I became the short-lived white moonlight of the demon god

After a long time of wandering, the consciousness was very weak, Feng Xuan only felt that his eyes were going black for a while, and his whole body was dizzy, like a flat boat drifting in the surf.

The scene in front of him kept changing, sometimes he saw Qiu Zijin under the dead tree, and sometimes it turned into the chaotic scene in the Wu Nian Sect thousands of years ago.

He saw Qiu Zijin with scarlet eyes beheading Titian by the sword with his own hands, then with trembling hands, he beat the half-dead Titian to the skin and bones, making him suffer until death.

Even Qiu Zijin didn't let him go after his death. He chopped off Titian's flesh and blood and threw them directly into the burning furnace.

The sufferings that Cen Jie suffered during his lifetime are the same as the sky, so don't even think about escaping them all!

However, no matter how many swords he killed Titian, it could not change the fact that Cen Jie was dead.

Qiu Zijin hugged the sword, crying like rain.

In the battle between immortals and demons, Qiu Zijin finally killed Titian, establishing a righteous victory.

The cultivators who witnessed Qiu Zijin beheading Titian that day were all overwhelmed by Qiu Zijin's powerful strength.

They called Qiu Zijin a god who descended into the world, and he was a great hero who saved the common people in the world, and they praised Qiu Zijin as the new suzerain of Wu Nian Sect.

Was rejected by Qiu Zijin.

After the Great War between Immortals and Demons, Qiu Zijin lived in seclusion in the Wu Nian Sect, and there was no news of him in the cultivation world.

And Gou Liu, as the only remaining disciple of the former head, has naturally become the new head of the Wu Nian Sect.

The screen flipped again.

Feng Xuan saw that Qiu Zijin traveled thousands of miles just to find the legendary lamp of continuation of the soul, and searched all over the world, just for the forbidden technique of life and death, even if this forbidden technique takes the blood of thousands of people, and it will be exhausted The lifespan of the caster.

Killing thousands of people for the sake of one person.

Feng Xuan's guess was right, Qiu Zijin really wanted to take She Li Furen's body as a new container for his soul body, but it was not for himself, but for Cen Jie who died a thousand years ago.

It turned out to be the case.

At the last second when the consciousness faded, the screen changed again, and the dilapidated and devastated Wu Nian Sect was transformed, and it returned to the previous moment when the spring was warm and the sun was just right.

In the yard, two teenagers stood and sat one by one.One was lying on a reclining chair, holding an extremely huge ancient book; the other, with windy footsteps and flowery sword moves, looked like a wanton young man in his prime.

It was Cen Jie and Qiu Zijin who were young.

The sun was so comfortable, Cen Jie turned over contentedly, and continued drying on the other side, but the ancient book on his chest fell to the ground with a snap, and he turned to an unfamiliar page.

When Cen Jie turned sideways to retrieve the book, he suddenly let out a "huh".

Qiu Zijin put away his sword and stepped forward to inquire.

Cen Jie picked up the book and said in a casual tone, "I saw an interesting tree with very beautiful flowers. What is it called...Acacia tree."

He clicked his tongue and said again: "It's a pity that only Nanyi has this tree, and we can't see it here."

Qiu Zijin sat on the table, crossed his long legs casually, and said casually but seriously: "If you want to see it, there will be a chance someday, let's go and see it together."

Cen Jie glanced at him amusedly: "What are you doing running so far just for a single tree?"

Qiu Zijin didn't care too much: "Isn't that what you want to see?" As he spoke, he squeezed another fruit and threw it into his mouth.

It was like telling a common joke, but no one cared.

Until Qiu Zijin took a quick glance, he saw a small note in the lower right corner of the page of the ancient book——

[It is rumored that those who plant this tree together will be favored by the gods, and they will live forever and never be separated. 】

never separate.

The boy's hand holding the fruit paused, not even knowing when the fruit fell.

All I can think about is: Ah Jie's coming-of-age ceremony will soon be here. In previous years, all kinds of rare treasures have been given away, but this year, why don't I just give away a tree.

