The No. 1 blue face in the world of comprehension

Outside the magic domain.

As a place where the powers of immortals and demons intersect, there are actually no scenic features, and it is still blindly surrounded by mountains, rivers and green waters.

The sun had just passed the middle of the day, and it was the hottest time of the day, and even the leaves were a little wilted, curly and drooping, lifeless.

Suddenly, the leaves in the dense forest shook, startling countless birds and beasts.

In the chaos, the curly dead leaves swayed and fell into the gurgling stream, but were instantly swallowed by a black crack that appeared out of thin air at the bottom of the water.

The black demonic energy gushes out from the crack at a speed visible to the naked eye. As the crack expands, it continues to devour all the surrounding creatures. The flowers, plants and trees immediately wither and die, and the beasts are swept up by the magical energy and swallowed directly into the abyss. .

As if a gigantic beast opened its mouth, devouring everything visible to the naked eye——Fallen God Tianyuan finally reappeared after 2000 years!

The entire cultivation world almost felt the earthquake, and the elders of Xianmen went out to check, but they didn't feel the speed early, so they wandered around looking for the two peak people.

At the moment when the abyss stopped expanding, thousands of flying swords and pitch-black dragons flew from two directions and collided above the abyss!

The majestic spiritual pressure even dissipated a lot of the devilish energy in Yuankou, but with the arrival of the flying sword and the magic dragon, two figures, one black and one white, also appeared beside Fallen God Tianyuan at the same time.

Blessed by Tianyuan's devilish energy, the magic dragon became more and more lively.

Feng Bumin felt the restless magic power in his body, but his magnificent golden eyes were even more dazzling against the background of the black mask.Looking at the Taoist in Xuanyi, who was flying with silver threads, his cool and thin lips bent down, and he said displeasedly, "Why is it you again?"

Jun Wuxin was surrounded by thousands of swords, and his hair and clothes were lifted by a barely visible spiritual flow. Although he was surrounded by the monstrous demonic energy, he was not disturbed at all, and he was still a peerless moon palace fairy.

Hearing this, there was no wave in his eyes, but there was a soft and quiet smile on his face, and he said calmly: "Shuyue is also very curious about this question."

The immortals around the Taoist blocked the demonic energy ten feet away, Jun Wuxin stood with his hands behind his back, and an ordinary wooden sword was still leisurely floating around him, without any intention of summoning the natal sword.

Feng Bumin looked at him for a while, then sneered: "In this kind of place, don't you plan to use your sword?"

"Eh--"

Jun Wuxin stretched out a finger and shook it: "Jun's sword doesn't come out just by saying it."

He said, pointing his fingertips towards the other party: "It depends on you, whether you can force Jun to draw the sword."

Feng Bumin's complexion immediately darkened, and the cold light on the mask said: "Arrogant and conceited!"

"Aren't you arrogant, you can give it a try—"

It's not that Jun Wuxin's eyes were gloomy, and the smile on his face remained the same: "Don't cry when you lose."

With a loud roar, the magic dragon once again clashed with the flying swords all over the sky.

Obviously both are condensed by nothingness and are not made of metal, but the moment the two intersect, they make a clanging sound that resounds through the world.

The two overwhelming pressures confronted each other on the other side of Fallen God's Abyss, but they dissipated all the demonic energy that consciously wanted to wrap around the two of them, exposing nearly hundreds of miles of dry stream beds and dead trees.

Feng Bumin pursed his lips tightly, as if he was resisting some force, the emerald light in his dark golden eyes sometimes appeared and disappeared, and even the power of the magic dragon was sometimes stronger and sometimes weaker.

At this moment, where the pressure of the two intersected, a figure suddenly appeared.

Half-step monks fighting together, anyone would be instantly crushed at the intersection of the pressure of the two, but this person hugged a young man in one arm, rushed out of the abyss with all his might, and was on the edge of the abyss again Stand still in danger.

Jun Wuxin and Feng Bumin trembled, but they looked over at the same time, their pupils constricted at the same time.

Jun Wuxin: "Hanhan!!"

Feng Bumin: "Qing Yun?!"

The man was dressed in white, but he was only wearing an underwear. His tall and slender waist was outlined in a way that caught people's attention.A pair of peach blossom eyes with exquisite and clear lines are clear and flawless, full of all kinds of elegance, making people wish to drown in the inadvertent tenderness revealed by the eyes as soon as they look at them.

