i don't like brother

Xiao Qin's falling speed was indeed abnormally fast, because there was an inexplicable suction pulling him down, and the suction was so huge that he reached the bottom of the abyss almost instantly.

His consciousness also dissipated in the descent.

The second before Xiao Qin lost consciousness, he thought in a daze, this sword is really straightforward, without any muddle in the water, killing him with one blow without hesitation.

It was very similar to the sword he stabbed once.

But it's off by one point.

It would be great if he also scored one point.

There was a dense pain in my heart, the old scar was torn open again, and the water from the unhealed wound began to overflow again.

Had he ever stabbed such a sword?

Why can't he remember?

When is it?

Did he stab it?

He stabbed.

A second before consciousness dissipated, a voice answered him.

It is also so crisp and sharp, mercilessly cutting the sword, which is the style he has always been good at, never dragging his feet, but when the sword pierced into the flesh without hindrance, he was still stunned for a moment.

I didn't expect it to be so easy.

Obviously, one moment before, the two were fighting to the death, but in the next second, this sword will decide the final outcome.

so easy.

Even before the start of the battle, he was sure that Han Nansong was by no means his opponent at this time, but after the sword fell, he still didn't recover for a long time.

The long sword pierced into the body, piercing through the flesh, so clean and sharp, it brought out a bunch of bright red blood, which dripped into his eyes.

It's over, everything is dusted in this final sword.

Han Nansong was neither desperate nor crazy, and he didn't look like a person who had reached the end of a dead end. He seemed to have anticipated this day, although he was a little bit pretending to be unwilling, but there was a calmness in his eyes that Xiao Qin couldn't understand.

He seemed to want to say something more, but when his eyes touched Xiao Qin's drooping eyebrows, they suddenly stuck together, and the provocation disappeared when he reached his mouth, and he only raised his eyes while Xiao Qin was still lowering his eyebrows. Staring at him, his eyes were filled with emotions that Xiao Qin couldn't see clearly. When Xiao Qin still hadn't recovered, he curled his lips and smiled lightly. In the end, he still didn't say anything, only at the end, Taking a deep look at Xiao Qin, countless unspeakable and unknowable inner voices melted into this look, and passed away with him.

Xiao Qin couldn't see his face clearly, nor could he see his expression, but at that moment, it seemed that a sorrow deep enough to wipe out everything swept over him.

He blinked the water in his eyes, and didn't understand why he was so sad after solving such an ungrateful person who was reprimanded by thousands of people for doing evil deeds and burdening the world.

The natal spirit sword in the palm of his hand hummed in despair, like a heart trembling to the point of convulsions, the cold metal seemed to be about to boil, and it was so hot that he couldn't hold it.

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Memories flashed in his mind, and after he lost consciousness, he sank to the deepest part of the memories, covered by a layer of ash.

At the bottom of the abyss, Xiao Qin was covered by a layer of snow-white light. Petals composed of dazzling white light slowly emerged, blooming layer by layer, and the dissipated white light turned into light spots, entering Xiao Qin's body. Xiao Qin, who had lost his last breath, began to breathe steadily after more and more white light entered his body, until finally he was able to maintain a weak breath.

For a hundred miles around, no devil spirit dared to approach, and even the devil energy in the sky above was completely gone.

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A sound of slightly dull footsteps resounded in this desolate and hopeless space.

There is nothing here, except for the boundless darkness, which is a steady stream of raging demon spirits.

The abyss nurtured endless demon spirits, and after the demon spirits dissipated, they provided demon energy to the abyss, and the cycle went back and forth, and there was no end to it.

Such a powerful and profound magic energy has already exceeded the limit that ordinary people can bear.Even if it is a demonic cultivator, not everyone can feel at home here. Those low-level demonic cultivators may even be affected by the demonic energy and become obsessed, or die due to absorbing too many impurities in the magical energy. .

"give up."

That voice was still bewitching him reluctantly.

It's been three days.

For three whole days, Han Nansong kept searching in the endless abyss. He searched almost all the nearby places, but there was no trace of Xiao Qin.

Apart from the darkness, the only thing that accompanied him was this curse-like voice surrounding his ears.

"Do you still harbor the impossible hope?"

"Don't forget that the sword was pierced with your own hands, don't you know how hard you have stabbed yourself?"

"How can a Golden Core cultivator withstand your sword?"

"What are you looking for now in vain?"

"Is it because of your poor guilt?"

"What's the use? It's just self-comfort."

"I don't think you want to find your junior brother much."

"It's just a fear of harsh judgment from the world."

"What's the point of being so hypocritical?"

"Why don't you just follow me and obediently be my closed disciple, follow me straight to the blue sky, wouldn't it be wonderful to ascend through the tribulation?"

"Aside from the Weeping Blood Sect, where else is your way back? Where else can you go? Why not follow me obediently, so as to save you the trouble of wandering and wandering."

This lingering curse lingered around Han Nansong's ears, but Han Nansong didn't seem to hear it.

With red eyes, he walked around this desolate space step by step, refusing to give up any corner he hadn't found.

