Words and words once again come out of the sword.

This sword is extremely fast, this sword is extremely furious, this sword strikes like a thunderbolt, the sword goes to the person, Yan Zhenci came to the reincarnation pool in the blink of an eye, leaned forward and held the shoulder of Yuan Yinliu!

In a blink of an eye, the High Priest and Ming Ruri couldn't catch up, shouting in unison: "Put him down!"

This is just wishful thinking.

Yan Zhenci plunged into the pool with one hand, and came out of the pool with the other hand around Yuan Yinliu's body.

The light blue true energy lingers around the body, but is swept away by the words and the words as a sword with disgust.

He hugged the person with both hands, turned to face outward, and made a sword with one step, and one sword struck a demon.

With only a single sword, he forcibly breaks into the devil's lair and no one can stop him!

But in the end, one wrong thought can separate life and death, causing a lifetime of regrets.

Words said: "Good disciple, master will take you back."

The road ahead is long, and the sound of Yuanyinliu seems to ring in the ears again: "But everyone knows that Yuanyinliu has a good rhythm, enjoys fine wine, watches beauties, lives in Qionglou Yuyu, sits in a BMW fragrant car, and wears brocade clothes..."

Yan Zhenci replied in a low voice: "There is nothing here, it is so dark, how can it be worthy of my apprentice?"

When the high priest and Ming Ruzhou saw Yuan Yinliu's body leaving from the reincarnation pool, their complexions changed drastically. They calculated and plotted thousands of ways, but they will fail in the end?

A ray of light casts down from the sky.

At the end of the day, lead clouds overlap, and a light is like a crack, tearing apart the difference between heaven and earth.

In the burst of morning light, the ground suddenly rose and trembled slightly, but the true energy in the reincarnation pool suddenly boiled like water, rushed up violently, and fell straight into the body of Yuan Yinliu embraced by Yan Zhenci!

The sudden change, the words on the pillow wanted to stop it, and the blood-dripping sacrifice hanging on the zenith became shriveled and sunken at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the remaining vitality in the body seemed to be forcibly drawn out in a very short time, and then merged with the previous true essence , rushing into the body of Yuan Yinliu together.

Boom! ——

Boom! ——

Boom! ——

The lost heartbeat reappeared in the body of the deceased, and the cold body became warm with a breath from the heartbeat, then scalded hot, and finally burned like a flame.

His hands were on fire in an instant, and he never let go of the pillow words. He looked closely in astonishment, and saw that the original sound flow lying in the arms had inhaled all the true essence, and the breath reappeared, and then his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes. open your eyes.

A short moment is infinitely long.

Yan Zhenci saw the dead person open his eyes again with his own eyes, and before he realized the ecstasy that was born in his heart, those eyes that were completely opened met him.

His face was the same as before, his body was the same as before, but in those opened pupils, all the colors that used to be there were no longer seen.

Everything is cunning and smart, careless, and the smile is gentle, all submerged in this vast and lonely pupil.

These pupils, like everything in the world, have never entered the eyes.

Yuan Yinliu suddenly turned his hand, and pressed his palm on Yan Zhenci's chest.

The mighty, boundless and irresistible power was poured into Yan Zhenci's defenseless chest at a moment's notice. How did he knock out the high priest and Ming Ruri just now, and how did the original sound stream knock him out at this moment.When receiving this palm, thousands of thoughts flashed one by one, and the high priest laughed ecstatically in his ears:

"The power of Jieyuan really regenerates, and I have finally forged the peerless magic weapon! Kill! Kill the person in front of you—"

It turned out to be the case.

The words and pillows are as clear as ice and snow.

This is the ultimate goal of magic.

Using the blood of the Sui clan to regenerate the power of the demon lord Jieyuan, and then manipulating the blood, use it as a humanoid weapon.

The devil's blood detected by Dachen Zhipan at first was himself, and the devil's eyes were all on him.Everything in front of me, if it wasn't for the sudden death of Yuan Yinliu, it would have been a catastrophe for me——

At this point in the thought, the words and pillows hit the wall of the stone palace heavily, and the remaining momentum did not disappear. They rolled on the ground again and again, and finally fell heavily under the outer wall of the stone city.