His ears were reddish, his eyes wandered, and he recited these eight characters over and over again in his heart.

[Eternal life and eternal life, never separate. 】

……

This dead tree seems to be the support of the enchantment of the secret realm.

Once Qiu Zijin and Cen Jie died, the dead tree fell, and the entire barrier became turbulent.

Feng Xuan fell weakly, but luckily she fell into Li Furen's embrace.

Li Furen's steady and powerful voice came from above his head: "The secret realm is about to collapse, we have to go back as soon as possible."

After he finished speaking, Da Heng picked him up and was about to find the exit. Under the dead tree, in Qiu Zijin's arms, a long object flickered.

Li Furen immediately looked at Qiu Zijin vigilantly, afraid that the cunning Qiu Zijin had other schemes.

But it was not enough for Li Furen to condense the spiritual energy, the spiritual light flashed suddenly, and rushed to Li Furen's body at a speed that could hardly be caught by the naked eye, bringing out a sharp sword energy.

The sword energy whipped up Li Furen's hair, and barely stopped when it was only an inch away from Li Furen's face.

The cold air was chilling, and the blade was like fog.

It was Qiu Zijin's divine sword Hanshui.

Li Furen immediately condensed his energy to protect his body, resisting the cold water's sword energy, and tightly protected the person in his arms, with a cold expression.

"Be careful." Feng Xuan warned with the same worry.He has seen the power of cold water, so he naturally knows how amazing the cold water sword energy is.

But to the two's surprise, before Li Furen could make a move, the cold water obediently stopped in front of Li Furen, and even circled around Li Furen, rubbing against him affectionately.

The two looked at each other at the same time, their eyes full of the same surprise.

Han Shui deliberately recognized Li Furen as the master.

After a moment of shock, Feng Xuan finally came back to his senses, thinking, yes, Qiu Zijin is dead, and the sword spirit Cen Jie in the cold water is also gone, the divine sword Hanshui is now just a sword without an owner.

It was rumored that Excalibur could take the initiative to find a suitable owner, but it was never expected that this rumor was true.

While Feng Xuan was thinking, Li Furen had already raised the hilt of his sword.

There was a flash of inspiration in his palm, and the sword energy made a small wound, and blood flowed down, fell on the hilt of the sword, and disappeared quickly, being absorbed by the hilt.

The moment the blood disappeared, the cold water sword flashed.

Feng Xuan only felt that the breath of cold water merged with Li Furen's breath instantly.

The barrier was about to fall, Li Furen supported Feng Xuan, and pulled Bai Lerong up, stepping on the cold water, and rushed out of the barrier.

……

Feng Xuan had a dream.

In the dream, he clearly saw Cen Jie turning into stars and dissipating little by little, beautiful and empty, like the shadow of a star in a lake that cannot be grasped.

It was exactly the same as the scene of Master's final ascension in his memory.

But... Cen Jie clearly didn't ascend, but died.

In the dream, the last scene of Cen Jie and the last scene before the master left kept overlapping, recurring in Feng Xuan's mind again and again.

It seems to keep telling him:

Master did not ascend.

Your master, he is dead.

"Master...Master..." Feng Xuan kept murmuring in pain.

"Master!"

He woke up with a start.Only then did I realize that the water palace was no longer beside me, but an ordinary inn.

Cold sweat dripped down his forehead, but Feng Xuan had no thoughts of scruples at all, full of panic and uneasiness.

Hearing something in the room, someone pushed the door open and entered.

Feng Xuan raised her head when she heard the sound, and it was Li Furen in black who was walking towards her.

He walked to Feng Xuan's side, lowered his eyes, searched Feng Xuan's aura blankly, and said: "Your injury has not healed, be careful not to overuse your spiritual energy."

Feng Xuan acted as if he had never heard of it, his expression was dull, after a while, he got up and got out of bed, wanting to drink some tea to moisten his hoarse voice.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he made a move, Li Furen pushed him back, Li Furen turned around and poured the tea, heated it with spiritual energy, and then served it to Feng Xuan.

