After the abandoned white moonlight was reborn

sea ​​of ​​bitterness.

It's turbulent.

Everything is extinct, not a single blade of grass grows, and Canglan regards it as a desperate place.

In the previous life, a person fell into it. When he thought he would die, he entered the "sea in the sea", which is the source of the sea of ​​suffering. He practiced there, and one year was comparable to ten years in the outside world.But it was extremely painful, that person went crazy when he came out, and later, he vomited out this secret before he died.

This news was verified by several sects, but after joint discussions, the news was sealed.

Canglan doesn't need a lunatic.

Xie Yu looked at the sea of ​​bitterness.

He picked up a drop of water, his palm was sizzling with corrosion, and a bit of bone could be seen faintly.

……

have to go in.

As soon as possible, without further delay.

The clothes were corroded first, followed by the skin and flesh. He dived into the depths of the sea of ​​bitterness, followed the places in his memory, and finally, before losing consciousness, he saw a golden ocean.

The eyelashes fluttered, and it hurt.Muscles twitched unconsciously, and he moved forward without realizing it. Spiritual power poured into his limbs and bones, and his sea of ​​consciousness was expanding and becoming tougher. This is a well-deserved holy place for practice.

Zang Feng sensed something was wrong.

The sound of the waves howling, whoop, whoop!

The Sea of ​​Consciousness vibrated, and it was instantly repaired after being severely injured, repeating the cycle.A monk's sea of ​​consciousness is very important, a slight turbulence can cause serious injury, so frequent... people will go crazy.

A translucent shadow floated out, his facial features were not very clear, it was vaguely visible as a young man with very pale lips and a cold and distant demeanor.

Xie Yu had fallen into a semi-consciousness.

The restriction he set had no effect on the sword spirit in his sea of ​​consciousness, his white clothes were stained with blood, and he was in a mess again.

Every time I see him.

He is very embarrassed.

The golden sea nourishes the source power lost by the sword spirit through the passage of time, and the translucent shadow gradually fills up, but the young man didn't notice this, he was looking at Xie Yu, paused, seemed to be offended, but still stepped forward .

Xie Yu didn't completely lose consciousness.

In a trance, he grabbed a person's wrist, his eyelids were half lifted, and his dark pupils were cold: "Who is it?"

Vigilant, cold, and a little bit confused.

Yuan Si has no malicious intentions.

He was quietly pressed down by Xie Yu: "Zangfeng Sword Spirit."

Xie Yu thought for a long time.

He stepped back: "What are you doing?"

"You are injured." Yuan Siwen said, "I will heal your injury first."

Xie Yu was startled, he still needs to heal?

"No need." Seemingly feeling that his tone was too cold, he pursed his lower lip and turned his head, "I'll be fine."

Do not bother.

Yuan Si laughed.

Xie Yu couldn't hold on for too long, he was some distance away from Yuan Si, but when he saw Yuan Si approaching before he completely passed out, he only twitched his eyelashes.

Yuan Si didn't leave.

His body is still in Xie Yu's Sea of ​​Consciousness, and he doesn't want to leave for the time being: "Go to sleep... I will protect the law for you."

Every time I see Xie Wushuang, I always feel extremely unbearable.

How can such a person be full of evil thoughts, it shouldn't be.

40 years in one turn.

Hua Xunlu went to find Ling Xunyun Buqi: "I'll go out for a while."

Yun Buqi's eyelids twitched: "Your injury is still not healed. Junior sister..."

"Almost." Hua Xunlu interrupted Yun Buqi, "It's almost a hundred years."

She thought of Danxia and the appointment with Elder Dan again, and she was silent for a while, "I won't go out for too long."

Hua Xunlu's attitude made it clear that he was not discussing with them, but that he must go out.

Yun Buqi thought for a while, there has not been a revived treasure recently, and indeed it has been almost a hundred years, and Hua Xunlu is not an ignorant child, she is also a famous sword cultivator: "Be careful."

Ling Xun babbled: "Go out, go out again. Everyone knows how to run outside, and they don't understand the hardship of being the head of me at all... Forget it, they don't listen to me anyway."

