Sword Qi Hengqiu

Ling Cang thoughtfully smiled and said: "You have a clean energy, I can feel it, the owner of the clean energy is as powerful as you, he seems to... care about you very much? No matter what situation he is in, he can rely on this at any time It is not wrong to say that it is the two of you."

Bu Fanshuang didn't know what to think of, his eyes rolled, and then he smiled: "Thank you."

His smile was like a shining star, and he didn't know why he was so happy.

Ling Cang let his thoughts go, and said politely: "I wish you success soon."

Bu Fanshuang strolled towards Tao □□, after he entered, the peach blossom branches covered the entrance of the cave again, but just halfway there, Bu Fanshuang's vision went dark, and then he just felt fascinated.

Anyone who is not in the realm of gods will be suppressed by its rules. No matter how high your cultivation is, as long as you agree to break through, you will be forced into various unimaginable and restrictive challenges.

Bu Fanshuang didn't panic, and he felt the same way in the first few levels, which proved that he was about to break through the level.

Surrounded by endless darkness, Bu Fanshuang involuntarily lost consciousness.

Haoxue fell one after another, covering the ice and soil, stretching for thousands of miles like white satin.Although the wind was biting outside, as if the sky and the earth were all white, the inside of the warm pavilion was very comfortable. The charcoal fire in the basin made cracking sounds from time to time. Bu Fanshuang slowly opened his eyes. A branch of red plum.

For a moment, he couldn't tell what night it was.

Bu Fanshuang was a little dizzy, as if she had slept too much.Immortal cultivators do not need to sleep after reaching a certain level, but few people give up food and lodging directly. Anyway, what they eat can be transformed into energy, and sleep can also make people have a good rest, so why not do it?

But food, clothing, housing, and transportation are all taken care of by one person, and I always feel a little lonely.Bu Fanshuang felt that there was someone missing by her side.

The brocade quilt was not cold, but he felt cold all over his body.

Bu Fanshuang stood up and found that the floor was covered with a thick carpet, which seemed to be stepped on with bare feet.As he thought about it, he always felt that he had forgotten something.He walked around the house, still not thinking of anything.

There are traces of life everywhere in the house, but they all belong to one person.But the tea cups, tables and chairs are for two people, and even the quilt and pillows on the bed are for two people.

When he looked up, he saw a scroll on the bookshelf. He stepped forward and opened it. The painting on it was himself, with delicate brush strokes, as if the painter had entrusted infinite tenderness. Flying flowers, the Demon Venerable smiled at the moon with his hands behind his back.

A name suddenly appeared in Bu Fanshuang's heart, but before he could say it, the name disappeared without a trace, and he couldn't even remember the first word of the name.

He grieved inexplicably. People who have always ignored everything will one day be able to understand what it means to have a heart like a knife.

He seems to have lost his most important treasure, but he can't seem to remember what he lost.

For the first time in his life, Bu Fanshuang felt at a loss. When he walked out of the room, he saw the Cangshan mountain covered with snow outside, and suddenly knew where it was.

This is Kunlun Mountain.

A snow rabbit bounced over from the yard, Bu Fanshuang followed the snow rabbit's path, and saw many animals frolicking in the yard, heartless.

But no, there should be a person here, wearing white clothes that are cleaner than snow, sitting in the middle of the little beasts, playing with them tenderly.

The courtyard was empty.

He frowned, and walked towards the middle of the courtyard, laying warm jade on the floor, and a white crane stood in the middle of the pool that had not condensed for thousands of years.Seeing him, Baihe suddenly let out a mournful cry, the cry of the crane pierced through the heavens, like a sharp knife, piercing Bu Fanshuang's internal organs with pain.

What has he forgotten?

Bu Fanshuang really couldn't stand this feeling of being in the fog, so he went down the mountain in the wind. Thousands of miles away, the city was bustling with people, and Bu Fanshuang found a teahouse, where people were still keen to talk about the monks.

Bu Fanshuang listened to the love and hatred between Feng Qiongye and Bian Chenwu, and the more he listened to it, the more he felt bored. Just when he wanted to leave, he vaguely heard a sentence: "The demon venerable Bu Fanshuang ascended after he ascended." I don't know where I went."

"It's a pity, I'm alone, and I don't know who he is talking about."

"I remember he said that the man died, so he went to live in seclusion in one of the man's courtyards..."

The voice faded away, Bu Fanshuang was silent for a moment, he found a hill at random, the sky was getting late, Wang Shu rose, when he saw the moonlight, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head.

"Ling..." This time he ignored the drowsy chaos and severe pain, thinking desperately, "Ah Jin?"

The moment the word A Jin blurted out, the moonlight was covered by dark clouds.In the darkness, Bu Fanshuang laughed softly.

It turned out to be the moon in my arms, and my sweetheart disappeared.

Yes, Ling Rangjin is dead.Bu Fanshuang suddenly remembered something. The Desolate Sect committed an attack on the Central Plains again. Ling Rangjin was entangled in demonic energy and was taken away from the battlefield by him.However, he took Ling Rangjin to seek medical advice for many years, but to no avail.

Ling Rangjin's life was slowly coming to an end, but he still smiled and leaned gently beside Bu Fanshuang.The two traveled all over the mountains and rivers together, and finally went to Kunlun together to spend the last days together.

