Sword repair living in the headlines of entertainment

A notice of repair and maintenance was posted in the Sutra Pavilion.

Luosangzi's soul lamp was smeared with grease by Qin Shendu, and it contained the remains of the soul that had attempted to seize the house, and it was pitch black with a decaying smell.

Mu Fan took out some crystal clear torches and melted them on dry plum branches.

When everything is ready, the wind and snow outside the window stop and go.

"Prepare to begin."

Qin Shendu nodded and changed his laziness when he was secretly playing with the terminal just now. He walked up and down the Sutra Pavilion to confirm that it was airtight everywhere.

Mu Fan sighed softly and walked to the incense table, and made a long kneeling salute.

"Mu Fan, the No. 60 second-generation child of the Mu family, brings the descendants of the family to worship the ancestors and spirits."

"I hope that the ancestor Yun Mufan will borrow the soul fire."

The row of soul fires swayed slightly, even the red rope tied with it was shaking slightly.Looking from the direction of the two of them, dozens of high and low soul lamps were solemnly arranged, as if consciously watching the two of them silently.

Every soul lamp has exactly the same surname.

The fluttering red rope indicated that the owner of every soul fire died in the same way.

After a stick of incense is burned, the flames in the soul lamp are full of flames.

Qin Shendu got up with Mu Fan and took down each of the Mu family's soul lamps one by one, and used the plum tree sticks dipped in fire to attract a ray of soul fire respectively, and was careful not to hurt the soul lamp itself.

Each ray of Mu family soul fire was immediately put into the brazier prepared in advance, and the whole floor would be illuminated by the faint blue light from the brazier after the 76 soul lamps were taken out.

Qin Shendu handed the remains of Luosangzi to Mu Fan.

Mu Fan took one last look at it and threw it into the brazier without hesitation.

In an instant, 76 flames exploded, engulfing the wreckage with piercing hatred.The last remaining soul of Luosangzi was quickly torn clean, but the 76 soul fires still threw sparks and splashed on the broken soul lamp as if they would not let him go.

Qin Shen said alone, he still underestimated the power of hatred.

The ancestors of the Mu family actually spent a whole day and night before letting go of the Luosangzi who had been scorched into charcoal, and returned to their original soul lamp contentedly.

"Let's go." Mu Fan waved his sleeves, and the dust all over the sky turned into nothingness.Only a small scorched and twisted thing remained in the brazier.Qin Shendu put away the brazier, but when he went downstairs unexpectedly, several soul lamps floated over.

"It's over, there's nothing left!" Qin Shen waved his hand alone.

"Be careful, don't be disrespectful!" Mu Fan looked at him warningly, and then bowed slightly to the soul lamps: "Luosangzi is dead, Senior Yue can rest assured. Among the three handicappers, there is still Qingjue." I haven't been punished. If I get Qingjue to hold a sacrifice, I will definitely remember to ask my senior for the soul fire."

The leading lamp hovered for a while before leaving silently.

This lamp is called Yue Ming Yuan.

And "Yue" is the surname of the king of the Demon Race.

There are no demons in this world.

Before crossing the family and rebelling against the family, the Yuanying and Huanxu of Tianshui Jiange relied on the plum blossom barrier, stepping on the cultivation base and bones of the Muyue family to advance all the way, unimpeded.

After that, only the Mu family remained.

Without waiting for other soul lamps to block the way, the two walked out along the dilapidated stairs in the pavilion.Qin Shendu suddenly asked: "Mu Yue's family are both disabled people of Plum Blossom Barrier, why did the Yue family dare to betray the Tianshui swords, but the Mu family did not?"

Mu Fan looked at him with calm eyes: "Probably, because the Mu family is too big."

Qin Shen was stunned.

"Among the ancestors of the Mu family, there are thousands of people cultivating immortals, and these 76 people are not the only ones." Mu Fan's voice could not hear the joy or anger: "The prosperity of the family depends on the Tianshui Sword Pavilion, and there must be someone among them as a stepping stone."

