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Qin Luo's face turned ferocious, and some blackness even flashed in his eyes, but it only lasted for a moment, and when he raised his eyes again, he regained his composure, and there was no panic on his face, "I am one with Miehun, this way Say, I am indeed dead."

Chen Cang looked at Qin Luo's change indifferently, "Is it fused into one body or is it controlled by this sword? I also failed to subdue Quexie. This seems almost qualified to me...but the sword master and How can the relationship between swords be as twisted as ours?"

"Twisted?" Qin Luo chewed these two words, "It's not normal for the dove to occupy the magpie's nest."

"Since you know that your soul-destroying should not belong to you, why do you insist on carrying out this prophecy of destroying the world?"

"This prophecy is doomed. It doesn't make any difference whether it's Shiren or others. It's the right way to follow the sky." Facing Chen Cang's questioning, Qin Luo is not guilty, and has the potential to occupy the world's truth.

Chen Cang stared at Mie Hun. In Si Qianjun's memory, he didn't see the entanglement between Qin Luo and the sword, but he could probably figure it out... In fact, Qin Luo couldn't subdue the sword at all.That's right, back then, Qin Luo's mortal body with naked eyes was only a little bit longer than mortals, so no matter how passionate he was, how could he be able to subdue Miehun.On the contrary, his body was occupied by this sword, and he gradually ate away at it, until now he didn't even have any instincts left, only a remnant body persistently planning to destroy the world.

He and Si Qianjun are really hard to say who is more miserable.I just hate that there are many twists and turns in this world, mistakes and mishaps, and good fortune tricks people!

"Forget it, what do you want to do with me, but I read Si Qianjun's 30-year memory, and there is one thing I want to say..." The flashing light in Chen Cang's eyes was no longer compelling, he calmed down, and brought with him the memory of all his experiences. Qian Fan's exhaustion, "Qin Luo, Si Qianjun is very sad."

Qin Luo, Si Qianjun is very sad.

Qin Luo's subconscious reaction was to smile, his mind went blank, who is Si Qianjun?I don't know if I haven't heard of it.

The fog is thick, and I can't get rid of it even with all my strength.It's just that there is a touch of red flying in the mist. This red is very abrupt, but it is so sticky that people's eyes cannot be removed.There was a pain in one place, and Qin Luo looked for it at a loss, not the ears that were cut by himself, nor the right hand that was shattered by Mie Hun, not any place on the body...but it was the pain, the pain was so painful that he could hardly stand up .

"Is it Qin Luo? What's so good about chopping firewood? From now on, follow me. I'll teach you how to use a sword!"

"You are my servant, but you show your face to me, how can there be such a reason?"

Scattered words drifted past my ears, and the speaker's tone was brisk... probably a young man who didn't know much about the world.

Qin Luo closed his eyes, there was indeed such a person a long time ago, he was never lost, always bright, just enough to warm himself, relying on him to let go of the cold air that was frozen in the world that year.

How can such a person be sad.

How can you be sad.

There was a year when the human world ushered in an abnormally severe winter, and countless people died of starvation and freezing.

This winter has been extraordinarily long, with no end in sight.Qin Luo went to the Solitary Flock Palace several times this winter, and met a young man who didn't know how to suffer, and then the winter was over.

This young man was too beautiful for him, too beautiful to be his own, and it was indeed the case. His short lifespan of a few decades was just a snap of his fingers, and after his death, the boy would still be a boy.

Melancholy and distress knocked him down, and before he learned to let go, the boy was gone.

All that was left was a piece of broken soil and a saber.

Qin Luo stared at the sword, not even knowing where to put his hand.

His teenager wasn't supposed to be like this.He can be high-spirited or sneaky, but he must not be a lifeless and cold clod.

Without this young man, he would probably have died that winter, without even having the chance to struggle with life.Relief came too late, I wasted years by distracting thoughts...it was really stupid.

Fortunately, there is still a chance, he has not completely lost the boy.On the road ahead, he will do his best to protect the young man and protect him from wind and rain.I just hope that the young man will remain fresh and worry-free as before.

But this road is too long, and I lost my little boy while walking.

It turns out that I have failed to hold his hand twice, Qin Luo thought clearly.

A thousand words, I deserve it.

The blue light on Miehunjian's body flickered for a moment, and then was covered by black death energy.Qin Luo let go of his hand, and Mie Hun fell down.And his own body also began to crack, dense cracks instantly covered his whole body, a small opening opened on the side of his face first, and then the collapse was like a flood with the valve pulled open, which could not be contained.

Qin Luo's eyes were looking at Chen Cang, but it was a bit vain, and he didn't know whether Chen Cang was really imprinted in his eyes.The once dignified, virtuous, and exquisite are all ruined, and the mouth full of the way of heaven in the past has not uttered a word in the end.

Qin Luo's body shattered into a small pile on the ground, with Miehun lying beside him.This appearance and this scene are exactly similar to when Si Qianjun passed away 30 years ago.

