Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

The sun shines on Jinbo, and the waves are churning.

On this day, another special guest came to the busy Tongzhou Ferry.

Zhu Xiaodu looked at the person in front of him.

A young sword repairer with black hair and a handsome face.

The appearance of the sword cultivator does not seem to be any different from those of the cultivators who come and go.

It's just that he has a pair of blood red eyes.

Like magic repair.Except that he doesn't have the chilling magic breath of ordinary magicians.

But Zhu Xiaodu still felt cold.

The noon sun was shining brightly, shining on the young Jianxiu in front of him, but he seemed to be completely absorbed by the black clothes on his body, leaving only a mass of thick black in his vision.

Zhu Xiaodu took a step back.

He has sensed the danger.

The young man stepped forward.

A shadow enveloped Zhu Xiaodu.

Those blood-red eyes that were getting closer seemed to be about to bleed, like a beast on the verge of madness.

"Do you know where my master has gone?"

The other party's voice was hoarse.

Zhu Xiaodu wanted to continue to retreat, but suddenly found that his legs were fixed in the distance by something.

He swallowed his saliva, and answered bravely: "There are many people coming and going at the ferry. Dare to ask, dare to ask what your master looks like, so what kind of clothes are you wearing? I need to think about it carefully." Have you ever seen…”

"You have the aura of a master on your body. You have seen him before." The other party said.

Zhu Xiaodu wanted to cry, "I greet guests at the ferry every day, and I see hundreds of people every day, how do you know who you are looking for?"

The other party looked at him expressionlessly.

Zhu Xiaodu wondered if he would make the next move? In an instant, he drew his sword and stabbed him.

But he heard the other party hoarsely say: "A person like Master, once you meet him once, you will never forget it."

Hearing this, Zhu Xiaodu instantly remembered the ghost-faced man he had met before.

Half a month has passed, and he still can't forget the amazing sword that the ghost-faced man unleashed when the sea beast attacked the ship.

I can't forget that when he opened the door and entered in the middle of the night, he caught a glimpse of the other party's indescribably beautiful face.

He hesitated and said: "Your? Master, is he also a sword wielder, with a scarlet tear mole at the end of his eye?"

Seeing the expressionless Jianxiu in black? Suddenly a crazy expression appeared on his face, and his dark red eyes fixed him firmly.

"Tell me where he went."

Zhu Xiaodu wanted to speak.

But the young man in front of him had a crazy look on his face, but he suddenly hesitated.

Even though the omens of danger in his perception kept reminding him, Zhu Xiaodu forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart, and forced himself to speak.

"Since you are his disciple, why don't you even know where your master has gone?"

This sentence seemed to ignite something.

Zhu Xiaodu opened his eyes wide in horror.

His neck has been lifted up.The young man's hand was holding onto his neck, his complexion sank in thick shadows, the blood-red light in his eyes seemed to have left his body, flickering in the air like splashes of blood.

The black clothes on the youth's body also seemed to become blurred in an instant, leaving only a thick black shadow with a vague human shape.

The wind blew, and the waves roared and beat on the shore.

The black shadow also distorted its shape with the sea wind.

Zhu Xiaodu's toes could not touch the ground, he wanted to call for help, but found that apart from the sound of the waves and the wind, there was no human voice in his ears.

It was clearly a lively pier, but he seemed to be isolated into another world.

He has never seen such a terrifying power that has surpassed ordinary people in his life, and he only heard about it from the mouths of some sea travelers who passed by occasionally.

The person in front of him—if he could still be called a human? His cultivation might have broken through the six realms of the mortal body, reaching the legendary metamorphosis.

Facing those two scarlet lights, Zhu Xiaodu's vision gradually became loose.

It seems that some pictures in my mind flow out involuntarily, being flipped through frame by frame, thoroughly.

"Northern Territory, Cangzhou."

The man spat out in a low voice the location that Zhu Xiaodu wanted to hide.

