The protagonist Gong is still reincarnated

With the fall of Zhouyan, the intertwined roots of the towering giant trees were withdrawn to the surroundings, revealing a small entrance, which took Zhouyan into it, and then closed it again.The leaves fell, as if nothing had happened.

With Zhou Yan's level of cultivation, he couldn't survive the ensuing fright. He was about to fall to his death. Before he hit the ground, he passed out in the air and fell solidly to a place in the cave.

This [Qi Shen] cave at the bottom of the tree is dark, and I don't know how to spend the years day by day.

Zhou Yan didn't know how long he had been in a coma, so he rubbed his head and got up from the ground. It was pitch black in front of him, and he chanted the lighting spell, and a ball of light that moved with it appeared on the top of the cave.

The place he was in seemed to be a passage, with stone walls on both sides. There were some small holes in the stone wall, and many broken sword blades protruded from it.

Could this be the so-called [Fate Sword Qi Shen] hole?

Zhou Yan looked at those broken swords, speechless.

He firmly believed that Tongming Peak was not that poor, so he walked forward without even looking at those broken swords.

This passage is really long, Zhou Yan can't remember how long he walked, the more he walked, the more and more broken swords, and the better and better appearance, but there was still no broken sword that made Zhou Yan stop .

No way.

Zhou Yan was stunned.

But when he turned a corner, a complete stone wall suddenly appeared in front of him, indicating that he could not pass through.

There are also two large characters engraved on the stone wall:

剑缘

Zhou Yan touched the two big characters in a daze, his consciousness was fuzzy, and he didn't even notice that he had changed his place.

"My poor little brother!"

The girl's desolate cry at the grave brought back Zhou Yan's sanity. He looked at the desolate wilderness around him, and the girl crying terribly at the grave not far away. Instead of feeling frightened, he calmed down.

"Girl, who are you?"

Zhou Yan approached the girl step by step and asked.

The girl turned around and looked at him with a complicated expression, "I am the daughter of the Pengqiu Yu clan, ranked sixth, and my name is Yudie."

Zhou Yan looked around and saw nothing but the tomb and a thatched cottage next to it.

"Miss Yudie, can you tell me what is this place?"

Zhou Yan asked Yudie for help.

Yudie stood up and walked towards the thatched hut, "This is, of course, the home of our seven brothers and sisters of the Yu family!"

Zhou Yan followed her into the thatched hut, and saw seven beds in the house, five of which were lying on five mutilated men, some with broken hands, some with missing legs, and what's more, they were A headless corpse.

Zhou Yan was a little panicked, but still followed Yudie, pretending to be calm, and asked: "Girl, since your elder brother passed away, why don't you add a grave for him?"

Yudie stopped, looked at him angrily, then lowered her head as if she knew it was useless, with tears in her eyes, "He is not dead yet...but my little brother has disappeared forever... ···”

"Your brother, how did you die?" Zhou Yan glanced at the headless corpse on the bed, sweating profusely, but continued to talk to the girl bravely.

Yudie suddenly grabbed his collar and growled angrily: "Didn't you take him away? Give it back to my brother!"

Zhou Yan was taken aback. For some reason, she suddenly became angry and said some strange words, so she could only keep struggling, "Miss Yudie...you have something to say..."

Yudie let go of him and said in a daze: "Forget it...it seems that you are not him..."

"Who am I not?"

Zhou Yan was still in shock, determined to be a sensible ghost even if he died, and asked.

"A trash!" Yudie said coldly.

Zhou Yan didn't know whether she was boasting that she was not a waste, or ridiculed that she was not as good as a waste.

"Let's go!" Yudie gave the order to chase away the guest, "I, Pengqiu Yushi, have nothing to do with you! My younger brother Yushen died to repay your kindness, and the past and the past are all gone!"

Mimi woke up from the coma, Zhou Yan leaned back, his brain was hit again, and he let out a painful cry.

Turning around, he found that he had fallen asleep in front of the [Sword Edge] stone wall...

There are no girls crying graves, thatched huts, headless corpses...

Was it just a dream?

This sword hole is really evil!

