Although Ling Xuan's current strength is not yet able to exert all the abilities of the Creation Immortal Hu, however, it can be controlled by simply absorbing the energy of all things, and refining the energy of all things can be automatically operated without Ling Xuan's deliberate action, in the future, as long as Ling Xuan continues to provide the Creation Immortal Hu with all kinds of heavenly and earthly treasures, flying sword herbs, and the Creation Immortal Hu, he will be able to refine them into various pills.

The most important thing is that Ling Xuan found that the Creation Immortal Hu could quench the flying sword, thereby improving the grade of the flying sword, although he didn't know if the Creation Immortal Hu could quench all the flying sword magic weapons, but after discovering the effect of the Creation Immortal Hu, Ling Xuan would no longer lack the pill flying sword, on the long road of cultivating immortals, this is a difficult thing to find, how many chances do you need to have this honor?

However, Ling Xuan knew very well that he didn't know how to forge swords and alchemy, although the Creation Immortal Hu could complete it independently, but no one took special care of the pills he refined, and there must be a gap in quality. For example, the few flying sword magic weapons he took away last time were not bad in texture, but he only refined a few ordinary pills, and it was a reason for no one to take care of it.

Thinking of the Erji Sect, Ling Xuan couldn't help but think of the white clothes of Xi Suqun, and the person with bright eyes and bright teeth, and ice and jade. He touched the Xianle box that had been placed close to his chest, that was the place that haunted his dreams, but he didn't know if that person was safe? Although she was only separated from him by a thin coat, Ling Xuan had a feeling of the end of the world, since he put Zeng Nianyu's remnant soul into the box, Ling Xuan couldn't help but want to open the Xianle box many times to see if Zeng Nianyu was safe, but he didn't dare, he was afraid that as soon as he opened the Xianle box, Zeng Nianyu's soul would be gone, and that was a blow he couldn't bear.

Now, putting aside the hatred of the master who was wrapped in fog, he wanted to go to the Qiankun Wonderland in the next moment to find the Shangqing people, only he was Zeng Nianyu's only hope.

Ling Xuan sighed: "Master, I don't know if Xiao Xuanzi has the life to find the Qiankun Wonderland, but don't worry, even if Xiao Xuanzi dies, he will never insult the master." ”

Zi'er didn't know when she came to Ling Xuan's side, and when she heard this, she said softly, "Brother, do you think of your sister-in-law again?"

Ling Xuan was stunned, then smiled bitterly and said, "Zi'er, don't talk nonsense, she is my master." ”

Zi'er pursed her lips cutely and said, "Where are people talking nonsense, the person who my brother thinks about it for a long time must be a sister-in-law, even if it is not today, it will definitely be in the future." ”

Ling Xuan looked into the depths of the dense forest and said, "This situation and this scene, quiet and nostalgic, can't help but be sad. Zi'er, why don't you play a song for your brother?"

Zi'er was very happy, but soon gloomy, and said: "Now that we are fleeing for our lives, where can we be so public, the burst of silver light released by Brother Shicai's flying sword will probably attract the enemy, if I play it again, won't I tell the enemy where we are hiding." ”

Ling Xuan said with a smile: "Although we are in a desperate situation of ten deaths and no life, but when we are happy, we will be happy, why bother with anything else, life and death are fate, wealth is in the sky, if God wants me to die at this time, how can I avoid it in vain." Besides, the rhythm you play is so charming that listening to it once makes me unforgettable, and I can listen to it again before I die, and I will die without regrets. ”

Hearing Ling Xuan's praise, Zi'er was overjoyed and said, "Really, which song does my brother want to hear? ”

Ling Xuan said: "Why don't I chant a poem, and you play a song according to the artistic conception of the poem?"

Zi'er thought about it and gladly accepted it. Ling Xuan turned his back and looked at the depths of the pitch-black dense forest, his thoughts seemed to have instantly returned to the Second Extreme Sect, the carefree and unforgettable life, after a while, he adjusted his mood and said softly: "

Cold residual smoke

The dream is broken in the early autumn moon

Early autumn month

Welcome to the clouds

And parting

Leave the sorrow and wander without people

When will the deceased be broken?

Temporary Disability Covenant

The immortal family is in a desperate situation

Jinluan Palace. ”

Although the poem is just a casual little poem, the strong sadness in it jumps on the surface, Zi'er was slightly stunned, embarrassed, and said: "Brother, this ......"