Han Nansong's eyes were a little bloodshot. The sea of ​​consciousness that was damaged when he suppressed the remnant soul earlier caused his mind to suffer inhuman pain. The severe headache and chattering noise for three days and three nights made his brain feel like Being pierced by countless needles, it seems that someone is constantly inserting nails in it.

He hadn't bothered to pay attention to this monster in his mind for a long time.

No, still nothing.

He walked through yet another vast, barren area, and still found nothing of what he had hoped for.

Why not?

Why not!

where is it?

Where exactly?

where is he

Why still can't find it?

How can I not find it?

Xiao Qin.

"Xiao Qin." He murmured softly, bloodshot eyes filled his eyes, his voice was low and hoarse, like the desperate sound of an iron sword before it shattered.

These two words were grinded repeatedly in his heart day and night, and the intense panic made him almost unable to feel the pain that was tormenting him all the time.

A demon spirit rushed from behind him, rushed to his back and was about to tear open his flesh, the sword in his hand drew a silver light sharply, and the demon spirit disappeared.

The action still looked very neat, but three days ago, Han Nansong's sword would not have been shot when the demon spirit was about to pounce on his back.

After a long time, the chattering voice became silent, but after a long time, the voice started to be noisy again.

This time his voice sounded a little indistinctly exasperated: "Are you crazy?!"

Han Nansong turned a deaf ear to it.

"Are you going on like this because you want to damage your foundation and stay in the Nascent Soul forever?"

Han Nansong didn't respond, but his pace became slower and slower.

The owner of that voice finally couldn't sit still, he began to move around in Han Nansong's sea of ​​consciousness.

Han Nansong didn't care about the damage to his soul and sea of ​​consciousness. He never stopped to cultivate. By now, he was already at the end of his battle. Such a stupid behavior really gave him a perfect opportunity. until when?

He made a mistake. He didn't expect that the person who fell so many years ago could still have a trace of spirit, and he was accidentally allowed to enter Han Nansong's sea of ​​consciousness.

Han Nansong was the physical body he was looking for. For this reason, he did not hesitate to use the treasure of the weeping blood sect to warm and nourish the demon soul to transform Han Nansong's sea of ​​consciousness and create conditions for his invasion.

The one who has been chattering is none other than a fragment of the Mahayana patriarch of the Weeping Blood Sect.

It was he who designed Han Nansong and Xiao Qin to divert to Jiyuan and enter the ruins, but something unplanned happened, and the remnant soul of the owner of the ruins that never appeared also ran in.

Han Nansong's soul consciousness is much stronger than he imagined, and he is still so tenacious after experiencing the erosion of the demon soul and his two-pronged strategy of using secret techniques. In order to prevent too much damage to the body, he divided the soul At that time, I was not willing to spend money on this, and the result became the current situation of three pillars.

When the seventh-order poisonous python was released, the remnant soul entered Han Nansong's sea of ​​consciousness through the passage left by the ancestor of the Weeping Blood Sect. With the help of the soul lamp, the remnant soul suppressed Han Nansong at that time, The effect of the soul lamp was too strong, even he who entered together had to avoid the edge for a while, the light was so bright that Xiao Qin and others couldn't see anything at all, and when the seventh-level poisonous python came out, they had no time to see Han Nansong Anyway, Xiao Qin, who was facing the giant python, naturally wouldn't notice Han Nansong's strangeness, so he was easily captured by the remnant soul.

But the remnant soul did not expect that his actions aroused Han Nansong's fierce resistance, and was suppressed by Han Nansong who suddenly broke out. Hai Cage Prison has been waiting for the right time, and now the time is almost up, he just needs to get rid of Han Nansong, the real master, and then get rid of that thing.

When he noticed the movement in the sea of ​​consciousness, Han Nansong, who looked like he was about to fall and had no strength left, showed an extremely fierce side.

He had been waiting a long time for the chattering thing to move.

The remnant soul seemed to be locked up by Han Nansong. In fact, he was just a residual consciousness. Under Han Nansong's reckless attack, he had a tendency to collapse. The information contained in the overflowing soul was captured by Han Nansong. Accepted, combined with the Soul Lamp, how could one not know what that person was up to?

It was another fierce struggle, and finally the souls of the ancestor of the Weeping Blood Cult were retreating steadily under Han Nansong's desperate attack. A stern look flashed across Han Nansong's eyes, and he locked him in a cage deep in the sea of ​​consciousness, letting him fall into a deep sleep.

His head hurt even more, and Han Nansong felt the sharp beating of his forehead, again and again, and his mind was already boiling with magma.

His gaze has become dazed due to lack of focus, and his sluggish pace makes one suspect that he will fall if he pokes lightly with his finger.

But he didn't fall down, he was still searching tirelessly in this seemingly endless land.

The author has something to say:

There will be a lot of bugs when the sentence is changed and changed (cheek), because sometimes I forget to delete the front, and the sentence patterns are mixed together, and there are many bugs in typing. I don’t know if I don’t turn it over.

So I decided that if a girl catches a bug one day, I must quickly destroy the evidence and pretend nothing happened.