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Chapter 249 I Love Xueyang
Consciousness enters the entrance, the entrance is still vast, the wind and the moon are intertwined, and the soul-calling flag is indifferent and heavy.

Other than that, I see nothing.

My heart is getting colder and colder.

Although I also thought that this situation would happen, when I actually faced it, the sadness still made me breathless.

I couldn't breathe, and looked around for Jiang Xueyang with my eyes wide open.

Going to Qiongbi and down to Huangquan, there is nowhere to be seen.

Consciousness does not shed tears, I can only endure the great grief, and search for her figure all over the porch.

This is something I never want to face, and I know that even if I spend my whole life building up the courage, if I don't see her, I still can't stand it.

Bits and pieces of the past flooded into my mind.

When I saw her for the first time, she was like a fairy in the eyes of the world.

At that time, I was being chased by Yin soldiers, and the first thing she said to me was: "Don't be afraid, you are watching from behind me, and I will send them away."

Don't be afraid, I will really not be afraid in the future.

Pray for the blessing of her statement of Quanzhen teaching the world to walk, and live under her wings.

Quanzhen studied Taoism for two years, respected her as a teacher, and got along with her as before.During the period, I also relied on my youthful vigor and fantasized countless times.
I was also secretly ashamed, I shouldn't have such thoughts about Master.

She took care of me in every possible way, and brought me step by step to the path of the Patriarch of Demon Dao.It was she who gave me the courage to face my destiny.

It's not Jiang Xueyang, the seven kills are worthless to me.

Kongming Mountain, when the news of my death came out, I only cared about whether Yuhua was heartbroken for me, but never thought that she would miss me when I was not under Yuhua.

She retreated for three years, and did not know how many steps were banned.

My name was engraved on it, and I didn't know how sad it was when I carved it stroke by stroke.

However, she never said it.

Only allow her to love me, not allow me to love her.

Taiyin Mountain, she said that the greatest wish in this life is to see me and Yuhua grow old.

Forbearance to the bone.

Wisdom will be hurt, and deep love will not last.

"Xueyang, you told me not to be afraid, so I didn't have to be afraid anymore, and walked on bravely."

"To this day, I have never regretted it."

"Now, I regret it."

"There are six words in life, don't be afraid, don't regret."

"You only said three..."

I was talking to myself, at a loss as to where to find her.Eventually I stopped, overwhelmed, and burst into tears...

When I was crying, the shadow of the moon was whirling in the porch, and the wind of recovery was blowing gently, trying to blow away the sadness for me, but in the end it was just a sigh.

"Xie Lan..."

Suddenly, I heard someone calling my name from the wind, the voice was so familiar.

I immediately became alert and looked around for the source of the sound.

But apart from the wind and the moon, I saw nothing.

"Xueyang, is that you? Where are you?" I called her name loudly.

"Xie Lan..."

"Where are you, Xueyang, I miss you so much, miss you so much."

"Fool, I've been in the porch all this time. It's because you don't have the courage to come to me..." Jiang Xueyang said quietly.

"I have the courage now, can you come out and meet me?" I asked.

"No."

"why?"

"My spiritual thoughts can't be gathered, I can only talk to you, not manifest."

"Do you know what I mean now?" After asking, I nervously waited for her answer.

She didn't respond for a long time, and finally sighed and said: "Actually, I knew your heart a long time ago, far earlier than you knew it yourself."

"Then why didn't you tell me?"

"I was born lonely, so what's the difference if I say it or not? Xie Lan, as long as you can be happy, that's my greatest wish."

"Xueyang, it's different now. I don't want you to be my master anymore. I want to reunite the God of Knowledge for you. I want you to be with us forever, just like the three stars that kill the wolf, and never separate."

"It's very difficult to reunite the God of Consciousness for me. I will have the opportunity to wait for you after the Heavenly Venerable. Let's not talk about this, I can sense that you have encountered a problem, so let's talk about your problem."

Jiang Xueyang didn't give me an affirmative answer, but just asked me a question.But since she said that I have to wait for me to prove the Heavenly Venerable before I have a chance to reunite her with the God of Consciousness, then I can wait with peace of mind.

Next, I told her about the trip to the ruins and the hero's sword.

"Xie Lan, the Hero's Sword is indeed an opportunity left to you by the Patriarch of the Demon Dao." Jiang Xueyang said.

