Immortal and Demon Cultivation

Chapter 542 Separated by a wall

After hearing the leader Yu Jizi explain that the sword spirits of the two divine swords were fighting against each other, all the disciples looked at each other.

Finally, senior brother Gu Jianchi said: "Master, half a year ago, Junior Brother Xiaochuan and Junior Sister Yun Qiyou fought in the Cangyun Trial. They were both divine swords. Why were neither of them controlled by the sword spirit at that time?"

Yu Jizi smiled slightly, this was a great opportunity for these young disciples to increase their experience, so he naturally did not hesitate to teach them.

Said: "This is because of Chunjun. Chunjun is after the top ten divine swords in ancient times, but it is also the most special one. It is the only one among the ten divine swords that is not a blood-refined magic weapon. According to legend, this divine sword The sword is the magic weapon of the human god of war. It has endless fighting spirit. It is very easy to be attracted by sword spirits and weapon spirits that are comparable to its own strength, and then it will attack them involuntarily. However, Xuan Kong Shenni did not expect that Ogawa would. The spiritual power of the Wufeng Sword was by no means weaker than that of Chunjun. Faced with Chunjun's provocation, the Wufeng Sword's sword spirit had no fear and began to fight back, which almost caused a disaster. "

After hearing Yu Jizi's words, all the disciples changed their expressions slightly. They had long known that the edgeless sword in Ye Xiaochuan's hand was powerful, but they never expected that it could be as powerful as Chunjun, one of the top ten magic weapons. situation.

Gu Jianchi asked his master which sword won the battle between the two swords.

Yujizi laughed and said: "Of course Wufeng won, otherwise it would be Xiaochuan who is unconscious at this moment, not Miaohua."

Ye Xiaochuan had just woken up and needed to retreat. He had advanced and had to pass the fifth round tomorrow, so Yu Jizi asked everyone in the room to go back and rest, and not to disturb Ye Xiaochuan's rest.

Soon, the room became empty again. In order to let his senior brother rest, Yang Jiu also took away the chirping Wangcai. Then he blew out the three tallow candles in the room and let the senior brother have a good rest.

How can Ye Xiaochuan feel sleepy?

He lay on the bed, looking at the darkness in front of him, and the song Situ Feng sang when the smoke disappeared came to mind again.

Then he chanted involuntarily.

The edgeless sword can cut through the thoughts of dust, and it can be cut continuously in three lives and seven lifetimes.

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Just after singing a few lines, I suddenly heard a few thumping sounds, and then I heard Yun Qiyou's voice coming from next door.

"Ye Xiaochuan, is he out of his mind?"

Ye Xiaochuan sat up and said, "What did you say? I don't understand."

Yun Qiyou said slowly: "You have deceived everyone, but you can't deceive me. Don't forget, I am also a party to the curse of Wu Feng and Zhan Chen. Alas, I didn't expect Yun Yazi's uncle to break up with them." The man who is superior is actually Senior Situ Feng from six thousand years ago. Has his soul remained in the Wufeng Sword for all these years? "

Ye Xiaochuan was speechless, not knowing what to say.

I originally thought that no one else knew about Situ Feng's soul except myself and Xuan Ying, but I didn't expect that Yun Qiyou would find out in the end.

Yun Qiyou saw that Ye Xiaochuan had not spoken for a long time, so he spoke: "You are very sad about Situ Feng's death, and I am also very sad. Zhan Chen has been in a very sad state for the past two days, and my mood has also been affected. The reason why you have been confused these past two days is actually because Wu Feng's sadness has affected your soul and you cannot help it. It is common sense that the master is dead and the sword is mourning. "

Ye Xiaochuan did not deny it this time and said: "Senior Situ knew that he would disappear soon. He chose the last battle in his life and ended all his stories. I am not sad, I am only happy for him because he When he left, he left with a smile. He was destined to stay at Duantian Cliff. I didn't understand it before, but I finally figured it out. Su Qinglian's body and soul were destroyed, and Situ Feng was the last person left. The remnant soul has not dissipated for six thousand years, because this is the place where his soul returns. Six thousand years is too long. Senior Situ is living in pain every moment, and death is to him. It's a relief."

The tears of Yun Qiyou and Ye Xiaochuan suddenly began to flow uncontrollably at this moment, and they seemed to feel the sadness in each other's hearts.

The two reached out their hands at almost the same time and touched the wall. Their palms almost touched the same position on the wall, rubbing gently as if the wall was the other's cheek, trying to comfort each other.

The crazy man and resentful woman who are destined to be entangled for life, even if they are separated by a wall, they still can't stop the understanding in their hearts.

After a long time, the two people retracted their hands as if they were connected.

Ye Xiaochuan suddenly laughed and said: "When the sun rises tomorrow, I will be the carefree Ye Xiaochuan again. Senior Situ is just a passer-by who is destined to be in my life. He hopes that we can break through Get rid of that damn curse and let us live happily without any tragedy of falling in love or killing each other, so I must be happy, this is his wish."

Yun Qiyou said: "Yes, everything has passed. Our predecessors have sacrificed their lives to open up the path for us. Let's go on and see what the end of this reincarnation of three lives and seven lives, spanning nine thousand and nine hundred years, will be in the end." What is it?”

It was a peaceful night, but how many people could feel the undercurrent of tranquility?

Xuanying's traces were discovered again, but this time the person who discovered her was not the Demon Cult, but a master of the Xuantian Sect.

Two days ago on the Broken Sky Cliff, Xuan Ying didn't want to see Situ Feng in a state of despair, so he left the Broken Sky Cliff and planned to return to Mount Xumi to recuperate for a while.

As a result, in the wilderness about 800 miles away from the Broken Sky Cliff, he was trapped by three masters, the leader of which was Qian Kunzi's junior brother, the thin old man in gray robe.

The other two, an old woman in her sixties or seventies, leaning on a huge dragon-headed cane, bending over and coughing from time to time. It seems that the old woman is old and in poor health.

There is also an old man in a gray robe, but he looks ugly, short, short legs and arms, and has a big belly. He has a childlike face and white hair, and his eyes are as sharp as an eagle. At first glance, he is a master of cultivation.

In this wilderness, the three of them surrounded Xuanying in the middle, and did not speak for a while.

After an unknown amount of time, the grey-robed old man finally spoke, hoarsely: "Senior Xuanying, I have no intention of offending you tonight, but I have something to ask you. Please come to Kunlun Mountain for a chat. I will treat you as a distinguished guest."

Xuanying sneered expressionlessly and said: "Oh, what if I don't go?"

The short grey-robed old man with a childlike face and white hair next to him smiled faintly and said in a voice: "If the senior intends to embarrass the three of us, then we have no choice but to offend him."