I'm doing business in the Shura field [Rebirth]

When the darkness dissipated again, everyone fell out of the gate of wonders.Each face has a different expression.

He Lianjue supported his head, sat up from the hard ground of the altar, and glanced at the silent Fang Qinghong directly in front of him.As soon as he opened his mouth to call out, he realized something, showing an expression like looking at a monster, and changed his words: "Why have you advanced again?"

Fang Qinghong's cultivation base jumped from the early stage of distraction to the great perfection of distraction in one breath, and he was only half a step away from breaking through to transforming the void.

Even the yin and yang disk in the dantian has undergone a qualitative change, from the original black and white qi to a mass of chaos.

A brief silence.

The bangs scattered on the forehead covered the young man's eyes, only the tight jaw line was exposed, and He Lianjue gradually realized that something was wrong.

"You..." she hesitated.

Before she could finish speaking, the person involved suddenly raised his head, looked into the air with a serious expression, and made a quiet gesture to them.

Several people followed his gaze - the battle between Dao Yan and Helian Wushe had reached a fever pitch.

At this time, Helian Wushe was no longer as relaxed as before, and there were countless wounds on his body.And the color of Dao Yan's spiritual body condensed by true blood has also become much lighter.

The Black Flood Dragon King was in a state of anxiety, but he could only follow Dao Yan's instructions and continue to send spiritual blood to the large formation on the altar to maintain the stability of the gate.

Seeing them fall out of the door, he immediately stopped the bleeding, withdrew all his strength, and flew towards Dao Yan.

"Boss, I'm here to help..."

"Back off!" Dao Yan interrupted him with a soft beep, "Reserve your strength, and you have to escort them away."

"But..." The Black Flood Dragon King stared at her back.On the edge of the slender body, the light has faded and blurred.

"This is a battle between me and him, and it should be ended by ourselves." Dao Yan's eyes and brows were bright, unmoved by the fact that he was about to die.

Ethos, frilly dresses, the woman in white smiled brightly, just like when she was in high spirits. "Just watch from the side!"

Huanhua Sword Jue No. 70, the second style-three thousand flowers, all ways unite.

Snowflakes fell all over the sky, condensing into beautiful ice crystals, hiding many murderous intentions, imprisoning the seriously injured Helian Wushe in mid-air.The latter grinned, staring fixedly at the figure in white who was attacking him with a sword.

The beauty crossing the void is like a mortal fairy, but there is a murderous intent in her eyes.

Helian Wushe didn't resist, but opened his arms to hug her the moment the opponent's sword pierced his heart.At the same time, he burned his soul, trying to die with Dao Yan, the remnant soul, and die together.

However, his enthusiasm was completely extinguished by reality in the next second.

His hand passed through Dao Yan's phantom, and his arms were empty.

"Have you forgotten, I have no entity." Dao Yan's indifferent tone broke his last dream.

"Bai Lingyi...Bai Lingyi!" Helian Wushe's handsome face twisted, and he stretched out his arms with all his strength, trying to reach Immortal Daoyan who was only a short distance away.

Up to now, he has realized very clearly that the pinnacle of power and ambitions of aggression are nothing but a game in the world.Just like the child's play of his motives behind resurrecting Chi You, he also gave up easily.

But there is only one thing, only one thing, which he has never obtained in this life.

He wants to touch her.

"Then I'll curse you, I'll curse you for not being able to ask for it for the rest of your life!"

The curse was fulfilled.

He Lianjue looked up at his father trying his best and thought in a daze.The mother's curse came true.

A generation of disasters has finally passed away, dying under the cause and effect of the past.And Dao Yan, who had exhausted his spiritual power, also came to an end.

The blood that dripped on the ground began to evaporate.

At the same time, the figure of Immortal Daoyan started from his feet and turned into light spots and scattered away.

Dao Yan looked at the young faces below, and sighed deeply in his heart.

With her talent, becoming a fairy is not a problem at all.How could the person who dared to strike the sky and thunder with his sword back then, who was not afraid of the sky and the earth, be defeated by a mere heart demon?

It's just that she saw some images in the sea of ​​robbery.about the past, and the future.

It is true that as long as she turns a blind eye and pretends not to know, she can still ascend to the fairy world and be her free and easy fairy.Maybe ten thousand years from now, there will be a place for her in the Heavenly Court.

But if she really chooses this way, is it still the Bai Lingyi who walks the world with a sword and draws his sword to help when encountering injustice?

So Dao Yan, who was halfway through the tribulation, resolutely resolved to dissolve in place, and became a loose immortal who could only wander in the world of mortals.

