If you can't let go, it's a real catastrophe. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Sun Hao was holding the teacup in a daze, forgetting to drink tea, and in front of him, the appearance of the four girls flew by one by one.

Especially Ruxue and Xiaoqing, over the years, they have gone all the way and have almost become a part of Sun Hao's life.

Even if he condensed the peerless sword bone in the dark underground sword mound, in Sun Hao's heart, there was always a picture of success coming out, which surprised the two women, and warmly welcomed his return.

and Ji Huankou, the little girl of the past, is just like that, if she says no, she will be gone.

Closing his eyes, Sun Hao remembered the scenes of the past.

Beauty is like jade, cold as the moon Ji Ruxue, behind the coldness, there is a deep friendship and long-term longing for herself, and even, Sun Hao can feel that if he wants, he can take her in a long time ago, and she has been waiting for herself silently and calmly.

Waiting for yourself supple and natural.

Innocent sword heart, pure and innocent, I knew that this was the case, I should have accepted her innocent, otherwise, how could it cause this appearance?

Thinking of Ji Ruxue, a tear couldn't help but drip down gently.

On the entire Ling Tian Sword Peak, with this tear, it was instantly filled with a sad atmosphere, thick longing, thick reluctance welled up in my heart, and thick anger was hidden in it.

Xiaoqing, who is cute and light, is as light as a swallow, born for herself, and emotional because of herself, if she is not very affectionate for herself, how can she comprehend the sword intent of love because of herself, and her soft body seems to be still in her arms, unbearable wind and rain.

Xiaoqing, after his ascension, the real life-saving benefactor, when he couldn't walk, his lover who sheltered himself from the wind and rain, I don't know what kind of generosity he died when he was martyred?

Another tear quietly dripped down.

The entire Ling Tian Sword Sect, with this tear, fell into a deep sadness, and the Ling Tian Sword Warriors all grieved in their hearts, as if they remembered their comrades who died in battle, their deceased brothers.

Thousands of flying swords emitted a low sword roar that seemed to cry softly.

After a long time, in the courtyard, Xiaoya whispered: "Senior brother, Agarwood, before Ruxue and Xiaoqing left, I was asked to hand over these two things to you, saying that you are back, and seeing things is like seeing people......"

After speaking, the little hand was thrown, and the two jade bottles flew towards Sun Hao.

Sun Hao's eyes were closed, but he was very accurate, his hands were stretched out, one left and one right, and he accurately grabbed a jade bottle each.

Swept in the jade bottle of divine consciousness, Sun Hao couldn't help but mourn in his heart.

Each jade bottle contained a drop of crimson blood.

Sun Hao's divine sense swept over, and a familiar and warm feeling surged up in an instant, as if he saw Ji Ruxue and Xiaoqing standing in front of him.

This is the immortal blood of their hearts.

The immortal god blood condensed on Ranglin Island can never be coagulated, but with the fall of the owner of the two drops of blood, now, in Sun Hao's hand, the two drops of divine blood in the jade bottle, all that can be done is to record the strong feelings of longing and dependence on Sun Hao.

Sun Hao's eyes opened again, and he looked at the jade bottle in his hand steadily, the blood in his hand, and the palm of his hand gently stroked, as if he was touching the hair of the two.

The jade bottle seemed to be touched and glowed and heated, and Sun Hao looked up to the sky and let out a mournful roar, which shook for nine days.

The two jade bottles shattered with a snap, and two drops of blood fell into Sun Hao's palm, quickly soaking into Sun Hao's palm and drilling into Sun Hao's heart.

Sun Hao muttered: "Although I can't save you, I can give you a home, and I hope that your immortal blood can accompany me for the rest ......of my life."

It's just that Sun Hao's words haven't finished yet.

The two drops of immortal blood that entered the body suddenly changed.

The immortal blood of the snow was uncontrollably uncontrollable by Sun Hao, and it quickly drilled into Sun Hao's dantian, Sun Hao did not stop it, but silently watched it rush to the top of the Sumeru Condensation Tower, and with a pop, it hit the top of the Sumeru Condensation Tower, quickly turned into a small dot, and disappeared on the body of the tower.

And Sun Hao, who had not had any sense of the Sumeru Condensation Tower since he ascended, suddenly saw the small thatched house in the Sumeru Condensation Tower, and saw the two tombs next to the small thatched house.

Sun Hao was stunned in his heart, not knowing what this meant.