Afterwards, Zhu Xiaodu saw the shadows all over the sky spread out with claws and claws, flying towards the blue sky.

Zhu Xiaodu fell to the ground.

There was a bang in the ear, and the hustle and bustle of the surrounding people returned in an instant.

And the black-clothed swordsman he had met, who looked like a ghost, had disappeared.As if it had never appeared in front of him.

……

Xu Zize is running away.

He was once hunted down from the Northern Territory to Central Continent by disciples of the Ghost Sect, so he has a lot of experience in escaping.

The huge spider puppet behind stretched out countless joints and chased him, causing gravel to fly in the corridor.

This thing has been chasing him for half a month.

In fact, he didn't know what was going on.

Ever since he followed the ghost-faced man into the ancient palace, he, who had been closely following the ghost-faced man, was only half a step behind the other party in the long corridor leading to the underground, and lost his way after a corner.

There was no ghost-masked figure in front of him anymore.The corridor was gloomy and dark, and he waited for a long time alone holding the big sword, but he didn't wait for the ghost-faced man to come back, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue walking.

After walking for a while, he realized that something was wrong—the original corridor seemed to be going down, but this time he felt that he was constantly going up.

On the way, he entered a dark underground space and picked up a few treasures—he swore, really? He didn't pick up too many.This provoked the pursuit of the spider puppet guard.

The corridor is narrow, and there is nowhere to hide, so they can only keep running forward.

I don't know who built this underground palace, and I don't know what to do after repairing it. There is no end to the twists and turns.

Xu Zize suspected that if he chased and fled like this, he would have to exhaust his spiritual power and die inside.

Finally, a bright light appeared ahead.

Xu Zize ran out, only to find that he was still in the ruins before entering the palace, and behind him was an open tomb.

He ran out of the grave.

Different from before, at this time, large pieces of blood and the corpses of monks have been scattered in the ruins.

It seems that a fierce battle has taken place here, and everything around is very tragic.

Xu Zize blinked.

Suddenly, he saw a half-breathing monk not far away, moved towards him with difficulty, and stretched out his hand towards him.

"Save, save me..."

Xu Zize rushed over, wanting to give this person a hand, but found that half of his body was gone.

And the ghost that devoured half of the cultivator's body was actually the monk's own shadow!

Xu Zize was terrified.

Accompanied by the sound of gnawing, the monk on the ground showed a look of despair.His hand drooped down, and when he left it, he kept muttering: "It's a monster, a monster has come here..."

The sound of the spider puppet moving came from the exit of the corridor behind. Xu Zize didn't have time to think, so he could only fly up and leave the bloody battlefield.When he was rushing into the dense forest, he looked back and saw that the ancient palace towering among the ruins that he and the ghost-faced man had entered had disappeared without a trace, leaving only an empty black hole .

There seemed to be a dark shadow standing beside the black hole, swaying in the wind.

Xu Zize rubbed his eyes suspiciously.

Looking back, the shadow disappeared again.

The orange-red sunset was falling, covering everything with a bloody veil.

……

Tick.

Is it blood? Sound.

Chen Weiyuan was firmly nailed to the wall by Que Ying.The long sword pierced through his heart, and the blood was dripping drop by drop from the blade.

The ancient Luo astrolabe has fallen to the ground, and there is a deep crack on the front of the astrolabe.

Ye Yunlan's slender and pale hand was holding Queying.

Cyan blood vessels snaked across it.

It looks fragile and fragile, yet indestructible.

The star smock on Chen Weiyuan's body was stained red with blood, his pupils were a little dizzy, he raised his eyes with difficulty, and looked at Ye Yunlan.

"Yunlan, I didn't expect that you would actually strike me with a sword..."

The Void Stepping Realm's sword intent stirred in his body, not only his heart was pierced, but his whole body and soul were on the verge of collapse.

Chen Weiyuan had simulated the power of a sword in the Void Stepping Realm countless times.However, in the previous life, Ye Yunlan seldom made a move. Most of the people who have seen him make a sword have already reported to Yan Luo Difu.He can only deduce through limited clues.