Kang Ling took a deep breath, unable to understand this situation, why Qin Luo collapsed without warning, a good person was broken like a piece of porcelain.

Looking at Chen Cang again, I saw that Chen Cang also had a sad expression on his face.

Chen Cang stared at the mound in a daze, and it took a long time to come back to his senses, and asked without thinking, "What is good luck?"

What is good fortune... Kang Ling really can't answer this question.

Fortunately, Chen Cang didn't really want to wait for Kang Ling to give him an answer, so he let out a long sigh and looked away.

Seeing Chen Cang slowing down, Kang Ling quickly asked, "Why is Qin Luo like this all of a sudden?"

"Thirty years ago, Qin Luo became Miehun's puppet, but Miehun did not directly annihilate Qin Luo's consciousness... Bit by bit, he could get an excellent body. Miehun is probably uneasy It was because of this sword that he did this. It is worthy of being a sword that devours souls. Its spirituality is indeed extremely high, and it was almost enough to let it succeed... After all, Qin Luo still has some consciousness and instinct left. And live, once Si Qianjun dies, he won't be able to hold on any longer." Chen Cang said with regret in his tone, and explained to Kang Ling the entanglement between Si Qianjun and Qin Luo.

Kang Ling was very surprised after hearing this, "I didn't see it... I didn't expect..."

After sighing, he remembered Chen Cang's inner demons, "What about you, you didn't look very good when I saw you."

"It's nothing." Chen Cang understood Kang Ling's worry, "My demons are probably gone."

"Gone?"

"I saw my elder brother in Si Qianjun's memory, and he said... no, he passed on his thoughts to me, and he doesn't blame me."

Although he faced Lu Zhechen's soul extinction again, he also saw Lu Zhechen's relief at the same time.The tragedy in Luoxia Palace was said to be caused by Quexie's madness, but the sword bearer was still Lu Zhechen.But Xie can't use it as an excuse for everything, and the feeling of fighting against the same family still lingers in Lu Zhechen's fingertips.

There is one more person who is trapped by this incident, Lu Zhechen.

He can't get out, he can't forget, and he can't live in peace after death.Just because he died, there was no chance of redemption.But for the 70 years spent on Nanka Mountain, the complete death of his soul was not too difficult for him to accept, but it was a punishment for his sins back then.

When he left, he let go of this evil obstacle.

What he wanted Chen Cang to see was not to hate Chen Cang for leaving him in Nanka Mountain.Chen Cang understood what his brother meant, he was punished for his mistakes, after the punishment and the pain, he continued to walk.

Back then, Lu Zhechen naturally didn't expect what was going to happen, but he just had an extra thought and left this way, and he happened to meet Chen Cang.

The whole process of cause and effect gathers into a circle, which is born by others and explained by others.

Kang Ling waited for a long time and only waited for a vague sentence, but he also knew that it was not easy for him to ask about his senior brother, so he shut his mouth resentfully.A light, light thought floated in my heart, you don't even have the size of a palm to deal with other people's sects.

"Speaking of which, I have to thank you for this." Chen Cang said.

Kang Ling: "???"

Chen Cang smiled, took two steps forward, and kissed Kang Ling's side cheek.

For a moment, Kang Ling felt blood flow backwards all over his body, and a surge of pride surged in his heart.He suddenly understood what Qin Luo was doing, and now he could just let him swallow his soul alive!

Without the series of events that started from Mrs. Yan, Chen Cang's inner demon could not be solved easily.In Mrs. Yan's illusion, Chen Cang began to distinguish between the real and the fake. For the first time, he fished himself out of the illusion, and then Kang Ling's subtle influence...

Chen Cang's smile remained undiminished, and it was my good fortune to meet him.

After talking about Qin Luo, there is still a soul extinguishing right now.

Kang Ling: "What, since this sword should belong to you, why don't you accept it, but it happens that the evil is hard to control, why don't you change it?"

Chen Cang picked up Miehun and flicked it lightly, "This sword has too many thoughts, I have no luck to bear it, who knows if I will become the next Qin Luo."

After he finished speaking, he inserted Miehun next to Qin Luo's broken body and penetrated deep into the soil.Then he took out the sword that Si Qianjun gave him, and inserted it next to Miehun.After placing the two swords side by side, he sized them up and felt satisfied. He turned into a white flower and placed it on the mound.

"Although you are all soulless, it's meaningless to do these things, but it can be regarded as a place of sustenance... I hope... I will live forever."

Kang Ling watched from the side and didn't stop him, but raised his eyebrows after he finished, "Mie Hun is ten blades, don't you think it's a pity?"

"Don't you believe in the theory of ten blades?"

"I don't believe in the prophecy of annihilation, but these swords are indeed rare and good swords."

Chen Cang stopped, put his finger on his lips, thought for a while, and said to himself, "It is indeed a good sword, but is it just a sword?"

"Ok?"

"These swords have intelligence, and they probably have their own emotions, maybe they don't want someone to use them."

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