Although Ling Xuan couldn't cultivate the Yin and Yang Transformation Technique, he knew that the Yin and Yang Transformation Technique had an extreme method called 'Life Burning', and the user would detonate his body at the cost of his life, causing more than a hundred times the damage. Although the burning of life is different from the self-explosion of the primordial infant, it has the same effect.

"Master, don't!"

'Boom!'

Ling Xuan watched Zeng Nianyu's jade body, which was as clean and flawless as the first snow, suddenly exploded, like a brilliant firework blooming in the vast night sky, as if the dazzling white light like the sun shot out, lighting up the entire night sky in an instant, and an incomparable energy fluctuation shook all around, the heavens and the earth changed color, and the wind suddenly rose.

Ling Xuan was suddenly suffocated, and looked quietly, although his handsome face was full of pain, it was so quiet, and that kind heart, followed by that strange white light, was instantly shattered.

In the distance, Ye Bufan and other hundreds of Heavenly Sword Sect disciples suddenly heard a muffled sound between heaven and earth, and immediately, in the night sky dozens of miles ahead, another bright moon suddenly flashed, echoing with the bright moon above their heads, reflecting each other, and the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect who were still within the five peaks clearly felt that the peak that towered into the sky shook violently, as if there had been an earthquake.

Ao Jian Tian bore the brunt of the impact, and was impacted by that incomparable power fluctuation, and the thousands of qi walls he hastily formed were all destroyed in an instant, and that power flashed, his whole body was shocked, and his face turned pale in an instant.

The dazzling white light like the sun flickered slightly, and the heaven and earth returned to their original color, and the bright moon in the sky silently threw like water, and the woman who was clear and jade was already fragrant and jade.

"Master!!!"

Ling Xuan's heart-rending shouts echoed between heaven and earth, mixed with despair, sadness, and remorse...... Waiting for feelings, chasing after the life that fell like a star, it rushed into the sky, the starry sky was shocked, and rushed to the ears of countless disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect, they felt the same way, and suddenly fell into tears.

As strong as Ao Jian Tian, he was also shaken by the majestic power fluctuations, but it was only so, he adjusted slightly for a while, and there was no big problem. But Zeng Nianyu would rather die to save Ling Xuan, and beat him to the point of embarrassment, which already angered him, but seeing his cold face and his figure flashing, he chased after Ling Xuan, and said: "Yang Ming's good daughter, hum, even if it is so, you can't save him." ”

However, he didn't chase far away, and suddenly a green shadow suddenly appeared in front of him, stopping him, he hurriedly stopped, his face changed, and exclaimed: "Purple Bamboo Monk!"

The blue shadow was hazy, as if it was only formed by the surrounding air, and had no substance, and he said in a harmonious voice: "Proud Sect Master, the heavens have the virtue of a good life, why do you need to kill them all?"

Ao Jiantian's face was cold, and he said, "Monk Zizhu, if you want to interfere in the internal affairs of this sect, don't forget the agreement between you and me. ”

The green shadow said: "Proud Sect Master, what you have done is not clear to others, but the poor Dao is very clear. ”

Ao Jiantian was shocked and said, "What do you want?"

"Proud sect master, you have to forgive people and spare people, poor words are all here, I hope that the proud sect master will do it himself. ”

With that, the green shadow shook a few times, dissipating out of thin air as it had come.

"Hmph, Brother Zizhu, I will give you three thin noodles today, but if we meet again in the future, Ling Xuan will die. ”

Ao Jiantian hesitated for a moment, and finally snorted unwillingly, and waved his sleeves back.

Beware of shattering, when minds crumble, when hope is full of despair, man becomes the walking dead.

Ling Xuan didn't know where he was, and he didn't even know if he was still alive, his world, like his heart, was spinning and falling apart in an instant. Although the sun is shining today, his world has no more brilliance, there is no sunshine, his whole person, his whole broken heart, is soaked in despair like water, he hides in a dark corner, crying silently, screaming silently.

He hated it so much, hated the injustice of the Heavenly Dao, hated the ruthlessness of the Proud Sword Heaven, and hated his own incompetence. It was himself who pushed her to death step by step. Why did he come to the Heavenly Sword Sect? If he didn't come, she wouldn't have lost her fragrance, although that strong longing tormented him like an evil demon, he at least knew that she was safe and sound, and knew that she was also looking forward to him.

