After all, Chen Jianmei himself had to admit that Shen Lian was the most qualified person among Qingxuan, besides him, and there was a great possibility of immortality.

So he waited for Shen Lian to answer, and his demeanor was not slow.

His reaction was also expected, Chen Jianmei's Dao heart he couldn't grasp the flaws, but only if he was still in heaven and earth, there were traces to follow in everything he did, and there were no flaws in people, but the world was changing, and there was always an opportunity to take advantage of it.

Yanxu took Shen Lian as a breakthrough, and naturally dragged Chen Jianmei by the way.

Shen Lian groaned slightly, and laughed softly: "Uncle Yanxu, when you gave me a weapon, you still have something to remember about this thing, and the instrument is a tool used to warn yourself by those who are lenient and pardoned.

In your heart, do you regret what you have done in the past, even if you don't think so, but often unconscious actions are just a reflection of your true heart. ”

He doesn't answer rhetorical questions, like a stroke of genius, and like an antelope hanging its horns, it is unexpected.

At this time, Shen Lian echoed Chen Jianmei with the sword intent in his heart, although he did not convey any information, but Chen Jianmei knew it leisurely.

Yan Xuan was wrong about this, he didn't expect Shen Lian to ask a rhetorical question, and there was a moment of hesitation in his heart, at this time, the sword array around him emitted a white sword light, like a rolling river, and it was submerged in an instant, and even the blood-colored light film around him could not resist for half a minute.

The sword array was launched, like a landslide and the ground cracked, the momentum was amazing, extremely powerful, the light only rendered this half of the sky as day, and the soaring murderous aura rushed into the sky, even under the moonlight, the white clouds that came by chance were scattered.

In an instant, the incarnation of Yanxu was already full of holes, and it turned into fine blood smoke, intending to drill out of the sword array.

At this time, Shen Lian's expression was cold, and there was a wisp of sword qi. It had been waiting for a long time, and in an instant it was divided into two, two into four, and four into eight. Even the void trembled, the sound of nourishment was endless, and the sword qi was injected into the sword array, following the changes of the sword array's spiritual wit, checking and filling in the gaps. The blood smoke meets the sword qi, like the snow meets the warm sun, and there is no ability to resist.

But even though the blood smoke was defeated by Shen Lian's sword qi, there was still a touch of blood, looming.

Chen Jianmei's cold face hooked a faint sneer, and there was an extra long sword in his hand, like the light of the sky, without half a murderous aura, leaping forward. The volley was absolutely stabbed, and even the last trace of blood was wiped out.

The blood color was erased, the void was clean, and the moonlight, which was as cool as water, flowed in the void and covered Shen Lian's light blue Dao robe.

And Chen Jianmei was dressed in white, like white clouds, clean and neat, but the moonlight fell on his water chestnut face, as if he had touched ice and snow. Refraction ~ out of the lonely coldness.

"Senior Brother Chen, I want to go back to Qingxuan. Shen Lian stared at the infinite sky, and suddenly a sentence came out.

"What are you going to do?" Chen Jianmei raised his head with his hands in his hands, looking up at the full moon, his mind was silent. There was no joy at all after destroying some of the primordial gods.

"I want to visit the head of the sect, and the head of the sect also said that after I return the Dan, I can return to the mountain. Shen Lian said in a low voice, he was actually not half enthusiastic about the battle in the world. Compared with Chen Jianmei, who is not afraid of everything and slashes all grievances with one sword, Shen Lian is more willing to be at ease in the world and not touch the red dust.

Shen Lian only wanted to do two things next, ask about Ruoxi's whereabouts, and at the same time find a way to treat Zhang Ruoxu.

Chen Jianmei was silent for a while, and then said lightly: "Do what you want, why bother telling me." ”

He turned into a sword light, and suddenly swept through the long sky and left, and he didn't know where to go, the night sky under the moonlight, only a few faint white clouds floated, cold and faint, which made people feel a thousand tastes in their hearts, but they didn't know what to say.

Shen Lian roared, and after a while, Qian Mo and Xiao Xun flew from the distance, one person and two birds, and followed the breeze, and also identified one direction.

Shen Lian didn't plan to go back to Jinguang Temple again, let alone say goodbye to Song Qingyi, although Jinguang Temple might still be in some danger, Shen Lian believed that Song Qingyi could face those difficulties.

If he can't overcome this little hurdle, how can he be Lu Jiuyuan's heir.

Shen Lian was willing to make friends, but he didn't want those old people to be different from him dozens or hundreds of years later. Just as Song Qingyi changed his name to call him Senior Brother Shen, it was not because the difference between the two people's cultivation was too great, even if they did not change their original intentions, it would be difficult for the world to change and the stars would change.

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Outside the Hanhai Sea, it was when Shen Lian first came, passing through the desert where the mirage was hidden, and in the boundless yellow sand, a blood-colored Taoist suddenly appeared, and the moonlight fell near, but he couldn't see his face clearly, or he had no face.

This is a faceless Taoist, but if someone keeps paying attention to him, they will find that his face, which has no facial features, seems to have many phantoms on it, suddenly young, suddenly middle-aged, suddenly old, sometimes like a bearded man, sometimes white-faced and beardless, sometimes elegant, sometimes there is a fierce and banditry on his body, and so on.

As soon as the faceless blood-robed Taoist appeared, a pure bamboo fell straight down from the sky and fell into the yellow sand, the desert had no spiritual energy, no water source, but as soon as the pure bamboo fell, a bamboo sea was born, trapping the faceless blood-robed Taoist in it.

The face of the blood-robed Taoist changed several times, and his body squirmed, like a water rhyme, and finally turned into a young Taoist dressed in a light cyan feather robe, his appearance was quite elegant, but his lips were a little thin, and he looked like a ruthless and indifferent person.

The young Taoist's face looked a little pale, but in the bamboo sea that suddenly appeared, he didn't panic much.

Outside the sea of bamboo, there was also a girl in a cyan Taoist dress, even if it was far away from the bamboo branches and leaves, the young Taoist could feel the other party's cold eyes, teaching him to chill in his heart.

The girl in the cyan Taoist suit, (uukashu.com said: "Yanxu, you can't escape today." ”

Yanxu looked at the girl in the cyan Taoist suit, and the other party was no one else, but his uncle Purple Bell Fairy, a rare strong man in the world.

It was such a cold-looking girl who chased and killed him for five years, so that he didn't have a chance to relax for a moment, so he could only hide in the crowd.

These five years were the most embarrassing days of Yanxu's life, and hundreds of years ago, he would never have imagined that he would be where he is today.

But time again, he won't change anything.

When the Purple Bell Fairy turned into a cyan Dao costume, anyone who was familiar with her knew that it was her other personality that was dominating her.

The Purple Bell Fairy is not a sword cultivator, but after transforming into this personality, her swordsmanship is not inferior to any sword cultivator in the world, and even surpasses it. This personality has another name, called Qingxiao, and this title was first told to him by Biyun.

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(To be continued.) )