"Huh?"

A cry of surprise came from Yunmo's mouth.

When that black fire was fully revealed, a huge sense of crisis swept through Yun Mo's body, as if a sleeping ancient beast slowly opened its eyes, revealing its fangs.

Suddenly, Yunmo seemed to return to the beach of the island, back to the violent beast.

He couldn't help but compare the cow to the black fire. If the power of the Kui Niu comes from its fury and fierceness, which is the limit of its strength, then this inconspicuous black fire, which is even hidden by the colorful flames that flutter around the periphery, is like a poisonous snake, quietly lurking, killing with one blow.

But now Yunmo, can he still play a stunning blow when facing Kui Niu?

No one knows, including Yunmo himself!

He can only do his best to mobilize his true qi and devote himself to the slowly stirring Taiji diagram, at this moment there is no victory or defeat in his heart, no life and death, no entanglement between advance and retreat, in his mind, there is only the Taiji diagram that is still rotating!

If there was someone on the other side, if the burning man's sanity was still there, he would definitely find that Yunmo's eyes had changed color together, one as deep as the night sky and as black as the other, and the other as white as warm jade!

It seems that the eyes of yin and yang on the Taiji diagram.

In those eyes that were as plain as the waves of an ancient well, there seemed to contain the power of the evolutionary world!

The black flame that was constantly pressing down suddenly stopped and trembled.

There was only a foot between them.

The Taiji diagram is still turning unhurriedly. And the two sides across the Taiji diagram seemed to have tacitly transported their strength, and two powerful coercive pressures ran towards the middle at the same time.

The thick clouds that shrouded the night sky seemed to be alarmed by the fact that these two forces were constantly colliding, and they tore apart and broke a hole in the middle.

The bright moonlight projected through this gap, enveloping the two of them, adding a mysterious haze.

It's as if, in this silent night, a silent mime is being staged, and it is about to be performed until the end of the night! All the ups and downs of the plot this night will come to an end in the upcoming collision of forces.

Just waiting, Yunmo slowly pushed out his left hand and touched the center of the Taiji diagram.

At this moment, his chest suddenly trembled, and the black fire trembled slightly.

"Sting!" the sound of the clothes on Yunmo's chest breaking.

A ring-shaped object leaped out of the air, silently suspended in mid-air, between the clouds and the burning man.

It's not just a coincidence, the ring just fills the white eye position of the slowly rotating Taiji Tu Yin Fish, the hole of the "Three Wonders Pure Yang".

The turquoise jade ring was inlaid with small mirror-like, red-colored flakes, which glowed with a sacred and solemn light under the interplay of the raging fire and the pure moonlight.

Xuanhuojian.

It has been forgotten by Yunmo since it was obtained, and it has been used as a heart shield in its arms, and it has taken the initiative to show its power for the first time.

The two yin and yang pisces, which seemed to be chasing their tails alternately, suddenly stopped turning.

The dark red lines swam along the Taiji fishing line, flickering and disappearing, and finally merged into the Xuanhuo Jian. Each time it absorbed a trace of the mysterious power carried by the dark red red line, the Xuanhuo Jian became brighter, and soon a dense pattern was formed on the thin sheet—an awkwardly shaped flame totem was distributed on it, and with the flow of red light, it came to life, giving people the illusion that the next moment, this ancient flame would immediately burn and sway. Break free from the shackles of this Xuanhuojian.

I don't know when, when Yunmo's attention was devoted to the Xuanhuo Jian, the flame on the opposite side continued to shrink, from the shape of a blooming chrysanthemum to a chaotic sphere, and then slowly extinguished and converged, outlining the shape of a human body.

In the end, the body of the Incense Valley disciple was gradually revealed, and those flames slowly seeped into his body like a tide, and then disappeared.

Reaching out and clasping the hair, there was constantly oozing sweat and being continuously dried by the high temperature, and unconsciously formed a layer of dry, hard and brittle membrane shell clinging to the skin. Rubbing off the salt grains precipitated by the sweat in a daze, and hearing the footsteps from the "rustle" behind him, Yunmo suddenly didn't know what time of the season was, and he didn't know how long he had been confronting the burning man here.

"Uh......" Zhou Xian's arrival not only woke up Yunmo, but also woke up the glazed-eyed Incense Valley disciple.

The corners of his mouth trembled, and he looked around, looking at the bright village illuminated by the flames everywhere, looking at the blackened ruins in the distance, and suddenly he half-raised his hands and roared to the sky.

"Ah!" blinked out of the corners of his eyes, but they were dry and dry, and he could not shed a single tear.

Secretly sighing, Yun Mo shook his head slightly, his left arm waved slowly, and the Dao True Qi condensed into rain, and began to pour all the way along the burning street.