Of the two teenagers in his arms, one faced Feng Bumin with a thin figure and bright golden eyes, which made him freeze in place; the other faced Jun Wuxin, although his face was pale from fright, His eyes are full of shrewdness and calculation.

The golden-eyed boy has been staring up at Shen Zhihan's chin dumbly, but the shrewd boy suddenly let go of his hand that was tightly grasping the hem of his shirt, his sleeves flicked, and a sharp knife with blood grooves and barbs appeared on it. The dagger immediately appeared in the palm of his hand.

The moment Shen Zhihan stood still, the dagger in the boy's hand turned upside down, and unexpectedly pierced into his right chest!

"you……?!"

Jun Wuxin and Feng Bumin saw the disbelief in Shen Zhihan's eyes at the same time, and saw the young man take advantage of the moment when his right arm was relieved from the severe pain, and the toe leaped out from the dagger's tail.

"Hahahahahaha! You two go to die together!!!"

Weak and ferocious laughter sounded from the other side, Jun Wuxin subconsciously turned his head to look, but Feng Bumin seemed to have expected it, he just dodged, and a thin figure appeared in front of Shen Zhihan in an instant, spreading his arms to block the person in front of him. behind.

The aura emanated from a blood-stained long-bearded man dozens of feet away, and it flew at the moment the boy jumped up, but it went straight through Feng Bumi's body, and hit Shen Zhihan's injured body directly. right breast.

Unscathed, Feng Bumin turned around in disbelief, only to see that the dagger that had only vainly pierced into Shen Zhihan's chest had disappeared.But the latter has not yet recovered from the astonishment, so that he completely forgot that there is an abyss behind him.

Under the severe pain of the man's full blow and the dagger's full penetration, he bowed his body slightly, but unconsciously made a wrong step, and his whole body immediately fell back.

"Han Chi!"

Jun Wuxin arrived later, and reached out to grab Shen Zhihan's wrist that was unconsciously raised when he fell, but the grip was empty.

The two watched Jun Wuxin's slender fingers wrapped in ice silk gloves pass between Shen Zhihan's wrists, as if brushing the air without any resistance.And the latter loosened the left arm of the golden-eyed boy, and was about to push him out of his arms, but at the same time, the two of them were wrapped in a cloud of black mist that suddenly surged up and disappeared without a trace.

Feng Bumin, who had been motionless since turning around, froze on the spot, muttering in disbelief: "Time and space... overlap?"

"what?"

Jun Wuxin turned her head in doubt, and was about to ask in detail, when a familiar shout suddenly entered the eardrums of the two of them.

"Qing Yun!!!"

A flash of sword light came suddenly, Jun Wuxin turned around, and saw a white-haired Taoist in black clothes descending from the sky, rushing towards him.

The feeling of seeing himself in this kind of place is very subtle, and even Jun Wuxin's expression became a little strange. When he realized that the scene in front of him was a scene that happened 3000 years ago, he almost instantly guessed what Feng Bumin said. The meaning of "space-time overlap".

Because of the presence of a mystical place like Fallen God Tianyuan, coupled with the spiritual power fluctuations when the two fought, the time and space 3000 years ago and 3000 years later overlapped. After 3000 years, they can see the people and things beside Tianyuan 3000 years ago, but people 3000 years ago can't see Jun Wuxin and Feng Bu Mercy!

There was silence between the two, but what happened 3000 years ago was still going on.

The long-bearded man laughed maniacally after he succeeded, but after a while, he turned his stern eyes like a poisonous snake to the huddled young man, and said viciously: "Okay, Mo Shucheng, how dare you defect with him, it seems It’s a way to forget the Promise Palace!”

He raised his old palm, and Jie Jie laughed: "Don't think that since you have the blood of the Mohist family, this palace master can't do anything to you. That kid Qing Yun has fallen into a doomed situation. Next, what should I do with you?"

Mo Shucheng shrank his neck, but the moment he saw the Taoist, he shouted: "This immortal! The immortal you are looking for was killed by him!!!"

The young man's voice was hysterical because of the threat of death and the strong desire to survive. He looked at Jun Wuxin who was holding the lying snow, but his little hand pointed directly at Wujizi: "He is the one who beat the fairy! Now he wants to kill me again!" Witnesses, please help Xianjun!!!”

When Jun Wuxin heard this, his eyes staring at Fallen God Tianyuan immediately turned to Wujizi who was staggering even when he was walking.

