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Before Shen Zhihan landed on the ground, a sword cry suddenly rose into the sky!

The sword energy was mixed with the majestic devil energy, and the stratus clouds were blown away almost without a trace of defense, and even Shen Zhihan was almost thrown off the cloud head.

But when he stabilized his figure and looked closely again, he saw that the hundreds of miles of land that had been shrouded in clouds were immediately sprinkled with warm and clear light, as if jumping from winter to spring in one fell swoop.

Feng Bumin fought with others a few times, but whenever Shen Zhihan was present, he had never seen him use a sword at all, and the opponent always condensed demonic energy into a giant dragon to assist in the battle.

But today, Shen Zhihan keenly discovered a sword light in the devilish energy as thick as heavy ink.

The sword light was bright and clear, with supreme integrity, like an aurora piercing the night in the magic mist, and it was about to struggle to draw the first opening to welcome the dawn in the dark night.

The roar of the demon of the void almost shattered the eardrums of people. The first thing Shen Zhihan did when he landed was luck to protect the eardrums, but he didn't act immediately to summon Feng Bumi.

He frowned and looked at the sword light in the thick fog, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether it was Feng Bumin fighting against a void monster, or Feng Bumin was fighting a certain righteous monk.

Even after reaching the fusion period, Shen Zhihan still found that it was too reluctant to detect the magic mist from these demons of the void with his spiritual sense.

The Qionghua light shone slightly in his hand, and when he turned his wrist, a thin layer of red lotus flame was lit on it as his spiritual power circulated.

With his current power of consciousness, he can only see that there is only one person inside, and the owner of the sword light, no matter how unbelievable it is, is unbelievable!

Seeing that twilight ray of dawn was getting weaker and was about to be swallowed by the magic mist, Shen Zhihan finally broke his heart and walked into the magic mist with his sword in hand.

Strange to say, he was clearly prepared to be madly attacked by the demon of the void, but since the moment his first foot stepped into the black mist, the deafening roars of beasts disappeared suddenly.

Even so, Shen Zhihan did not dare to relax his vigilance.

Visibility was extremely low in the dense fog. He stretched out his hands, but he could barely see his five fingers, and his heart sank immediately.

He now knows that Feng Bumin still has a demon of the void in his body distracted, and the few times he has seen Feng Bumin's demonization are all because of the magic mist in the opponent's body. Now in this situation, he has no choice but to Regardless of the possibility of the other party being eroded by the demon soul again.

From the aura of the other party, Shen Zhihan can actually feel that his cultivation base is already on the verge of crossing the catastrophe period, and he is almost at the door, but the information returned by the soul is that the two souls in Feng Bumin's body are interacting with each other tear.

The dense fog gradually dissipated, and Shen Zhihan knew that he was about to see Feng Bumin.

This thick magic fog is like a thick barrier, like a heavy shackle and cage, isolating the opponent from the outside world, and also imprisoning him here, unable to move.

The moment Shen Zhihan walked out of the magic fog, Shen Zhihan's pupils constricted immediately!

——It turned out that the beast roar disappeared just now, not because the demons from the void disappeared out of thin air, nor was it because someone killed them with a sword, but because these monsters were somehow controlled, and they seemed to turn into statues, motionless.

Thinking of how many monsters were staring at him when he passed through the magic fog, Shen Zhihan couldn't help breaking into a cold sweat.

These monsters are not as good as him, but they are too many in number, densely packed, if they rush up together, even Shen Zhihan may not be able to escape unscathed!

"Uh……"

An extremely suppressed growl sounded not far away, and Shen Zhihan immediately came back to his senses.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw an extremely thin figure in white kneeling on the grass.

Compared to the last time we met, Feng Bumin seemed to have lost a lot of weight, and the white clothes set him off even more, making him barely human.

He almost buried his head in the loess under the grass, his whole body was convulsed, and even the black mask that he would hardly take off on weekdays was somehow thrown aside by him.

Shen Zhihan's heart twitched, but he took another step with his feet, and approached the opponent a little bit.

The moment he came to a certain distance from Feng Bumin's body, as if he had stepped on the opponent's cordon, he suddenly raised his head, revealing golden and green eyes.

Compared with the several demonizations Shen Zhihan had seen before, Feng Bumin apparently still retained his own consciousness this time—the moment his bright golden pupils saw him, even the coldness and indifference in them faded a lot, and he could vaguely see him. The eye circles are a little red; but the dark green eyes are full of evil and bloodthirsty, looking at Shen Zhihan, it seems like a beast is staring at the inevitable prey, just waiting for an opportunity to tear him apart!