The monks who fled before the battle will all be punished more severely by the Heavenly Tribulation. While the thunder of punishment is raining down, it will also be branded deep in the souls of these people.

People with this brand will be cut off from immortality in this life, and will never be able to ascend to heaven again.

Dao Yan endured the thunder calamity that was several times more violent than before, and retreated for a long time before coming out to continue his actions.

Since then, her whereabouts have been erratic, and even the sect's juniors don't know what she is doing.

It's a big matter, she can't involve more people in, and she can't leak the news in advance, so she is alone in camp, making arrangements for the world in a thousand years.

In exchange for an uncertain future with her own future, her body is left with indelible scars on the Dao—no one else knows, but only Dao Yan knows that even if she becomes a Sanxian, her cultivation in this life will not be of any great importance progress.

No one knew her true meaning, let alone what she had paid for.It would be a lie to say that for so many years, there has not been a trace of melancholy in the occasional midnight dream.

But as tenacious as Dao Yan, he knows exactly what he wants and what he pursues.

Therefore, she will not be confused.

Fang Qinghong clenched his fists.

And such a stunningly talented person is because, as the protagonist, he needs to be born in an all-female Sword Sect, so the author let her appear.

The young man couldn't help asking: "Are you voluntarily accepting this fate? Don't you think it's unfair?"

Ever since he learned the truth, many emotions have troubled him. Because of his own identity, Fang Qinghong was unwilling to reveal his depression and self-blame.

His melancholy, in front of those who truly experience injustice, may be a kind of sentimentality that exposes scars.

But Dao Yan was different, Fang Qinghong saw the real strength from her clear and powerful eyes.

He regards this senior who stands at the top of the sword, but swims in the shallows and falls in the flat sun, as an object of admiration.So the question buried deep in my heart was revealed so naturally.

Dao Yan blinked and said with a smile, "Voluntary."

"Well——" She propped her cheeks, showing a pretty posture, and at this time she returned to her usual approachability: "Although at first, I thought Tianming was a cute little girl, but I didn't expect that our Sword Sect would be so cute after thousands of years. Here comes a man."

Fang Qinghong pulled the corner of his mouth, and continued: "But I have affected your life, haven't I?"

Dao Yan: "Since this is the case, it's fine for you to influence for the better."

Fang Qinghong: "In case your hard work fails afterwards..."

"Didn't you stop doing it because you were afraid of failure?" Dao Yan interrupted him and asked back. "The predecessors paved the way, and the descendants took advantage of the shade. For some things, someone must go first."

Fang Qinghong lowered his head, his voice became softer: "If... I mean, what if the fate that the master is waiting for is not worthy of being entrusted like this? What should I do?"

The soothing wind blows over his head, like a woman's tender palm.

The young man looked up and saw the woman lowering her eyes, looking down at him tenderly: "Isn't this thinking and introspecting? A silly child, a really bad person, would not have such thoughts."

"What's more, I am older than you, if I don't get my approval, how can I let you into the door of all wonders." Dao Yan added.

After finishing speaking, she turned her head and suddenly called He Tiantian's Daoist name: "Yunji, is it?"

From the door of excellence, He Tiantian's face was extremely pale, and he remained silent all the time.

Hearing the sound at this moment, he walked out from behind Fang Qinghong, saluted Daoyan: "Yes, master."

What Dao Yan said to her was very unclear: "You two brothers and sisters, you must take back the Liufeng sword. There are some things that only you can do."

He Tiantian paused, "I obey."

Dao Yan looked at her, watched the girl's eyes gradually become firmer, and finally, borrowing the power of the wind, touched her head.

"Okay, okay." As she said so, there was clear sadness in her eyes.

The two were talking like a riddle, Fang Qinghong's heart was pounding, he opened his mouth to ask, but was stopped by Dao Yan's eyes.The other party made it clear that they didn't want to tell him.

The big deal is to go back and talk about what my junior sister said.He changed his mind and was relieved.

At this time, Dao Yan's lower body has turned into light spots and completely dispersed.

The Black Flood Dragon King hurriedly called: "Boss!"

This time, Dao Yan did not resist the opponent's approach.Until the Black Flood Dragon King stood in front of her, she looked at the man with tears in her eyes and burst into a smile: "I don't want your face at this time?"

The Black Flood Dragon King didn't speak, he also wanted to touch the woman, but he understood rationally that it was impossible.In the end, only a sentence escaped from between the teeth: "You are going to be gone."

