The demon witch is her white moonlight

Ji Yuxuan chased him out of the inn, and every time he walked along the way, the clues were broken, so he made up a hexagram.

Her tense nerves were highly tense, and there was a voice in her heart urging her, telling her to go faster and not stop.

Although her body was overwhelmed, her body was burnt, and her eyes could not even see the distant scenery clearly, but she still struggled to move forward.

From the moment Le Xiaoyi was buried underground, she no longer thought about herself, did not think about the risk of catching up like this, whether she would be killed, without Le Xiaoyi, all the pain she had suffered before None of it makes sense.

Her footsteps gradually became heavy, and double images appeared in front of her eyes. In such a bad state, she was intercepted in a forest.

She looked at this group of people with cold eyes. They were a mob. There were no experts in the spirit realm, but there were a large number of them. They were entangled by them and couldn't escape for a while.

When the two sides met, they started fighting without any explanation. These people were obviously all dead men, they didn't consider the possibility of survival, and they acted as if they were fighting for their lives. Ji Yuxuan's magic power phagocytosis was at the most unstable time.

This ebbs and flows, Ji Yuxuan's body becomes weaker and weaker, her breath is very fast and irritable, and her aura is actually overwhelmed by a dead soldier whose cultivation level is much lower than hers, and she feels faintly unable to do what she wants.

The soldiers came fiercely, and as soon as they met each other, two of them died under Ji Yuxuan's sword.

The sound of jingling was endless, and one after another men in black splashed three feet of blood and fell at her feet.

The bloody smell rushed towards his face, and the blood in Ji Yuxuan's body was surging. With the increasingly intense wind, the manic killing intent was faintly about to break out.

Her eyes were stained with blood little by little, her body was burning like fire, and her heart and lungs were in pain, but there was always an obsession in her heart that tightly held her reason, and she refused to compromise or collapse.

Just like countless days and nights in the past, suffering in extreme pain, but still remembering the faint dawn in her heart, as long as she thinks that she will see each other again one day, she will not be knocked down.

Exhausted all the courage, risked everything to fight against fate, just to meet her again after Qian Fan was exhausted, covered in wind and dust.

boom--

The boiling blood was ignited by anger and killing intent, and an invisible air wave rolled over, and all the people who stood in front of Ji Yuxuan were decapitated in an instant.

She stood in a pool of blood with her sword in her hand, her stumps were all over the place, and her face was full of blood.

Le Xiaoyi is still alive, which is her confidence to go crazy.

She shook off the blood on the blade, walked forward step by step with difficulty, and slowly left this land of right and wrong.

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Le Xiaoyi was so shocked by the truth from the woman's mouth that he couldn't think, his eyes were loose, his expression was dull, and he stared blankly at the person in front of him, with a bewildered expression.

Gradually, her memories played back unconsciously, and scenes of the past flashed across her mind like a revolving lantern. She looked at the graceful figure in her memory, and tears fell down unexpectedly.

The damp and cold air from the ground poured into the lungs, and there was a continuous pain in the chest like a needle prick.

The woman walked towards her, stroking her face with her fingertips, as if she wanted to wipe away the tears on Le Xiaoyi's face, but her soul only had an illusory form, and her illusory fingers floated slightly on the surface of Le Xiaoyi's pale skin , without any real touch.

Le Xiaoyi's tears fell through her fingertips.

The sadness in her eyes was as deep as the sea, she stared deeply at Le Xiaoyi's eyebrows, and smiled sadly: "Look, even my hand can't touch you."

Le Xiaoyi lowered her eyes, and the Jun Lan sword was not far from her vision.

The surroundings were pitch black, and her heart seemed to sink into the darkness, squeezed out of breath by the surging pressure from all directions.

"I don't believe it." Le Xiaoyi's voice sounded, and the woman stopped crying for her.

Le Xiaoyi held a handful of black mud in her palm, and the cool feeling gradually calmed her turbulent mood.

"I don't believe what you said." She raised her head, looked straight at the face in front of her that was exactly the same as Ji Yuxuan, with a firm expression, "She is Xiaoxuan, you are the old monster who tried to take her but failed !"

The woman's heart was shocked, and she showed unbelievable mourning eyes: "You... still don't believe me?"

Le Xiaoyi breathed a sigh of relief, and stood up with his right hand pressed against the hilt of the Sixuan sword: "You said that she has abnormal talent and her cultivation speed is unreasonable, but how can you, a soul in trouble like this, be able to control the Junlan sword? "

"You said that you were forcibly peeled off 11 years ago, and you were trapped here. Your soul and body have been separated for 11 years. How could it be possible to have exactly the same appearance as her? The only explanation is that you saw her, so you imitated her. Lied to me!"

"If she is really an old monster who has lived for thousands of years, how could she hide on the beam and cry secretly because she is afraid of hurting me?"

"I don't know what happened to the accident 11 years ago, but your heart is too cruel, what did Xiaoxuan do wrong, why don't you let her go?!"

Le Xiaoyi's eyes widened with anger, and the hand holding the hilt of the sword was trembling with intense anger.

The expression on the woman's face was sluggish for a moment, and then her face turned from white to gray, and decayed despair climbed onto her face.