In the end, they didn't tell each other what they wanted, and they were still inseparable but dependent on each other.

Until his final death, everyone forgot about him, and there was no more Ling Rangjin in the world.

It turns out that this is the world without Ling Rangjin. Even though the world of mortals is vast and prosperous for thousands of generations, what falls on me is loneliness for thousands of years, and I am alone.

Just as Bu Fanshuang was about to get up, his eyes went dark again. Before he fell into darkness, a voice suddenly appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness.

——His soul is still there, and you still have a chance to save him.

Bu Fanshuang opened his eyes again, and found himself in a magma, only the rocks under his feet were considered safe, and the red fluid was bubbling all around, and the heat was overwhelming.

The last time I woke up was ice, but this time I woke up with fire, which is quite extreme.

Bu Fanshuang touched her chin, and felt that she looked too much like Zhuang Mo, a magic stick.So he withdrew his hand, although he fainted as soon as his eyes were dark, but in his heart he believed that Ling Rangjin could be seen here.

The high temperature emitted by the magma is dangerously hot. If it is an ordinary person, even standing on the rock would have finished the game long ago. Bu Fanshuang ignored the magma and flew into the air with luck. .

Black and red are intertwined, falling in the eyes, it looks like a little bit of fire, as if this ignition can ignite thousands of green grasses and fresh flowers.Bu Fanshuang searched and searched, and finally saw Ling Rangjin at the end of a cliff.

With his back turned to him, Ling Rangjin was quietly watching a magma waterfall.Bu Fanshuang wanted to get close to him, but Ling Rangjin turned around and smiled softly at him as if he had sensed something in advance.

The sound of magma blocked Ling Rangjin's voice, and Bu Fanshuang only had time to see his mouth shape.

Ling Rangjin said: "I love you."

Then the figure disappeared.

Bu Fanshuang quickly landed on the place where Ling Rangjin's soul disappeared. The moment he touched the ground, a raised rock suddenly cracked, and a piece of paper lay quietly in the middle of the rock.

It recorded how to bring Ling Rangjin back to life. After reading it, Bu Fanshuang only had one thought.

In this world, only he has the manpower, material resources and ability to do it, and his requirements are so demanding that it is even more difficult than flying.

Bu Fanshuang put away the letters, and it took 300 years to finally collect all the items.

Just after he had prepared everything, the familiar darkness darkened before his eyes, and he fell into a deep sleep again.

When he woke up, he found that Ling Rangjin was already beside him.The man was still dressed in white and smiled at him gently.

"Fanshuang." Ling Rangjin lowered his eyes and whispered, "I'm back."

Bu Fanshuang let out a groan, then sat up suddenly, resting her chin, and asked casually, "Do I have to kill you to pass this level?"

Ling Rangjin's face froze, and suddenly a gust of wind blew up. Ling Rangjin sat in the gust of wind, her thin white clothes seemed to be blown away: "What are you talking about?"

"You're not him." Bu Fanshuang turned his wrist, holding the long sword in his hand, "It seems that the answer to this level is to kill you, a fake?"

"Ling Rangjin" laughed: "When did you recognize me as an illusion?"

"From the moment I think of Ajin." Bu Fanshuang held the long sword and smiled, "You guys don't know Ajin too much...he is not a saint, he is full of joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys. He just met me not long ago. I said that life and death will never change, and I will remember him forever after death, how could he let me forget him after he died? What's more—"

He pondered for a while, then smiled chicly: "How could it be possible that we have joined hands with the world for so many years and still haven't expressed our intentions?"

"Ling Rangjin" said: "You don't need to kill me, you have already passed this level. This level will show your most feared things and the people you love the most. If you can press your fear and distinguish the person you love, you have succeeded. "

As soon as the sound of the phantom fell, peach blossoms appeared in front of Bu Fanshuang's eyes. He came back to his senses and found that he was still standing on the path of peach blossoms. When the sound of footsteps came, Ling Cang's thoughts reappeared: "You are the fastest girl I have ever seen. Passed."

"How long has it actually been?" Bu Fanshuang asked.

"A stick of incense." Thoughts said, "You are the most powerful passerby I have seen in so many years. 600 years ago, there was a young man who brought his junior brother to pass through the pass. He had reached the pinnacle at that age. By now, I should be by your side."

After a pause in his thoughts, he suddenly smiled and said, "That person seems to be the person I turned into."

"So can you always change your face?" Bu Fanshuang said lazily, "It looks really awkward."

His thoughts changed from being kind to his face, and Bu Fanshuang took a look, and saw that the face this time was that of his silly apprentice, and he felt instantly relieved.Thoughts continued: "But the next level may be a bit difficult given your current state. If you break through the final level and directly ascend to become a Sanxian, it will come at your fingertips."

"Come through the thunder calamity now?" Bu Fanshuang said, "Waiting for the thunder calamity and the moves of the ancient gods to attack me together?"

His thoughts were silent for a moment: "Indeed, then I wish you good luck. The next two tests are all about force, please."

Bu Fanshuang responded casually, and went straight to the sixth pass. As soon as he entered the pass, he found that all his cultivation had disappeared.

The author has something to say: In fact, Ling Rangjin did not die in the original book, it was simply a trial of this level