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"This is where?"

The remnant soul who was dragged into the sky-reaching chariot sat up and looked blankly at the surrounding space.

A man with a voice like a ten-year-old boy but a tone like a centenarian answered, "This is the Formless Realm, a world where there are only actions, feelings, and five senses, but no form. As the saying goes, the heavens will send great tasks to people, and they must first work hard on their minds and muscles, and you are blessed to have some experience here."

"Me?" Remnant Soul frowned slightly, "I don't know who I am. Then who are you?"

The man said: "I was destined to be with you for a lifetime, but I never thought that you sold me halfway to coax your little heart, and this caused disaster. Your three souls and seven souls have been dismantled by your own hands. Of course the memory is no more.

Forget it, isn't life just for experience?You can experience peace of mind here with me. When the opportunity comes, you can regain your life and rebuild the road. "

The remnant soul stood up and bowed to the void and said, "Then, how should I practice?"

The man laughed and said: "It's simple, you just need to observe this man who is opposite you day and night, whatever he tells you to do, you do it, this is experience.

Oh, by the way, you haven't signed a spiritual contract with him, so he can't summon you. I have to find a way to let him give you a name, let's call it...Xiao Xuanzi. "

"Little Xuanzi..." Remnant Soul was thoughtful.

The man said: "Then it's settled, you watch the nest for me, if the nest is gone when I come back, your experience will not count, understand?"

"But you haven't taught me exactly how to do it."

"Well... I'm different from you. I'm not in the Five Constants. I was born without the five senses. But you are different. Who knows what will happen?

Cough cough... That's fine, you can explore slowly by yourself, in order not to disturb your experience, I have to reluctantly go out with my old arms and legs that have not been out for thousands of years, go out for activities, for me, you have to practice hard. "

"Then let's go our own way, see you later." The man didn't see that he was reluctant, but jumped up and ran away.

"Uh..." Since there is no color or form, how can we practice it?

The remnant soul couldn't figure it out. After the man left, he could only sit on the spot instinctively, adjusting his breath and meditating.

Suddenly, he felt that his spiritual body was being held by something. He was formless, but he felt very keenly. At this time, he clearly felt that he was moving upwards.

Soon, he saw a magnified face of a young man with his eyes closed, as if he was sleeping.

This is the one who has to watch day and night?

Well, it looks very beautiful...

At this moment, Wei Qing turned over in his dream, probably having another nightmare, tears gushed out of his closed eyes, and the long eyelashes were wet.

"Master...Xuanfang..." He muttered, frowning in pain, unconsciously cupped the purple rope in his hand to his lips, and stroked it gently.

Perhaps it was because of the fever, his lips were wet and hot, the purple rope had been rubbed for a long time, and suddenly trembling, he broke free from his hand.

In the middle of the night, Wei Qing was woken up by Ying Luo, and drowsily climbed onto He Jiyou's back.

It has been seven days since Wei Qing, the "magic dragon", escaped from the Purple Cloud Sect.

The blood rain stopped long ago, and the natural disasters also subsided, but they were chased and killed by people sent by Sun Daoyi along the way, so they didn't dare to stay in one place for too long.

Wei Qing was seriously injured, but luckily Ying Luo stayed with He Jiyou.

However, both Yingluo and He Jiyou suffered serious injuries during the fight, and their spiritual and physical strength were severely overdrawn. Coupled with the fact that the other party was in a maze, they were trapped in the wind and snow for seven days, unable to escape. Within the territory of Kunshan.

"Senior brother He...you can take a rest when you are tired."

Ying Luo's voice rang in his ears, Wei Qing opened his heavy eyelids, and felt that He Jiyou's breath was not smooth, and a thin apology rose in his heart.

If the Tongtian Chariot hadn't been broken, maybe it wouldn't have happened.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but finally closed it with no interest.

Tong Tiannian hadn't played a role since he came out of Ziyun Sect. Wei Qing also tried to summon him, but he was always hanging on his ankle like a mountain.

Ying Luo and He Jiyou's imperial walking equipment was not high-grade, and they were even worse than human feet after being attacked. There was no sky-reaching chariot, so He Jiyou carried Wei Qing on his back and used his own spiritual power to fly. This is also one of the reasons for the lagging schedule.

After flying for half a day, the three of them had to find a place to rest.

Ying Luo looked at the sleepy Wei Qing, hesitated for a while and said, "Xiao Wei, I feel that your chariot is not broken, but that you summoned the wrong name."

"What?" Wei Qing didn't lift his eyelids.

Ying Luo said: "Last night, a man who claimed to be a chariot spirit came to me in a dream, saying that you called him by the wrong name. He asked me to tell you that you can just call him Xiaoxuanzi in the future, and don't call him wrong."

Wei Qing smiled wryly: "If it's really a chariot spirit, why didn't he entrust me with a dream?"

Yingluo murmured: "Because he said that in your dream, you are all suzerain...he couldn't get in, so...that's why you entrusted the dream to me. I don't know if it's true or not, why don't you try?"

He Jiyou coughed not far away, presumably reminding Yingluo to speak with discretion.

Wei Qing was stunned, thinking that the Tongtian chariot was the first and most important gift Mo Xuanfang gave him, his heart, which was already numb from the pain, was cut bluntly again.

He stooped up, took off the purple rope on his ankle, held it tremblingly in the palm of his hand, and said in a low voice: "You miss him too, don't you? If you want to call him Xiaoxuanzi, you can call him Xiaoxuanzi."

Before he finished speaking, the purple rope suddenly flashed twice in the palm of his hand, expressing his response.

"Okay...Little Xuanzi..." Wei Qing's tears fell down, holding him up, and gently rubbing/stroking him on his lips.

But that little Xuanzi immediately flew out of Wei Qing's palm as if he had been frightened by all kinds of horrors, wrapped around his ankle, and remained motionless.

