die." But what can be done?"

"Immortality...... Immortality?"

Yellow paper blood stains spread all over the country.

Yi Xiao choked up and couldn't speak.

The old man's remaining spirit smiled slightly, and seemed to stretch out a finger, trying to wipe away the tears on Yi Xiao's face.

Eventually, it vanished.

The spirit was reduced to nothing.

The wind and snow poured out, rolling up thousands of piles of snow.

The sky was full of wind and snow, and the purple box was opened by Yi Xiao tremblingly.

Full of yellow sand.

It's like a world away.

"When we meet in Longmen, the sky is full of wind and sand. ”

Longmen thousands of miles of yellow sand, packed by a box, is now like a world away.

Yi Xiao rubbed her face fiercely.

In the heavy snow, the purple box was flipped over little by little by His Royal Highness.

The yellow sand poured down for three thousand miles.

Re-enter the ghost gate.

When we meet again in the next life, we should have a glass of wine.

His Royal Highness looked at the last sentence of Su Dadan's holy paper that was stained red with blood in silence:

When you meet the dragon gate, you should laugh,

Don't cry when you don't cry.

......

"Ahh

A heart-rending scream resounded through the space of the Sword Shrine.

The boy was hoarse.

Eventually fell to his knees.

Slowly close the box, looking at the sky full of wind and snow with yellow sand.

Dissipate the heavens and the earth.

When you meet the dragon gate, you should have a smile.

Don't cry when you don't cry.

Finally, a few small words are crooked and blurred.

Forget the New Year, hate not to live forever, and not get drunk.

The eyes are cracking.

"What are you looking for immortality?" Yi Xiao's face was pale, her figure was shaky, and she muttered, "It's all a lie...... It's all a lie!"

Traveling thousands of miles to the north to seek eternal life, Longmen meets Dansheng.

Farewell today, eternal separation.

The ghost gate is miserable and miserable.

Yi Xiao was stunned and took the purple box into his arms.

He stumbled down at the closed gate of the ghost gate.

My mind went blank.

Muttering. Say it word by word and listen to yourself.

"Old man Su, you really don't deserve to die. ”

"If you die, how can so many vain people in the world live?"

"If you die, who is still worthy of the name of Dansheng?"

"You are dead, how can I pay you what I owe you?"

How to return?

The hell door has truly closed.

Those who have not exited the customs are really falling into the ghost gate.

Grandmaster XI.

Exit three.

Bloodstained.

His Royal Highness laughed miserably: "Old man An, blind Lin, you didn't come out either?"

Qi Liang's two figures standing up to the sky are still very clear in his mind.

An old man who can invite the bright moon out of Guanshan.

Lin was half-blind when he shot an arrow to kill the immortals.

Now it's slowly blurring.

He's dead.

All dead.

Human life is like a mustard, even the life of the grandmaster, is it so low?

Desperately, I also want to fight for the future of the world.

"Fourteen Years ......"

"Fourteen years!"

"Why wait until fourteen years later?" Yi Xiao looked up to the sky and roared, angry at the crown.

"I have a sword in my hand!"

"I still have blood in my chest!"

"If you don't cultivate enough, take your life to fill it, is it enough!"

"Open the ghost door for me, I'm going to kill it!"

Kill, kill, kill!

Sixteen-year-old Yi Xiao held a sword like a madman.

If one day the ghost door is closed and opened again.

Is his sword sharp enough?

PS: Actually, at this point, the second volume of Sword and Wine is nearing the end.

Sword and wine, a river and lake.

The sword and wine of the previous era have come to an end, and this era is about to be revealed.

Just as the Sword Lord said.

The world is in the mood.

Jian Zongming, Ye Xiaolou, Yi Shaoran, Li Changge, too much.

Countless sparks began to shine.

These names will one day hang high in the history books.

It made the latecomers feel broken when they heard it.

The battle in the sword mound ended, and the sky was stained with blood.

It is the beginning of a cycle.

Su Da Dan Holy ended.

Yi Xiao wanted to enter the sword mound, but unfortunately he didn't have the strength at this time.

Fourteen years later, the world is in its prime.

There will be a battle between the ghost gates in the world.