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Huo Wei turned his head white.

This fact flashed across Mu Qingjia's mind.He thought: why does the younger brother turn gray?

But he quickly let go of this thought.

It seems meaningless to entangle the reasons. Whether Huo Wei's beard is black or white will not affect his killing of Du Yuan.

It's like Yoyo screaming, the wind is whimpering, like weeping like complaining.

Seeing Mu Qingjia who appeared in the sky, Huo Wei was stunned for a moment.But he quickly reacted, grasped the other's outstretched arm, turned over and stepped onto Xingru, and sat behind him.

When the bodies were touching, Mu Qingjia felt his exhausted true energy, and his heart moved slightly.

"Don't use spiritual energy." He said lightly, "I'll do it."

When the wind and smoke cleared, Du Yuan saw the face of the person who came, and was shocked: "How is it possible!?"

He quickly suppressed the shock in his heart, and cast a spell to set off bloody flames all over the sky, and slammed into Xing Ru.

The antlers changed, propping up an aura barrier to block the explosion.Mu Qingjia stopped being distracted, used the Underworld Butterfly Sword, and focused on fighting the enemy.

After losing his desire soul, his mind was clear, and all the softness and worries that hovered over the heart of the sword in the past dissipated, and the incomplete sword intent became complete, and he could easily use the sword technique that was impossible before.

The white-clothed swordsman rides a deer, his heart is firm, and his face is frosty.Du Yuan had an illusion, as if that was not a good-for-nothing disciple of the Lingao Sect, but the reincarnated Master Sword.

The sword master's sword intent was as cold and merciless as ice, while the sword master's sword intent in front of him contained infinite vitality. The sword energy was continuous and unceasing, oppressing Du Yuan like a tide, leaving him no time to breathe.

It was as if he was about to be overwhelmed by this gentle frenzy.

A sense of suffocation came over his face, the more he fought, the more he felt unbelievable.

The sword cultivator on the opposite side was once "Mu Huanzhen's great disciple" in his eyes, a "useless sword cultivator", and "the monk who happened to kill Venerable Li Yan".

And he, who is in the position of venerable, now feels suffocated under the hands of a "trash" Xianxiu in the late Nascent Soul? !

"Heaven." Du Yuan panted, "You actually made such a joke on me."

But under Mu Qingjia's offensive, he couldn't laugh at all, and could only use all his strength to resist the extremely precise sword technique.

However, Mu Qingjia's own cultivation was limited, and the Nether Butterfly Sword did not match his aura attributes, so the two of them fought for hundreds of rounds within a few breaths, but they failed to cause fatal injuries to Du Yuan.

Mu Qingjia knew that Fuling Xingru only had a stick of incense time, and it would be bad for them to delay like this.When he was thinking about how to fight quickly, a hand covered his sword-holding hand from behind.

After regaining her sense of body, Mu Qingjia could truly feel Huo Wei's touch.That sense of touch was no longer the hot shiver that Jin Yan brought him, but belonged to Huo Wei himself.

It was as smooth as jade, with a sword cocoon of many years, not as hot as he imagined, but warm and trustworthy.

He was a little distracted, recalling and comparing the differences between the two.

But Huo Wei said hoarsely: "My fire, combined with the Underworld Butterfly Sword, can burn demon souls."

When Mu Qingjia thought about the business, he despised himself for being distracted just now.

"Okay." He understood.

He supported the deer with one hand, and clasped Huo Wei's wrist with the other, and the two of them held the Underworld Butterfly Sword together.Mu Qingjia possessed the infinite heaven and earth aura bestowed by Xingru, as well as the control over the Underworld Butterfly Sword.And Huo Wei possesses the bloodline to ignite the Butterfly Demon Fire, as well as sword intent and swordsmanship.

Slashing down with a single sword, its power is really extraordinary.Under the extremely full of aura, Huo Wei opened and closed, and used the "Five Yangyan Styles" one after another: Rizhongzhan, Mu Fusang, Guan Baihong, Jinwuzhu, Miewushe.

Mu Qingjia could feel every flip of his wrist, every slight tremor of his pulse, every time the aura traveled through the meridians, and then spewed out.

At the same time, he couldn't help recalling when he was young, in Gaotu Mountain, Xuanyi Jianxiu danced his sword over and over again, and the moonlight fell, illuminating his handsome face.

Mu Qingjia always watched quietly from the sidelines.He watched it too much and was too serious, so he memorized that set of sword skills almost like Xuanyi Jianxiu himself.

He didn't need Huo Wei to touch him at all, so he waved his wrist in the direction where the Underworld Butterfly Sword should go.Two arms are like one arm, two people are like one.