The power of this palm affected the previous injury, when Yan Zhenci turned over, a mouthful of blood splashed to the ground.

Before all the demonic people around came up to him, Duan Muxu, who was closely behind Yan Zhenci, suddenly appeared, and without saying a word, he pulled them away: "Uncle Master, let's go!"

The elder of the Sword Palace came in a flash, and left in an instant, turning into a rainbow in the sky in the blink of an eye.

In the stone city, Ming Ruzhou suddenly dodged, came to the side of Yuan Yinliu who had closed his eyes again after he slapped his palm, caught the falling body, and said to the high priest, "High priest, return to Fengdu. The Dharma has not done its full work, but the power of Jieyuan has been revived, and there is no need for a place of birth. You and I can warm up in Fengdu again, so that the magic weapon can be perfected! Fear is coming!"

High Priest: "Go!"

After speaking, the two left with the rest of the people in the opposite direction.

In an instant, the two sides went their separate ways, and the wind and sand remained, leaving only the desolation and decay after the Great War.

The sunny day in the sky has not changed, the red leaves are burning, and the birds are singing melodiously.

On the top of the Sword Palace, Yan Zhenren suffered serious injuries due to Taixu's Blade, and stayed in bed for more than a year.However, the evil way was moving and major incidents happened one after another. In the end, Zhenren Yan could not rest at ease to heal his wounds. He left his room today and sat in the Heaven Receiving Hall again.

Yan Zhenren said: "The story of the sand sea has spread all over You Lu. The elder holding the sword has also told you about the more detailed inside story. I don't know what you think in your mind?"

Good and evil have fought against each other for a hundred years, and for Fengdu, which is looming on the rise, the righteous way doesn't need any thought, just curb the killing.The so-called "idea" is nothing more than the original sound stream.

Di Yushan said: "The deceased is gone, and the person who has recovered in Yuan Yinliu's body this time must be the legacy of the devil's blood. Righteousness and evil will not tolerate it, so there is no need to worry about it so much."

Quite a few hall masters responded: "I think the meaning of the law enforcement elders is upright, and this sect should have a stand."

As the head of the three elders, Duan Muxu also served as the acting head, so it was inconvenient to express his attitude at this time, and everyone waited for the meaning of Qi Yunwei, the elder who passed on the practice.

Qi Yunwei pondered for a long time, his gaze flicked past Yan Zhenren's calm and unwavering face, he sighed secretly in his heart, and said: "Although Master Yinliu has only been in the Sword Palace for a short time, as a disciple of Master Jingliu's uncle, he is very close to Jingliu. Liushi's uncle traveled all over the world together to eliminate many disasters, and his contribution is not small. The high priest of Fengdu, Fengdu is as bright as day, and we must avenge Master Yinliu!" Her eyes were serious, "I have the same thoughts as Senior Brother Zhai, If Uncle Yinliu appears in front of us again, it is definitely not a person from the past, but a demon who desecrated his body! Only by killing the demon can we comfort the spirit of the deceased in heaven."

Everyone in the hall has reached an agreement.

Yan Zhenren nodded slowly after a moment of silence.

The dead cannot be brought back to life, and the survivors are desolate and speechless. It is the mountains and rivers that are still different from people.

The pain of 20 years ago will be tasted again 20 years later, so I know that youth is premature, and I always feel ashamed.

Qi Yunwei said softly again: "When the news of my junior brother came out a few days ago, the Daqingyuan Mansion had already put on white flags, and the royal family of the Qing Dynasty and all the ministers went to the Yuan Mansion to express their condolences. We have set up a tomb, and you can go to worship together later."

Everything in the palace is planned.

A person outside the hall who had been standing here since the very beginning waved his hand to the gatekeeper disciple, turned and left.

Autumn is bleak.He recovered very slowly from the injury he suffered from the sea of ​​sand, and he was always in pain. He walked slowly along the winding path on the mountain with his hands behind his hands.

You can see the Xixin Pond in Jietian Temple, the library building of the seven-story pagoda, and the jingshe hut connected to Shuyu Pond.

The words came one by one, and I didn't feel that I was in front of the hut.

The window is half open, standing outside the hut, you can still see the velvet quilt made of cloud silkworms on the bed and the ivory and root carvings placed on the Duobao Pavilion.

