Qingyun Disciple

"Boy, you woke up quite early!"

Yun Mo felt that his body seemed to be frozen, and all the joints on his body seemed to be rusted, and even a slight movement would make a toothache sound.

The noisy voices of Zhou Yixian and Xiaohuan who were so close in front of them could not be heard clearly at all.What hovered in my mind was the sound like the lamentation of an old raven and the friction of metal, echoing endlessly.

The voice that used to scold him to wake him up, the voice that used to tear open his heart with blood, he used to think that it was the most authentic voice from his heart!

But this sudden sentence made him shudder, who is it?

His divine sense had already searched his whole body up and down, but he didn't find any alien spiritual sense. This discovery made him feel even more frightened from the bottom of his heart-this can only show that the person in the dark is powerful, far beyond his imagination.

At the same time, he had a strong sense of humiliation of being watched and manipulated by others. He clenched his fists and tried to restrain himself.

Zhou Yixian, who was bickering with Xiaohuan, was taken aback for a moment, and raised his head inexplicably, looking at Yun Mo who was tense all over suddenly with a murderous look, he was a little confused for a while.

It seems that this old guy is really not playing tricks, Yun Mo quietly removed the air lock on Zhou Yixian, and turned to vigilantly inspecting every inch of land in every corner, not daring to relax.

But there was nothing to gain, and the divine thoughts released swept almost every inch of land and every gravel, but it was as if there was no news of a mud cow entering the sea.

The temples that had just been cleaned were sweating quietly again. Yun Mo knew that he had met an extraordinary person this time, and he couldn't even grasp the person's whereabouts.

But the Yun Mo at this moment is different from the Yun Mo before this night. If in the past, his first reaction would have been to "run away"; What's more, the other party showed kindness to him. From this point of view, it seemed that there was no malice. Even if there was malice, Yun Mo couldn't escape.Since the other party took the initiative to make a sound, he would show up again, so it's better to see what he wants to do.

Afraid, not flinching.This is Yun Mo's mentality now.

After a long time, the voice finally sounded again: "That's right, I thought you would be reckless and desperate to find me. If you don't flinch and don't rush forward, I will take a high look at you!"

Yun Mo didn't pick up the conversation, glanced at Zhou Xian who was talking with Xiaohuan at the corpse of the young man in Fenxiang Valley, and asked in a deep voice with his spiritual sense: "Who are you?"

"Who am I? After following you for so long, can't you guess?"

"Follow me for so long?" Yunmo's divine sense expanded to the limit and swept away, and even observed the cautious villagers who were sent to observe the situation after seeing the fire in the village gradually extinguished, but they didn't find it again. Some other figure.

Suddenly, his divine sense swept across something, his heart suddenly lit up like an electric light piercing the night sky, and he blurted out: "Xuan Huo Jian!"

Seeing that the other party did not respond, Yun Mo hurriedly turned around and reached out to touch the Xuan Huo Jian that was still floating in the air.At this moment, his chest suddenly felt cold and painful again, and a feeling of blood loss suddenly hit his heart, and then disappeared suddenly.

Yun Mo hurriedly pulled off the close-fitting soft armor, but found a thin opening on the chest, the edges of the opening were neat and fit together, and there was not a trace of blood.If it weren't for the pain, it would be almost impossible to see a wound here.It was obviously scratched by an extremely sharp object—but with Yun Mo's profound kung fu skills, what kind of magic weapon could leave a scar on his chest without making a sound?

He caressed the wound under his neck in a daze, but Yun Mo's hand accidentally touched a warm object. He twisted it with his hand and looked at it, as if he had been struck again by the Divine Sword Yu Lei Zhen Jue. I froze on the spot.

What he kept repeating in his mind were only three words: "Extreme Immortal Sword...Extreme Immortal Sword...Extreme Immortal Sword!"

The sharp sound like metal rubbing echoed in his heart again, slowly affirming his guess: "The reaction is not slow~"

"Gudong" Yun Mo, who swallowed hard, still felt his mouth was dry, and even the words in his consciousness trembled slightly: "That...you old man, I have been watching it for a long time...heh hehe……"

Ignoring the flattery in Yunmo's incoherent words, the voice in Juexianjian came faintly: "I don't have time to peek at what you are doing, if I was not awakened by the thunderstorm and regained a little strength with the help of thunder, I'm afraid I still can't stand it now." Falling asleep."

sleeping?Yun Mo muttered in his heart thinking of a certain possibility, and continued to speak incoherently: "That really disturbed your old man's rest..." At the same time, he organized his words and asked: "This junior has to do it again. Thank you for your kindness, senior. I just don’t know, what do you call your old man? Please also give me your name so that the junior will remember the kindness of the senior day and night.”

Silent, Yun Mo didn't know if he was too reckless, and hurriedly said in a panic: "Shangqing...that senior leader?"

"I don't have a name." The voice suddenly appeared faintly. Even the sharp and piercing sound of metal friction could hardly conceal a trace of loneliness and... confusion in the words.

"No one has ever asked me what to call me." His voice suddenly became louder: "My only mission is to fight and kill!"

"Uh..." Facing the resentment of the mysterious voice, Yun Mo was a little uncomfortable to intervene, he scratched his head: The situation seems to be different from what he guessed?

"Senior, you are the... sword soul of the Absolute Immortal Sword?" After holding back for a long time, Yun Mo finally carefully chose a more appropriate word.

"The Juexian Sword is me, and I am the Juexianjian." The listless words of the mysterious voice confirmed Yun Mo's guess, and then he seemed to lose interest in speaking, and before Yun Mo could ask a question, he hurriedly put down a sentence and fell into a trap. In silence.

"I remember that they used all their strength to relocate the blessed land of Dongtian to the rear. Near the place where I and... and that person fell, the Tianchi of Queen Mother of the West was moved there. The mud of the pond can heal all kinds of trauma in the world; The strange wind of Fengxi Valley can help you mend the meridians of your whole body."

He no longer cared about inquiring about the gossip about "that person" in Sword Soul's mouth, his heart was filled with the joy of being filled with sudden happiness!

What could be more gratifying than recovering from an injury!Although he has determined his path of pursuing strength countless times in his heart, the injury on his body is a huge obstacle that he cannot ignore or even overcome in a short period of time. He originally wanted to try his luck in southern Xinjiang, but now it seems that there is no need.

After Yun Mo called the Juexian Sword Soul a few times without getting a response, he was in a good mood and no longer entangled in the unanswered questions in his heart, he clenched his right fist tightly and raised it in the air.

A new life is just beginning!

"Xiaohuan, what are you going to do!" Before he could maintain his domineering and cool look for a second, he only heard Zhou Yixian's anxious shout behind him.

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