The No. 1 blue face in the world of comprehension

Shen Zhihan can be sure that what is in front of him is not a hallucination caused by exhaustion.

For some reason, Chengshuang was full of spirituality in front of him, unlike any spirit sword he had ever seen, with a clear light flashing, as if urging Shen Zhihan to come forward and find out.

And in fact, he did.

Shen Zhihan was not blocked by a transparent invisible barrier like Feng Minzhi, on the contrary, the moment he stepped within three feet of Chengshuang, he could clearly feel that his whole body was entering a warm hut from the cold late autumn forest In the middle, the sudden relaxation and warmth made him startled.

His body seemed to be pushed by something, and he walked towards Chengshuang involuntarily.Sword Intent, which had been extraordinarily gentle and tolerant towards him, also became cheerful and clingy, as intimate as a lover's caress.

Before Shen Zhihan had time to think carefully, he was pushed in front of the long sword by a gentle and firm force.

Looking closer, I feel that this long sword is really exquisite, with icy muscles and snow spirits, and I can't even see how sharp the blade is.As he thought this way, Yubai stretched out his fingers unconsciously, and touched the blade.

No matter what kind of sword it is, it is extremely dangerous to touch it directly with the body. If you are not careful, you will be cut by the sword qi or the sword edge. If you are so unlucky that you will not be able to guarantee it when you encounter a spirit sword with a heavier rage It will also be penetrated into the body by the sword energy along the meridians, and the world will be turned upside down before it will stop.

Shen Zhihan didn't know why he reached out his hand to touch the frost-clear sword edge, but before he could express his surprise at his abnormal behavior, he was directly startled by his undamaged fingers.

As if aware of his movements, at the moment when his fingertips touched the edge of the sword, Chengshuang burst into a flash of inspiration, but trembled and hummed extremely rapidly.

Shen Zhihan didn't understand sword language, but somehow understood its meaning, he didn't want to get hurt.

Surprised in his heart, the gentle wave that pushed him to Chengshuang appeared again.

Shen Zhihan subconsciously relaxed his body, his right hand was lifted by that gentle force, and placed on the tail of the sword hilt, on top of the pearl held in the silver dragon's mouth.

The moment the fingertips touched the cold and smooth pearl, a vision suddenly appeared.

Shen Zhihan's pupils shrunk slightly, but a wisp of soft white smoke was reflected in the clear and sparkling eyes.

The wisp of soft smoke was like a lingering thin stream of water, and also like a curl of light smoke, circling upwards around Shen Zhihan's slender and shapely fingers. The profile of his face was touched like a superficial touch.

Shen Zhihan only felt as if a piece of snow had fallen on his cheek, and before he could feel its softness and coldness, it melted and dissipated.

He raised his hand to catch the mischievous wisp of smoke, but the smoke suddenly dispersed, flew away from his fingertips, and gathered in front of his eyes in an instant to form a vaguely human silhouette.

This is a remnant soul, Shen Zhihan secretly defined it in his heart, and this remnant soul is very similar to the remnant soul of the hero he saved in the Wuji sect formation.

If you compare the two together, the remnant soul in front of you is almost full of sword intent, as if it was condensed from pure and majestic sword intent.

"...Mu Yichen?"

He stretched out his finger and poked the edge of the remnant soul, and the latter dispersed and gathered like smoke, then made a gesture of hugging his fingertips, and kissed him very intimately.

Shen Zhihan was finally amused.

He moved his fingers, and intentionally stirred the remnant soul into a ball, and then teased when the other party slowly gathered into a prototype again: "Why are you so unrecognizable? You just took advantage of me when you came up?"

Above the remnant soul, the clear light shone brightly.

It couldn't open its mouth, and after listening to Shen Zhihan's words, it turned into a curl of smoke again unwillingly, wrapping around his neck.

As if surrounded by a cool steam, Shen Zhihan felt itchy, shrunk his neck involuntarily, and said with a smile, "Are you here, are you waiting for me?"

He stretched out his hand, and the remnant soul congealed a human form from his palm again: "Why are you waiting for me?"

The monk's natal sword is connected with the soul of the sword repairer.Judging by the breath, this remnant soul is the sword soul that Mu Yichen is connected to his natal sword.

No wonder the name Chengshuang sounded familiar, Shen Zhihan finally remembered that these two words were engraved on the vacant sword stand next to the portrait on the ground floor of Jinglou.

But since Mu Yichen has been divided into six parts, why is his sword in the Fallen God Abyss, and it seems that he is still guarding some large formation?

Although he asked this question, he didn't feel that he could get any answer from Remnant Soul.Seeing that the other party hugged his finger again, Shen Zhihan shook his head and said helplessly, "Since you are waiting for me, I will take you away, okay?"

Hearing this, Remnant Soul nodded immediately, and rubbed his face against his fingertips.

Shen Zhihan was surprised.