Dao Yan gradually stopped laughing, with a nostalgic expression on his face. "You used to love to cry too."

Black Flood Dragon King: "You did it all!"

Dao Yan: "Oh, I thought you were born with such a slender personality."

The Black Flood Dragon King was furious: "What are you talking about, my scales are almost pulled out, and you forced me to call you my nickname at the beginning!"

Daoyan, like He Tiantian, is a Gengjin Taoist body, a born sword fetus.

When he was young, Dao Yan was a fledgling, poor and white man, and came out to fight with a broken sword that he made himself - except for his unrivaled sword intent and fighting talent, his other abilities can be described as a mess.

Just as she was traveling across the eastern region to fight her enemies, and beat all the sects screaming and screaming at the female devil's head, she ran into the black dragon king who came from the eastern sea and quietly went ashore to practice.

At that time, the Black Jiao King had not yet become a Mahayana king, and everyone generally called him Ao Su, the prince of the Jiao clan.

They are both young and vigorous, and their realms are the same. The encounter between the two can be described as a pinpoint to a wheat awn.

Ao Su was conceited about his background and blood talent of the prehistoric alien race. He didn't pay much attention to Dao Yan at first, but he was beaten up all over his head. .

In the end, Dao Yannian let him go for the sake of God's good life.

In fact, from the very beginning, Dao Yan didn't intend to use him to fill his stomach. The alchemy furnace that was burning with raging real fire was also placed on purpose to scare him.

But Ao Su, who is young and has never seen the world, doesn't know.

Being tied tightly, Ao Su thought she was going to be eaten by evil human monks, and used it to increase her cultivation, her eyes were full of hatred, and the fangs in her mouth were sticking out, as if she wanted to bite off a piece of her flesh, Staring at Dao Yan.

At that time, Dao Yan also burst into a smile, came over and squatted beside him, and poked his cheek with a branch.This attitude of teasing children made Ao Su so angry that the veins on his forehead popped up, and he almost pouted.

"Okay, okay, just to tease you." Dao Yan retracted the branch, wrinkled his nose and disliked him: "You have no sense of humor, so boring."

Ao Su: "If you want to kill, you have to do whatever you want. If you insult the prehistoric people, you have ten lives and you can't kill them!"

"If a person has feelings, things will have intentions; if people are ruthless, karma will be born." Dao Yan supported his cheek with his left hand, and with a fingertip of his right hand, the rope that bound Ao Su loosened.

"Everything has animism, you have finally been enlightened, how could I take your life for my own selfishness?" The beauty in white stood up, looked down at him from above, and said with a hearty smile: "Boy, what's your name? "

Ao Su stared blankly at her, only to feel that the speed of blood flow suddenly increased, and his heart was pounding.

This man Xiushi... is really handsome!

The arrogant and cold-blooded prince of the Jiao clan was conquered by the strength and courage displayed by the woman in front of him.The prehistoric alien race also admired Qiang, and he gave his name and surname sincerely and convincingly: "Ao Su."

Dao Yan put his hands on his hips and pointed to himself: "Dao Yan, he was driven down the mountain by his master just now, and now he is a casual cultivator."

Ao Su looked at the sky and the earth, hesitating: "Then, from now on, it's better..."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw the female cultivator in white pat him on the shoulder boldly, and said, "Otherwise, you can hang out with me in the future. I just need a handyman...a companion with the same interests! If I have a mouthful of spirit stones, I will be short." How about without you?"

You want to enslave me, I hear it all!

Although he was so condemned in his heart, Ao Su blurted out: "Hmph, it's okay."

"Oh." Dao Yan suddenly thought of something and exclaimed. "This stove was 'borrowed' from me by a kind monk, and I have to go back and return it to others."

Ao Su: ...

Ao Su: "You snatched it."

Dao Yan: "What are you talking about, I made a promise to him!"

Ao Su: "Then do you remember his name and where he came from?"

Dao Yan: "Well... I haven't used it up yet, so I'll pay it back when we meet in the future."

The memory and laughter faded away, and the tears on the face of the Black Flood Dragon King fell away.

The wind blew over his shoulders and patted him lightly.Before disappearing, Dao Yan gave him the last smile: "After I leave, don't cry anymore."

The tears on his face became more and more violent, the Black Flood Dragon King subconsciously grabbed the scattered light spots, then looked at the empty palm, and muttered to himself: "It's so cool."

How could it be possible.

I'm not heartless.

A generation of Tianjiao disappeared just like that, like a shooting star in the sky, fleeting and fleeting.

However, it left an indelible track in the night sky.