Quick wear: I'm with my nemesis

Xie Zhuoren couldn't help rubbing his stinging brows. In the past few days after entering the practice world, because there was no blood pool to suppress him, his injuries became more and more serious.

Even every minute and every second, Xie Zhuo could feel the passing of vitality.

If this continues, he may not even survive a hundred years.

If he had known earlier that he would encounter such a thing when he came out this trip, he would rather die of old age in the Demon Realm.

Why did he really have something to do with that brat?

Do you feel sorry for the younger generation, or do you want to go crazy for the last time before you seem to die, and put your thoughts and thoughts in these years into practice?

Xie Zhuo didn't want to think about these issues, this is not something that a short-lived ghost like him should think about.

The only question now is: how will he escape from his sword after sleeping with No.1 in the practice world.

In fact, it's unlikely.

That little brat's cultivation level is equal to that of his heyday, but now he is seriously injured and has only survived for a few days, so it would be great if he can display one-tenth of his strength.

Therefore, Xie Zhuo seemed to have no choice but to escape.

However, Tianyuan is so big, where can he escape?

With the dog skin plaster behind him, it was useless for him to escape to the ends of the earth.

And that person seemed to be finally annoyed by his attitude.

From the sincere "Uncle Master" at the beginning, he became the current Xie Zhuo.

During the chase, the cold Lord Sword Master was completely turned into a repeater by Xie Zhuo.

Holding the sword, he followed Xie Zhuo step by step, leaving only one sentence in his mouth: "Xie Zhuo, come back with me."

It didn't look like he was chasing someone, but rather like a big dog following his master, watching his master eagerly waiting for him to take him home.

Xie Zhuo ran for a long time, and stopped helplessly after realizing that his body was finally unable to support himself.

I can't run anymore, if I run again, I will die violently in front of this brat.

At that time, maybe even this stubborn brat won't be able to survive.

He sighed and looked back at Xuan Xiao: "Why bother?"

There is no fragrant grass anywhere in the world, he just slept for a while, why bother to pursue him so hard?

"Follow me back." Xuan Xiao said coldly, but his eyes were worriedly staring at Xie Zhuo's lips.

He is not a fool, he naturally discovered Xie Zhuo's abnormal weakness during the chase.

It is impossible for a Mahayana person to become like this because of his arrogance for a few days. The only explanation can only be that he has old injuries.

Thinking of his century-old Mahayana legend, Xuan Xiao gritted his teeth, and his voice became softer: "Xie Zhuo, go back with me."

He has always used the sword as his word, and because of his great strength, no one has dared to argue with him, so he has become more and more taciturn.

So much so that if I want to persuade a person to listen to him now, I don't know what to say.

Xie Zhuo took a light breath: "You."

What are you going back for?

Let old friends from the past watch him die?Xie Zhuo didn't want to die in such a mess.

He sighed softly: "You forced me."

With a flick of his fingertips, a mirror dormant in the void emerged, suddenly covering Xuan Xiao.

This mirror is called Sansheng Mirror, it is a treasure he got after he broke Qingyun, and he has never used it in these years.

Under the mirror of Sansheng, he cut his obsession, and said to Qi Ling, who had just given birth to a spiritual wisdom: "Put him into reincarnation, and let him out after he eliminates his killing intent."

Xie Zhuo knew that Xuan Xiao had no intention of killing him, only an obsession that could not be erased.