The sun shines golden waves, and the ocean waves are surging.
On this day, another special guest came to the busy Tongzhou Ferry.
Zhu Xiaodu looked at the person in front of him.
A young sword cultivator with black hair and a handsome face.
The appearance of Jianxiu doesn't seem to be any different from those of the cultivators who come and go.
It's just that he has a pair of blood red eyes.
Like a magician. Except that he didn't have the gloomy magic aura of ordinary magic cultivators.
But Zhu Xiaodu still felt cold.
The midday sun was scorching hot, shining on the young Jianxiu in front of him, but it seemed to be completely absorbed by the black clothes on his body, leaving only a cloud of black in his field of vision.
Zhu Xiaodu took a step back.
He has sensed danger.
The young man stepped forward.
Shadows shrouded Zhu Xiaodu.
Those blood-red eyes that are getting closer and closer seem to be about to drip blood, like a beast on the verge of madness.
"Do you know where my master went?"
The other party's voice was hoarse.
Zhu Xiaodu wanted to continue to step back, but suddenly found that his legs were being pinned by something? In the distance.
He swallowed his saliva and replied with a stubborn face: "There are many people coming and going in the ferry port on weekdays. Dare to ask, Dare to ask your Excellency, what kind of clothes did you wear? What clothes do I need? After thinking about it carefully, I will know. Have you ever seen…”
"You have the aura of Master. You have seen him." The other party said.
Zhu Xiaodu wanted to cry without tears, "I greet guests at the ferry every day. I see hundreds of people every day. How do you know who your Excellency is looking for?"
The other side looked at him expressionlessly.
Bamboo Xiaodu wondered if he would be next
However, he heard the other person say hoarsely: "If you have seen someone like Shizun once, you will never forget it."
Hearing this, Zhu Xiaodu instantly remembered the ghost-faced man he met before.
Half a month has passed, and he still can't forget the amazing sword that the ghost-faced man unleashed when the sea beast attacked the ship.
Can't forget what he saw when he pushed open the door in the middle of the night and saw the indescribable beautiful face of the other party.
He hesitated and said, "Is your master, also a swordsman, with a scarlet tear mole at the end of his eye?"
Seeing the expressionless face of Jianxiu in black, a crazy expression suddenly appeared on his face, and Yin Hong's eyes were fixed on him.
"Tell me where he went."
Zhu Xiaodu wanted to speak.
But with the crazy look on the young man's face in front of him, he suddenly hesitated.
Even though the omen of danger in his perception kept reminding him, Zhu Xiaodu forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart and forcibly opened his mouth.
"Since your Excellency is his apprentice, why don't you even know where your master went?"
This sentence seems to ignite something.
Zhu Xiaodu opened his eyes wide in horror.
His neck has been lifted. The young man's hand grabbed his neck, his complexion sank in a thick shadow, the blood-red light in his eyes seemed to have detached from his body, flickering in the air like splattered blood.
The black clothes on the young man also seemed to be blurred in an instant, and there was only a thick black shadow, vaguely humanoid.
The wind was blowing, and the waves roared against the shore.
The shadow also twisted with the sea breeze.
Zhu Xiaodu couldn't touch the ground with his toes. He wanted to call for help, but found that apart from the sound of the waves and the wind, there was no human voice in his ears.
Although it was a lively pier, he seemed to be isolated to another world.
He had never seen such a terrifying power that surpassed that of mortals, and had only heard of it from the mouths of a few sea travelers who passed by occasionally.
The person in front of him—if he could still be called a human being—maybe his cultivation had broken through the six realms of the mortal body and reached the legendary mortal transformation.
Facing the two scarlet lights, Zhu Xiaodu's vision gradually became slack.
It seemed that some pictures flowed out involuntarily in my mind, being read frame by frame, thoroughly.
"Northern Region, Cangzhou."
The man spit out the location that Zhu Xiaodu wanted to hide in a low voice.