She took two steps back with a mournful expression, looking at Le Xiaoyi sadly and disappointedly.

Le Xiaoyi's heart clenched violently, but she did not change her determination, drew her sword out of its sheath, and pointed the sword point at the woman's soul.

With her strength, if she really made a move, she might die here in the next moment, but she still resolutely sticks to her heart defense and bottom line.

The woman looked at the sharp edge of the sword in Le Xiaoyi's hand, the familiar cold iron sword, with her name engraved on the side of the sword spine.

Le Xiaoyi obviously did not forget her, but from her eyes, she could only see indifference and alienation.

Her shoulders drooped, and she smiled mournfully.

"This is the end of the matter. Believe me or not, it doesn't matter anymore." She said this with a smile, but Kele Xiaoyi felt a creepy feeling in her heart. She grabbed the hilt of her sword and heard the woman continue, "Didn't you want to Know what happened 11 years ago? Don't worry, I will tell you everything you want to know."

The woman ignored Le Xiaoyi's indifference and resistance, and continued: "They chose this place because the Junlan sword formed a sword array here."

"The sorcerer of Yulan Mountain was entrusted by Ji Qiancheng to use the power of the sword formation to build a more powerful forbidden formation underground, so as to absorb the power of the Jun Lan sword and nourish my soul, so that I cannot leave. But it won't die either."

"My soul absorbs the power of the Junlan sword and gradually grows into what it is today, so there is a hidden connection between me and the Junlan sword. The Junlan sword is a spiritual thing, I can't really control it, but it occasionally Will answer my request."

"Xiaoyi, I thought you would be different. You wouldn't only have the interests of Xuantian Palace in your eyes like Ji Qiancheng. I thought you would trust me, and then we could leave here together."

With a wave of the woman's hand, the Jun Lan sword floated in the air and came to her.

Le Xiaoyi looked at the restrained dark golden sword, and his heart skipped a beat for no reason.

"Let me tell you another secret." The woman's eyes were sincere and clear, and Le Xiaoyi could not see any violation or utilitarianism, "This is something that even Ji Qiancheng, who has exhausted his tricks, did not expect."

Le Xiaoyi held his breath and did not respond.

The woman was not annoyed, the smile in her eyes was sad and hurt, she closed her eyes, calmed down, and then said: "Your father Le Junhao, his soul is in this Jun Lan sword, he has not completely die."

As if a heavy hammer hit his forehead head-on, Le Xiaoyi's pupils shrank, his legs and feet felt weak, he almost couldn't stand upright, and his eyes felt dizzy for a while.

The woman's voice was still soft, telling her the truth about Le Junhao's death tenderly.

"Yuchi's family and Zuo's family chased him to this forest. Le Junhao was invincible with one enemy and five. In order to prevent these people from taking the Junlan sword, he blew himself up and hid his soul in the Junlan sword. Inside, Yujian is buried in the ground, this sword formation in the forest is not formed naturally, but set up by Le Junhao."

"The self-detonation was horrific. It razed the forest with a radius of hundreds of feet to the ground. The hands of Yuchi and Zuo who chased and killed him were also buried here. So you see, there are no trees growing on the land above the sword array. Just a piece of rocky, scorched earth."

"If there is one person in this world who can wield the Junlan Sword since Le Junhao, it is you, Le Xiaoyi."

Because you are Le Junhao's daughter.

"Since this forbidden formation is formed by the Junlan Sword, apart from the hands of the descendants of Jing Yinxuan, there is another way to break the formation, activating the power of the Junlan Sword itself to break the forbidden formation."

After the woman's voice fell, the Jun Lan Sword landed at Le Xiaoyi's feet.

The dark golden sword body, the spine of the sword is densely covered with thorny and twisted patterns, and it glows with a cold light in the darkness.

As long as she reached out and held the hilt of the sword, she could judge whether what the woman said was true or not.

But she looked at the sword at her feet, but she didn't dare to reach out to touch it.

Even, she was cowardly out of fear, and took a step back with distracted eyes.

Don't push me.

With great difficulty, Le Xiaoyi's steadfast defense was once again on the verge of crumbling, and the hesitation and struggle in her heart showed from her eyes, and she no longer knew what to do.

Which is true and which is false?Which is good and which is evil?

She didn't want to doubt anyone, but the tenderness of a woman cruelly forced her to make a choice.

She was driven to a dead end, and the words uttered by the woman had endless temptations for her, like mountains, pressing down on her shoulders.

But she couldn't doubt Ji Yuxuan.

That's her little Hyun.

Le Xiaoyi closed his eyes, took a deep breath, suppressed his confusion and bewilderment, and suddenly knelt down with a plop.

With tears streaming down her face, she kowtowed to Junlan Sword, and then, under the shocked gaze of the woman, she resolutely said: "Xiaoyi has made up her mind, please forgive me, since I can't choose the truth, I will leave everything to Xiaoxuan Let's decide."

"From now on, I won't think about going out, and I won't touch the Junlan sword. I'll just wait here for Xiaoxuan." Le Xiaoyi looked at the woman with a shocked expression, and said firmly, "She will definitely Come."