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Han Nansong knelt on the ground, while the ancestor of the Weeping Blood Sect sat on top, looking down at Han Nansong from top to bottom.

"I didn't let you go to Nanxiaomen, I couldn't wait to rush back, did I want to have a close relationship with Nanxiaomen?"

"The subordinates absolutely dare not."

"Really? That's the good master who made a special trip to see you." The patriarch of the Weeping Blood Cult cast his gaze over with great interest, and lifted Han Nansong's head with a burst of energy, making him look directly at him.

Han Nansong didn't expect the sudden movement of the ancestor of the Crying Blood Sect. His eyes shrank for a moment, but he seemed to wake up suddenly in the next second, and said firmly: "I have nothing to do with Nanxiaomen, so what do those people's life and death have to do with me?" ?”

"really?"

"It's true."

The Patriarch of the Weeping Blood Sect didn't really care whether Han Nansong still had feelings for Nanxiaomen, so what?That bit of emotion and conscience can't make him give up his life and ambitions. Does this kind of person who puts himself first, is selfish and cowardly, and can't accept blows from being praised all the time, have the courage to betray him?

Taking a step back, even if it was pretended, it still couldn't escape his grasp.

After doing so many things that cannot be tolerated in the world, and harming Nanxiaomen several times, is there still a way to turn back?

"I made a clean break with the past long ago. If I want to climb to the top and become a master, how can I be merciful? Apart from cultivation, what else should I care about? If it weren't for the Weeping Blood Sect, how could I have today's miraculous powers? ?”

"Oh, then why did you go there?"

Han Nansong fell on the ground and said bitterly: "I wanted to retrieve the formation stone in Nanxiaomen's Ten Thousand Swords Formation. That formation stone suppressed the magic sword for thousands of years. Maybe I could use it to find the trace of the magic sword."

"I wanted to hand it over to my lord, but I didn't expect it to be ruined by Xiao Qin." His eyes were vicious like a ghost, ferocious and distorted, without grace, "I was accidentally stabbed by him with a sword, which hurt me." So badly hurt."

"I don't know what kind of evil method this insidious villain used to climb from a stupid and stupid person to that position. One day, I will take him..."

"Okay." The patriarch of the Weeping Blood Sect stopped Han Nansong's unfinished words without interest. He raised his hand and saw a red light. In an instant, the red light sank into Han Nansong's chest. The spiritual power attached to it gradually disappeared, and the wound no longer continued to expand. , "Refining it, your skill will be improved to a higher level."

"Thank you, Your Highness!"

"Go down."

"Yes."

The Patriarch of the Weeping Blood Sect looked at his leaving back thoughtfully for a while, feeling a pity in his heart.

If it wasn't for Gao Ni's ineffectiveness at the time, allowing Han Nansong to escape and end up with a shattered golden core and a damaged foundation, it should have been a container that satisfied him. Now that this container can't be made, it can be used as a medicine guide.

Other medicines are not so effective.

After leaving the hall, Han Nansong returned to the cave and began to slowly refine the spiritual power transmitted to him by the ancestor of the Crying Blood Cult.

With the refining of the spiritual power, Han Nansong's pale face gradually returned to blood, but after a while, the spiritual power that was advancing went astray, and before the blood from the corner of his mouth could be wiped away, the restriction at the door was touched.

Han Nansong suddenly raised his head, staring at the phantom that slowly emerged.

The phantom solidified in the air, and Liu Yixuan was dressed in purple, with a carefree expression: "This is the elixir for this time." As soon as he finished speaking, he threw the elixir in his hand at Han Nansong.

After Han Nansong took the elixir, he didn't leave directly as usual, and said again: "Tsk, there's something wrong with you. If you're so restless, I won't give you the elixir to regulate your energy."

"What does it have to do with you? Keep your mouth shut!"

"Of course it has nothing to do with me, it's just for fun, so what if you talk too much?" Liu Yixuan said unhurriedly under Han Nansong's glaring eyes, "It seems that Xiao Qin from Nanxiaomen is really extraordinary in his cultivation, and he actually made you eat so much food." loss."

"You! It's just that I didn't notice for a while, and that guy Xiao Qin got it. Otherwise, what can a person like him with a vain name do to me?!"

"Heh, you are deceiving yourself, your current cultivation is not as good as him." Liu Yixuan smiled half-smile, and his figure gradually disappeared in front of Han Nansong.

After the figure disappeared, Han Nansong just noticed that there was blood dripping from the sword mark running through his chest, falling to the ground, and smashing into the soil.

He stared at the blood on the ground silently for a while, only to feel the disgusting smell, like rotten mud in a swamp, disgusting and dirty, so he waved his sleeve viciously, and those things that displeased him disappeared disappeared without a trace.

A moment later, the disappearing figure appeared in front of the main hall where Han Nansong had knelt before, and walked in slowly.

The Patriarch of the Crying Blood Sect was still sitting at the head of the main hall, Liu Yixuan calmed down a little, and after a salute, said: "The ingredients for refining the elixir are gone."

The ancestor of the Weeping Blood Cult heard the words: "Have you given him the pill?"

"Give it." Although he has restrained his demeanor, the usual wantonness can still be revealed from his bones, Liu Yixuan took the storage bag that appeared in the air, and said casually, "I really don't appreciate it, I just care about him, why? You can still look coldly at me, and I wasn't the one who hurt him, so how can you hate me as well?"