Knowing this, he wished that he would be trapped in the bottomless abyss and never come out, how much he hoped that the Bloody Shura would completely erase his divine consciousness and turn him into an unconscious puppet, and how much he hoped that on that day, the Red Ghost King would be a little more ruthless and kill him with one blow.

But it was too late, she left, taking all his hope with him, and his world was only colorless despair, full of self-blame and ...... Hate.

She's gone, he's survived, why can't it be reversed? Why can't it be reversed? Why, can't it be reversed.

In the depths of the Tianshan Mountains, far away from the Heavenly Sword Sect, there is a purple bamboo forest about 100 miles, the purple bamboo is dense, from a distance, the deep purple is a piece, and the surrounding green forest forms a sharp contrast, like a purple floating algae in the verdant ocean;

At this time, Ling Xuan was lying flat on a flat ground outside Zizhu Yaju, staring blankly at the bamboo leaves above his head. The bright sunlight shines through the layers of dense leaves, mottled and sprinkled down, and the yellow bamboo leaves in late autumn fall off, scattered all over the sky and desolate.

Beside him, there was a woman in purple, this woman was born with a lovely and lovely life, especially her big crystal clear blue eyes, like the two brightest stars in the sky, and like two dark blue gems, pure and unblemished. She lightly held her delicate jaw and looked at Ling Xuan curiously, showing a thoughtful look, her bright big eyes looking childish. On her shoulder, a palm-sized three-legged monster bird squatted, turning back from time to time to comb its fiery red feathers, and the little bird's eyes were extremely smart.

It has been a year since Zeng Nianyu fell, but Ling Xuan has been imprisoning himself in grief and remorse, for a year, he has been lying here every day, looking up at Zizhu, without saying a word, without crying or making trouble, coming out of the dawn and returning at sunset.

Inside the house, a soft voice from the Shangqing people came and said, "Zi'er, come and bring the food to him." ”

"Oh. ”

Hearing this, Zi'er, a woman in purple, got up and ran into the house, and after a while, she ran out happily with a plate of stewed bamboo shoots, she came to Ling Xuan's side, squatted down again, looked at Ling Xuan, and then looked at the bamboo shoots in her hand, made a thoughtful gesture, and said to herself: "My brother sleeps here every day, why don't you grow bamboo shoots but eat bamboo shoots?"

When the three-legged monster bird heard this, it suddenly flapped its wings and squeaked, laughing like a scholar, Zi'er immediately stared at it with wide eyes, and said, "Stinky bird, don't laugh." You see, my parents also sleep here, and they grow a lot of bamboo shoots every spring, so why can't my brother?"

The three-legged monster bird froze, and suddenly the bird's eyes rolled, and a squeak fell from her shoulder to the ground, and then it flapped its wings violently, and the squeak became more and more unscrupulous.

Zi'er blinked her big dark blue eyes, revealing a thoughtful look, and no longer cared about it, the three-legged monster bird Red Feather was intuitively bored, so it stopped screaming, it flapped its wings, and gently jumped to Ling Xuan's throat, the white beak gently pecked at his jaw, and he opened his mouth, Zi'er stretched out two fingers, gently picked up a piece of bamboo shoot and put it in his mouth, and the three groups of strange birds pecked Ling Xuan's jaw again, Ling Xuan chewed lightly a few times, and spit it out.

For a whole year, one person and one bird cooperated to feed Ling Xuan like this.

Unexpectedly, there was an accident today, when Zi'er prepared the second bamboo shoot to feed Ling Xuan, Ling Xuan suddenly turned over and sat up, a trace of essence flashed in his eyes, and Zi'er was startled Zi'er and screamed, the bamboo shoot in his hand fell to the ground, and Hongyu was so frightened that he squeaked several times and hurriedly flew into the air.

"I got it, I got it, I finally got it. ”

Ling Xuan muttered to himself as if he hadn't noticed Zi'er beside him. Zi'er looked at him, her face was full of fear, and she ran into the house with a scream, "Master, he, he's alive, he's alive!"

Shangqing Zhenren is thin, with a flowery beard, although he is nearly sixty years old, he has a ruddy complexion, he is wearing a cyan robe, and the Taoist bones are fairy. He slowly walked out of the bamboo house, looked at Ling Xuan, with a smile on his face, and said, "I don't know what you understand?"