The eyes that had always been filled with a gentle smile finally turned cold at this moment, and the coercion that belonged to the out-of-body period swept out, immediately crushing the man, and he fell to his knees on the ground with a "plop".

"You really... damn it!"

Wo Xue flew out of his hand, but when it reached Wujizi, it split into hundreds of identical sword shadows, and then one of them pierced through one hundred and eight big holes around the old man without landing, directly crucifying him to the ground.

Jun Wuxin looked at it coldly, and then stretched out his hand wearing an ice silk glove to hold it in the air, and the majestic spiritual power crushed Wujizi's soul and head at the same time: "If you want to use your human body as an animal, why don't you Don't be reincarnated again!!!"

Mo Shucheng, who was saved, finally heaved a sigh of relief, and immediately squeezed out a flattering smile on his face. He was about to speak, but saw the white-haired Taoist in black clothes light up out of nowhere, and then jumped up, and jumped off the Fallen Angel Tianyuan!

"……No way???"

He froze in place, almost unable to believe his eyes: "Is there really someone in this world who voluntarily sends himself to death?!"

Seeing his own figure also disappear in the depths of Tianyuan, Jun Wuxin, who had been silently watching the development of the situation, finally said: "...So that's how it is."

No wonder he couldn't find Shen Zhihan no matter what in the past five years. It turned out that he fell into the turbulence of time and space during the battle with the Void Demon and went back to 3000 years ago!

Having figured this out, Jun Wuxin didn't want to stay any longer, and with a single movement of his body, he withdrew his coercion, and his whole body turned into a streak of light and flew away.

Without the confrontation of upright spiritual power, Feng Bumin finally heaved a sigh of relief, and slightly parted his tight lips: "Mo Shucheng... so it was Mo Shucheng."

He also absorbed the demon energy all over his body, and with a flash of his figure, he appeared above the head of the demon dragon hovering in the air.The giant dragon let out a long roar, but flew away towards the golden platform.

In the distance of Tianyuan, Mo Shucheng finally regained his senses reluctantly, put away the mocking smile on his face because of Jun Wuxin jumping into the abyss, and finally got up slowly.

He lifted the jade pendant in his hand to his eyes, and within the translucent jade pendant, there was a faint human-shaped white light, which was reflected by the sunlight to give off a warm and clear brilliance.

"With it, no one can stop me from returning to my home..." He carefully stuffed the jade pendant into his arms, finally showing a greedy smile on his face.

He was about to lift his feet to leave when a figure in white appeared out of thin air.

A knee-length veiled veil cap conceals the man's figure, but his figure can still be seen as picturesque. Even if he walks anxiously, his steps still seem to have been measured with great precision, and the distance between each step is the same.

Mo Shucheng paused, then suddenly flinched again, hesitatingly said: "...Xianjun?"

The moment Fang Qiyu saw the bloodstains and corpses all over the place, Fang Qiyu knew that he was late.

The sword energy belonging to Jun Wuxin and Shen Zhihan hadn't completely dissipated yet, he turned his head and saw a young man about seventeen or eighteen years old, probably frightened, shrunken and looking at him timidly.

Fang Qiyu immediately came to the young man, his voice was gentle, but with obvious anxiety: "Little brother, where are the people here? It's the two who brought out the sword."

Mo Shucheng seemed to recall something terrible, his face turned pale, he pointed to the abyss not far away, and said in horror: "All...all fell!"

Fang Qiyu was startled: "What?!"

He immediately got up and wanted to get closer to check, but the boy suddenly grabbed the corner of his clothes: "Don't go to the fairy! There will be people who eat people!!!"

Mo Shucheng tugged on the blue sleeve robe of the visitor, crying, "Help me, Xianjun! Help me!!!"

Knowing that the past is useless for him who has only cultivated to the Nascent Soul, Fang Qiyu finally sighed, then turned around and looked back again: "What's wrong? Don't be afraid, just speak slowly."

Mo Shucheng wiped away the tears all over his face, and said in a hoarse voice: "I was taken captive to Wuji Palace, and I was forced by Wujizi to do countless evil things! Now the owner of Wuji Palace and the four elders are dead. But I have nowhere to go, and I ask Xianjun to take me away and save my life!"

Fang Qiyu listened, and his brows became tighter and tighter: "Is there such a thing?"