In this world, it is simply impossible to take away the souls that did not voluntarily die for themselves.Not to mention fetching, you may not even be able to see it.That's why he thought about attacking the male protagonist's incarnation first, and then tried to make them die for him.

But the remnant soul of the male lead in front of him was somehow very close to him, almost making Shen Zhihan think that he really had a past with the male lead.

Whether it is amnesia or erasure of memory, there should be traces to follow.

After Shen Zhihan carefully confirmed that he did not have the above two conditions, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief, but different thoughts came to his mind.

What happened to Mo Shucheng earlier made him feel that soul jade and other external things are unreliable.

Knowing people, knowing the face, not knowing the heart, if someone else stole the soul jade again, Shen Zhihan would have to work hard to find it back.

For example, now, he was clearly furious at Mo Shucheng's behavior, but he couldn't even protect himself, let alone recover the jade pendant that he had torn away.

After thinking about it, it is most appropriate to put the hero's remnant soul on himself.First, there is no need to worry about being conspired and snatched away like a foreign object. Second, he is a pure spirit body. With his heart and soul, the hero's soul can be properly nourished.

Shen Zhihan pondered for a while, then raised his eyes again, looked at the remnant soul with a smile, pointed to his heart with the other hand, and asked warmly: "Would you like to stay here? Although it is not as good as soul jade, but it is very Safe, I..."

While he was talking, he struggled with how to persuade the other party, but before he finished speaking, the white smoke suddenly turned into a streamer and flew into Shen Zhihan's chest in the blink of an eye.

The refreshing coolness gradually spread from the warm chest, and Shen Zhihan stroked his heart with one hand, but felt that it was fuller than ever before.

At the moment when the remnant soul gradually settled down in his heart, he received the consciousness and emotion left in it, and the intense and passionate love burned the tip of his nose almost instantly.

The sword soul is supposed to be the soul that a cultivator has the least of thoughts, but why does Mu Yichen's soul bear such a turbulent and boundless love.

Shen Zhihan took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, finally forced himself to gather his mind.

No matter who it is, it must be a lucky person to be loved so much...

Being so excited by Mu Yichen's remnant soul, Shen Zhihan finally remembered the wound on his right chest.

He turned around and glanced at Feng Minzhi whose back was facing him motionless, then turned around and took out a Wuwei Sect robe from his sleeve.

Under the abyss of heaven, it is impossible to meet anyone who recognizes his identity again, right?

Shen Zhihan slandered, and then untied the belt of the silk brocade robe on his body.

The layers of the placket were undone, exposing the lean waist and chest muscles to the air.Under the clear light, Shen Zhihan's skin was so white that he could almost see the blood vessels underneath.

On the upper part of the right chest, a blood scab measuring more than an inch was particularly glaring, lying in the blood stains.Shen Zhihan frowned almost invisibly, then raised his hand and squeezed a cleansing spell.The blood stains disappeared instantly, leaving only fresh, light-colored scars.

He touched the wound, and after confirming that there should be no more tears, he reached out and took the clothes on the side, and put them on slowly.

Counting consecutively, it seems that it has been three days and months that I have not closed my eyes.

Shen Zhihan straightened his clothes, but couldn't help but wryly smiled.

At the beginning, he insisted on maintaining the habit of going to bed every night. Apart from not wanting to change the habit that had been maintained for more than 20 years, he actually wanted to use it as a reminder to himself.

The years of cultivating immortals are too long and too short, Shen Zhihan is most afraid that he will be completely assimilated and forget who he really is.

But recently, he found powerlessly that he still couldn't handle himself as an outsider... Otherwise, he wouldn't be in the current situation.

His thoughts drifted so far that Shen Zhihan didn't even notice that the boy lying on his side on the animal skin behind him got up lightly at some point.

The young man bowed his body slightly, his figure was getting thinner and thinner by his black clothes.He used both hands and feet, but he was as light and nimble as a cat, without making any sound.

Shen Zhihan frowned, suddenly felt that the atmosphere behind him was not right, a barely detectable breeze rushed over, he turned sideways subconsciously, a thin figure passed by his shoulder, and landed on the ground not far away like a black panther.

"Pity it???"

Shen Zhihan's heart trembled, and with a loud cry, he saw the young man standing up slowly, his face was as pale as paper, but his eyes were frighteningly bright.

The dark green flames danced in Feng Minzhi's thin and cool eye sockets, making Shen Zhihan's heart feel chilled layer by layer.

The boy's snow-white face was dripping with cold sweat, but it was full of pain and struggle.

"Compassion, Baoyuan Shouyi, my brother is here to guard you, you must stay awake!" Shen Zhihan stood on the spot and was about to try to approach him, but the former suddenly roared, turned his head and ran out of the formation without hesitation scope.

"Pity it!!!"

Shen Zhihan didn't have time to hesitate or think too much, he immediately summoned Qionghua and chased him out.