Ling Xuan smiled gloomily: "Just blow it." ”

Looking at Ling Xuan's eyes that were filled with sadness, Zi'er felt a slight pain in her heart, stopped speaking, and slowly sacrificed the purple fairy flute and put it to her lips, and with the gentle flicking of her ten fingers, a sad melody slowly floated out, floating in the dim dense forest. The flute is melodious and tactful, and it is sad and choked, as if it is telling the bleak scene of a pair of infatuated lovers who want to see each other again after parting with each other, but never see each other.

Ling Xuan wandered in the sad melody to his heart's content, his thoughts followed the sad melody, immersed in all kinds of sad experiences in the past, with the ups and downs of the melody, Ling Xuan's mood fluctuated violently, sometimes his face was happy, sometimes his face was painful, and sometimes he sighed for a long time.

Zi'er played with her heart, a pair of big blue eyes never left Ling Xuan for a moment, seeing his painful and sometimes sad face at that time, Zi'er seemed to be able to feel Ling Xuan's mood, that heart-wrenching feeling, empathize, Zi'er, who has always been carefree, never left tears, two tears, slowly rolled down from the corners of her eyes, she whimpered in her heart: "Brother, tell me, what can I do to alleviate the pain in your heart?"

Zi'er was already crying happily when the song of the Broken Requiem ended, and when she put down the purple fairy flute, she threw herself into Ling Xuan's arms like a child, crying to her heart's content, and said, "Brother, I'm ...... I miss Master!"

Ling Xuan's heart was unbearable, but he supported her strongly, comforting her with kind words.

It wasn't until a bright moon rose in the east that the sad mood of the two was relieved a little, and they cried to their heart's content, Zi'er recovered quickly, and there were still tear stains in the corners of her eyes, but she happily hugged Ling Xuan's arm and laughed and laughed. Ling Xuan tapped the tip of her cute nose and smiled helplessly.

Zi'er wrinkled her nose playfully, and said coquettishly: "Brother, let's talk about it, no one is allowed to be sad in the future." ”

The two returned to the place where a few people were resting, Hua Cuicui and the three demon spirit tigers heard Zi'er's sad flute, and they had already woken up, sitting opposite each other at this time, chatting softly, seeing the two coming over, Zi'er still had tears on her face, Hua Cuicui got up, smiled lightly at the two, and wisely avoided the sad topic, and said: "Senior Brother Ling, I think the chasing soldiers will chase after them soon, let's start early." ”

Ling Xuan nodded, and the Three Demon Spirit Tigers said in confusion, "Let's go, where are we going?"

Zi'er smiled: "Stupid tiger, of course it's the end of the world." ”

As he spoke, the four of them each took out their flying swords and flew into the dim sky, heading towards the southwest. There were no more places for people in the Central Plains, and subconsciously, Ling Xuan thought that only by going to sea and going overseas to find an uninhabited island could a few people avoid the pursuit of people in the righteous path.

However, the four of them flew out of less than a hundred miles away, and they were intercepted by a group of ten scattered cultivators, and the person at the head claimed to be Shengyuanzi, who was the leader of the scattered cultivation in the South China Sea. The other nine people were the nine Dharma protectors around him, and their cultivation was above the early stage of Jindan.

The interception and killing of the combination of ten Jindan Dao cultivators was fatal to Ling Xuan, any one of them could easily take the lives of the other three except Zi'er, but with the presence of Zi'er, who had unfathomable cultivation, it was destined that the ten scattered cultivators would not end well.

Ling Xuan and the three of them were naturally not the opponents of the ten, Zi'er volunteered to resist the full attack of the ten scattered cultivators with her own strength, but she did not fall behind at all, and in the third round, she shocked the ten scattered cultivators with the power of the purple fairy flute and flute, and then launched a thunderous blow, and the ten scattered cultivators were defeated and fled in a hurry.

At three o'clock in the afternoon of the next day, the four of them were intercepted again by a group of fifteen overseas cultivators, and the person at the head was still Sheng Yuanzi. The fifteen Jindan Dao cultivators were scattered, and Zi'er still seemed to be able to deal with them easily, and in the fifth round, she defeated Sheng Yuanzi with lightning speed, captured him, and forced the remaining fourteen to retreat. After the fourteen overseas cultivators left, Ling Xuan released the Holy Yuanzi.

On the third day, the four of them were once again intercepted by Sheng Yuanzi and thirty overseas cultivators, and most of the people who accompanied them were cultivated on Jindan Avenue. Thirty people attacked together, Zi'er was a little difficult to deal with, and the three of them had to join the battle group, and in the end, at the cost of the three demon spirit tigers and Hua Cuicui being injured, they forced back thirty loose cultivators.