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The connection between the flesh ~ body and the divine soul is getting weaker and weaker, Shen Lian can't help but deeply feel his shortcomings in this regard, the flesh ~ body and the divine soul do not match, which not only makes him easy to go out of the body and practice the Dao magic such as the God Destroying Sword, but also brings him great flaws.

If his soul and soul are combined and become one, it will never be so easy, and the soul will be pulled out of the flesh ~ body.

At this moment, the sandalwood sword on his waist glowed slightly, giving birth to a suction force that helped Shen Lian counteract the pulling force of the conjuring white banner on his divine soul.

At the beginning, Mr. Su said that he had inadvertently comprehended the way of refining, and Shen Lian remembered it in his heart.

During that time, the sandalwood sword actually became a magic weapon that belonged to Shen Lian, but in fact, if there was any special power, it was not.

It's just that the sandalwood sword is like Shen Lian's flesh and blood, it can carry Shen Lian's soul, and the involvement of the two is closer than Shen Lian's flesh ~ body.

Because the sandalwood sword itself is like a blank piece of paper, when Shen Lian cultivated the 'sword qi that has no phase and no phase', it was deeply marked by Shen Lian himself and became a part of Shen Lian.

The boat went down the river, getting closer and closer, and the suction of the white flags gradually increased as the distance approached.

The sandalwood sword trembled slightly in Shen Lian's flesh~ waist, and it was about to fly with Shen Lian's shell several times.

The man in white who sang the sad song of the dead didn't seem to notice Shen Lian, shaking the white flag, which was also a habitual action, and the soul fire of the rest of the living beings stole into the strange white flag one by one.

When he got closer, Shen Lian realized why this lonely boat was white all over, because it was a paper boat.

In the miserable white moonlight, under the lonely lamp, the man in white had no nose, ears, eyes, and feet.

The distance between Shen Lian and the man in white is almost the closest, if he passes this period, then the man in white will go straight down the river and drift away, but if he can't do it, he may be like other stars and soul fires, thrown into the white flag.

The ethereal and hoarse sad song was sung in a language that Shen Lian couldn't understand.

Shen Lian wanted to visualize that innate god several times and tide over the difficulties.

They were all interrupted by the singing.

The white flag's suction was getting stronger and stronger, and Shen Lian could barely resist it.

He struggled to the last bit and the sandalwood sword's mental traction.

The sandalwood sword floated into the air, carrying Shen Lian's soul inside.

At the same time, he flew towards the white flag, but along the way, he drew a mysterious trajectory, and secretly communicated with the 'sword qi that arises from each other'.

Shen Lian wanted to use his divine soul as a sword qi to make a last stand.

It is only a person like him who has not received orthodox cultivation that would be so bold and reckless, turning his soul into a sword, in the form of 'having and not having a sword qi that arises from each other', hoping to avoid this strange white banner by disappearing that distance.

He didn't know what would happen after doing this, because he didn't know where it would go and what would happen when the 'Existence and Non-Mutual Birth Sword Qi' disappeared.

It is not even known whether the sword qi can disappear halfway only with the starting style of 'there is no mutual generation of sword qi', and the sword qi that has not undergone the transformation of the internal qi through the meridians, and only uses the divine soul as the sword.

Suddenly, a bell rang, which made Shen Lian feel familiar.

It was the sound of the bell on the purple woman in the daytime.

The flowing water stopped, the space froze, and Shen Lian almost forgot about himself.

When he came back to his senses, it was the moon and the wind was clear again, and there were still paper boats, lone lamps, white flags and mysterious people in white.

Only the sandalwood sword was stained with water and fell in front of him.

He cautiously went to take the sandalwood sword, and when it touched the water on it, a little green smoke came out of his hand, and he felt a sharp pain.

It was a pain from the divine soul, and just now, his divine soul was actually dissolved a little by the water traces on it, which made him suffer so much.

He had never tried to touch the water of this river, but he didn't expect it to be so terrifying that it could dissolve his soul.

It wasn't until the wind dried up the water trails that Shen Lian cautiously tried to touch the sandalwood sword, and nothing happened before that made him settle down a little.

It's just that when I started, the sandalwood sword sank a lot, and the color was also dark ~ black.

Only the mental connection between the two is the same as in the past, there is no difference.

After entering, the feeling of flesh and blood is still clear.

After this incident, Shen Lian did not continue to walk by the river, but moved away from the river and sped up.

He has always been cautious~ in his actions, and when he found that the river was different, he should not be curious and continue to walk by the river, and at the same time meditate on the side at night.

But he ignored this, and now that he thought about it, it seemed that there was a kind of magic in the river, which made him subconsciously ignore the danger.

After moving away from the river, he sped south and saw a steep cliff before sunset the next day.

The cliff wall is like a knife and an axe chisel, and the sword marks of the Dao Dao are crossed by the sword of the Heavenly Gods.

This kind of shock, if you don't experience it, will never be able to put it into words.

I don't know if it's manpower, fairy power, or the great power of nature, the cliff has long been on the top of the cliff, there is nothing, but there is a human figure standing alone.

Purple robes, wrapped around her body, the breeze blowing her clothes, long hair fluttering, a strand of her perfectly curved lips.

Shen Lian thought in his heart: Is she a human, a ghost or an immortal, or a demon who incarnates a human being.

He could feel the woman looking at him, but she didn't speak.

Of course, across the height of a mountain cliff, I can send the sound down through the mountain wind, and I don't know what terrifying skills are needed.

Shen Lian's martial arts are already considered to be in the realm of mortal dust, and he thinks that it is difficult to do it.

But in a situation that he didn't expect, the woman really spoke, and he was sure that it was the woman on the top of the cliff who was talking to him.

At this time, even from a distance of several hundred miles, Shen Lian could feel the other party's gaze towards him.

He may not be able to forget this moment for a long time, under the sunset, on the top of the cliff, a beautiful and refined girl, with a distant gaze, looking at him, without any impurities.

Of course, what surprised Shen Lian even more was the content of the woman's words.

"Whose child are you, why did you run to Youhe, didn't the adults in your family tell you that you can't go there?" Shen Lian was already a weak-crowned boy, but he was called a child by a woman about his age.

He couldn't have imagined it in any way, but the woman spoke, but it was so natural.

The woman said 'huh' again, clearly through the mountain wind, into Shen Lian's ears, and then she said: "You are not from Nanke Town? ”

From the last sentence, Shen Lian heard a slight anger, and at the same time told the woman that he had the Divine Foot Sutra, which was enough to prove that she was inseparable from Qing Xuan.