Probably because of the demonic energy of the void on his body, Feng Minzhi shuttled through the pile of monsters, as if entering a realm of nothing, not even a single monster noticed such a thin child.

On the other hand, Shen Zhihan aroused the reaction of the whole abyss the moment he rushed out of the formation.

The sound of roaring waves stirred up the dead Fallen God Abyss again, and Shen Zhihan turned around to avoid the claws that were slapping him straightly. With a tap of his toes, his spiritual power rose sharply, and he immediately flew dozens of feet away.

His spiritual consciousness was released, but he didn't notice Feng Minzhi's whereabouts at all.The monsters of the catastrophe period who had been wandering around behind him were extremely fast, but they had already rushed to Shen Zhihan in a short while. He felt helpless, so he had to call out Karma, and turned around to catch the sharp claws that came.

With just one blow, Shen Zhihan was shot backwards, crashing on the cold, hard and sharp stone wall!

The sound of small and dense crushed stones rolling down sounded for the second time, and Shen Zhihan waved Qionghua, and the flame-stained crushed stones flew out to the surroundings like a fleeting firework.

He let out a muffled cough, and his spiritual power began to run at full speed.

The mantra was recited silently, and the red lotus karmic fire immediately spread outward from the Qionghua sword tip, gradually covering the whole body of the Taoist.

In the darkness and silence of thousands of years, a hot and bright light suddenly lit up.The crimson flames reflected this mountain wall like daytime, Shen Zhihan let out a low shout, and swung his sword to meet it!

According to his experience, the demon of the void in the fusion stage will give birth to some spiritual intelligence, but now when he encounters the one in the transcending tribulation stage, the difficulty may only be high or not low.Shen Zhihan's only hope is that its IQ should be lower than his own, the better, preferably below the normal level of ordinary people.

However, the reality is not as he wished.

Shen Zhihan knew something was wrong when the troll's body was stained by the red lotus karmic fire, but the opponent waved his giant claws and cut off the flame-stained rotten flesh without hesitation.

——These monsters are not only smart, but also cruel to themselves, and this kind of cruelty is not available to most human monks.

Even Shen Zhihan himself didn't think he had such courage.

Resisting the next move again, he already vomited a mouthful of Ling Xiao's blood in his chest.

One of his legs was scratched by another monster that shot at the same time. At this moment, he could barely stand upright, and it was completely impossible to run.

In front of the Tribulation Stage, the distraction stage actually only had one chance to move, but these monsters seemed to regard Shen Zhihan as a toy, you pawed me, and slapped the Taoist who had just changed into clean clothes like a ball, Within a moment, the Xuanhei Taoist robe was once again stained dark with blood.

Shen Zhihan shook his teeth, but his eyes were fixed on the nearest green animal pupil the size of a copper bell during the process of being thrown back and forth.

The moment he was thrown towards this monster again, he suddenly moved.

The majestic spiritual power wrapped in the sword energy cultivated all his life turned into a red line of fire and shot straight into the troll's eyes, and then exploded inside!

Shen Zhihan fell to the ground in a state of embarrassment, and couldn't get up for a while, but his sharp eyes were fixed on the troll's animal head that was burned through from the inside by the karmic fire, and his thin lips, like faded dried petals, were pursed.

The other giant beasts were completely insane due to the death of their companions. Shen Zhihan leaned on the ground with his long sword, and before he could get up in the future, the foresight of the danger immediately made him roll on the spot.

The sand and stones stirred up by the giant claw landed several bloody mouths on Qingyan's cheek, but the blood did not flow out immediately. Shen Zhihan tried to support his body again, but the other claw behind him slapped it down without any gap.

He subconsciously closed his eyes, but a clear and cold sword cry suddenly sounded in his ears.

"锃-"

Unexpectedly, Shen Zhihan opened his eyes in astonishment, only to see a black-clothed and silver-haired figure holding a sword in both hands, holding the giant claws half a foot above his head firmly.

Shen Zhihan's thinking was a little confused, he almost forgot that he was thousands of years ago, and almost blurted out "Master".

There is no good place on Jun Wuxin's body, which is probably the reason why he has been fighting in the abyss for too long. The taoist robe is torn, and the hair crown is crooked. Shen Zhihan has never seen a distressed appearance, but for some reason, the tip of his nose feels sore .

Wo Xue's aura flourished, he turned slightly, and Shen Zhihan just happened to see the pair of hands tightly holding the crystal sword hilt.The almost tattered ice silk gloves were covered with blood-stained darkness under the pressure of the mountain, and his whole heart was pulled together.

However, the person holding the sword didn't seem to realize it. The first reaction after the attack was to tilt his head to his side, and there was still a gentle smile in his eyes, which made people feel at ease.

"It's really easy to find..."

Jun Wuxin smiled, but the words that came out of his mouth were like a helpless sigh.

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