After the rebirth, the master takes orders and asks him

The clouds cleared, and the sky suddenly appeared, completely exposing the man hiding in it with an indifferent expression.

He was covered with a pure black cloak, and the hood hid his face in the dark, completely covering his face.

Even if Yun Rong didn't look at it, he knew that there was a face that was exactly like Xie Jincheng's.

And this outfit also made him very familiar. It was the person who took him away from the mortal world back then, let him live alone in seclusion, and practice the ruthless way.

Tianyue was very displeased that he looked at her with such eyes.

He is used to seeing absolute loyalty and submission from Yunrong's face, he doesn't have to worry about right and wrong, he only needs absolute obedience.

That's what a sword should do.

But he forgot that the person in front of him was no longer the sword spirit who had accompanied him in the heavens for thousands of years. After several lifetimes and the washing of the years, what he had honed was a brand new soul—a person who belonged exclusively to Xie Jincheng.

Xie Jincheng is no longer him, and Yun Rong will not be the sword spirit of the past, but some are just memories that belong to a third party.

Tianyue subconsciously understands this truth, but he doesn't want to admit it, and only believes in what he thinks.

So he narrowed his eyes, held the sword in front of him with his backhand, pointed the tip of the sword at Xie Jincheng in Yunrong's arms, and said in a cold tone:

"If it wasn't for him, you would have ascended back to the God Realm in your previous life—he should die!"

Listening to the conversation between the two, Xie Jincheng clearly knew each other. If nothing else, he should have ruined that person's good deed, which is why he held grudges like that.

Now, he wants his own life even more.

But judging from Yun Rong's attitude, he seemed to be on his side.

Xie Jincheng was in a good mood, shrunk back into Yunrong's arms, turned his face and raised his eyebrows contentedly, and looked at Tianyue provocatively.

Yunrong noticed his movements, thought he was frightened, and whispered: "It's okay, I'm here, don't be afraid."

Holding his waist with his left hand, he pressed into his arms, hugged him even tighter, raised his head and looked at Tianyue and said:

"You want me to ascend, but you want me to be like you, to be a sharp weapon without emotion, to continue to be the sharpest sword in your hand, to be your strongest support, but—"

"I do not want to!"

Looking at Tianyue's slowly raised hair, like the gradually rising anger, Yunrong snorted lightly.

"Back then, your sword spirit was loyal to you. If you proved the way by killing, he would kill you all over the demon world. If you became a god, he would continue to be your master in the heaven with the body of a half-demon, enduring the pain of heart-gnawing pain." The sharp blade, but the result?"

Yunrong's eyes fell on the sword in Tianyue's hand, and she looked at it with infinite compassion:

"When it becomes your love calamity and hinders your cultivation, you can ruthlessly destroy his essence, wipe him clean, and leave only a wisp of his soul to the lower realm—— What you want has always been a loyal and obedient puppet!"

"If this sword hadn't been born in the place where the two worlds of heaven and demon meet, and it wasn't for the perfect opportunity, it might not be able to be born after tens of thousands of years. You may not even leave a wisp of his remnant soul behind!"

The drizzle had been brewing in the clouds for a long time, and finally rolled down one after another, crackling and falling, hanging on Yunrong's face like crystal teardrops.

Tianyue looked at him with the indifference of a god overlooking all living beings, and the indifference of sitting in a temple.

The fireworks in the world and the world of mortals have nothing to do with him.

He is a god, he will never have a heart, and he will never make mistakes.

Raising the monstrous long sword in his hand high, a golden light suddenly appeared, hanging in the sky, with a mammoth murderous aura.

"Stubborn."

Tianyue opened her lips, her eyes turned cold, and the long sword turned into countless silver swords in the air, and slammed fiercely at the two people below.

"Since you have a rebellious bone, then I can't keep you! This deity can still beat you to pieces today, leaving only one soul thrown into the lower world, raising you for a few lives, and letting you ascend back to this deity obediently, but this time, absolutely No one in the way will come to deceive you again!"

Countless sword lights rained down like stars, unstoppable, as if they wanted to fill up the entire Ten Thousand Swords Sect.

Xie Jincheng frowned, buried his face between Yunrong's neck, and inhaled the familiar breath on him contentedly, unexpectedly, there was no trace of fear.

At the same time, a picture flashed in his mind, the same rain of swords was attacking him, and the man standing on the cloud was standing opposite him, his face full of anger.

At the last moment, Yun Rong blocked all the attacks for him and fell in front of him...

At that time, the god standing on the cloud was staring at him tightly, just like now.

Yun Rong looked at Pang Ran Jian Yu quietly, with a calm expression on his face, he suddenly raised his hand, the sea of ​​blood churned for no reason, and instantly flowed backwards, forming a devilish barrier in the huge sky, corroding the sword rain to nothingness , there is nothing left.

"Back then you were able to kill your sword spirit only because he never thought of fighting back against you, and the reason why I died at your hands in the first life was because I only had that incomplete soul. Now, You can try-"

"Can you kill me or not!"

After all, Yunrong is still the sword spirit of Tianyue's natal sword, and cannot hurt him, but it is not enough to repay him.

Looking at the current situation, Tianyue knew that what he said was true.

This sword has always been very powerful, never weaker than him, and the loss back then was only lost to his own feelings for him.

The more he understood this point, the more uncomfortable he became, and he also realized more clearly that the person in front of him was no longer the obedient sword spirit thousands of years ago.

"The emotion you are after is the most unreliable and false thing in this world."

Tianyue's particularly indifferent gaze fell on Xie Jincheng, and she rarely smiled, but it was sarcasm.

"After all, he is also me, in the same line. It is his nature to be cold, and it is his innate instinct to be unfeeling."