Hua Xunlu looked at the two of them and smiled: "Goodbye."

Yun Buqi raised his eyebrows and said goodbye.

He endured it, but he still couldn't, and complained to Ling Xun: "She has been running outside all these years, why is her cultivation base not rising but falling?" It's been a long time since he fought Hua Xunlu, although it's not very clear, but there is something vaguely Feeling, "What is she up to?"

Ling Xun didn't know either, so he said tactfully, "It's not easy to mention the matter of cultivation."

At their level of cultivation, they have basically walked out of their own way.

It's hard to say anymore.

Yun Buqi frowned.

In the end, nothing was said, they were just brothers and sisters after all.

……

Hua Xunlu has made sufficient preparations. She wants to summon Ling Wei's soul and revive Ling Wei. The lotus in her arms keeps shining, guiding the direction.

Reviving Ling Wei requires finding the most suitable thing for Ling Wei's soul. The conditions are extremely harsh. The most suitable thing should actually be Ling Wei's bones, but there is no Ling Wei's bones left after the war.

Hua Xunlu has already prepared the soul call, and she is looking for Ling Wei's sustenance.

It may be something related to Ling Wei, or it may be some kind of strange thing, she is not sure and cannot be sure.

When this day came, she was much calmer than she imagined, her eyes gently stroking the lotus in her arms: "Ling Wei, we will finally see each other again."

The cultivation base of Hua Xunlu has indeed regressed a lot.

She divided half of her soul into the lotus to nourish Ling Wei's broken soul piece. After 2000 years, the once famous sword repairman is now unknown.

If someone found out about this, they would definitely call her crazy.

If Hua Xunlu was like Danxia and only wanted Ling Wei to come back, she would have done it long ago, but she didn't want a foolish and silly Ling Wei...she wanted the complete Ling Wei.

The real Daoist Lingwei.

This is a small world that has not yet been discovered. It seems that it has just been born, and all kinds of strange flowers are floating in the sky.

With the birth of Xiaojie, there will be many strange things in the world, and even innate aura.

There is one person who is collecting innate aura, black hair, golden black clothes, snow-white complexion, bright red lips, so scorching that you can't look directly at them.

It was Qiu Lingjun.

The lotus in Hua Xunlu's arms is slightly hot.

She seemed to have thought of something, and quietly stepped on the clouds.

Qiu Lingjun came to treat his eyes.

Hearing the movement, he looked sideways, and said in a cold voice, "Who is it?"

Hua Xunlu really didn't expect it: "It's me."

Monks have good memories.

Although he is not very familiar with Hua Xunlu, Qiu Lingjun is still not so vigilant. The newly born small world is a treasure land, and the innate aura is only one of the more precious ones.

If other people come, he will kill them, but this is the elder of Jianzong after all, he has no first-come, first-served idea: "I have met the elder."

After asking Li, he also made way for Hua to find his own way.

Hua found her way and did not move.

Her gaze fell on the Baihong Sword: "Qiu Lingjun, how about giving me the Baihong Sword?"

Ling Wei's sustenance is his former saber.

This is not surprising.

Qiu Lingjun froze for a moment, he frowned: "The elder was joking."

What does Hua Xunlu want his Baihong Sword for?

Bai Hongjian noticed something.

It has been alive for a long time, and now it is aware that something is waking up, trying to occupy its body and annihilate its consciousness: "Buzz."

The Baihong sword was trembling and frightened.

It snuggled up to its owner, conveying its uneasiness and fear to the greatest extent.

Qiu Lingjun realized this time that Hua Xunlu was no longer joking.

He didn't appease Bai Hongjian, raised his head, and looked over with his eyes still covered with black silk: "You guys, are you even going to grab my last thing?"

Hua Xunlu didn't answer, she couldn't give up.

She stroked the lotus: "I can find a better sword for you in the future."

"Hehehe." Qiu Lingjun laughed, and burst into tears, "Elder, do you want me to find you a better Taoist companion?"