After that, Zhu Xiaodu saw the shadows in the sky spread out with claws and claws, swept toward the blue sky.
Zhu Xiaodu fell to the ground.
There was a bang in the ear, and the noise of the surrounding people all returned in an instant.
And the black-clothed sword cultivator whom he had met, had disappeared. It was as if it had never appeared in front of him.
…
Xu Zice was running away.
Once chased by the disciples of the Ghost Sect from the Northern Territory to Central Continent, he has a lot of experience in escaping.
The huge spider puppet behind him stretched out countless arthropods to chase after him, causing gravel to fly in the corridor.
This thing has been chasing him for more than half a month.
In fact, he didn't even know what was going on.
Since he followed the ghost-faced man into the ancient palace, he, who was originally following the other party, only slowed the other party half a step in the long corridor leading to the ground, and lost his way after a corner.
There was no more ghost-faced figure in front of him. The corridor was gloomy and dark. He was alone and waited for a long time in the same place with his big sword in his arms. He didn't wait for the ghost-faced man to come back, so he had to bite the bullet and continue to move forward.
After walking for a while, he realized that something was wrong - the original corridor felt like it was going down, but this time he felt like he was going up continuously.
On the way into a dark underground space, he picked up a few treasures - he swears, he really didn't pick up more. This led to the pursuit of the spider puppet guard.
The corridor is narrow and there is nowhere to hide, so the only option is to keep running forward.
I don't know who built this underground palace, and I don't know what to do and what to do.
Xu Zice suspected that if he continued to chase and flee like this, he would have to exhaust his spiritual power and die inside.
Finally, a light appeared in front of me.
Xu Zice ran out and found that he was still in the ruins before entering the palace, with an open tomb behind him.
He ran out of the tomb.
Different from before, at this time, large tracts of blood had been spilled in the ruins, as well as the corpses of the monks.
There seems to be a fierce battle here, and everything around is very tragic.
Xu Zice blinked.
Suddenly, I saw a monk who was still half-breath not far away, moved towards him with difficulty, and stretched out his hand towards him.
"Save, save me..."
Xu Zice ran over, trying to pull this person, but found that half of the other person's body was gone.
And the one who devoured half of the monk's body was actually the monk's own shadow!
Xu Zice was horrified.
With the sound of gnawing, the cultivator on the ground showed a look of despair on his face. His hand slumped down, and when he left it, he kept muttering: "It's a monster, there's a monster here..."
There was the sound of the spider puppet moving from the exit of the tunnel behind him. Xu Zice had no time to think, so he could only fly up and leave the bloody battlefield. When he ran into the dense forest, he looked back and saw the towering ancient palace in ruins that he and the ghost-faced man had entered. Now it has disappeared without a trace, leaving only an empty black hole. .
There seemed to be a dark shadow standing beside the black hole, swaying wildly in the wind.
Xu Zice rubbed his eyes suspiciously.
Looking at it again, the shadow disappeared again.
The orange-red sunset fell, covering everything with a blood-colored veil.
…
tick.
Is the blood flowing? The sound.
Chen Weiyuan was pinned to the wall by Queying. The long sword pierced through his heart, and blood was dripping from the blade.
The ancient Luo astrolabe has already landed on the ground, and there is a deep crack on the front of the astrolabe.
Ye Yunlan's slender pale hand was holding Quying.
Cyan blood vessels meander above.
It looks fragile and fragile, yet indestructible.
The Xingchen gown on Chen Weiyuan's body was stained red with blood, and his pupils were a little slack. He raised his eyes with difficulty and looked at Ye Yunlan.
"Yunlan, I didn't expect that you would actually attack me..."
The sword intent of stepping on the virtual realm stirred in his body, not only his heart was penetrated, but his entire body and soul were on the verge of collapse.
Chen Weiyuan has simulated the power of a sword in the virtual world countless times. However, Ye Yunlan made very few shots in the previous life, and most of the people who saw him make a sword have already reported to the Yama Underworld. He can only deduce with limited clues.