Feng Xuan silently lowered her head and took it, sucked a few mouthfuls, and asked, "Where's Qiu Zijin?"

"Dead in the enchantment."

After confirming the answer, Feng Xuan was rarely relieved, but another thing in his mind was firmly hanging on Feng Xuan's mind, making it difficult for him to be at peace.

He suddenly thought, he was able to enter this illusion, so if Li Furen was also involved, what would he see?

Thinking about it, Feng Xuan stared at Li Furen in a daze.

"What are you looking at?" Li Furen's tone was flat, but in the depths of his eyes, there was clearly a bottomless black vortex.

Feng Xuan came back to her senses, shook her head abruptly, and murmured absent-mindedly: "I was just thinking...forget it."

It's not easy to tell others about Master's affairs.

After Feng Xuan thought about it, she entered her body with divine consciousness, carefully inspecting the changes in the sycamore branches in her body.

It's a pity that the sycamore branches seem to be frozen in time, and they always maintain a budding state, but they just don't bloom.

Feng Xuan's heart sank a little more.

It is clear that it is only the last step before it will bloom. Who would have thought that this last step would be as difficult as reaching the sky.

Feng Xuan sighed, her brows were tightly furrowed and she couldn't untie them from the beginning to the end.

We can only take one step at a time and look at it one step at a time.

"Why are we here, don't you want to go back to the No-Nian Sect?"

Li Furen took the teacup Feng Xuan drank, and explained: "When we left the barrier, something was wrong."

Feng Xuan's expression froze: "What's wrong?"

"There is no one outside the exit of the enchantment of the secret realm, and none of the elders leading the team are there."

"Not one?"

This is really unusual.

Before they came, they had been told to find the sacred tree in the enchantment.

Although the "sacred tree" in the enchantment of the secret realm is not the sacred tree that everyone is looking for.

But no matter what, in order to protect the disciples who came out of the barrier, all sects should send elders to protect them. How could there be no one there?

"Could it be..." Feng Xuan's eyes turned, "Something happened to Wu Nianzong?"

Li Furen sorted things out slowly, and said, "I'm afraid it's not just Wu Nian Sect."

He paused, his eyes were cold: "The demons should be making a comeback. A big battle may be inevitable."

Feng Xuan's expression was disturbed, he clenched the sheet tightly: "Then you still want to go back to Wu Nian Sect?"

The only one who answered Feng Xuan was Li Furen's "Yes."

Feng Xuan fell silent, even losing her expression.

In the past, he would have asked Li Furen why he did this, and tried his best to dissuade him, but after doing so much, Feng Xuan felt extremely tired, no matter what Li Furen made, as long as he paid back the favor, he would leave immediately .

Although Feng Xuan didn't ask, Li Furen said it on his own: "There is a faint news from the cultivation world that the innate demon body has been born, and now everyone in the cultivation world is in danger, and everyone wants to get rid of the demon body and go quick."

Feng Xuan became nervous again, he knew that the person in front of him was the natural demon body that everyone wanted to kill.

His eyes were worried, Li Furen could see it.

"However, no information about me has been disclosed now. Everyone only thinks that I am born with an evil body."

Feng Xuan then understood what Li Furen meant.

Regardless of whether it is a natural evil body or a natural devil body, even if Li Furen now has the divine sword Hanshui, as long as one person is left outside, it will be extremely dangerous.

Feng Xuan is not sure that she can protect him like this.

Rather than saying that Li Furen wanted to go back to Wu Nian Sect, it would be better to say that they had no other place to go except Wu Nian Sect.

After pondering for a while, Feng Xuan raised her head, her gaze was firm:

"Okay, no matter where you go, I will accompany you."

In Li Furen's eyes, the deep waves could not stop churning.

The author has something to say: There will be a second update before going to bed!

感谢在2021-03-1323:46:02~2021-03-1620:59:23期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Wang Ma Xiaoji, Fuguang, 307847801;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：山水有相逢20瓶；红毛小狼崽崽18瓶；史迪奇不吃香菜6瓶；忘言2瓶；凌落1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!