He looked at Yun Rong with pity.

"Have you forgotten how he treated you in this life? So what if he likes you? If he doesn't want you for the first time, if he kills you for the first time, there will be a second time. This person is not the person you are looking for."

"The one who really likes you and treats you sincerely has long since been broken up by me. The person you are hugging and protecting now is just another me, a fake one."

"So, obediently follow me back, only absolute strength is what you should pursue, you and I will sit on the altar together."

Tianyue wants him to know that the obsession he has been struggling with has been dissipated, and everything he does now is meaningless.

The most correct choice to make is to go back with him and be a god who has no desires or desires.

Yun Rong just glanced at him indifferently, and the sea of ​​blood blocking the sky in mid-air had no intention of retracting it at all.

In the end, without leaving him a single look, he turned around and left with Xie Jincheng, his cold voice echoed between heaven and earth:

"Becoming a god is your obsession, not mine. My obsession is only him."

The sea of ​​blood in the demon world carried the devilish energy of the tens of thousands of monsters slaughtered by the sword spirit back then, and it accumulated for tens of thousands of years.

He could only be blocked by that barrier, watching Yun Rong lead people away.

Now between the two, no one can do anything to the other.

Yun Rong was restrained by his own body, so he couldn't do anything against Tianyue to avenge that soul. Tianyue is also restrained by the sea of ​​blood now, and there is nothing he can do about it.

Under such a last resort situation, it seems that the only thing left is to live in peace, and this is the only way to go.

But Tianyue's eyes looked at the back of Yun Rong's departure, tightly holding the long sword in her hand, her eyes were full of unwillingness, and finally turned into complete madness...

mortal world.

Holding Xie Jincheng in his arms, he walked all the way, and finally returned to the courtyard where the two souls lived.

But at this time, the people inside are no longer there.

When Xie Jincheng passed through the courtyard, he could still feel the aura of that soul dispersing, as if he saw how Yun Rong was heartbreakingly watching the soul disappearing here, but he was powerless, and his heart ached sharply.

He looked up at Yunrong, his exquisite face was slightly haggard, his eyes were drooping, with fatigue visible to the naked eye, and the look in his eyes was obscure, even he couldn't understand what he was thinking at the moment.

It should be very painful. I thought there was still hope, but I watched hope completely shattered before my eyes again.

He didn't know whether Tianyue's last words fell into Yunrong's heart, but every word fell into his heart.

The soul and obsession of the person Yun Rong wanted to find was completely gone.

He is a fake.

In Yunrong's heart, maybe he thought this way from the beginning to the end, that's why he was so unhappy.

The door was gently pushed open, and Xie Jincheng was carefully carried back to the bed by him, and then he probed his body little by little.

"Is there any injury on your body?"

Xie Jincheng calmed down and said with a smile:

"You protect me completely in your arms, how could you get hurt?"

Yun Rong still seemed worried, and checked his whole body, inside and out, and only after making sure that there was nothing wrong, did he feel relieved.

He withdrew his hand, and as soon as he raised his head, he met Xie Jincheng's black and white pupils, paused, and subconsciously turned his eyes away, not daring to look at him.

After all the memories came back, he clearly remembered how Xie Jincheng was reincarnated over and over again after his death in the first life, and was repeatedly hurt by him who knew nothing about him, but he was still unwilling to give up.

He hated Tianyue, hated him for not keeping his promise and breaking his word.

But he was still ashamed.

At the beginning, Tianyue made a bet with him that as long as he cut out his heart, took away his feelings, and fell in love with Xie Jincheng, he would let them go, otherwise he would return to the God Realm and continue to be his loyal sword spirit.

Obviously he had already won in the previous life, fell in love with Xie Jincheng at the last moment, and gave birth to a heart for him, but after the rebirth, Xie Jincheng was still willing to wait for him, but in the end, Tianyue manipulated him.

Pretending to be Yun Rong hurt Xie Jincheng completely, and cast a two-life curse on him so that he would only be left with evil, and then use this sharp evil to corrupt Yun Rong's heart little by little, until he was completely desperate and asked him to admit defeat willingly.

Then tell him in a dignified way:

Look, love is the most vain thing in this world, what's wrong with being a God who wants nothing?

Yunrong can only be thankful that that soul has become the only light at the end of his despair, and it has become his obsession left behind.

He hugged Xie Jincheng slowly, tightly encircling the lost and found person, his eyes gradually turned red, and the depressive crying fell into Xie Jincheng's ears, but it had a different meaning.

Those hot tears fell on his body, forcing him to scratch his heart and liver.

Xie Jincheng thought helplessly, if you really want him, I will find a way to get him back for you.

So the next day, he barely recovered some of his cultivation, and ran to the place where the soul was scattered, and after a lot of effort, he finally collected all the remaining fragments of the soul, put them together, Be careful in the palm of your hand.

Small is small, but it is still possible to raise it.

So when Yunrong came in from the courtyard, what he saw was his pale face, holding the weak ball, and when he heard the movement, he turned his head, handed over the thing in his hand and coaxed:

"Here, I found it for you."

Yun Rong's throat choked, her body froze slightly, and she didn't move for a while.

Xie Jincheng: "What's wrong?"

Yun Rong walked over quickly, held his hand, and leaned her head on his shoulder.

Xie Jincheng was taken aback.

Yun Rong leaned her head against his ear, couldn't see clearly, said in a hoarse voice: "Xie Jincheng, said you like me."

Xie Jincheng was startled, not knowing what he meant, after recovering, he said with a smile:

"I like you."

In the next second, Yun Rong held his hand, and slowly put the Yi Po that he didn't want him to take away into his body.

Said in his ear:

"What I want is never more than this sentence."