Ji Ruxue's immortal blood fell from the sky and fell on the chimney, the Tao rose like a mist of smoke, and in the smoke, Yun Ziyan and Ji Ruxue's figures appeared at the same time, they chuckled, moved the same, and bowed slightly to Sun Hao, as if saying goodbye.

The body that was getting farther and farther away, in the smoke, slowly coincided together, and finally turned into a bright moon in the sky, under the bright moon, was the white peak of the high Guiyi Immortal Mountain, and there, Sun Hao saw himself, tightly hugged the cloud purple smoke nestled on his body, looked up at the bright moon stupidly, and a tear quietly dripped from his face.

Boundless sorrow, endless pain, from this tear, dripped into Sun Hao's heart.

In the midst of endless grief, Sun Hao instantly understood that Ruxue was the reincarnation of Ziyan.

Sun Hao instantly understood why his first stop after ascending would be Bian Huang Gusai, because there was purple smoke waiting for him.

But why didn't I understand it until now?

Why, like Xue and Ziyan's personalities are so similar, but I have always forgotten to think about reincarnation?

I remember that I felt as if I had felt a special difference, but why didn't I think about it deeply?

Purple smoke, like snow.

Like snow, purple smoke.

The two cold faces gradually merged in Sun Hao's mind.

Under the bright moon, Sun Hao, who was surrounded by purple smoke, dropped a tear at the same time, above Ling Tian Sword Peak, a tear also rolled down from the corner of Sun Hao's eyes.

It's just that after this tear rolled down, it seemed to drop into the void in an instant, and disappeared into the air without leaving any trace.

Sun Hao unconsciously called softly in his mouth: "Purple smoke, like snow......;

......

At the moment when Sun Hao's tears fell and entered the void.

On the top of the Immortal Mountain, on the top of the white and holy Immortal Mountain, there seemed to be a flash of white light.

A tear suddenly loomed on the top of the fairy mountain.

After blooming with a soft light, it disappears in an instant.

However, within the Guiyi Immortal Mountain, hundreds of thousands of monks instantly felt a thick sadness enveloping their hearts, and they involuntarily thought of their deceased relatives and fallen Taoist friends, and tears involuntarily burst out of their eyes.

On the entire immortal mountain, the sound of wailing rang out.

The monk of the Guiyi Sect was shocked as he wiped the tears from his face.

Soon, many monks discovered the changes in the top of unity, and remembered a legendary past that had passed for a long, long time, and many monks couldn't help but kneel and worship.

One agarwood tears.

The grief doesn't end there.

In a way that was difficult for the monks of the Heavenly Spirit Continent to detect, in the next three months, the grief spread to every corner of the continent, and on the continent, no matter the monks and mortals, all of them were sad in their hearts, as if blood and tears had fallen from the air, and even the sky was crying with sorrow.

Ten years.

For a whole decade, the tears of Guiyi Agarwood have been exuding a deep sadness, affecting the entire continent.

Later generations called it the "Ten Years of Mourning".

The entire Tianling Continent once again remembered the people of many years ago, the continent was shocked, what a powerful character, their own sorrow, can make the mainland grieve together, for a whole decade, Lord Agarwood does not know what kind of cultivation realm he has reached.

What makes the mainland even more frightened is what kind of sad thing can make the grief of adults reach such a point and move the two worlds.

Within the Ling Tian Sword Sect, all the monks could feel the grief of Lord Agarwood.

A kind of deep sadness that I can't see you back, yin and yang are separated, and at the same time, in the hearts of all Ling Tian swordsmen, they can also clearly perceive the thick anger that Lord Agarwood suppressed in their hearts.

A fierce anger, in the midst of grief, rose to the sky.

Mourning and anger, anger and warring.

Ling Tian Sword Ancestor said leisurely: "If you can't let go, this is a shocking catastrophe......"

Sun Hao himself could also perceive that under the sky, it seemed that there were eyes looking at him coldly, waiting for him to go down according to the established pattern, waiting for him to fall into the catastrophe.

Sun Hao took a deep breath, picked up the teacup on the stone table, gently, drank all the tea in the teacup in one gulp, put the teacup down, and said categorically: "This revenge is not avenged, the Dao heart is damaged, no matter if he is shocking, I will spontaneously rush to the crown......"

The sword qi soared into the sky, and Sun Hao roared with the sword like a wounded beast: "If you don't take revenge, you won't be a man." (To be continued.) )