After a while, Qin Shendu finally said, "They... were sent in by the Mu family themselves?"

Mu Fan nodded.

"In exchange for the resources of the sect? Do they know?" Qin Shen swallowed alone, and suddenly realized that he had never thought of this.

"You mean, when they were sent to the Tianshui Sword Pavilion, did they know that they were used as furnaces for the Plum Blossom Barrier?"

"They don't know." After a while, Mu Fan replied, "I didn't know when I was sent in."

Qin Shen alone suddenly felt cold to the bone.He subconsciously glanced at You Mu Fan, but saw that his expression was still as usual.

It's like telling someone else's story.

"Snowing."

Mu Fan said suddenly.

Qin Shen was taken aback for a moment, only to realize that he was reminding him to support his spiritual power.

After being wet by the icy snowflakes for a long time, he didn't realize it.

"Uncle, will Qing Jue appear?"

Mu Fan nodded: "He will. According to Qingjue's usual style, make a decision before making a move. If he can make a move now, it means that the timing is perfect."

Qin Shen said alone: ​​"Then what exactly does he want?"

Mu Fan replied: "Maybe they want Yuxuzong, maybe they want another demon clan, maybe they just want to ruin my reputation."

Looking at Qin Shendu's worried eyes, he smiled slightly: "There is no need to worry. Ever since he reversed the obstacle by chance 500 years ago, he couldn't kill me. If the person who gave the obstacle died, the person suffering the obstacle would not be able to live."

"Then if jade and stone burn together," Qin Shendu blurted out, regretting it in an instant.

"He won't," Mu Fan said, "He can disregard cause and effect, abuse the Plum Blossom Barrier Technique, and even take away more than once, because he cherishes his life."

The thin snow on Jianfeng drifted slowly, and Mu Fan got into the bamboo house before removing the restraint.

In the terminal, messages are used like a flood.

Lu Mengji called him a lot yesterday, but when he called back, it was busy.

Most of the rest came from the Xingbo account Zongmen just opened for him. Mu Fan glanced at it, only to realize that it was accidentally photographed by paparazzi in the film and television city that day.

He smiled slightly, but he didn't pay attention to it, so he naturally missed the rising hot searches.

He turned off the terminal, sat quietly by the desk, and wiped the glazed saber over and over again, his face as calm as water.

And when it was getting late, he finally waited for the slight fluctuation in his consciousness.

Qingjue activated the imprint of plum blossoms in the soul fire not far away.

Mu Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, followed the mark all the way, and then suddenly opened his eyes.

city.

Red silk star.

Before the guards from the demon capital arrived, Lu Mengji found a light mecha to replace the starship, and landed quietly in a deserted jungle.

He carefully controlled his consciousness to sweep across the positioning point of the jade slip, and then his face sank.

There are twenty or so monks, the rest are negligible, and one of them is in the middle stage of Nascent Soul.

Judging from the bone age, it should not be more than three hundred years old, so it is a little troublesome to solve.What surprised him was that the movement of that person's spiritual power was exactly the same as that of the disciples of the Tianshui Jiange in the past.

As far as he knows, no matter the sword cultivator or the demon race, they have never stepped out of the blue star, and in the past 600 years, there has not even been one who has broken through the middle stage of the Golden Core, but here is a Nascent Soul cultivator.

Lu Mengji quietly drew his sword out of its sheath, and hovered around in secret.

Here is a base.The Red Silk Planet itself has no intelligent creatures, and they do not know why they are stationed here.After approaching, Lu Mengji frowned slightly.

These monks are not pure-blooded humans.

He knocked one unconscious without hesitation, and then escaped silently into the primeval jungle.

Hands with thin calluses were groping around the man's bones. The body structure was slightly similar to that of a demon cultivator, but the spiritual power in his meridians was more like that of a sword cultivator.This person is at the peak of foundation establishment, but his dantian Lingtai is only as narrow as the middle stage of foundation establishment.