"The wind is not sympathetic...?"

Shen Zhihan took a few more steps towards the other party tentatively, and said softly, "You...do you remember me?"

Feng Bumin's already reddish eye circles became even redder. He looked at Shen Zhihan's hand, his golden eyes were full of entanglement and pain.

In fact, he can hardly see anything with his current vision. Everything he sees is blood red and black mist intertwined. The violence that can be seen everywhere almost makes him unable to suppress the remnants of the monsters in his body.

But amidst the crimson, a man in white broke in—a man he almost engraved in the depths of his soul.

That person didn't wear the iconic Wuwei Zongxuan robe today, but only an extremely simple white robe, even his hair was just a belt, a jade hairpin, and there was no decoration on his whole body.

But the moment he broke into the field of vision, it was like a ray of light that directly tore the scarlet blood curtain, without being stained by the blood of the demon atmosphere.

Feng Bumin just stared blankly at his light walking towards him step by step, his clear face was full of concern.

He saw the other party call his name softly, the voice seemed to be able to melt the ice and snow, blow away the spring breeze of thousands of trees and buds, and saw the other party stretched out a hand to him.

Shen Zhihan's hands were white and slender, they were obviously sword cultivators, but there was no callus left on them, so they looked like the hands of a mortal nobleman who used ink to add fragrance.

But Feng Bumin knew that it was the hand that could pull him out of the quagmire, the straw to save his life, and the only divine light in this dim world that could enable him to find a ray of clarity in the Lingtai.

As long as I hold that hand...

The two strands of consciousness in the sea of ​​consciousness are fighting fiercely. Feng Bumin bears the great pain and looks up. He raises his right hand slightly, like a drowning person holding a life-saving straw. He has almost breathed a sigh of relief in his heart——

But at this moment, the two eyes met.

Shen Zhihan's eyes are really too clear, clear and translucent, without a trace of impurities, like Liquan that makes people drunk at the first sight.

But it was this pair of eyes that were so clean that Feng Bumin could see himself at this moment——

Embarrassed, ugly, and full of demonic energy, it is almost impossible to see a person.

He suddenly lowered his head, and his right hand, which had already been raised halfway, fell to the ground.

Shen Zhihan was slightly happy when he saw the other party's response, but at the moment when the two looked at each other, Feng Bumin seemed to have lost all hope, and the depression almost washed away the sword energy that had been drawn from him.

He finally couldn't help it, and called out again: "No mercy? What's wrong with you?"

"I……"

Feng Bumin bowed his head, his eye circles were red, but he couldn't utter a single syllable.

God knows how difficult it is to reject a light——

He took several deep breaths, and finally resisted the erosion from the demon soul in his mind, and said in a hoarse voice: "You...you go..."

Go as far as you can—

"what are you saying?!"

Shen Zhihan shook his head again and again, and said anxiously: "How can I abandon you in your current situation???"

He squatted down directly, grasped Feng Bumin's shoulders with both hands, and immediately forced him to look at him: "Bumin, tell me how I can save you!"

Never seen Shen Zhihan with such a tough posture, Feng Bumin looked at the incomparably firm eyes of the other party, and was so surprised that he could hardly close his mouth from ear to ear.

After a while, he murmured as if he had just woken up from a dream: "Ding... the soul pearl..."

At the same time, Wu Weizong.

The endless sea of ​​clouds tossed and rolled silently, making this sword sect hidden in the cold mountain even more like a fairyland, with no trace to be found.

Located at the highest point of Wuwei Peak, a tall and straight figure with black clothes and white hair stands on the edge of the cliff, floating like a fairy on the clouds.

He is peerless, his elegant and unparalleled eyes seem to have a golden luster, but he is staring straight into the depths of the sea of ​​clouds, wondering what he is thinking.

Suddenly, a barely visible multicolored glow flashed between the snow-white clouds.

The Taoist's eyes were fixed, and he stretched out his hand against the cliff wind, and saw a clear crystal leaf fly straight up, and then lightly landed on his white palm.

"senior--"

He had a smile on his face, but it was not as usual. He looked at the leaves, but he seemed to see an old friend for many years, and even said with some kindness: "You are back."

As soon as the words fell, I saw a little fluorescent light suddenly light up in the center of the leaves. After a few flashes, a childish voice sounded from it: "Don't you ask me where I went?"

