Three months later, there were dozens of more tombstones in the back mountain.

Unexpectedly, Brother Wang still left. ”

The bamboo forest is allowed to be noisy by the wind, and the brilliant sunshine looks a little desolate at this time.

In front of the tombstone, the two stood side by side.

"Let's have a drink...... Yan Meng picked up the wine glass and poured a glass for Brother Wang.

Suzu stood aside, silent.

"Let's go......" Turning around, Yan Meng wiped away his tears.

This is the first time that I have sent my brothers away, and many of my classmates dare not look at these tombstones anymore.

"Go back and have a good rest, the sect needs you, this time, that magic weapon of yours has successfully destroyed a small tribe. Outside the door, an old man looked at him and patted him on the shoulder.

"Tomorrow, it will be you who will become the youngest elder in the history of the sect, and you will not be able to face your junior brother with such a haggard look, and now, you are their senior brother and their elder. The old man looked at him in silence.

It seemed that he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say it.

"I know, Master. Yan Meng looked at the old man.

"Tonight, cook me again. ”

The old man turned around and walked away slowly.

This time, it was the turn of the elder to lead the leader.

Night soon came.

This meal, he cooked very richly, and there were only the two of them in the house.

"Sure enough, it's your kid's food that can make me eat well. ”

The smile on the old man's face was as usual, and he didn't seem to be worried about the need to go to fight the Shura clan.

"Master, why, I became an elder, and I will also work with you to deal with those Shura clans. In the end, he said what he had been thinking about for a long time.

"Bastard!" the old man's tone was cold.

The chopsticks slammed down on the table, making a loud sound.

"Do you know how talented you are in refining weapons ever, and do you know what your duties are?" the old man snorted fiercely.

"Can you guarantee how many cultivators will not die so easily?!"

"If you're dead, do you know how much damage it will be to us?!"

The old man pointed his finger at his nose, he had never seen his master so angry.

"But why let me watch from the back as the senior brothers go one by one and never return!"

He doesn't know how long he has been hiding this sentence in his heart, which is also the thoughts of many senior brothers.

"If you live, pass on your refining methods, it will allow more people to live, if you don't do it, they won't do it, who will bring security to those who go there. ”

"Think about it yourself, and tomorrow morning, remember to come and see off Master. ”

After saying that, the old man brushed his sleeves and left.

This battle was the best battle they had achieved, and under the leadership of his master, they held it for five years.

In the sixth year, there are dozens more tombstones in the back mountain.

The bamboo forest is still lush, but the light and shadow are mottled and the shadows are gone.

"Go back, it's going to rain. Suzu stood behind him, holding an umbrella, and the green shadow brought desolation.

Next to her was her master's tombstone, and they went and left on the same day.

The two of them have stumbled all their lives, but they didn't expect to be together when they left.

"Hmm. Yan Meng responded.

Suzu was silent, her eyes tangled.

"Why don't you leave?" Yan Meng turned around.

"Tomorrow, don't come to see me off. In the end, she still felt that she should make it clear to him.

Although they all chose to hide it from him, she felt that he should know.

"Hmm......" Yan Meng was silent in a low voice.

Xiao Ling bit her lip, and finally felt that the secret in her heart should be told to him.

"My surname, Weimu, my full name, Mu Xiaoling, this secret is only you and I know, I hope you can remember me. ”

She was also scared, lonely, and she wanted someone who would remember her deeply, the one she wanted him to remember.

"In the future, I will have another name, called Mu Yanmeng. Yan Meng looked at her.

"Wait until I get back......"

Looking at the figure in the distance, Mu Xiaoling whispered.

The next day, the morning light shone, the earth was golden, and the cauliflower under the mountain gate danced with the wind.

"I'm going too. ”

Yan Meng carried a long sword on his back, and his handsome eyes were resolute.

"Go back! you go back for me!" Mu Xiaoling resolutely drew his sword.

"No way! I can't watch you leave me, even if I die, I'm going to be with you. Yan Meng's tone was resolute.

"Khooth!"

Mu Xiaoling swung down his sword and slashed between the two.

"If you step on this line, I will see you later!I will kill you!" Resisting the mist in her eyes, she had to make this decision.

"Elder, please go back!

The disciples took out their weapons, and their tones were resolute.

"Why can you go to the front, why, I can't do it now!?"

Gripping the sword in his hand, he didn't need to live like this, he didn't want to look at the tombstones on the mountain behind him again and again, and keep adding their names.

"Elder please go back! If the elder crosses this line, we will not show mercy!"

The disciples did not give him a chance.

"Let's go!"

Mu Xiaoling held back her tears, resolutely turned around, and turned into a green streamer and left.

Behind him, the disciples who went to the ground turned into streamers one by one and followed the green light.

"You are alive and able to protect more people. A middle-aged man appeared beside him.