The grand formation of the Chen clan was left over from ancient times, and the original patriarch of the Chen clan was also a character in the Void-Treading Realm. The Tailuo astrolabe and formation that he left behind, logically speaking, could withstand Ye Yunlan's attack. ? Click.

Only now he knows.

There are some things in this world that don't make sense.

Such as Ye Yunlan's sword.

Ye Yunlan didn't give him half a look.

With force, he was about to pull the Queying Sword out of Chen Weiyuan's body.Chen Weiyuan's body, mind and soul were on the verge of collapse, and after he drew his sword, he would die completely.

"...Wait a minute," Chen Weiyuan called out to him in a low voice, "Yunlan, don't you want to know that I used the empathy spell to make you completely forget? Who is that person?"

Ye Yunlan: "I don't need it? I know."

Chen Weiyuan said: "The Empathy Curse cannot be broken. Even if I die, you will never be able to escape from the bondage of the Empathy Curse. Only by drinking the blood of the person you have forgotten, can you get real freedom .”

Ye Yunlan remained indifferent.

He has already used the forbidden technique, and he has no thought of living.Chen Weiyuan's words were all fart to him.

Seeing that he was indifferent, Chen Weiyuan's expression twisted slightly.

"Ling'er," Chen Weiyuan said suddenly, "The name of the person you loved back then was Ling'er."

"Back then, you were rescued by me outside the Tianzong, and I brought you back to the Chen Clan. I cared for you everywhere. Although you are grateful to me, you still think about her."

A distorted smile curled up on the corner of Chen Weiyuan's lips, "You love her so much, even in your dreams, you always murmur her name. But now you have forgotten all about her, and keep saying that you love her. One person, risking his life for another person."

"But Yunlan, even if you've forgotten, you can't deny that the person you love is her, even if it's not me, she was never a demon—" Chen Weiyuan's voice stopped abruptly.

Ye Yunlan had pulled out the Queying Sword, and the splashed blood covered the wall.

Chen Weiyuan's pupils dilated, and the color inside slowly faded away, completely losing vitality.

A faint remnant soul floated out from his corpse.

At this moment, a ray of light suddenly appeared from the planetary disk on the ground, wrapped Chen Weiyuan's remnant soul, submerged into the wall of Time City, and went into the void.

Ye Yunlan couldn't stop it, and didn't plan to stop it.

Outside the city of time is the void of chaos, without the cultivation base of stepping on the void, it is impossible to be safe in it.

In order to make the City of Time operate, most of the energy from the Tailuo Star Disk was poured into the City of Time, and the remaining small part was almost completely consumed when resisting his sword just now.

Chen Weiyuan only has a little remnant soul left, relying on the residual energy of the Tailuo star plate, fleeing to the void is the only way he has no choice but to die.

Ye Yunlan didn't look at Chen Weiyuan's body anymore.

The sword in his hand fell to his side, and blood kept falling from his lips.

Tick.

The blood fell to the ground, blooming like a red plum.

His hand holding the sword has completely lost its blood color, and his complexion is so pale that it is almost transparent.

Even a cascade of black hair began to fade little by little from the end of the hair.

Life passes like sand between your fingers.

After burning to the most splendid moment, the spirit quickly withered and withered.

Ye Yunlan staggered back a little.

Came under the ancient tree, before the dark coffin.

This is the burial place of Shenhuang back then.

His? Life originated from the Ye family, and the blood of the Ye family was inherited from the ancient times.

After going around and around, he returned to the place where the blood originated.

It would be appropriate to use this place as his cemetery.

He was sitting next to the coffin, with the Queying Sword by his side.

Her long hair spread over her shoulders, with a few strands falling down.

Hair is like frost and snow.

His? life has come to an end.

In a trance, I seem to see the bright red flowers on the other side beside the Naihe Bridge.Someone was waiting there, reaching out to him.

He closed his eyes.