Huo Wei's swordsmanship is magnificent and deadly.The elegant circular arc of brilliant gold flutters in the long night, and it shakes into broken gold all over the sky, sprinkled all over the mountains and forests, making people intoxicated when seeing it, and killing people when touching it.

Du Yuan was overwhelmed by such continuous riots of fire aura, so he could only grit his teeth and hold on.The crack on the Jiuqu gun barrel expanded rapidly, and finally broke with a loud crash.

He abandoned the magic weapon, his beard and hair were disheveled, and he was in a state of embarrassment, revealing his evil spirit and violence.

A ray of light scratched his chest and abdomen, and Du Yuan screamed miserably, not because of the physical pain, but because of the burning pain of his soul.

He thought of the abandoned demon who died under the Butterfly Sword.

Lou Qing's soul curled up in a corner of his body and fell asleep, while Du Yuan's soul faced the raging flames.The fear from the soul occupied his heart and soul, he only wanted to shrink the demon soul, but he was powerless.

His hissing sound of pain became weaker and weaker, his body was no longer flexible, and the dullness and fear in his eyes alternated.

Mu Qingjia looked down at his fiasco with cold eyes, his aura was running independently, but his mind was wandering between the past and the future, thinking about many things clearly.

For example, why Huo Wei can always find him.

Because the three human souls are weakly connected, he possesses Huo Weiyi's soul, so he will naturally find him wherever he goes.

And this connection, as the primordial spirit gradually obeyed him, gradually weakened, until recently, it disappeared.

For another example, he figured out why Huo Wei was coughing up blood and why his hair was gray.

Because he stripped the primordial spirit and embedded it in his body.Since then, life has been cut off, life essence has shrunk suddenly, and the appearance of old age is just the beginning.

Huo Wei will die.

Mu Qingjia thought calmly, if Huo Wei died, there would be one less person who was kind to him, and no one would be willing to treat him recklessly from now on.

Big disadvantage.

His heart was like still water, but there was a mournful scream in his ears.

very noisy.he thought.

But there is still one thing that cannot be answered.

——Why did Huo Wei trade his life for him?

Why?When the lamp of death goes out, everything is empty, even if there are thousands of benefits, you can't appreciate it.

Another sword cut through the air, and Du Yuan was stabbed obliquely in the chest and abdomen, and fell to the ground with a bang, unable to get up again.

Mu Qingjia wanted to catch up and get the head, but he felt Huo Wei's wrists trembling uncontrollably, and a suppressed cough came from behind.

A faint smell of blood permeated the tip of his nose, and he immediately realized that it was Huo Wei who was coughing up blood.

"Leave me alone," Huo Wei's voice was hoarse and weak, "kill him."

Mu Qingjia ignored it, closed her eyes and looked down with her spiritual eyes.

I saw that [-] out of [-] demon souls of Venerable Haoyan were burnt away, leaving only a remnant soul lingering on. Even if God blesses him, if he finds a new body, his intelligence will be low, and he will be like a child all his life.

Cut the weeds and eradicate the roots?Or take care of Huo Wei?

He was vacillating between the two, when Xuanru suddenly stopped listening to his control, jumping around, bouncing up and down, and then fell headfirst.

They were thrown into the air, Huo Wei hugged Mu Qingjia's waist tightly, and spun and fell.

When he turned around, Mu Qingjia caught a glimpse of the other party's long snow-white hair, his face and lips were bloodless, stained with traces of blood.

Mu Qingjia was slightly taken aback, only feeling that the smear of snow and blood was too dazzling.

He used the levitation technique and landed steadily.Grass blades grew on the ground, forming a soft mat. He placed Huo Wei on it, pressed his hand lightly on his dantian, and observed him carefully.

Looking closely, Huo Wei has changed a lot.

The sharp and unparalleled swordsman from the vanguard is extremely weak at this time, as if there is a pair of gold and jade flesh and blood, but the inside is filled with broken flowers, which can be broken with a poke.

Mu Qingjia used the healing technique to repair his internal and external injuries, and at the same time poured wood spirit energy into his dantian continuously.

The fire aura in his dantian was only a pitiful star, and the wood aura softly surrounded it, causing it to burn itself, thus giving birth to a new flame.

When conveying spiritual energy, Mu Qingjia lowered his head slightly, and the hair on his temples hung limply on his cheeks.

A pair of Lianshui peach blossom eyes are clear and light in color, but his complexion is cold, showing that he is both fickle and tender.

Huo Wei stared at him intently, as if he wanted to take every moment of him into his eyes, and this moment was not spent in vain.

