The red and white rose dressed as the male protagonist

"Boom!" Many familiar memories exploded in Yun Mi's mind.

Ning Wuyuan reshaped the dantian for him and taught him to break the catastrophe with one punch, pass on his "Ming Ming Sutra", Ning Wuyuan taught him how to control the sword, Ning Wuyuan gave him "Chaos Spirit Art", Ning Wuyuan danced the sword on the top of the cloud to preach, Ning Wuyuan...

Yun Mi sat down on the honored seat in the dark, his expression was unclear.Obviously, this part of his spirit had been completely annihilated by him that day, and it was obvious that Ning had no chance to leave that day without looking back.

As soon as he thought of this, more memories he didn't know emerged.

Ning Wuyuan reversed time and rescued his lost soul fragments, Ning Wuyuan took his soul fragments into his own sea of ​​consciousness to nourish, Ning Wuyuan's soul brought his soul fragments to play together, Ning Wuyuan was forced by everyone to persuade himself to save the world , Ning Wuyuan... Ning Wuyuan was martyred, and the fragments of his soul returned.

The memory of the soul fragments came to an abrupt end.

Part of the broken soul was restored, the severe pain in the soul was relieved a little, and the bottleneck of crossing the catastrophe was visibly loosened by the naked eye.

Yun Mi laughed in the dark.Since he was expelled from the door and forced to abolish his cultivation, why bother?

"I'm here to tell you that you can choose not to save the world." Ning Wuyuan's calm voice was still in his ears.

The louder Yun Mi laughed, the more ironic she became.

If you don't save it, how can you not save it?Let him carry such a big karma on his back and be chopped into ashes by the way of heaven when he crosses the catastrophe?

Choice, did Xianzun give him a choice?

"Yan!"

Yun Mi looked up.

In the perception, a sword light cut down from the sky, split through the secret realm of the mountain gate, and struck towards the Yundian, just like Ning Wuyuan that day.

It's a pity that Ning Wuyuan has already been martyred.

So Yun Mi just looked at the sword indifferently, watching the sword slowly dissipate before it could reach him.Not everyone is Ning Wuyuan.

Speaking of which, only three people in this world broke through the tribulation.Among the three, Mo Feng was killed by him, Ning Wuyuan was martyred, and Meng Cangsheng was defeated and imprisoned by him.

Now, in this world, he is already invincible.

"Yin!" When the sword light was about to dissipate completely, a new sword light emerged from the old sword light and fell towards Yun Mi.

No, to be precise, it was not a sword light, or not just a sword light, but a sword.Wrapped in the sword light, the sword came to Yun Mi Luo with intoxicating worldly troubles.

Like drinking a glass of red wine, Yun Mi is obviously not drunk, but every part of his body is telling him that he is drunk.

Too drunk to escape the sword, so drunk that he can only be slaughtered, so drunk that every trace of emotion in his body is maximized.

Yun Mi still sat on the honored seat.

He said that not everyone is Ning Wuyuan.

"Bang!" A huge grinding disc of life and death appeared above the Yundian, pressing down the sword and the person who made it together.

He also said that he is invincible in this world.

"Boom!" The sword was pressed down and fell to the ground, and the sword marks on the ground spread all the way to the gate of Yundian.

With a sound of "squeak", the door of the hall opened, revealing Yun Mi sitting on the honored seat.

The sword energy of the world of mortals dissipated, and the drunkenness in Yun Mi's body also dissipated. Just now he felt that there was nothing to do, but now he thinks it is not his style.Domineering, arrogant, willful... like Meng Cangsheng.

Perhaps in his heart, he hopes to become someone like Meng Cangsheng.

Yun Mi's eyes fluctuated. When he had a conscience, he also hoped to become a person like Ning Wuyuan.

He is really, ridiculous and pathetic.Yun Mi thought like this, but her heart was as calm as a pool of stagnant water, without any waves.

He is him, not Ning Wuyuan, nor Meng Cangsheng.He can't become Ning Wuyuan, nor can he become Meng Cangsheng, he can only become Yunmi.

The state of mind has been raised by a small level, and it is one step closer to crossing the catastrophe.

Yun Mi looked at the sword-wielding figure outside the hall who was suppressed by him under the grindstone of life and death. He was dressed in white and had snow on the pavilion.

Xue Wangting looked at Yun Mi, and saw that he was wearing an exquisite black satin robe, with a dark and domineering demeanor, which was completely different from the innocent and lovely little nephew of the past.Or, is this his true face?Fortunately, he used to think that among the masters, only Yunmi resembled him the most.

He raised his head and laughed, his blood-stained white hair fluttering, and asked Yun Mi, "Little brother came to see you?"

"Yes."

"He came to save you?"

"Yes."

"You refused?"

"Yes."

As soon as Yun Mi's third answer came down, Xue Wangting ignited his dantian and soul at the same time, broke free from the oppression of the millstone of life and death, turned his body into a sword, and swung it towards Yun Mi.

This sword was only at the level of transforming gods at the beginning, but its momentum soared all the way, and when it reached Yun Mi, it was already at the level of transcending tribulations.

Xue Wangting admitted that he was venting his anger.But so what?This is him!He is only one person!He will practice magic arts in order to find his master, he will hide his true face for Yun Mi because he is similar to him, and he will also be angry for the death of his junior brother.

If it wasn't for Yun Mi's refusal, if Yun Mi agreed, wouldn't the younger brother not die?Yunmi, damn it!Even if he dies, he will kill Yun Mi!

Yun Mi looked at the sword and didn't move.

This sword cannot kill him.But if he received this sword, he owed Ning Wuyuan, and he would pay it off.

"Cry!" Another sword chant sounded, a sword held Xuewangting's sword, and a person stood in front of Yun Mi.

The red clothes are stained with blood, and a large area of ​​skin is exposed, but the demeanor of the whole body is high-spirited like a war god.

Wen Yueer.

"Pfft!" Xue Wangting and Wen Yue'er both vomited blood.Wen Yue'er indirected the sword because of haste, but Xue Wangting forcibly stopped the burning of his dantian and soul, causing the sword to backfire.

Xue Wangting looked at Wen Yue'er, and before she could speak, she stuffed a pill.Swallowing this elixir mixed with blood, he looked at Wen Yue'er and called out word by word, "Si, master, sister!"

"Second Senior Brother, I made this sword for Junior Brother." Wen Yue'er also stuffed a pill into her mouth.

After a moment of silence, Xue Wangting withdrew his sword, "Are you here to stop me?"

"Of course not." Wen Yue'er turned to look at Yun Mi, "I'm only here to tell Mozun something."

"Some things that the Demon Lord may not know yet, but I think the Demon Lord needs to know."

"After you fell into a demon and escaped, the junior brother himself admitted that you were his Taoist companion." Wen Yue'er looked at him.

What?How can it be!Yun Mi's mind was shaken, and there was another tearing pain from his soul.

"When you became a demon, you only practiced spiritual power with your junior brother, and you never had any other relationship."

"In that double cultivation, the junior brother was voluntary. He used the second senior brother's formation to cover you up."

"Perhaps you don't know, this is not the first double cultivation between Junior Brother and you. Do you still remember that before the acceptance ceremony, you had a demon in your cultivation?" Wen Yue'er looked straight into Yun Mi's eyes, her eyes were so sharp As if to pierce his heart.

Xuewangting came here to punish people, and she is here to punish people!

The author has something to say: Today is going to explode the update, even the neighbors are exploded together, and I am ready to explode the update.And then... Calvin.It's a sad story indeed.Let it explode tomorrow.

Good night~