PFC Chapter 453 Never mention the sword again
Chapter 453 Never mention the sword again
After dodging countless moves, Xiu Yuan became very angry: "I really underestimated you before, but I didn't expect that your character is not so weak and incompetent on the surface. Once the fighting spirit in your heart is born, you can be so stubborn and unyielding.
It's a pity that you are no match for me. Since you want to die, then I will let you get your wish! "
Xiuyuan started to fight back.
The supreme beings of the two realms actually fought in the small cave of Tianhua Umbrella.
Zixi held an umbrella and glanced at the soldiers from both realms: "Do you also want to go to Xiaodongtian to fight for three hundred years?"
With one sentence, everyone present immediately shook their heads.
"Then it's still not over. Are you waiting for me to send you away?"
"昘"
"欻欻"
In the blink of an eye, the people in both the immortal and demon worlds disappeared.
Zixi didn't care where they went, she turned around and saw that the red maple skirt was long and gorgeous, lingering on the ground like a fiery red maple leaf.
She looked at the Kong Zun sacred tree at the end of the Shinto. The sacred tree had grown to its largest and highest position and was slowly tilting toward the ground. With a slight tap of her fingertips, the sacred tree fell faster.
Between heaven and earth, fresh life is being born continuously, and new worlds are rapidly condensing.
Inside the small building on stilts
Yan Zhong and other five people knelt in a row, Yan Tong's eyes were red.
"I will be promoted as a master soon. After the snowy land, I will leave it to you, boss!"
Yan Zhong said in a thick nasal voice: "Master, this disciple will definitely live up to Master's expectations!"
Yan Mo sighed: "I originally wanted to stay for a few more years, but I calculated too carefully thirty thousand years ago, and there was no room for maneuver at all..."
Yan Zhong was puzzled, Yan Xiu was deep in thought, Yan Tong cried, Yan Yang's mouth drooped, Yan Dan said: "Master, you will come back to see us after you ascend, right?"
Yan Yang: "Master, if you don't come to see us, you will protect us in the divine realm, right?"
Yan Tong: "Master, although I am very reluctant to part with you, after you ascend, I will tell you everywhere that my master belongs to Yanmo God!"
Yanxiu: "disciple"
The smile on the corner of Yan Mo's mouth suddenly stopped, and he raised his eyes and looked into the distance: "Second brother, please stop talking. This guy Xiao Qi has to speed up the master. She really hopes that the master will leave. I stopped at the beginning." When she was young, she really never thought that she would be sent away by her own disciples..."
At that time, he didn't wake up any memories. He really just thought of Aluo as his mother, and by raising him, he actually raised his own past and present lives.
So he said that Bai Yuan in his previous life really did not miss a single step.
But the strange thing is that he knew that there was Zi Xi outside Bai Yuan's heart, but he was so excited that he didn't rush to her immediately to express his love or anything.
Maybe, after all, he is just a wisp of Bai Yuan's soul, not just Bai Yuan himself.
"Master, are you talking about Xiao Qi? Junior sister wants to send you away, Master?"
how can that be possible?
Master, my junior sister and fifth junior brother are still in the secret realm, what should I do? "
Yan Tong wiped her tears. Although Jin Tonghe was dead and everyone stopped destroying the secret realm, the teleportation array in the secret realm was destroyed. Junior sister Wan He went to get the soul lock, and fifth junior brother Yan Yi followed to protect it. Until now, it has not When I came out, I wondered if I couldn't find the teleportation bead.
The master is about to ascend, and these two people haven't shown up yet, which really makes her anxious to death.
A green light flashed in the sky, a gust of wind blew up in the corridor, and suddenly a sword appeared in the room, hanging beside Yan Mo.
Everyone stared.
"This is? Qinghong Sword?" Yan Zhong asked.
Yan Xiu nodded: "It's the Qinghong Sword, but why did it suddenly appear in front of Master?"
"You guys go out first!" Yan Mo said calmly.
Yan Zhong and others turned around and left the room with doubtful eyes.
Yanmo frowned, and the golden light around him became brighter and brighter, almost making it difficult to open one's eyes.
"What's the use of you looking for me?
In this life, I am a music cultivator, and I will never mention the sword again!"
Qinghong made a buzzing sound: "Master, hold me in your hands and feel what happened back then!"
Yan Mo paused, this voice...
"Little five?"
"Yes, Master..."
Yan Mo sighed: "You are finally united..."
How could Xiaowu give up?
How could he let go of the Kunlun Snow Region, how could he let go of his fellow disciples, how could he let go of his master, and most importantly, how could he let go of his little junior sister?
However, this is the path that must be taken. Everyone is walking the course that they should complete in the script designed by Bai Yuan.
He just empathized with Yan Yi's feelings at this moment.
But it doesn't matter. Over the years, he has never been too attached to anything or anyone. The strongest emotion was when Ah Luo died three hundred years ago.
Or because he discovered that Song Zhi had used his identity and face to deceive A Luo, his guilt and pain for A Luo were intertwined into two strong words.
Indeed, from the beginning to the end, Yan Mo never talked about love and love lightly. Even after understanding A Luo's intentions, he only briefly thought about this aspect.
Except for A-Luo, other women have no feelings at all, so his indifference to A-Luo is the only thing he has been passionate about in the past three hundred years, right?
Although it is shallow, it is also the only one.
But he still refused to hold the Qinghong Sword, because of the resistance deep in his soul.
"Master, you must hold me, I have your things here..."
Yan Mo Bu Zhao: "Where do you have the things that I have as my teacher?"
"Yes!"
"I don't need anything as a teacher. Since I've given it to you, it's yours!"
Yan Yi paused for a long time and then said, "What if it's Qingsi?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he appeared.
Wearing a green shirt, the whole body exudes an ancient and fierce aura, which is the unique sense of heritage of Qinghong's ancient magic weapon.
Yan Mo smiled: "Why did you change your clothes?
Green doesn’t look good? "
Yan Yi: "It looks good... but cyan is the disciple's original color!"
Yan Mo nodded and looked at him more carefully.
"Qingsi? Where is my Qingsi?"
Yan Yi raised his hand and the picture flashed.
Bai Yuan personally peeled off the love thread from his heart, buried it with Qinghong with the blood, and sank to the bottom of the sea.
A Qinghong Sword contains the soul of Zi Xi, the love of Bai Yuan, and the blood of the two of them.
Three hundred years ago, its sword spirit was finally restored and transformed into a human form, and its soul was separated from Zixi's. Zixi was reincarnated as the demon princess Aluo, and the sword spirit Qinghong became the young master of Liubo.
Yan Mo knew everything that happened after that.
"You want to be a teacher and take away your love?"
Yan Yi raised his eyes: "This original belongs to you, Master!"
He replaced "master" with master.
Yan Mo: "But my master is not your master now!"
Yan Yi knelt down and said: "Master, I can no longer have the love of the God of War. I am a sword spirit. I should be ruthless in love and have no emotions or desires!"
"Do you think my love is dragging you down?"