Liu Yixuan didn't take Han Nansong's attitude towards him at all. Originally, the elixir he gave Han Nansong was not a good thing. He allowed him to provide blood essence to the ancestor of the Weeping Blood Cult for a long time, and Han Nansong knew in his heart that it was impossible for Han Nansong to be grateful to him.

Thinking of the effect of this elixir and adding various clues, it is not difficult for Liu Yixuan to understand why the Patriarch of the Weeping Blood Sect has already passed the catastrophe on the surface, but he guards the Weeping Blood Sect almost all the time. It is inevitable.

He put away the storage bag, and continued: "Tsk, I heard that he had a problem with Xiao Qin before, and I think now is the time to be angry. This year's disciples of Nanxiaomen are not good, anyway, Han Nansong used to be Nanxiaomen How can the eldest disciple of the head of the sect be so petty and not discern the real culprit? I have no ability to defeat my enemy, so I have to ridicule the poor me."

The patriarch of the Weeping Blood Sect glanced at him and ignored him. Liu Yixuan has always been venomous. Many disciples in the sect have been ridiculed by him. It's not that the ancestor doesn't know, but Liu Yixuan has a sense of propriety. He doesn't say he is respectful to the ancestor of the Weeping Blood Sect, but he is also very polite.

"It seems that I have to be more careful when I speak next time, so as not to be resented by him." Although Liu Yixuan said this, his tone was contemptuous, there was no fear, only sneering.

"What's the use of hating you?" Liu Yixuan is different from Han Nansong, and the relationship with the Weeping Blood Sect is not controlled by others. Although a monk in the distraction stage is not enough to make the ancestors of the Weeping Blood Sect fear, there is no need to suppress it too much. People like Liu Yixuan are presumptuous in their bones, only coercion is counterproductive, proper freedom must be given, and Liu Yixuan has always seen the situation clearly, although he is casual in front of the ancestor of the Crying Blood Sect, he will not be too presumptuous. So sometimes, the Patriarch of Weeping Blood Cult would chat with him a few words.

Liu Yixuan raised his eyebrows and smiled when he heard the words, "It's useless." It seemed that he didn't take Han Nansong seriously.

The patriarch of the Weeping Blood Cult saw his aura that didn't seem to put anyone in his eyes, so he couldn't help asking curiously: "Then what do you think of Xiao Qin?"

"Xiao Qin?" Although Liu Yixuan still looked lazy, he was more serious than before, "That's a little troublesome."

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After this battle, the Nanxiaomen's vitality was severely injured, and then there were repeated blows that followed, and the decline gradually became apparent. Although everyone tried their best to support them, they did not regain the glory of the number one fairy gate in the past.

What made Nanxiaomen reappear in front of everyone with an earth-shattering momentum was the immortal artifact from the top of Qingyuan.

Xiao Qin of the Nanxiaomen received the inheritance of the fairy artifact, causing an uproar all over the world.

At the same time as the fairy artifact was born, the magic sword lurking in the crowd felt the aura that made it afraid, and tried to kill Xiao Qin but failed. At this time, everyone knew that the magic sword, which had disappeared since leaving Nanxiaomen It was obtained by Han Nansong.

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The situation is chaotic, time flies, Xiao Qin beheaded the devil, resolved the crisis, and the chaos gradually subsided. At that time, the world was initially settled, and the spirit of the magic sword was destroyed, but the body of the sword was nowhere to be found.

Xiao Qin trekked through mountains and rivers, searched all over the cultivation world, and finally found the place where the sword body was hidden.

At the last moment of destroying the sword body, the magic sword burst out its final whine and struggle, and at the same time as the sword body shattered, the afterglow of time emerged.

In the beginning, there was a raging fire in front of him, and this magic sword was conceived from this burning flame.

It wasn't just the magic sword that was constantly fused in the flames, it seemed that there was also Xiao Qin who was pulled into it.

This turbulent fire wave is enough to make anyone fear and burn their consciousness.

Xiao Qin looked at the flame in front of him coldly, unmoved at all.

Then the flame faded, and the sky and the earth appeared before his eyes.

Thousands of years passed by this magic sword flowed before his eyes one by one, as if he wanted to lock people in a cage made of these years, and finally return to nothingness.

Mountains and rivers are in succession, the sun rises and the moon sets, and gradually the person holding the sword is tempted by the magic sword, so there is only blood in front of his eyes, except for mourning, it is despair, and finally the magic sword is suppressed, and the darkness that lasts for thousands of years The silence is enough to make people crazy.

But Xiao Qin remained unmoved.

Until the magic sword broke through the shackles and the scenes he hadn't had time to see reappeared again, Xiao Qin's expression finally fluctuated a bit.

Although he knew that this scene was just a reenactment of the past, it was difficult to remain indifferent.

Those scenes don't need to be reproduced, he already remembers them clearly enough.

The images recorded by the magic sword are still being staged, bit by bit, until the sword is broken.

After the lingering light of the magic sword faded away, Xiao Qin turned around and stepped on the cloud to leave.

It's just that there are still some pictures left in my mind, flickering on and off.

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Hu Hansan is back!

After being disconnected for a while, when I picked it up, I was going crazy. The more I looked at it, the more I felt that there were a lot of flaws. I wrote, deleted and deleted several times, and finally changed it almost. change