Zhou Yan decided to leave quickly and walked back from the innermost part of the passage.As he walked, thinking that Zu Xiaoren was still outside and he had gained nothing, wouldn't it make him laugh?

There are also some good-looking residual swords on both sides.

Zhou Yan didn't choose too much this time, he found a place at random, and began to pull out the broken sword in the cave.

Do not move.

He spent a little more effort and replaced it with a smaller broken sword.

Still not moving.

Zhou Yan was furious, and he used all his strength, including his hands and feet, to pull the broken sword desperately.

Maybe God took pity on him, this sword is broken, but it has a hilt, not even a blade.

Zhou Yan threw the hilt of the sword into the storage bag, wiped the dirt and sweat off his face, and planned to continue walking back.

"buzz"

Strange voices sounded.

Zhou Yan turned around and saw nothing, it was really strange.

The bad premonition in his heart became stronger, and he ran quickly, and found the source of the sound within a few steps.

The broken swords on the walls on the left and right sides of the passage trembled, as if they were about to get out of the cave, one, two, finally, all the broken swords rushed out!

Goal, Zhou Yan!

Zhou Yan was scared out of his wits, he forgot what Yudie said long ago, and just ran forward, running for his life is the most important thing.

Thousands of broken swords gathered into a strong wind of swords, engulfing Zhou Yan in it and leading it towards the exit, the whole passageway was shaking violently.

On the cliff of Tongming Peak.

Patriarch Yan, who had been waiting for Zhouyan to come out, was startled, and realized that there was something wrong with the [Yuanjian Qishen] cave. He saw the [Qishen] tree painfully spreading its branches around, causing extreme pain in the middle of the cliff. big commotion.

He was about to fly down with his sword, when two figures, one purple and one green, were faster than him, and they had already landed on the [Qi Shen] tree.

Patriarch Yan looked at the two people on the tree and calmed down a little.

[Qi Shen] Unable to withstand the huge impact at the bottom, he opened the branches and released the sword wind.

Zhou Yan's whole body was carried into the air by several broken swords that tied his collar.

The sword wind seemed to be broken from it, and was sealed in the ground.

The few remaining surrounded Zhouyan with great vigilance, and set up a sword array, facing the source of the seal.

"hug me."

A cloud of hot air suddenly hit his ear, and the next moment Zhou Yan found himself being lifted into the sky and escaped from Can Jian's control, he quickly hugged the person who spoke just now.

The man made seals with his right hand in the sky, sealed the remaining unreconciled broken swords back to Sword Valley, and brought Zhou Yan back to the ground.

"Thank you..." Zhou Yan just wanted to say thank you, when he looked up and saw the real face of the other party.

He stared blankly at the man in front of him, as if in a lifetime.

Jianghuacheng was in a daze of a big dream, and many memories were hidden in his heart, like a sealed box, just waiting for a suitable key to open him.

Those libretto... those people engraved into the soul... those pictures intertwined back and forth...

The man didn't wear the crimson red dress, and there was no sword dancing in the golden hall of the main hall, but a dark purple Taoist robe, elegant and solemn, with a dust whisk in his left hand, his beautiful hair scattered behind him like a waterfall, and a small hair between his eyebrows and eyes. dark red imprint.

"you are······"

"In the rest valley in the next day, Bu Youyin."

Bu Youyin nodded to signal him to let go of his sleeve.

Zhou Yan took a few steps back in a panic, but still couldn't help looking at his face.

really familiar...

It seems to have seen it many times.

Patriarch Yan and Xiao Muluo just arrived.

Patriarch Yan looked at the younger brother with a dumbfounded face, and said helplessly, "Bu Zhenren's charm really hasn't diminished."

Xiao Muluo echoed: "Indeed. But my uncle also has a headache. Back then, it was rumored by various factions that he was all over the city with a smile, and Moxiu was also moved. He smiled less from then on; others said that he was as gentle as water, and he never had a good temper with anyone. !"

Bu Youyin also had a sense of deja vu.

He looked at the boy who was only twelve or thirteen years old in front of him, and felt that he might have something to do with his breakthrough opportunity.

Others may laugh at their intuition, but Bu Youyin never does.

As a world-renowned demon cultivator, he has always valued every intuition, no matter if it is luck or danger.

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