The Chen Clan's great formation was left behind in ancient times. The original patriarch of the Chen Clan was also a figure who stepped into the Void Realm. The Tailuo astrolabe and formation technique left behind by him are logically able to withstand Ye Yunlan. ? hit.
Only now does he know.
There are some things in this world that just don't make sense.
Such as Ye Yunlan's sword.
Ye Yunlan didn't give him half a look.
With all his strength, he was about to pull out the Shadowless Sword from Chen Weiyuan's body. Chen Weiyuan's body, spirit and soul are on the verge of collapse, and after drawing his sword, he will perish completely.
"...Wait," Chen Weiyuan called to him in a low voice, "Yunlan, don't you want to know that I used the empathy spell to make you completely forget? Who is that person?"
Ye Yunlan: "I don't need? I know."
Chen Weiyuan said: "The Empathy Curse cannot be solved. Even if I die, you will never be able to escape the bondage of the Empathy Curse. Only by drinking the blood of the person you have forgotten can you be truly free. ."
Ye Yunlan was indifferent.
He has used the forbidden technique, and he has not thought about living. Chen Weiyuan's words are farts to him.
Chen Weiyuan saw that he was indifferent, and his expression twisted slightly.
"Linger," Chen Weiyuan suddenly said, "the name of the person you loved back then was called Linger."
"Back then, you were rescued by me outside the Tianzong and brought back to the Chen Clan. I take care of you everywhere. Although you are grateful to me, you still think of her."
Chen Weiyuan's lips curled into a distorted smile, "You love her so much, even in your dreams, you always mutter her name. But now you have forgotten all about her, and keep saying that you love someone else. One person, for the sake of another person, to give up his life."
"But Yunlan, even if you have forgotten it, you can't deny that the person you love is her, and even if it's not me, it's never been a devil—" Chen Weiyuan's voice stopped abruptly.
Ye Yunlan had already pulled out the Queying Sword, and the splashed blood covered the wall.
Chen Weiyuan's pupils dilated, the color inside slowly faded, and he completely lost his life.
A bleak remnant floated from his corpse.
At this moment, a little light suddenly appeared in the Tailuo astrolabe on the ground, wrapping Chen Weiyuan's remnant soul, submerging into the wall of Time City, and going into the void.
Ye Yunlan couldn't stop it, and he didn't plan to stop it.
Outside the time city is the chaotic void, and there is no one who has stepped into the void
In order to make Time City run, most of the energy of the Tailuo Astrolabe was injected into Time City, and the remaining small part was almost completely consumed when he resisted his sword just now.
Chen Weiyuan only had a little bit of remnant soul left, relying on the remaining energy of the Tailuo astrolabe to escape to the void, it was a last resort and a way of lifeless death.
Ye Yunlan didn't look at Chen Weiyuan's body again.
The sword in his hand fell to his side, and blood kept dripping from his lips.
tick.
The blood fell to the ground, like a red plum blossoming.
His hand holding the sword had completely lost its blood, and his face was almost transparent.
Even a head of black hair that flowed like a waterfall began to fade a little bit from the end.
Life passes like sand between fingers.
The divine soul quickly withered and withered after burning to the most splendid moment.
Ye Yunlan walked back a little staggeringly.
Under the ancient wood, before the dark coffin.
This was the place where Divine Phoenix was buried back then.
His life originated from the Ye Clan, and the Ye Clan's bloodline was inherited from Taikoo.
Going around in circles, he actually returned to the origin of the bloodline.
It is also suitable to be his cemetery here.
He was sitting beside the coffin with the Shadowless Sword by his side.
His long hair was spread over his shoulders, with a few strands falling down.
Hair has been like frost and snow.
His life has come to an end.
In a trance, as if seeing the Naihe Bridge, the flowers on the other side are bright red and gorgeous. Someone was waiting there, reaching out to him.
He closed his eyes.