The former shook his head and said with a smile: "Senior wants to say it, so he will naturally say it."

"You..." Bai Shu paused, "How is your recovery?"

The Taoist said again: "Senior Lao is worried, it's okay now."

too weird……

Bai Shu was silent, Jun Wuxin has always been a kind-faced and careless person, and he speaks mercilessly, why did he come back from a trip to the mirage and become what he is now?

At that moment, he almost thought he was talking to Mu Yichen!

Seemingly guessing the reason for Bai Shu's silence, he smiled gently on the other side, but opened his lips and said quietly: "Senior guessed right, why don't you express your inner thoughts?"

Because of his point, the strange feeling in Bai Shu's heart was swept away in an instant, the leaves of the leaves flickered quickly, and then said in disbelief: "You are Mu Yichen?!"

"Senior," Jun Wuxin's smile deepened a bit, but he didn't admit it directly, only nodded slightly, "See you for a long time."

"You recovered your memory in the mirage???" Bai Shu still couldn't believe his ears, "Does Shen Zhihan know about this?"

Jun Wuxin shook his head, the golden light in his eyes floated, and finally gradually covered his entire pupils: "In front of Han Han, Jun Wuxin will only be Jun Wuxin."

Bai Shu heard the words, but sighed: "Shen Zhihan is too stubborn. In order to seal the demon of the void, even you paid such a high price, but he still thinks that he can save the world..."

The former said it sadly, but Jun Wuxin, who had been listening carefully, smiled and shook his head, and said seriously: "Senior, although Hanhan is seldom familiar with the world, he still has some tendencies, but he always has his own kindness in his heart... It is his advantage."

He spoke so eloquently that even Bai Shu was stunned when he heard it, but doubts surged up in a moment, and the young man said suspiciously: "No, even if you have Jun Wuxin's memory, you are still familiar with Shen Zhihan." It's been a while? You know him, don't you?"

"Senior," Jun Wuxin shook his head slightly, but still didn't answer Bai Shu's question directly, he just said lightly, "Xuan Guang is just a remnant soul now, and his memory is naturally incomplete. Even with the help of the mirage array, he doesn't remember much. How about Would you like to ask something more useful?"

Bai Shu choked: "...If you don't want to answer, just say it. How about it, why don't you tell me, what do you think of now?"

"Except for the final battle with the Void Demon, it's just a few fragments." Jun Wuxin said in a low voice.

"Enough is enough! I'll tell you the rest," Bai Shu hurriedly said, "Now this world is not limited to your remnant soul, there are five others, and you all know them—Fang Qiyu, Xie Changliu, Feng Bumi, Mo Ning, Lu Zhilan. Originally, I wanted Shen Zhihan to collect it for you, but that kid was slow and unable to do it, or you would do it yourself?"

Jun Wuxin was taken aback when he heard the words, first he digested Bai Shu's large string of names that were like popping beans, then smiled wryly, and shook his head: "If I can recover my memory earlier, maybe this method is still feasible. But now, Xuan Guang also has more than enough heart but not enough energy..."

He raised the hand that had been dragging the leaves, but the air around him began to spin.

The silver-white hair fluttered with the golden embroidered clothes, and Jun Wuxin's aura kept rising, but just when he was about to touch the edge of the tribulation, his complexion turned pale instantly.

The other hand immediately covered his lips, but there was still scarlet liquid spilling from between his fingers, against his porcelain-like complexion, it was shocking.

"You..." Bai Shu's voice trembled, "How could you..."

Spiritual power cannot be condensed, this is...

Jun Wuxin raised his sleeves, first calmly wiped away the blood stains on his lips, and then said lightly: "The power of the shackles has penetrated into the inner organs... Now that today's calamity is so close, I don't have the ability to take it, so I can't Collect the remnants by yourself."

Bai Shu was also a little panicked: "Then, then you still have a way to activate the magic circle at the bottom of Tianyuan again? Your injuries are so serious, it can only show that the world's barrier is full of holes and crumbling..."

"The part about the magic circle is not in Xuan Guang's memory now, it must have been split into other souls."

Jun Wuxin paused for a moment, then smiled suddenly: "There is only one thing I can do now."

Bai Shu's heart skipped a beat: "What's the matter?"

Hearing the words, the former's eyes gradually moved up and landed on the sky above his head.

"...If one day the world's barrier really breaks, all Xuan Guang can do is to disperse his 3000-year-old body and repair the sky with his body, so as to buy a few more years for the senior."

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