It's like a quick waste piled up with spirit stone pills.But there is clearly no erysipelas in the meridians.

He kicked, and the man woke up in a daze. After seeing Lu Mengji, he suddenly burst into a beast-like roar, but it only turned into a muffled groan in the enchantment.

"Tell me, who is your master?" Lu Mengji asked.

The man just looked at him resentfully, and he didn't know what language he was talking about.

Lu Mengji's eyes were locked on one spot on his shoulder, and black lines were gradually spreading on his gnarled muscles.And his body also began to gradually alienate, his eyes turned green, and black bristles protruded from his palms.

"Orcs?"

He finally understood the weirdness of it.These monks are neither sword cultivators nor demon cultivators, but aliens who have been taught superficial skills.

Seeing that he couldn't communicate, he beat the half-beast man aside without hesitation, and reached out to touch his terminal, but he touched some alarm, and the terminal suddenly started beeping loudly.

With force in his hand, Lu Mengji crushed the battery part and threw the terminal into the mustard bag.Then he turned around in a leisurely manner, facing the group of monks who had just arrived.

"Can you speak common language?" Lu Mengji raised his eyebrows.

The leader who stared at him closely was the monk in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul.His hair was long enough to reach his shoulders, and was bound by a hemp god. His facial features were handsome and rough, a look that people could remember at a glance.Lu Mengji especially noticed his smoky vertical pupils.

"Ask you something, Gray Eyes." Lu Mengji was not polite.

The gray eyes looked at him warily, then took out the terminal, and was talking to someone, obviously not using the interstellar lingua franca.

Lu Mengji took out the jade slip: "I'm looking for its owner."

The pupils of the gray eyes shrank suddenly, and the anger in his eyes seemed to have substance. His figure was like lightning, and he reached out to snatch the piece of jade slip, but Lu Mengji managed to dodge it.

"Since you can't speak well, let's beat until you are convinced." Lu Mengji casually threw the jade slip into the mustard bag, and punched him hard on the chin: "I heard that you orcs like to play like this?"

City, heavy rain.

The city hall is already on the third orange alert. The main roads that can be opened to traffic are extremely congested, and the alleys that cannot be opened to traffic are full of rain.

This area is full of dilapidated houses waiting to be demolished. Even the street lights are mostly broken. It is dark and dilapidated, and seems to be isolated from the whole city.

The rainwater quickly hit the roof of the bungalow, making a strange "click" sound, which made one's hair stand on end in the darkness.

But there was a person wearing a black robe, walking through the rain.His pace is obviously not fast, but people can't catch his figure. If he gets closer, he can only see the light blue sword light passing by.

He finally stopped at one place, facing the dim light, his eyes were locked on the back of one place.

"Junior Brother Mu, long time no see." The man turned around and smiled at him.

Mu Fan's eyes swept over his face, without showing any expression, he just said indifferently: "Qingjue."

"Do you still remember this face?" Qingjue suddenly changed his expression, his eyes widened pretending to be curious, and he deliberately imitated the boy's voice: "Uncle Mu?"

That was the expression of the Yuxu disciple who was taken away by him hundreds of years ago when he saw Mu Fan for the first time.At this time, it is still the same body, made by Qing Jue who has changed the core, it looks cute and weird.

Mu Fan didn't answer, but just looked at him coldly.

"I didn't expect that you would dare to come here alone." Qing Jue didn't find it boring, and continued to talk to himself.

"Do you dare to kill me?" Mu Fan asked back.

Qingjue smiled softly: "Junior Brother, you are pretty good. But you have to know, you can't kill me."

After speaking, four figures suddenly appeared in the darkness, all of them were around Jindan, with unusually tall stature and solemn eyes like a dead man.

What responded to him was the Glazed Light Sword that suddenly came out of its sheath.