"I know, but I can't pull out the hero's sword just by me and Yanhua." I said.

"The hero's sword needs to use the help of killing wolves in three directions and four righteousness. After you realize your consciousness, let go of Shenting, and I will help you with the fate of greedy wolves. Go, time is very dangerous."

"it is good."

……

After returning to the physical body, he was immediately cursed by the will of the fierce soul of the ancient battlefield of all races, and he was in agony.

I opened my eyes, just in time to meet Shang Yanhua's eyes looking at me, I nodded to her, and began to focus on letting go of the Shenting acupoint.

At this time, not only the curse power of the will of the fierce souls became stronger and stronger, but also those dark bodies of the murderous souls also climbed up to the high ground of death densely, getting closer and closer to us.

Human and immortal people are afraid of the safety of men, but under the watchful eye of the Xingtian Clan female generals, they dare not come over and do anything to us.

Maybe they can kill the Xingtian Clan female warrior together, but once they destroy my drawing the hero's sword, the next thing I have to face is to be hunted down endlessly by Yuhua.

Yuhua can become a god at any time, and the ancient battlefield of ten thousand beasts is the most suitable battlefield for her.

Fate is the same as Qi, which only exists in the dark, invisible and imperceptible.I don't know how Jiang Xueyang will help us use the power of the horoscope, until Yanhua's expression froze, and the blue flames in his eyes jumped violently.

"She's here." Yanhua sent me a voice transmission with spiritual thoughts.

"where is it?"

"It's right above my hand, Xie Lan. The hands of the three of us are holding everything now. You are ready to draw your sword."

"Ah."

I nodded and took a deep breath, feeling a vast and endless power awakening from the depths of my soul.

I have experienced this feeling once. When we broke the four evil guards in Taiyin Mountain, we used the power of killing the wolf's three sides and four uprights. The feeling at that time was the same as now.

There is no turning back, as long as the three of us work together to do the same thing, we will surely succeed.

Although the fierce soul here is strong, with the endless coercion of the god of death, no one can forcibly interrupt the power of the fate chart.

Click, a crisp sound.

Unobservable.

Then the crisp sound sounded again, and the sound of bone cracking was as dense as rain like popping beans.

The Death Heights began to tremble violently.

Those fierce souls who were still trying to climb up stopped at the same time, and then showed endless resentment.

Not only them, but at this moment, the sparkling white bones piled up on the Death Heights also struggled to stand up from the ground.

Looking at the peak of Death Heights in confusion, the confusion soon turned into rage, and the rage was unstoppable.

The vicious souls and mutated skeletons began to climb up crazily, trying to interrupt my spellcasting.

It's a pity that the Shapolang Fate Disk has already been activated.

It became an irreversible and unstoppable thing that I pulled out the sword of the hero.

One inch, two inches...

While bearing their endless anger and curse, I drew the sword of the hero.

The whole body of this sword is as blue as the sky and the ocean, and it is engraved with runes of three colors, gold, black, and blue.

Gold represents the ancient gods, and at the same time represents the sword.

Black represents the ancient demon world, and at the same time represents the magic sword.

Blue represents the ancient underworld, and also represents the ghost sword.

The golden runes are full of sacred peace, the black runes are full of mad greed, and the blue runes are full of endless death.

The moment I pulled it all out, I immediately knew the origin of the sword.

This sword is the sword of heaven, the battle sword used by heaven and ancient gods and demons.

Unfortunately, this is a broken sword.

Only two-thirds of the sword body remained, and one-third of the sword tip was already incomplete.

If it weren't for the broken sword, I don't think Tiandao would abandon it.

I suddenly figured out one thing. The reason why the bones on the Death Heights could not get rid of their resentment was probably not because they were killed after getting the Hero Sword, but because no one had ever pulled out the Hero Sword.

This is where their real resentment lies.

Because if someone pulls it out, they'll realize it's a hoax.

Tiandao used a broken sword to carry hope and curse, and deceived the entire Guixu Primordial World, but no one has ever uncovered it, and this deception has never been broken.

Sure enough, after the broken sword was pulled out, all the vicious souls and bones in the oven abyss stopped moving.

Then, resentment broke out, almost tearing the sky apart.

The person they cursed originally was me, but now it is Heaven!
(End of this chapter)