"I used to be like you, but I can't go, no matter what, we're the last sure. ”

"Boss, I'm ......"

"Go back, our duty is to protect more people, I know you are suffering, but there are many people who are suffering as much as you. ”

Yan Meng put away his sword.

"If you refine that bell to the immortal level, I will allow you to go to her alone. The boss looked at him, "I hope that my pain will not be repeated, but I don't know right or wrong." ”

The sun, with its breath, warmly.

Three months later, the bell became an immortal weapon, giving the name, the magic bell.

Then on that day, he said goodbye to the sect and went forward.

Then, I met a man who taught him the knife technique, his surname was Xiao, and he used the knife technique.

The trip lasted three months, and he found her.

He saw those monstrous Shura people, he saw those crazy existences.

He also saw that the defensive formation was shattered, and he saw that the green figure, in the sky, attracted the thunder.

Between heaven and earth, between mountains and rivers, those mountains that disappear in an instant.

Wave after wave of people rushed up to the ground, like thousands of ants.

Heaven and earth, 100-meter array, through the sky.

No one chooses to keep their hands, between heaven and earth, one will be dark, and the other will be normal.

Cruelty, accompanied by the attack that soared into the sky, blasted through the clouds.

Underground, suddenly, burst, and magma rose from the ground.

The statue of the formation as high as the sky, with majesty, waved the sword in his hand, and swept tens of thousands of figures in the golden light.

A giant dragon swooped down from the sky, bringing countless lightning and thunder.

A hideous white figure, hundreds of meters high, kicked at the golden light array legal statue.

The dragon was covered in a river of blood in the blink of an eye, and it didn't even let out a wail.

It was the practice of the Styx Ancestor, and it seemed to be his disciple.

"Jingle bell!" A man picked up the bell in the mountains and rivers where the sound of fighting was endless.

Desperate, he came to the woman in green.

"Why are you here?" Mu Xiaoling looked at him, ignoring the wound on his face.

"With the permission of the master, this is my gift to you, a gift that has been overdue for more than ten years. Yan Meng looked at her.

"Be careful!" Mu Xiaoling took Yan Meng's hand and pulled him towards him.

In his hand, a sword was swung out.

"Poof!" a shapeshifting Shura clan of several hundred meters was pierced by her sword light.

Falling towards the two of them, Mu Xiaoling took Yan Meng's hand and quickly dodged.

"You're a good gift. Mu Xiaoling leaned her back against him.

"It's a pity I came too late. "There aren't many of them anymore, I don't know how many Shura people there are.

I only know that it is the inner layer and the outer layer that surround them.

"Are you afraid of death?" Mu Xiaoling suddenly spoke.

"You know, I never wanted to leave you, so," Yan Meng held a bell in one hand and a sword in the other, "how could I be afraid of death." ”

"It's just a pity that my knife was given to a young man. ”

"Can you ring the bell for me again? After today, there shouldn't be the two of us." Mu Xiaoling looked at those Shura clans.

"Jingle Bell ......"

The ringing soothed the cultivators who were still doing the final battle, and at the same time greatly reduced the abilities of the Shura clan who relied on rage.

"After today, I think, I have an extra name. Mu Xiaoling said, "Actually, Yan Xiaoling is not bad, but unfortunately, we thought we would die a little more tragically, it seems impossible." ”

"But at least, no one can tear us apart. Looking at the dark Shura clan, he knew that he couldn't go back, and those former brothers and sisters also thought the same way.

However, there are no regrets.

"Today is a good day for us to get married, with so many people with us, we don't lose anything. Yan Meng leaned his back against Mu Xiaoling.

"Use the spiritual power of the two of us to summon another lightning strike to celebrate for us. Mu Xiaoling held the sword in both hands, and spiritual power was injected.

"Jingle Bell~"

The magic bell rang, resounding through the mountains and rivers, resounding throughout the earth, and also resounding through the bamboo forest.

With the other hand, the sword is raised, and the tips of the two swords touch.

Above the sky, dark clouds and lightning thundered, followed by thunder.

The last shield was raised, and the two men were backed by each other.

"Sword ......" has no sadness, only determination.

"Go!"

The last two sword lights flew towards the Shura clan who were gathered together.

"Click!"

A lightning bolt large enough to devour a mountain slammed straight to the ground, blasting towards them in the center.

The magic bell moved in response, and the golden light it possessed blocked most of the thunder and lightning.

Looking from afar, the strong man of the Shura clan wanted to escape, but he was instantly wiped out.

Layer upon layer, and then layer upon layer......

Then, a man with a hat, and a passionate woman in red beside him.

Between heaven and earth, falling into the night, a bright moon rises.

The beautiful woman in red, a sword, fluttering slowly, and her figure was also beautiful.

In the end, the woman in red stopped, and those Shura tribes all turned into powder.

"Little Suzu, I will accompany you in the future. The latter nodded.

In this world, their last conversation was left.