"Mu Fan, I thought you were a smart person." Qingjue lowered his eyes and said softly, "Whether it was colluding with Yichen to reverse the plum blossom barrier 500 years ago, or designing to lure me to fetch the Luosangzi Soul Lamp. But I was wrong. If you dare to come, I have [-] ways to make your life worse than death."

Mu Fan curled his lips, "You are indeed wrong."

Qing Jue snapped his fingers, and the black shadow surrounding him suddenly moved out.

There was a thunderclap in the dark night sky, illuminating the cramped alley entrance, and the inverted sword's edge reflected the electric light, pale as white in the splashing water.The sound of torrential rain covered the buzzing of drawing the sword, and several figures galloped like ghosts in the old demolition area.

Among the four people who obeyed Qingjue's orders, any one who picked out had a cultivation level comparable to Mu Fan's.Mu Fan didn't hesitate, and jumped back quickly. The Glazed Light Sword cut through the rain, and shuttled back and forth in the alley. No matter how hard the leader bites, he can only see a corner of his robe sleeve at the end of the alley.

"Can't catch up?" Qing Jue picked up the terminal, and his brows and eyes were locked as a teenager: "How can you not find it in the early stage of Jindan?!"

"The person disappeared in the north six direction, and the spiritual sense can still be detected. He should not have left this block." Yirenhui reported: "I asked them to find it separately."

Qing Jue frowned silently. Behind him, the man holding the umbrella for him was as strong as a silent hill, with silver-gray vertical pupils staring closely at the person in front of him.

"Did he hide his cultivation?" Qing Jue said to himself: "The Broken Core is rebuilt, and it is impossible to have more at the early stage of the Golden Core. Mo Yu, you go there too."

The man holding the umbrella for him shook his head, "I'll stay with you."

At the end of the alley, a dead man held a sword, his eyes were alert and chilling.The sound of the rain did not drown out his five senses, and under Jin Danqi's spiritual consciousness, everything around him was invisible.When passing through a deserted courtyard, he suddenly held his breath, and there was a person hiding behind the low wall with his back facing him.

Suddenly, his spiritual power surged, and the blade of his sword was filled with blood, and he slashed towards the low wall like a thunderbolt.

The brick wall collapsed, and the dust that was thrown up suppressed the splashing water, even the dilapidated and unstable street lamp was lifted by this momentum.The end of the alley, which suddenly lost its light source, fell into pitch darkness, but there was a bright ray of light that tore through the thick fog mixed with brick dust and moisture, and pierced straight towards his neck.

Both the timing and the direction of this sword were just right, which made his hair stand on end.

In the chaotic field of vision, there was a man soaring into the air, with no sadness or joy in his eyes, and the raised glazed sword showed no mercy when it was handed out, it penetrated into his neck artery fiercely, and then rotated to one side before touching the cervical spine .

Blood spewed from the opened flesh, and the lifeless head was full of surprise and disbelief.

How can it be? !

Mu Fan retracted his sword, took a deep breath, his complexion became paler, but his eyes were full of light.The blood of the corpses on the ground was still warm, and amidst the stench of rancid blood, there was a sweet and greasy aroma of plum blossoms overflowing.

"Golden core's early stage cultivation?" He leaned over and quickly groped the corpse, his eyes were icy cold: "At least... it must have been fed out by forty monks."

Before Qingjue found out, he quickly took out the dark dagger, and pointed it towards the wound that overlapped with the Glazed Sword.In an instant, the dagger was full of blood and condensed into crystal plum blossoms.

There were footsteps in the distance.Mu Fan immediately withdrew the dagger and hid again in the sound of rain.

There are two people in this group, and one of them is even a mid-stage Golden Core.Mu Fan frowned slightly, this time it was more difficult than he imagined.However, he didn't stop. When the two of them were amazed by the dead body of their companion, he was already behind them like lightning.

"Be careful!" The man at the middle stage of Jindan suddenly noticed it, turned around and met Mu Fan face to face.