Ying Luo came over happily and said, "Look, Xiao Wei, he really reacted, my dream was real."

He Jiyou also came over and said, "Junior Brother, I heard that the Golden Crow Tongtian Chariot is an ancient fetish with an uncivilized pure Dao spirit. Maybe he saw it when you transformed into a dragon in the magic circle, so he felt bad for you." At this time, you must not force him to fly us, but get in touch with him more and cultivate feelings, and he will gradually get better."

"Hmm..." Wei Qing lowered his head and glanced at Xiaoxuanzi again. Amidst the boundless pain in his heart, there was a faint sense of peace of mind. The pain in his body hit him in bursts. He couldn't hold on, and lay down again in a daze.

In the evening, He Jiyou found a cave to settle down, and simply made an enchantment to block the wind and snow outside.

In order to save spiritual power, he would rather do many things by himself like an ordinary person, and would not easily use spells.

He first went to get some dry firewood, lit a bonfire in the cave, and took out the bedding from the Qiankun bag, and laid a soft floor for the seniors, sisters and younger brothers.

After a while, he brought a clean mountain spring from outside, scrubbed the two of them briefly, and then fed the senior sister and younger brother the healing elixir.

Yingluo was injured on his foot and couldn't move around. At this time, he said embarrassedly: "Brother He, I was supposed to do these things, but I always asked you to take care of us. You are exhausted after so many days, and you also have injuries. , I will do it tomorrow.”

He Jiyou said sternly: "Junior Sister Ying, you should stop saying such things in the future. With me here, I will definitely make you suffer."

Hearing this, Wei Qing felt relieved in his bitter heart, he was happy for Ying Luo.I have been punished by the thunder of heaven and eroded by the flames of purgatory. I don't know how many days I can live. If I am gone in the future, my senior sister will not be alone.

At this time, He Jiyou said again: "Junior Sister Ying, it's cold at night, your spiritual power is weak and you are injured, my magic weapon can keep you warm, you take it first."

"Thank you, Brother He."

After a long time, Ying Luo glanced at Wei Qing, and said in a low voice, "Senior Brother He, I'm thinking in my heart that Xiao Wei's injury is too serious, I'm afraid if this goes on... In fact, there is a sentence that I have been holding in my heart for a long time, let me say it Do not get angry."

He Jiyou said softly, "Say it."

Ying Luo said: "Xiao Wei, he is a Dragon Clan in the final analysis, maybe their own clan has a way to heal his wounds, and he can be cured. I want to send him back to the Dragon Clan, but the Dragon Clan has been hiding in invisible places all these years. I don't know if I can find it."

When He Jiyou heard the words, he was about to comfort him, but Wei Qing lifted the quilt, got up with strength, pointed at Ying Luo and said in a trembling voice: "Senior sister, I didn't expect you to be such a person, have you forgotten? Those are the ones The Dragon Clan, they were the ones who killed the Suzerain, without them, how could the Suzerain die? I...I will not go to the Dragon Clan even if I die..."

As he spoke, he spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his body was shaking.

Ying Luo and He Jiyou immediately stepped forward to support Wei Qing, fed him a elixir to barely protect his heart, and He Jiyou quickly poured spiritual power into him.

Ying Luo cried, "Okay, okay, senior sister won't talk about it in the future, if we die, let's die together."

Wei Qing was furious, and his injuries became worse. The cold sweat on his back soaked through his clothes, and he curled up and trembled uncontrollably.

At this moment, the bonfire in the cave suddenly went out and came on again, and He Jiyou's spiritual power on his wrist became stagnant, and he fell down silently.

Wei Qing felt chills on his neck, he knew that it was a high-grade sword, among the best swords in Ziyun sect.

Without looking back, Wei Qing also guessed that Sun Daoyi had arrived in person.

Soon, Ying Luo's extremely angry voice came from behind him: "Sun Daoyi, the suzerain has issued an order that the whole sect of the Ziyun sect must not harass Wei Siying for three years. The suzerain has only been dead for a few days? You won't let Feng Ming order go." In my eyes, you're about to let him go."

Sun Daoyi said coldly: "Phoenix Ming Order? That is the Hao Order that only Ziyun Sect Master has the right to proclaim. Mo Xuanfang and the Demon Dragon Master and Disciple messed with each other. If they do things that are just for nothing, they are no longer Ziyun Sect Master. , let me ask you, where did you get the Fengming Order?"

Wei Qing closed his eyes, holding back the tears that almost fell.

He turned around suddenly, the sword around his neck was always inseparable, like a cold snake, ready to move at any time.

On the opposite side of the cave, Ying Luo was tied behind his back by Puxuan Hall disciples, with new wounds on his shoulders and face.

Wei Qing raised his head and saw Sun Daoyi looking at him, his eyes were as cold as the sword in his hand.

Wei Qing suppressed the surging blood in his chest, and said lightly: "You just want those magic weapons. If I give them to you, how can you guarantee the safety of me and the two senior brothers and sisters?"

As soon as these words came out, Ying Luo immediately shouted: "Xiao Wei, are you crazy? Those are all left to you by the suzerain, you don't have to worry about me, the suzerain has issued a Fengming order, he dare not kill you."

"Really?" Sun Daoyi turned her head, pointed the cold sword tip at Yingluo suddenly, swiped it, and a sharp sword energy shot out, piercing Yingluo's already injured shoulder through a bloody hole.

Ying Luo immediately let out an "ah" and passed out.

Wei Qing's hands were clenched into fists under the sleeves, trembling slightly.

With a hoarse voice, he still said calmly: "Master Sun, my senior sister has that temper, why do you have to get angry? How about this, you ask someone to send the two of them out now, and I will stay as a hostage for you."