The young man nodded desperately: "If you don't believe me, Immortal Monarch, there are still blood Guzi Gu planted by Wujizi in my dantian. Although the mother Gu has died with Wujizi at this moment, the child Gu should still be there. You can check it at will !!!”

Hearing the words, the former released his spiritual consciousness, and indeed found a blood-red worm in the boy's dantian, but it had lost its vitality, hanging there limply.

Fang Qiyu sighed: "I didn't expect Wuji Palace to do such an outrageous thing."

He stroked the boy's somewhat messy hair, and softly comforted him: "In that case, I will take you to the Jingwei Academy first, there is someone there who can probably take out the body of the Gu worm in your body."

"Thank you Xianjun!!!"

Mo Shucheng was so grateful that his knees softened and was about to kneel when Fang Qiyu forcibly supported him and pulled him up: "No need, just help."

He gently grabbed the boy's arm: "Time is running out, let's leave quickly."

With the disappearance of the figures of the two, the phantom beside Tianyuan finally disappeared.

The effect of overlapping time and space ended because Jun Wuxin and Feng Bumin's residual power dissipated, and the majestic demonic energy gushed out again, but it seemed to be restricted by something, and it could only wreak havoc within a hundred miles on both sides of Fallen God Tianyuan. Even if it is a tree that grows close to the boundary, only the part of the branches and leaves that cross the boundary are corroded, and the rest are still thriving and safe.

The cold mountain is covered with snow all the year round. Today, thick clouds gather and snowflakes are floating all over the sky. The already icy air seems to be a little colder.

A giant tree seems to be made of black ice, without a single leaf, but there is no sign of dead vegetation, but hanging clear ice crystals, standing against the wind.

A sword light flew down at this time, and suddenly changed under the tree, turning into a sword-like figure.

The snow flakes were isolated by the invisible force, and they couldn't touch the visitor's long hair that was a little whiter than the snow and the corner of the black cloak covered with gold embroidery.

Jun Wuxin stood under the tree for a while, then raised his sleeve and flicked, the air in front of him trembled like water ripples for a moment, and a transparent barrier slowly fell down.

He took a step and walked in unhurriedly.A few inches of snow had accumulated on it, but no footprints had been left.

The barrier rose and closed again the moment he entered, but Jun Wuxin, on the other hand, lost all color on his calm and gentle face in an instant, and Juanxiu's long eyebrows were tightly frowned.

The tightly stitched collar moved, and a crystal clear leaf came out: "I told you not to go, but to be brave! What's the use of going?!"

The immature child's voice complained, but there was a gentle light flowing from the leaves like a clear spring, wrapping the whole body of the Taoist.

The blood that Jun Wuxin had been suffocating in his throat finally overflowed, and because he bent slightly, it dripped onto the snow. The contrasting color scheme was particularly glaring, so he only glanced at it before looking away. , looking forward.

"At least... I know one thing." He looked better, wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, then straightened up and walked forward again.

His eyes fell on an ice coffin surrounded by ice crystals, and there was a man standing behind the ice coffin.

The silhouette of the man is deep and somewhat exotic, and even his side face has the indifference of a sword, giving people the illusion that he is originally a sharp sword.

Her long black curly hair was half tied up by a high crown inlaid with black jade and gold, and the untied part was draped behind her back as softly as seaweed.

Sensing that someone was coming, those black pupils that seemed to be filled with frost and snow were originally staring at the person in the ice coffin, but at this moment they moved slightly and landed on Jun Wuxin.

"You came."

Lu Zhilan's thin lips parted slightly, but his voice did not show the slightest respect from his apprentice to his master, instead it was flat.

On the other hand, Jun Wuxin, no matter whether it was the second apprentice who appeared in the forbidden area at this time, or his calm and indifferent attitude, he was not surprised at all. Instead, he teased: "Once Hanhan leaves, you can't wait to stay here." gone."

He walked slowly to the ice coffin, looked at the figure lying quietly in the coffin, with a gentle smile on his face: "Guess, what did I see when I went out this time?"

Lu Zhilan also looked into the coffin, and said lightly, "I don't know."

The man in the coffin was only wearing snow-white single clothes, his clear and delicate cheeks had the rosiness of a healthy person, but there were some ice crystals hanging on his slender and thick eyelashes, and there was a seductive arc drawn from the corners of his slightly upturned eyes.

A mole of tears landed just right under the corner of his right eye. Even with his eyes closed, he could vaguely see how glamorous and heartbreaking he must have been when he was awake.