Under such gazes, even Mu Qingjia, who lacked desire, felt scorching hot.

"It's hard to understand." He said indifferently, "Why did you do this?"

"...What." Huo Wei struggled to read his lips.

The wind howled, and it was like galloping and jumping in the forest, struggling in pain. The antlers turned into spiritual whips, entangled the trees and uprooted them.

He moaned, making a heart-piercing cry that others could not understand.

"Why did you give me your life?" Mu Qingjia asked seriously.

Huo Wei pursed her thin lips tightly, and said in a deep voice, "You know."

Mu Qingjia only felt that he was talking nonsense.

He stared at the other person's face carefully, and asked: "Why? Even though I am grateful to you for this and will remember you in my life - the price you pay is death. You get nothing and know nothing."

He raised a possibility: "Because you want to be my Taoist companion?"

There was a soft smile on Huo Wei's brows, and then he suppressed it again.

He really hoped so.But his life won't allow him to do so.

So he replied: "Because I want you to live."

"It's that simple?" Mu Qingjia raised her brows, and a bit of astonishment appeared in her amber pupils.

Huo Wei couldn't help laughing out loud when he saw it, he laughed and coughed bloodshot again.He stretched his brows, thinking that even though Qing Jia was so forgetful, she was still so pure and lovely.

——It was the appearance of his Taoist companion in his unreachable dream.

Mu Qingjia was puzzled, and wiped the blood from his lips for him, and then heard him speak in a hoarse voice.

"Well, it's that simple." Huo Wei said.

For decades, his chest has been filled with flame-like emotion, hot and scorching, which is difficult to express in a few words, or the emotion itself cannot be expressed in words.

He sometimes felt that the world in his eyes was like a revolving lantern, and Mu Qingjia was the wick.The wick is burning, and the years are quiet and good. At that time, it was only ordinary.

Accidentally, the wick was destroyed by wind and rain, leaving only pale paper and monotonous shadows.

Since then, the paper-cutting has continued to rotate, and the world has been in various forms. He is also locked in a dark cage, with his limbs cut off and his five senses cut off.Dark and miserable, the whole world is colorless and tasteless to him.

Such a world is meaningless to him.

So he wanted Wick back, wanted to watch him for a long, long time.

Even if it doesn't last long, even if it's just one more look, it's good.

Time for a stick of incense.

The shape of Xuan Ruzhi dissipated quietly, and the small wooden carving fell to the forest with a bang.Yushen lost her place of possession and instinctively ran towards Mu Qingjia's body.

He only felt a slight bump, and then the world began to flow and change, and then, a sharp pain came from his heart.

"... Ah Wei?" He choked up.

A tear fell on Huo Wei's cheek, followed by another.

Mu Qingjia quickly reached out to cover her eyes, but more and more warm liquid overflowed her palm and fell down.

He seemed to have turned into a person made of water. The monstrous flood came from nowhere, poured into his limbs, submerged his internal organs, and made it difficult for him to breathe.

The water rushes through the seven orifices without being able to get out, and finally pours out from the eye sockets.

"If you cry, you'll be ugly." Huo Wei gently stroked his cheek.

Mu Qingjia grabbed his hand, her face flushed slightly, she was so choked up that she couldn't speak a word.He eagerly put his hands on the opponent's chest, trying to peel off the primordial spirit and return it to him.

However, Yuanshen encountered the barrier erected by Huo Wei and could not make any further progress.

"Don't...reject me." Mu Qingjia trembled.

Huo Wei felt that his body was no longer as weak as before. He sat up slowly, his back straight as loose.

He looked down at Mu Qingjia slightly, and stroked the corners of his eyes and temples with the other hand.

"My cultivation base is profound, and I can live for a few more years without the soul. If you don't have one, you will directly turn back into a piece of wood carving." He said hoarsely, "I will not let this happen."

Mu Qingjia knelt beside him, arched in pain, her whole body trembling violently.

No matter how he pretended to be calm before, now facing his junior brother's snowy hair, all his rationality is defeated.

"And there is no need to owe anything." Huo Wei tried his best to comfort him in his own way, "I owe you a life with Venerable Li Yan. I owe you another life when I argued with you in Mount Gaotu. I just pay it back." One, you are still at a loss."

Mu Qingjia still shook his head violently. He tried his best to suppress his outburst of emotions, to make time for him to think clearly about the remedy.

——A Wei is absolutely unwilling to take back the Yuanshen.Unless——unless he finds his soul back and the two can live together, then Ah Wei will definitely not refuse.

He took a deep breath, raised his head and tried to wipe away his tears, holding them back.

"I see." He said, "I will find my primordial spirit."