Everything is no different from the past.

Looking carefully at the words and pillow words, there is always a trance in my heart, as if someone came out of the room in the next moment, lifted the quilt lazily, and lay down again...

With a "click", there was a sudden sound in the room!

Yan Zhenci's heart suddenly trembled, he pushed the door with his hand, stepped in, his eyes quickly swept across the room one by one.

Not by the table, not on the bed, not behind the shelf, not under the window—

All visible places are empty, as if the soft sound just now was only an illusion.

He closed his eyes lightly and calmed down.

Before he could open his eyes again, there was a sound of flapping wings next to his ears, as if the original sound stream was coming from a distance with Jiaojiao, and said in a long voice:

"Good master—"

"Where is Brother Yuan, where is Brother Yuan, where is Brother Yuan!"

Jiaojiao flew in front of Yan Zhenci, and patted Yan Zhenci's head and face with her beak and wings.

Feathers flew around, Jiaojiao was furious, flying around the house, calling Yuan Yinliu: "Brother Yuan dropped the bird again, Brother Yuan dropped the bird again, you took Brother Yuan away, you Bring Brother Yuan back!"

Yan Zhenci opened his eyes and looked at the parrot in a daze, his throat was slightly blocked and he could not utter a word.

It is the mountains and rivers that remain but people's faces are invisible.

How can you bear to see all kinds of things in the past?

Yan Zhenci held the bird in his palm, stroked its feathered head lightly, finally put it down, and walked out.

"Good master!" Yuan Yinliu shouted suddenly.

The illusion is alive, but it is so real when it is born in the ear.

Yan Zhenci thought for a while, his feet took root and he couldn't move.

"Good Master." There was another sound from behind, followed by the sound of flapping wings, Jiaojiao flew to Yan Zhenci, and begged, "The bird will stop scolding you, the bird will not hate you anymore, you bring Brother Yuan here, the bird I miss Brother Yuan."

"Your brother Yuan..." Yan Zhenci only uttered these four words.

During the Lu Ming Banquet, the dialogue with the original sound stream popped into my mind.

"Good student, what do you know?"

"Good master, I know everything."

Do you know everything in the world, know today, and know life and death?

The true energy scurry through the body to wreak havoc, Yan Zhenci felt a severe pain in his chest, a fishy sweetness in his throat, and spit out a mouthful of blood!

Above the river, there are thousands of hanging coffins; below the river, there is the palace of the abyss.

In the underground palace, in the reincarnation pool several times larger than the land of reincarnation, the original sound flow quietly floats.

And beside him, the High Priest, Bright as Day, and several important people in Fengdu were all present.Gein has been ten days since Yuan Yinliu returned to Fengdu. During the ten days, the true essence gradually ceased to flow into Yuan Yinliu's body, but another trembling aura slowly came from Yuan Yinliu's body. It overflows, undulates and surges, all the time.

Today is the day when the power of Jieyuan will be revived!

The high priest stood at the front, under the golden mask, the animal eyes were firmly fixed on the body of Yuan Yinliu.

soon, soon...

Just wait for it to open its eyes——

A thought flickered, and in a blink of an eye, the trembling aura surging in the underground palace suddenly boiled like magma, causing the hurricane to gather for no reason, and rushed to the surroundings in an instant!

The lights flickered from dim to bright.

The hurricane is strange, it can penetrate the body's true energy, and the strands are like knives, cutting bones. Everyone in the underground palace was caught off guard, unable to resist, and they all retreated several steps.Before he could stabilize his body, he heard a loud bang, the reincarnation pool exploded, the true essence overflowed, the original sound flew up, suspended in the air, and opened his eyes!

The ecstasy came as expected, the high priest laughed loudly, stepped forward against the hurricane, and ordered to the waking body: "Your name is Jieyuan, you are my divine soldier—"

The person suspended in mid-air looked down, his eyes were cold and supercilious.

The cold light just flicked, and after a flick, all the emotions that belonged to the world returned.Because having everything is like having nothing.

He raised his eyes and looked around, smiled softly, and with a wave of his hand, flicked the high priest away like an ant.

"I am Jieyuan, whose soldier is it?"

Volume [-] Ancient Talisman

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