Jun Wuxin stretched out his hand, and through the transparent coffin lid, touched the fire mark between the eyebrows of the person in the coffin, which looked like a red lotus in full bloom, and said in a low voice: "I saw the other side of the abyss, how Hanhan was attacked by someone, fell into it."

He paused, but curled his fingers caressing the ice crystal: "If I had known the truth, I should have killed that young man in the first place."

Lu Zhilan listened to him in silence, but only said in a low voice: "It's fate."

"That's right—if you don't fall into the abyss of heaven, how can Han Han discover your existence?"

Jun Wuxin sighed softly, and said helplessly: "In the past, I thought that Hanhan was just similar to his face. It wasn't until I extradited my own blood to Hanhan that I realized that they were originally one person."

"...In this way, I am not as clear-sighted as you."

Lu Zhilan pursed his lips, and said calmly: "Jian Xin is pure."

Jun Wuxin suppressed his self-mockery, and slowly said: "Now that we know that Hanhan fell into the turbulence and returned to 3000 years ago, then only Feng Bumin can bring him back."

He looked at Lu Zhilan and said seriously: "I will find an opportunity to discuss this matter with him, but he probably already guessed that Han Han's physical body is in the Wuwei Sect. During these days, we must be careful."

Lu Zhilan nodded, then his eyes turned and fell on his pale lips: "Your body?"

The crystal leaf that had been hanging around Jun Wuxin's neck finally had a flash of inspiration at this time, and the immature child's voice came out again, and he said angrily: "If you continue to die without restraint, I'm afraid there will not be much time!"

Jun Wuxin laughed, with some helplessness in his expression: "How can it be so serious? Senior, don't scare me."

"I'm alarmist???"

Ye Ye was almost annoyed: "It's obvious that you, a junior, are fooling around because of your profound cultivation!"

It hates iron and scolds: "Say it yourself, did I tell you that the shackles of the Heavenly Dao will be aggravated by ten times after the Fallen God Tianyuan appears? You are lucky, and you are fighting against Fengbumin with the demonic energy next to Tianyuan You are so powerful, why don't you just jump down and kill all the monsters at the bottom of the abyss?!"

Jun Wuxin's expression was as usual, as if he was not affected by him at all, he listened to the other party's non-breathing, and smiled thoughtfully: "Hey - senior can be praised. No matter how powerful Shuyue is, it's not the same that he is affected by the cracks in the world. Tired?"

The leaves were choked up by him immediately: "You..."

"Oh, it seems that there are more cracks in the world." Jun Wuxin interrupted him, but he tilted his body, lazily leaning against the side of the ice coffin, and sighed with a frown, "It really hurts..."

Leaves:"……"

This person is really as annoying as the one with the surname Mu! ! !

"I'm really curious, did you become so annoying because you lost your heart?!"

It said bitterly: "It should hurt you to death!!!"

Jun Wuxin smiled leisurely, then rested his chin with one hand, and said in disapproval: "Senior, you can't say that - to be precise, this junior was already so annoying before he cut his heart."

He raised his eyebrows at Lu Zhilan who had been silently examining himself: "Are you right, Alan?"

The latter's face was calm, and he nodded immediately after hearing the words: "That's right."

Ye Ye was completely speechless with anger: "...I really need to remind you all the time!!!"

It pretended to be weak and let out a long sigh: "Thousands of my compatriots, why am I the only one who is so physically and mentally exhausted? My life is too short..."

The crystal-clear leaves drooped listlessly, Jun Wuxin finally stopped teasing it, and straightened up again: "But Feng Bumin did the right thing, at this moment, it is indeed time to go to the Golden Terrace to find trouble."

He stretched out his hand to poke the leaves, and said with a low smile, "Senior, are you leaving?"

The leaves finally moved, and slipped back into Jun Wuxin's tightly stitched collar: "...just go, anyway, I can't control you."

"Alan," Jun Wuxin knocked on the lid of the ice crystal coffin with his index finger, "Would you like to see home?"

Lu Zhilan didn't answer, but his eyes fell back into the ice coffin again, staring intently at the person in the coffin again.

Jun Wuxin withdrew his hand and left the barrier again.

The moment the water ripples that appeared due to being touched disappeared, the white-haired Taoist stood under the giant ice crystal tree, but turned his head slightly, and his eyes fell on the ice coffin that was flowing with spiritual light again.

"Really persistent..."

He sighed lightly, and then disappeared.

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