It seems that that mysterious power has been drained by the Xuanhuo Jian, and the remaining flames have lost the caste that does not burn anything, and they are easily extinguished when exposed to water.

"Ahh

You know, the man's clothes have long been turned into ashes in the flames.

The scream woke the mad man, and he turned his gaze, only to be caught by the Xuanhuo Jian, which was still flickering in the air.

"Xuanhuo...... Jian?" He suddenly saw this important treasure of the sect, and he was excited and wanted to take a step forward and grab it.

But his fingers were caught in the air, and he only took a step forward before he collapsed with no support from his body.

Yunmo's body flashed, and he took a step forward to mix him.

"Qingyun's ...... Senior Brother Yun?" Yun Mo nodded, expecting that he had seen himself on Liubo Island.

"Original...... So ......" The man looked at the Xuanhuo Jian in the air, and then at the cloud ink, and his face showed a look of understanding.

Yunmo frowned, this matter finally leaked out, although he was not very afraid, but in the end it was a trouble.

But he didn't expect that the young disciple would change his words, but he would never mention this Xuanhuo Jian again: "Senior Brother Yun is here...... That couldn't be better...... I just wanted to go back to this village, see Uncle Liu and his little granddaughter again, and have another meal at the farmer's house, but I didn't expect that this village would ...... Was...... It was destroyed in my hands...... "The strength he gave birth to somewhere: "Senior Brother Yun, please...... Help them ...... Rebuild their homes, they are all ...... Good guy ......"

Seeing Yun Mo nodding heavily, he finally let go of his hand, his body was paralyzed as if he had exhausted his strength, the focus of his eyes gradually narrowed, and he didn't know which distant time and space he flew to, releasing an astonishing look: "I'm relieved, hopefully...... Hopefully, in the next life, I can come back here and be with them...... Living in peace...... "His thoughts were carried by the wind, floating in the night sky, passing through the prison of time, returning to that ordinary but warm time.

His lips finally stopped moving, and Yunmo slowly withdrew, took off his robe, and wrapped him flat on the ground.

Standing up slowly, his heart was so heavy, the disciple of the Incense Valley who didn't even have his name left, rekindled the memories in his heart that he didn't want to remember, and the even heavier sorrow for the future.

How can we protect those who are worth cherishing, avoid the tragedy of one after another, and break this damn fate?

Is it true that the trajectory of fate that has been traced for a long time cannot be changed?

Thinking of Su Rutian's difficult ending, thinking of Dao Xuan's final chapter, and the blue shadow that disappeared forever between heaven and earth, Yunmo suddenly questioned the rationality of the existence of fate so fiercely, but he was so powerless.

The shoulders sank, and it was the palm that Zhou Xian gently patted.

"Senior, why do you say that there are so many joys and sorrows in this world, and so many unsatisfactory ones. This junior brother, his wish is just to return to this village to live an ordinary life, why such a simple wish needs to be paid with his life!" Yunmo's voice gradually became angry, Xiaohuan bit his lower lip, tilted his head, looked at Yunmo who was inexplicably excited, and then looked at the young man lying flat on the ground.

"Alas......" Zhou Zhou Xian sighed, his voice seemed to be a little more old and tired: "There are some things, no matter how hard you try, the result you want cannot happen, not because you are unlucky, nor because you didn't do your best, but because in those things, your factors are not the ones who determine the surname." ”

"Then I'll do the factor that determines the surname!" Ignoring Zhou Xian's gloomy sigh, Yunmo stood up suddenly, his tall figure bathed in the moonlight, but he couldn't hide the two firm lights in his eyes!

"What fate, fate, it's just because my own strength is not strong enough, if I can easily defeat Kui Niu at that time, if I can deal with the attack of the four sects of the Demon Dao with my own strength at that time, if I can confront the power of the Zhuxian Sword Formation head-on at ......that time! Will everything that happens in the rest still happen?" Yunmo asked himself frantically in his mind.

"No! If I am strong enough to have enough say in the handling of the sect's affairs, then all the tragedies that follow can be completely avoided!"

"All I lack is strength. ”

He suddenly felt very lucky, glad that he was able to experience this dangerous battle in such a remote village, glad that the voice from his heart could wake him up at the critical moment, and glad that he could see his own path of struggle in this young disciple in the end!

"Whew!" a breath of turbidity, exhaling depression.

Yunmo, who had a good mind, turned around suddenly, and felt a lot cuter when he saw Zhou Da flickering at Xuanhuo Jian who was pointing fingers at Xuanhuojian.

"Boy, it's too early to wake up!"

Yunmo was stunned.