"He's caught!" his companion shouted in joy, not feeling sad at all for the corpse of his colleague under his feet.

The cultivator was triumphant, although Mu Fan dodged the vital point immediately, the sword light piercing through Mu Fan's right shoulder still pierced Mu Fan's right shoulder.

The man's smile froze suddenly, it was not Mu Fan who was bleeding from his right shoulder, but his companion who came with him and had his chest pierced.

Mu Fan withdrew his sword gesture, half of his body was soaked in blood but he didn't seem to feel it, as if he felt no more pain than he did.He actually took the sword just abruptly, and exchanged the life of another person with an invisible wound.

The remaining man suddenly trembled, his aura was suppressed for no reason, as if standing in front of him was a human Shura.He suddenly remembered what Qing Jue said, Mu Fan was cruel to others, but even more cruel to himself.

Amidst the lightning and thunder, Mu Fan didn't care about the wound on his right shoulder, and switched to holding the sword in his left.The glazed sword overflowing with plum fragrance was washed by the rain, reflecting Shura's face.

The facial features that were originally cold and beautiful were glamorous because of the smudged blood, and the moment they were reflected in the sword light was like a glimpse.

The world is stunning.

The dead man twisted his face abruptly, he yelled violently and attacked Mu Fan, his sword power was overwhelming like a white practice.Mu Fan retreated quickly, using spiritual power to forcibly suppress the wound on his right shoulder.His cultivation base is not so human, but he is concentrating on exploring while dodging.This person and the two people who had been beheaded earlier generally had gray vertical pupils, and he also had obvious signs of alien races on his body.

Bone age, about a hundred years old.The way of the sword is exactly the same as that of Qingjue back then, his cultivation base looks majestic but in fact is vain, no doubt it is the same as the previous two, forcibly piling up with plum blossom barriers.

With a sigh in his heart, he finally figured out Qingjue's way.

After taking away that Yuxu disciple, during these hundreds of years, he hid in a foreign race, and used the bloody means of the plum blossom barrier to pile up these few Golden Core monks alive.

There may be more than a thousand people who died under his hands.

In the blink of an eye, the two had already exchanged more than thirty moves, and Mu Fan bit the tip of his tongue fiercely to resist the dizziness caused by the excessive blood loss from his right shoulder.Seeing that he was only struggling to hold on, the man looked happy.A sword wrapped in a mighty force pierced into the position more than an inch away from his chest.

As long as the person is not dead and can be brought back, half-disabled is also fine.

With a stabbing sound, the tip of the sword sank into Mu Fan's black gown, and the man's eyes became more excited, as if the future promised by Priest Qingjue was right in front of him.When Mu Fan is handed over, those who are at the same level as him will become his cultivation furnace, and all his spiritual power will be rewarded to him by the priest...

It was suddenly pitch black in front of his eyes.

In the alley, the two fell to the ground.It's just that Mu Fan put one knee on the ground when he was out of strength, and the Glazed Light Sword eagerly supported his master.Mu Fan took a deep breath, and there was a winding bloodstain from the corner of his mouth, which was wiped gently by the cuff after a while.

The three corpses on the ground all maintained the fear before death.The plum fragrance accumulated by hundreds of thousands of people is blazing and rotten, and it continues to overflow with the blooming blood flowers, just like a feast.

Mu Fan's gaze swept across their pale faces.

The cultivation base obtained from the plum blossom barrier is illusory but not real, and there is no spiritual power in it, but there is no way to do it.Although it is the early stage of Jindan, it is far weaker than the same level.

As for strangling that person by leapfrogging, it was his last resort.

The Broken Pill was rebuilt. Although the cultivation base is at the early stage of Jindan, his spiritual consciousness can be compared to the peak of Jindan.

Mu Fan simply treated the two wounds, but fortunately only the bone was visible in the depth of the right shoulder.Immediately afterwards, he pulled out the dagger, and followed the fatal wounds of the other two people to draw blood.

