The No. 1 blue face in the world of comprehension

"What nonsense are you talking about???"

Before Jun Wuxin finished speaking, he was interrupted by Bai Shu's exclamation: "If you lose your cultivation, it will threaten your soul! You have an incomplete soul, if you don't have cultivation, this wisp of soul will be destroyed." It's possible to lose your soul!"

Unexpectedly, when he said this, the smile on Jun Wuxin's face became even bigger: "Xuanguang was born with good luck, and the way of heaven would not let him go away—senior, if we really arrive at that time, we must have already figured out how to crack it." law."

He changed the topic: "But now, there is another thing."

Bai Shu wondered, "What's the matter?"

Jun Wuxin stopped talking instead, he put the world leaf back into his hands, and resumed the posture before the white tree flew over.

Not a moment later, a crane chirping sounded from below the sea of ​​clouds, and Jun Wuxin's eyes moved slightly, and he saw a crane that was as tall as two people swinging up, and landed on the top of Wuwei Peak in an instant.

Seeing him turn his head, the crane immediately lay down obediently on the ground, revealing the figure on his back.

This person was only wearing single clothes, and the pitch black long gown against the background of the crane feathers was like a night without stars and moon, cold and silent.

His long hair was not bundled up, but his curly and smooth long hair like seaweed hung down the crane feathers, and the tips of his hair fluttered slightly in the wind, carrying a faint bamboo fragrance.

Jun Wuxin looked at the other party's deep eyebrows for a while, and finally reached out to catch him.

The crane got up and shook its fur, and then a spiritual light glowed all over its body, transforming into a silver-crowned boy.

"Immortal Venerable," the young man said respectfully, "The Immortal Lord Qingzhao has arrived, do you have any other orders from the Immortal Venerable?"

Jun Wuxin shook his head, his eyes were bright and bright, "What's wrong with Anian?"

Hearing this, Bai He finally lost his expression, and said in a low voice: "It's still the same, shutting myself in Yixin Peak, not speaking, and refusing to go out."

Jun Wuxin sighed softly: "Let her go...you go back too."

"Yes." Baihe saluted again, and then turned into a crane again, flapped his wings, and disappeared in the middle of the sea of ​​clouds in the direction he came from.

Seeing the cranes flying far away, Jun Wuxin helped Lu Zhilan, who was unconscious in his arms, under the huge plum tree, and the leaves of the world swirled out of his hands with a faint light.

"How is Lu Zhilan?" Bai Shu said softly, "How much time is left?"

Jun Wuxin lowered his eyes slightly: "The waking time is getting worse day by day. If we roughly calculate, there are probably less than two years left."

"Ah?!" Bai Shu's voice sank, "But Shen Zhihan still wants him to help him forge swords!"

"Casting a sword?"

Jun Wuxin keenly caught the point of his words, and Qingjuan's brows immediately frowned: "Hanhan already has Qionghua, what kind of sword do I need to forge?"

Bai Shu sighed: "3000 years ago in Fallen God Tianyuan, he saw your formation. Even Lu Zhilan was found and taken away from your Chengshuang at that time."

"Back then you were only one step away from ascending, and Chengshuang, as your natal sword, was already counted as half a fairy sword, so it was able to suppress the crack in Tianyuan to this day. Therefore, I speculate that only another fairy sword can hold the formation, can it be reborn Seal the remaining cracks in the bottom of the abyss. Shen Zhihan is still far behind in cultivation, so he decided to recast Qionghua with the essence of the five elements, artificially making it escape from the mortal womb and transform into a fairy sword."

Jun Wuxin was startled when he heard that, even after Bai Shu finished speaking, he remained silent.

After a long while, a hint of helplessness suddenly appeared in those clear eyes like clouds and moonlight: "...What a nonsense."

Bai Shu was also taken aback: "Isn't this the right way?"

Jun Wuxin shook his head, and then looked at Bai Yuqiongmei above his head: "Senior, with tens of thousands of years of experience, the method is naturally correct. But recasting the immortal sword is not difficult, the difficulty is to fit in with the demon sealing formation."

"If you want to suppress the remaining cracks in the bottom of the abyss without repelling each other with the formation below, you can only set the formation with a fairy sword that belongs to the same vein as the caster."

Bai Shu was silent, and then thoughtfully said: "That is to say, either you cultivate to the Mahayana state and recast the broken sword lying on the snow, or..."

"I'll sacrifice the sword."

A voice as cold as ice suddenly sounded, interrupting the former's unfinished words: "Sword Soul is the best."

Jun Wuxin turned around, and saw the man on the couch propping up his upper body with one hand, his eyes were frosty and snowy, his face was flat, as if nothing in this world could attract his attention.

"You always remember... don't you?"

Lu Zhilan got up from the couch, his seaweed-like hair slid down his shoulders.

He stood up and looked at Jun Wuxin and the world leaves hovering over each other's shoulders, nodded, and said softly: "Never forget."

The Baili Golden Terrace has been much quieter than usual since the Demon Realm Lord and Shuyue Immortal Venerable made a big fuss some time ago.

The afterglow at dusk made this sect with two worlds of immortals and mortals even more resplendent. Shen Zhihan looked at it from a distance, but felt that it was even more dazzling than the imperial city.

It seemed that someone had known that someone was coming, and several people had been waiting at the hundred-level jade steps at the main entrance of the Golden Terrace. Seeing Shen Zhihan descending from the sky, his originally cautious face froze for a moment.

