The whole world of comprehension is obsessed with me

Withered vines and fallen leaves, one leaf knows autumn.

The branches of the thousand-year-old tree cover the sky and the sun, and the withered and yellow leaves rise with the wind. From the dense pile of leaves, there is a breathless moan.

The pile of leaves suddenly arched, and a pale but dusty hand tremblingly stretched out from the pile of leaves.Ye Wuyou turned over from under the leaves, laughed loudly on his back, the echo echoed under the cliff, shaking the birds to fly away.

Heart-piercing pain came, the pain in the chest spread to the limbs, and the sound of breathing was so loud under the quiet and deserted cliff.

"I knew I wouldn't die so easily, I...cough cough." Ye Wuyou spewed out a mouthful of blood, lay down on the ground and coughed violently, and got up staggeringly.

The blood on his chest and shoulder blades had dried up into dark black, and there was no more blood oozing out, but he fell from the cliff, his clothes were torn, the cloak behind him was also torn to pieces, and there were countless scratch marks on his face.

Ye Wuyou endured the pain all over his body, sat on the trunk of the big tree, looked down at a branch stuck in his thigh, bit a piece of cloth torn from the cloak, and breathed deeply several times With a deep breath, he held the branch with both hands, closed his eyes cruelly, and pulled it out suddenly, dripping with blood, but no trace could be seen on the black clothes.

Ye Wuyou's black hair was soaked in sweat, dripping on the back of his hands, he tore the cloak into strips steadily and orderly, and bandaged the wound on his thigh.

These were just superficial wounds. In his previous life, he had gone through countless days of bandaging the wounds and healing them alone. Looking back now, he really had to thank himself in his previous life.

Ye Wuyou rested his head on the tree trunk and looked at the sky to breathe, the sky was so far away, the mountain was so high, this closed place was like a gap split from the mountain, which made him feel a little desperate.

"I don't know if someone will come looking for me." Ye Wuyou thought for a while, then laughed at himself. He didn't know how many people he had offended, so no one would come looking for him.

At this time, the realm of the spirit void is probably already in chaos, who can take care of me?

Zhan Yuan disappeared, and he was seriously injured, how could he escape this prison.

If my brother was here, he would definitely come.

Ye Wuyou closed her eyes in despair, and suddenly heard a buzzing sound in her ears, Ye Wuyou was startled, it was Zhan Yuan's voice.

Without further ado, Ye Wuyou reluctantly got up and followed the sound.

Behind the big tree, there is a cave, and Zhan Yuan is hovering over the entrance of the cave, humming and trembling.

"Zhan Yuan!" Ye Wuyou grabbed the hilt of Zhan Yuan's sword and comforted it, "It's all right."

But Zhan Yuan seemed eager to take Ye Wuyou into the dark cave, Ye Wuyou listened to the sound of water droplets coming from the cave, his Adam's apple rolled up and down.

I am a little thirsty.

"You want me in?"

Ye Wuyou walked into it along the wall, but the inside was too dark, he could only listen to the sound of dripping water to identify the direction, and suddenly his feet stopped, as if he had hit the end of the stone wall.

Ye Wuyou groped in front of the stone gate, but he didn't know what he touched by accident, and the stone gate opened with a bang.

As the stone door opened, a bright light shot out from behind the stone door, Ye Wuyou turned his head and closed his eyes.

Ye Wuyou opened his eyes and walked inward until he was able to get used to the bright light completely.

If the outside of the cave looks like a gap avoided from the mountains, then the inside of the cave is a patio in the gap.

Looking up, you can see the blue sky.

"What kind of place is this? Zhan Yuan, is there anything you need here?"

Zhan Yuan buzzed and tremblingly responded to him, Ye Wuyou looked around, but found nothing, stroked Zhan Yuan, and said, "Take me to find it."