The torrential rain hit the gray bricks and plastic sheds of the demolition house, as if the fierce fight just now had never existed.Mu Fan waved his sleeves, and the fire slowly rose, burning the three people.The strong plum scent was quickly covered by the earthy dampness.

At the same time, the entrance to the alley.

Qingjue ruthlessly crushed the terminal that was full of busy messages: "Dead? Raising them until now is so useless. Mu Fan, you wait for me! Mo Yu, I order you to go over now"

Mo Yu still stood quietly holding the umbrella, speaking in a low voice: "You have lost your cultivation and need protection. I will guard you here."

"Mo Yu," Qing Jue laughed out of anger, "Do you know why I like Mo Suotuo more, because he is more obedient than you."

Mo Yu's eyes were slightly displeased when he heard Mo Suotuo, but he said: "He is the most obedient, but I just want to protect you. So he is left by you in the base, but I can be by your side."

At this moment, Mo Yu's terminal rang.He connected to the communication with one hand, even though half of his body was wet in the rain, the hand holding the umbrella for Qingjue remained motionless.

Immediately afterwards, with a gloomy expression, he handed over the communication to Qing Jue.

"What?!" Qing Jue's voice was sharp and angry: "Someone broke in? Who?"

When the monitoring image of the base came, he took a deep breath.

"It's Lu Mengji." Qing Jue's voice was deep and creepy: "Suzaku has turned his back on you. Mo Suotuo, listen carefully now. Remember the dagger I gave you, that is the barrier. Now All the people in the base are at your disposal. Lu Mengji is in the late Nascent Soul stage, so you can take a dagger and go get the cultivation of Mo An and Mo Cheng, so that you can compete with him."

On the other end of the communication, Mo Soto's expression was suddenly pleasantly surprised.He could hardly believe his ears, Priest Qingjue actually put such an important thing in his place.

"Mo Soto," Qing Jue said softly, "Are you willing to take the life of your twin brother for me and for yourself?"

Mo Suotuo's eyes were shining brightly, and the unsealed dagger cut off the head of the person following him in a flash.

"Mesot is willing." In his eyes, obsessed with fiery love.

"Good boy." Qing Jue praised: "Although they died under your hands, they died for glory. If you take their cultivation base, you will be able to reach the peak of Nascent Soul, and you will be able to live for them. If you still kill If you can't get Lu Mengji, you must protect yourself first. Just tell Lu Mengji that Mu Fan is in our hands, and he will retreat immediately."

After saying that, he hung up the communication.

"Go back." After a long silence, Qing Jue spat out two words from his teeth.

Mo Yu, who was guarding behind him, nodded, and Yu Jian took him into his arms.

"Four were sent out, and three died. The remaining one, you can feed it when you go back." Qingjue's eyes were burning with anger, and he looked down to see Mo Yu encircling his arm, and angrily said: "Mo Yu, hello Be bold!"

"Don't be angry," Mo Yu said in a low voice: "You said that we are only here to find out the truth this time."

However, in the next second, Qing Jue was furious again: "The last person was found by Mu Fan."

Originally thought that the prey in An Ran's plate turned out to be a hunter.

"He really hid his backhand."

Qing Jue's face was extremely ugly.

"Don't be angry." Mo Yu's voice was still calm.

"Everything you want, I will get it for you one day. Please trust me, just like I trust you, and one day I will give me Mosot's cultivation base."

Red silk star.

Lu Mengji looked at the man in front of him coldly.

That gray eye, which disappeared for less than a stick of incense, became extremely difficult to deal with.

There was a blazing plum blossom fragrance in the air, and Lu Mengji could figure out what happened even if he thought about it with his feet.

"I said," he said sarcastically, "The one who looks similar to you is your twin brother? You killed him too? You guys who play plum blossom barriers. Tsk, your circle is really messed up."