Why can you say such a thing.

He took two steps back, "I am a disciple of Jianzong, and my master is your nephew, do you want to snatch it?"

Bai Hongjian has been with him for 30 years.

It was the first time the senior brother met, and it was also the only thing that was given to him.

He doesn't allow anyone to rob.

Hua Xunlu: "So what."

It's been 2000, and she can already feel Ling Wei.

She wants to see him.

Qiu Lingjun looked up to the sky: "I..."

In his life, he laughed again, "Please."

Neither of them could retreat.

……

Qiu Lingjun should not be Hua Xunlu's opponent, but Hua Xunlu used the technique of distraction to foster Ling Wei's soul piece. Over the years, there have been serious injuries and minor injuries, which can be traced back to a hundred years ago at the latest.

She also didn't recover from her wounds, and this time using the forbidden technique to revive Ling Wei was even more vital.

Bai Hongjian was terrified.

The battle was so dark that the sun and the moon were dark.

Every inch of vegetation withered, the earth was devastated, and the small world was beaten to pieces.

Hua Xunlu didn't seem to expect Qiu Lingjun to be so strong, or she was too weak.

Her limbs were entangled and eroded by the lock silk, and she was already somewhat inconvenient. The blood stains were conspicuous, and her body was covered with scars, but the lotus flower she was holding was still well protected: "Not bad."

At this moment, she really realized that the tide that belonged to them had really passed.

A new tide is coming.

Hua Xunlu has never been optimistic about Qiu Lingjun.

But I have to admit, "As expected of the Lord Ling."

The wound on Qiu Lingjun's face was bleeding.

He was worse than Hua Xunlu... His breath was uneven, he was panting heavily, his long eyelashes were half covered, and his face was expressionless.

Talking is useless.

Flower pathfinding cannot fight a long battle.

In fact, no one can fight Qiu Lingjun for a long time. She probably understands how Qiu Lingjun escaped from Nanyan City.She lay on her back, her whole body stiff.

Suo Lingsi has invaded her sea of ​​consciousness.

It's unavoidable only if you come into contact with Qiu Lingjun. Spiritual cultivation...is really scary.

Qiu Lingjun won.

He limped out, his spiritual power was exhausted, and a serious illness would inevitably follow.

Being so weak, he might die on the road before returning to Jianzong, but he still gathered his strength and took a slap!Bai Hong was still asking him for help.

Hua Xunlu, who had reached the end of the road, unexpectedly turned over: "How dare you!"

Her eyes were almost weeping blood, and she said in a mournful voice, "No!"

Qiu Lingjun shattered Ling Wei's half-collected consciousness.

"..." Hua Xunlu scratched the ground with ten fingers, the ground was stained red with blood, "I will kill you."

Qiu Lingjun dragged his sick body, and was startled when he heard this: "... up to you."

"Hahaha, hahaha." Hua Xunlu laughed hoarsely, seeing that Qiu Lingjun was about to leave, "Aren't you going to kill me?"

Qiu Lingjun was holding the sword covered in blood: "You are good to senior brother, I will not kill you."

Even if Hua Xunlu took care of him, he must be the one who was injured and died.

"...Is that so?" Hua searched for the road and looked up to the sky, unable to tell whether it was sadness, sorrow, or relief, the resurrection of the dead was originally against the sky.She had expected it a long time ago...it might not be possible to go back, she read, "Day after day..."

"Year after year..."

"Ten years and ten years and ten years..."

"A hundred years and a hundred years..."

"Thousands and millennia..."

"Ling Wei."

The nun in Tsing Yi embraced the lotus, "I'm here."

Qiu Lingjun just left the small world.

A mournful cry resounded across the universe, he turned his head, tears flowed from the strong white light, the hand holding the sword trembled uncontrollably, Hua Xunlu blew himself up: "... isn't she, isn't she going to kill me?"

How, how did he die.

At the same time, Jianzong.

The death knell rang 36 times, and the flowers on Xunhua Peak withered in an instant.

Elder Jianzong, Hua Xunlu fell.