Zhan Yuan cheered instantly, the tip of the sword flew obliquely to the right, Ye Wuyou staggered away, stood in front of the stone wall and took a closer look, a sword pendant was inlaid under the stone wall, and an unknown name was carved on the crystal clear white jade. The texture is extremely mysterious.

Zhan Yuan slipped out of Ye Wuyou's hand and flew in the air, sending out sharp sword lights to cut through the stone wall, and the sword pendant fell from the stone wall.

Ye Wuyou was about to lean over to pick it up, but he didn't expect the sword pendant to rise into the air, emitting bursts of golden light, and flew towards Zhan Yuanjian.

And the Zhan Yuan Sword also met with it happily, and the junction of the hilt and the sword pendant emitted a white light that could pierce the sky, soaring straight into the sky.

Ye Wuyou was a little hurt by the dazzling light, tilted his head and closed his eyes, and after the white light dissipated, he found that the sword and the fall were just like that.

This fusion seemed to consume all the spiritual power of the Zhanyuan Sword, and it suddenly fell from mid-air. Ye Wuyou hugged him to his chest. Although he didn't know what the sword pendant was, the sound coming from the Zhanyuan Sword He has never felt the cold touch and the faintly powerful sword energy, just like a cultivator who has advanced through cultivation.

Zhanyuan is his sword, which was always by his side in the previous life, but since he strayed into the magic way, he discarded it. This is the sword that Ye Wudao gave him, and it must not be contaminated by the magic energy.

After rebirth, Ye Wuyou always took him by his side, no matter when and where, he never left his body. Day after day, this Yuan Zhan Sword actually gave birth to a bit of wisdom. Anyway, it's not that dead thing anymore.

Could it be that Zhan Yuan has been promoted because of getting the sword pendant now?

Ye Wuyou sighed, leaned against the corner of the wall, put Zhan Yuan by his hand, and unbuttoned the clothes on his chest. The chest pierced by the long sword had scabbed at this moment, and it still hurt when he pressed his hand lightly.

With the wound running through his chest, he didn't know why he didn't die.

Suddenly, the Zhanyuan Sword in his hand trembled violently, the sword body was suspended, and a dazzling golden light flew out from the Zhanyuan Sword. , turned into an adult.

It was an extremely handsome man, with sword eyebrows drawn into the temples, and a face with distinct facial features like a sculpture. His angular face was extremely handsome, with full domineering and majesty. He seemed to be a born king. He was resolute and should not be underestimated. Focusing, half awake.

Ye Wuyou stared at him closely, only felt that the biting cold air permeating his body was no weaker than Zhan Yuanjian, but after a second thought, he was the sword spirit of Zhan Yuanjian, so the cold air would naturally be threatening .

The man raised his eyes and looked at everything in front of him. There was no focus in the cold and arrogant eyes, and the dark eyes seemed a little at a loss, but he pretended to be calm, "Who am I? Where is this?"

Ye Wuyou became interested in an instant, with a meaningful smile on the corner of his mouth, "You are the sword spirit of Zhanyuan Sword, and I am your master."

"Zhan Yuan?" The sword eyebrows flying obliquely into his temples frowned slightly, he seemed to have thought of something, and there was a little tremor in his distraught voice, "Your name is Ye Wuyou?"

"Correct."

The voice trembled even more, "Ye Wuyou! Your name is Ye Wuyou! Then do you have a master named Bai Yi and a brother named Ye Wudao?"

Ye Wuyou nodded, the sword spirit seemed to be struck by lightning, stared at the void for a while and was speechless for a while, Ye Wuyou saw his lips moving, as if he was talking, approached him, only heard him say : "Oh my god, I actually traveled to my own novel and became the protagonist's sword."

protagonist?

This is the second time Ye Wuyou has heard this name.

"Who is the protagonist?"

The sword spirit slowly came back to his senses, his eyes finally had the focus, still cold, looking at Ye Wuyou, who was covered in scars, and said quietly: "The protagonist is you."