There is a difference between animals and animals

Fu Ruochen took down the Xuanshuang Sword, "The soul-locking lamp is on the top of the demon tower, on the thirteenth floor. After entering the tower, if you want to return safely, the Xuanshuang Sword is essential."

"Thank you Master for making it happen."

Gu Yuan took the Xuanshuang sword, and went straight to the demon tower without looking at the immobilized Ling Feng Lingyun.

To the south of Beiming Xianshan Mountain are Canghai disciples who practice swords and discuss Taoism. They all wear white Taoist robes. Only the disciples with the pattern of returning to the dust on the sleeves are the real disciples of the immortal sect. The rest of the new disciples have white robes. There is no case for flowers.

Yan Chenzhou is Cang Hai's great disciple, standing on the sword platform at this time, he already has a bit of master's calmness.Today's Yan Chenzhou frowned, puzzled for a long time, and for some reason, the two masters specially ordered all the disciples to gather here, and not to leave even half a step until nightfall.

Yan Chenzhou saw a person walking towards the direction of the demon tower, holding the Xuanshuang sword in his hand.

"Uncle Master?"

Seeing Guyuan in Canghai, the first person Yan Chenzhou thought of was Qingping, and he couldn't help feeling a little more melancholy.He was thinking in his heart, whether the uncle returned to Canghai alone or brought someone with him.If there really was, would it be Qingping?

In front of Yan Chenzhou's eyes, he seemed to see that person with great sword skills again, a woman in a green dress and light clothes, holding a sword as bright as the moon and snow.

Most likely, some people in this world who suffer from lovesickness are just wishful thinking, and they are full of thoughts and sorrows, and they are all empty years.

Fu Ruochen waited quietly by the sea, looking at the light boat stranded aside, her heart was as calm as the vast water surface, unprecedentedly calm.

This is the boat that Guyuan came in. Wait a moment, and Guyuan will leave in this boat.

Returning to the dust, the flowers depend on each other, standing quietly at the foot of the fairy mountain, blooming in the morning and closing in the evening, and have not changed for many years.

The boat was lifeless, the Guichen flower was swaying with the wind, Fu Ruochen's hem blown by the wind slightly brushed over the nearest Guichen flower, the snow-like Fuchen lay in the crook of his arm, the two whites reflected on the water surface, tightly right next to.

Not long after, Guyuan took the wick of the soul-locking lamp and went down the mountain. Guyuan, who was eager to rush back to Buddha Mountain, saw his master at the seaside, and slowed down his hasty pace, walking very heavily.

"Master, I got the wick." Gu Yuan handed over the Xuanshuang Sword, but Fu Ruochen didn't take it.

"It's a long way to go, it's cool, take care."

After saying this, Fu Ruochen turned and left without looking at his apprentice again.

Gu Yuan knelt on the ground, kowtowed heavily in the direction where the master disappeared, and then he took the Xuanshuang sword and the lamp wick and left by boat again.

Fu Ruochen didn't look back, but walked up the jade steps slowly, and walked up the stairs alone. Halfway through, Fu Ruochen's body had already bent slightly, his silver hair was like snow, his black eyebrows turned white little by little, and his skin became pale. Wrinkled, sunken eye sockets, the delicate face like a knife and ax chisel instantly aged into the appearance of an old man in his nineties.

When stepping on the last step, Fu Ruochen struggled a bit, panting slightly, he said the same words as Gu Yuan, his voice was as old as the wind and sand outside the Great Wall.

"610 eight steps."

With a wave of dust, Ling Feng and Lingyun, two highly respected Taoist priests, stood in front of their masters, their eyes were red as they were when they were children, and they called "Master" together.

This master's cry made me tremble slightly, like swallowing a biting cold wind in a winter snowy day, chilling my heart.

Ling Yun turned his face sideways, raised his hand to quickly wipe away a tear, and couldn't bear to see Master like this.

Ling Feng held back his tears, walked over to support Fu Ruochen, "Master, this disciple will help you back to your room."

Ling Yun also walked over to support the master, and the three of them walked forward slowly without speaking.And Fu Ruochen still had a loving smile on his face, and his unchanging eyes were as calm as water.

Outside the devil world.

Wei Ya suddenly sat up, and in the turbulence, he lifted the curtain of the car, Bi Luo led a horse and walked ahead, with an indifferent expression, and stopped when she heard the movement behind her.

"Wei Ya, you?" Bi Luo originally thought that Wei Ya was dead, because he had no breath.But Wei Ya was alive, and Bi Luo smiled happily.

Wei Ya jumped off the carriage and asked, "What about her? Is she dead?"

Bi Luo knew that Wei Ya was asking about Shui Yueyao.

Bi Luo shook her head, "I don't know either. Xuan Ye took Shui Yueyao away when I first arrived outside the dungeon. I saw you lying on the ground with no breath. I thought... thought you were dead."

"I killed her? Did I really kill her with my own hands?"

Bi Luo put down the leash in his hand, "Did you kill Shui Yueyao?"

Wei Ya remained silent, then he looked up at Bi Luo, "You guys killed Hua Xi, and Lu Xingyi."

Bi Luo took off the piccolo, "That's right, are you going to kill me?"

Wei Ya stared indifferently at the piccolo in Bi Luo's hand, without answering.

Bi Luo stopped talking, and immediately blew the piccolo in his hand. The sound of the flute was sharp and piercing, like a needle piercing into the head, and it hurt so tightly that Wei Ya couldn't help frowning. The cliff almost fell down.

After all, Bi Luo couldn't bear to attack Wei Ya, so she took the piccolo and said sharply: "You know that Shui Yueyao is both a teacher and a friend to me, and I regard her as my eldest sister. If you kill her today, I will let you Are you alive?"

"But what about you? What did you do? Both my junior and junior sister died at your hands, how innocent they are!"

Bi Luo looked away, "If you want revenge, just come to the Demon Realm, my life is waiting for you to take it at any time, Wei Ya, from now on you and I will not owe each other, see you someday, either you die or I die."

Biluo is worried about Shui Yueyao, and does not plan to entangle Wei Ya any longer. No matter what, she will not kill him today.

After Bi Luo left, Wei Ya stood beside the carriage, feeling ashamed for a moment. After standing in a daze for a long time, he punched the carriage.

To this day, Wei Ya is still in a dilemma. He clearly killed them to avenge his younger siblings, but the mahogany sword really pierced Shui Yueyao's body, and Wei Ya was in extreme pain. He wished that the sword was stabbing himself. He was willing to die for her, more willing to die for her.

When Shui Yueyao collapsed in front of his eyes, Wei Ya really realized that this woman he hadn't seen a few times had unknowingly occupied such a heavy weight in his heart, as if he had been inseparable in his previous life. If you are tightly bound, you can't cut it no matter what.

On the way back to the Demon Realm, Biluo meets Jingshu and Jiang Jingyan.Seeing Jiang Jingyan at this moment, Bi Luo had mixed feelings in his heart, even though he had thousands of words to say, he couldn't say a single word.

Bi Luo knew that Jiang Jingyan came for Liu Qingchen.

Jing Shu turned a blind eye and passed by Bi Luo. It was this action that crushed Bi Luo. When his heart was slowly collapsing, Bi Luo was not so sad.

Bi Luo sneered, and suddenly said: "You care so much about Liu Qingchen? Go ahead, he is on Xuan Ye's bed, letting him ravage him."