Without saying a word, Mo Soto rushed towards him.The cultivation base of Yuan Ying's peak made Lu Mengji not dare to mistake him lightly.However, in terms of the number of roads, it is obvious that Lu Mengji is more sophisticated.

The two were evenly matched, and quickly abandoned their sabers between back and forth.Lu Mengji is a demon cultivator, and Mo Suotuo is an orc. Both of them are best at the most primitive fighting style.

It is also the bloodiest style of play.

Because of Mo Suotuo's unstable cultivation base, after a stick of incense, Lu Mengji clearly gained the upper hand.Mo Suotuo was forced to shout loudly, and was defeated and turned into a beast. It turned out to be a black leopard.The leopard's eyes were full of anger, and he wished he could fight Lu Mengji to the death immediately, but when he thought of Qing Jue's confession, he could only bear it secretly.

"Hey, are you going to run with your tail between your legs?" Lu Mengji said, his spiritual power skyrocketed again.

If you can't find the owner of the jade slip, you can catch this subordinate to make up the number first.

Sensing the crisis behind him, Mo Suotuo hurriedly ran in one direction.Lu Mengji narrowed his eyes slightly, there were obvious traces of formations there.He stepped forward without hesitation, just as he was about to resist the formation, he suddenly heard Mo Suotuo speak.

Sure enough, he could speak the common language. Although he was not proficient in speaking, this sentence made Lu Mengji look cold.

"Mu Fan is in our hands."

"Nonsense." Lu Mengji's pupils shrank, and he subconsciously touched the imprint of the sword light on his shoulder. His heart was only a little relieved, and his expression was extremely dangerous: "Sure enough, you are planning Afan."

However, such a meal gave Mo Suotuo an opportunity to escape.When Lu Mengji came back to his senses again, the overwhelming formation was pressing on him.

He let out a cold snort, Yuan Empress's cultivation reached its peak, while contending with the formation, he still felt uneasy and took out the terminal.

Three seconds, five seconds, twenty seconds, Lu Mengji's face was covered with dark clouds, and his breathing gradually became heavy, until the moment the communication was connected, it finally settled down.

He took a deep breath and finally calmed down.

"Why do you want to call?" Mu Fan's voice was very soft, with noise in the background.

With Lu Mengji's character, he has always been direct video.

"The signal is not good." Lu Mengji said without changing his face, and blocked the sharp sword energy in the formation.Just because I was too worried.The sword light, which was originally inaccessible, made a small cut on the back of his hand.

"It's windy," he added.

How could he be willing to tell the truth and let Ah Fan worry.As he thought about it, the faster he broke through the formation.Those who were involved in the plum blossom barrier huddled in this broken base and couldn't come out, so they found someone to blow them up when they turned around. He must return to Afan immediately.

"Is it raining where you are?" Lu Mengji asked.

Jianfeng never rains.

"Yes." Mu Fan replied softly, "It's raining heavily."

The torrential rain in the city was still raging, taking advantage of the sound of thunder and lightning, Mu Fan pulled out the Glazed Light Sword from the body of the last person.In the suddenly lit alley, the snow-white lightning made his face paler.The thin lips were slightly blue due to excessive blood loss.

The next intersection is the downtown area.

The last slain soldier thought exactly the same way as Qing Jue used to, and held an unarmed ordinary person to force him to submit.

It's just that Mu Fan fell down once, and there won't be a second time.

600 years ago, in Tianshui Jiange, countless disciples from the outer sect who had not established their foundations died under the sword of Qingjue.

600 years later, the Glazed Light Sword turned into a green glow and was thrown out, beheading the dead man who was about to rush into the downtown area with only one step left.

Qing Jue was no longer in Blue Star, and disappeared without a trace just like the Golden Core cultivator who followed behind him.But under Mu Fan's feet, the corpse was silent, only the faint fragrance floated, like the last plum blossom in the city tonight.