Even though he was ordered to look at the person's appearance long ago, the portrait is different from the person after all.

No matter what kind of wonderful brushwork it is, it can't draw the shimmering clear waves and faint smiles in people's eyes.Although that Wushuang's clear and glamorous face has a hint of charm, it does not give rise to the slightest thought of charm, but the person's aura is pure and clear, and it seems that even looking at him is a blasphemy to him.

"May I ask if your Excellency is Qingyun Xianjun?"

Finally, one person came back to his senses first, and hurriedly tugged on his companion's sleeve, and seeing the other party nodded kindly, he relaxed in his heart, and said in a low voice respectfully: "The master ordered me to wait here, and I would like to ask the Lord Xianjun to follow me." Come."

Shen Zhihan frowned almost invisibly, then restored the faint smile on his face again, and nodded slightly.

Climbing up the stairs, the true appearance of the Golden Terrace is fully revealed in front of Shen Zhihan.

Strictly speaking, it was actually his first time to come to Golden Terrace.Not to mention the roofs made of pure gold at first glance, the pavilions, towers, pavilions, rare birds and animals that can be seen everywhere are enough to make anyone in the world envious, even the cultivators who have always claimed to be detached Nor may they be spared.

Shen Zhihan was amazed, but he had no intention of lingering at the surrounding scenery, he just followed behind the five people unhurriedly. On the contrary, it was his clear and clear temperament that attracted the Mo people on the road to stop and look back, discussing for a while.

The five leading people looked around with envious or jealous eyes, and they unconsciously felt a little proud in their hearts——

It seems good to be able to host something for Xiaojia...

Several people circled around inside the Golden Terrace like this, and finally came to the outskirts of a quiet courtyard.

Shen Zhihan squinted at the words "Golden Pavilion" above his head, pursed his lips, the light in his eyes flashed, and the five people who turned their heads and looked back were startled again.

"Master Xianjun..." The servant who spoke earlier said respectfully, "I can only send you here, the Patriarch is in the courtyard, and I have to trouble you to go alone..."

Shen Zhihan nodded and said with a light smile, "Thank you."

Several people hurriedly said, "Don't dare to be, don't dare to be", and then left quickly.

Shen Zhihan looked at the few people who seemed to be being chased by fierce beasts with some doubts, and frowned almost imperceptibly.

For some reason, these people seemed to be extremely afraid of the Patriarch, but in his memory, Mo Ning was obviously sunny and cute, so how could it be so frightening?

He was puzzled, but he only wanted to see Mo Ning as soon as possible, so he immediately stepped into the Golden Pavilion.

The current situation of Feng Bumin is really not optimistic.

Shen Zhihan once took advantage of the other party's unpreparedness to investigate his current situation, but the result made him extremely terrified.

Back then, the monster planted a hidden pile on his body. Although Feng Bumin's soul was affected, it was not contaminated by it at all. On the contrary, the demon soul was suppressed by the immortal power in Mu Yichen's divided soul.

However, Feng Bumi's experience was really tortuous. Not to mention being tortured in various ways in the Promise Palace, but immersed in the abyss for 1000 years, it gave the demon soul an opportunity-now Feng Bumi's soul has been separated from him. The demonic souls began to erode each other, if they couldn't get the fixed soul orb to separate the two souls, Mu Yichen's soul might really be hopeless.

A scent of flowers was blown into the nostrils by the breeze, and Shen Zhihan came back to his senses, only to find that he had arrived outside the gate of a small courtyard at some point.

"The fragrance is exhausted..."

He murmured in a low voice, and then stepped into the door without hesitation.

Although it is called "Fang Fei Jin", but in this small courtyard, there is a burning peach forest, as if a piece of red glow was forcibly left in the world, dazzling and dazzling.

Shen Zhihan took a few steps forward, and he keenly caught the rustling wind in his ears, as if someone was practicing sword deep in the peach forest.

Knowing that Mo Ning might be just ahead, he couldn't help speeding up his pace and walking separately.

Another gust of breeze blew up, lifting the white shirt on Shen Zhihan's body with the falling pink petals, he raised his hand to push away the flowery branches in front of him, and his eyes lit up immediately.

But I saw a tall and straight figure dressed in black clothes, black hair tied high into a ponytail with a golden crown, walking freely and gracefully like a frightened dragon, full of youthful vigor.

Although he held a wooden sword in his hand, the sword energy around him was indomitable and sharp, and the sword was wrapped in pure spiritual power, making it almost impossible for people to notice this fact.

But Shen Zhihan remembered.

After such a long time, Mo Ning still uses the wooden sword he gave him in Wuweizong. Judging from the aura on his body, he has never found the natal sword for himself.

Shen Zhihan's heart shrank.

During this period of time, he lived in a muddle, but found that the last time he met his apprentice was at the Zhegui Conference that year—this master, he did not do well enough.

Sensing that someone was coming, the young man eased the movement of the sword in his hand, and then drew a beautiful sword flower, and retracted the sword neatly.

Shen Zhihan didn't call him, but watched him solemnly put the wooden sword in his hand on the white jade table under the flower tree, then grabbed the outer robe beside him and put it on, and turned around slowly.

The young man's pitch-black eyes originally contained a cold mist, but the moment he saw Shen Zhihan, they lit up with an extremely pure light.

"Master—"

There was a slight smile on his handsome and stern face, as if he had returned to his childhood full of admiration.

"The disciple has been waiting for you for too long."

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