Mu Fan sat down at the entrance of the alley, the pain in his right shoulder was already numb, and the fingertips of his left hand holding the sword were bloody due to too much force.He is holding the terminal with his right hand.

Mu Fan took a deep breath.

"Afan?" The long silence made Lu Mengji faintly worried. He swung his sword to split a hideous monster and asked in a deep voice.

Mu Fan leaned against the low wall piled with broken bricks and cement, trying to recognize Lu Mengji's voice amidst dizziness.It's better to have a focus of attention in your mind than nothing.

"It's raining heavily, and the signal is not good." He heard himself say so.

The plum blossom barrier is a private affair between the Mu family and Tianshui Jiange, and he will never let Lu Mengji get involved in it. 3000 years, like a dead end.How much can be filled in and can't be withdrawn.

Mu Fan sat down for a while, using his sword to prop up his body weight. After a few steps, he could no longer tell that he was seriously injured except for his pale complexion.

He needs someone to talk to him non-stop, so that he can remain conscious and vigilant, and bring the plum blood he got back to Yu Xuzong.

"What's the matter?" He said, his words were gentle as usual.

Inside the formation, Lu Mengji remembered that his communication was endless, which inevitably aroused suspicion.His mind turned, and he suddenly thought of the message Wei Shu sent the day before yesterday.

"Afan, we're on the headlines again." Lu Mengji said seriously, the exit of the formation was right in front of him, and the pressure in the void was doubled, but it didn't affect his steady tone.

"Because it was in the film and television city that day?" Mu Fan asked.He walked all the way to the intersection, and seeing the neon lights in the rain, his eyes suddenly seemed to have a little more life.He clicked on the terminal again, and hailed a car in the blackened vision.

Lu Mengji nodded, and said brazenly, "Next time, give this kind of third-rate tabloid a little more money, and you won't be photographed when you go to the movie theater, playground, game hall, and Star Cruise with Afan."

Mu Fan smiled slightly: "Okay."

One or two hovercars parked on the side of the road, Mu Fan reported the address, and sat in with the last of his consciousness.

On that side, Lu Mengji was beyond excited.

Afan agreed.

Movie theater, playground, game hall, star cruise ship, Afan agreed to all of them.

"Mansion, seat. Someone will be waiting outside."

Lu Mengji heard Mu Fan talking to others.

"Afan is still in the market?" He frowned slightly, according to what Xiao Zhou said, he should still be in the Yuxu Sect.

However, what responded to him was the voice of actively hanging up the communication.

In a split second, Lu Mengji reacted suddenly, his expression darkened.

Inside the taxi.

The heating dissipates the cold of the city's rainy nights.

The windshield wipers smear the feasting lights of the whole city into an exaggerated light and shadow.

The driver looked into the internal view mirror and immediately clicked his tongue in amazement: "This young man is so handsome!"

In the car, the original low-pitched music was cut off, and the driver changed the channel, which was the entertainment star news at night.

"Yesterday, actor Lu Mengji was photographed in the film and television city with new hot search characters..."

The driver was getting old and couldn't bear to listen to entertainment news, he tried to chat with the only passenger while changing the channel: "What do you think is so good about this Lu Mengji, my daughter's room is full of his posters. For the past two days, I've been talking about Lu Mu every day, it's like a madman..."

He talked on and on for a long time, only to realize that there was no response from the back seat.

He looked back again, only to find that the very good-looking young man had already leaned on the back seat and fell asleep, his eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes.

The driver hastily and considerately lowered the volume.But in my heart, I sighed, she looks so good-looking, it would be nice to be plain, why is she still wearing perfume.I can't tell what kind of flower smell it is, but it is particularly strong when the passenger turns over his right shoulder the moment he enters the door.

The driver changed the station again and continued to listen to the music.

On the radio, the sound of the acoustic guitar flowed slowly: "Be your cat, play tricks on me, in this silent night..."

Mu Fan's closed eyes moved slightly, but he still couldn't regain consciousness, and fell into a coma again.