[Staying up late is a bit hurtful, and the four-thousand-word chapter is presented ~ asking for tickets and subscriptions]

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The staggering figure walked all the way through the void.

Yang Jian only noticed at this time that the True Spirit River flowing below this figure was very dim, with only a trace of tiny trickle.

Yang Jian had seen such a situation as the True Spirit River, when Yuan Shi Tianzun took him to swim the True Spirit River, the True Spirit River had been cut off several times - for example, the Taisu Realm was shrouded in darkness, and the True Spirit River also fell into darkness.

This is the case when you go back to 'normal' from a disconnection.

It's just that this place seems to be just a sudden and large-scale annihilation of the true spirit, and it is not completely gone.

Yang Jian looked back, but he couldn't see any magnificent heaven and earth at all, and turned his head to look behind the figure that was staggering and slowly moving forward, but he saw endless darkness.

What does this mean?

Yang Jian didn't know, so he could only wait quietly for the man to come to him, and everything had its own answer at that time.

But the other party walked slower and slower, and the more he walked, the more his figure staggered, and he looked up, and his godless, numb eyes saw Yang Jian, and his steps became even slower.

The two seem to be far away, but the other party walks step by step, and they seem to be under inexplicable pressure if they don't take a step.

Without warning, a blurred black shadow appeared around this person, and this person suddenly burst into attack, the broken blade continued to wave, and the black shadows were split apart, but there were more wounds on his body.

He was more embarrassed, but he walked more determined.

Under his feet, there is a river of true spirits that may break at any time, and he seems to be constantly watching something, constantly waiting for something, and moving forward with the years.

The dark shadow reappeared, this time more and stronger, trapping him for a long time, knocking him down several times, on the verge of collapse several times......

Yang Jian couldn't help but stride forward, but he didn't know when there was an invisible barrier in front of him.

He could only watch, unable to interfere with what had already happened.

What I see now may only be a little broken mark left in the river of true spirits......

Step by step.

More and more battles, more and more scars, and in contrast, the river of true spirit is growing stronger and stronger under his feet.

Yang Jian could only look from afar, and he didn't know when he had forgotten to think, just watched quietly.

Finally, he walked in front of Yang Jian.

It was like climbing a high mountain, and there were corpses under his feet that could not be seen clearly, but the river of true spirits had changed from a stream to a small river, and it seemed that there was a steady stream of true spirits flying out of the dark boundary and merging into it.

He climbed to the top, sat down extremely tired, and sat not far in front of Yang Jian, as if the two of them could touch each other with their fingertips as long as they reached out at the same time.

'Are you my past?'

Yang Jian asked, but there was no sound.

The man sitting at the top was about to drain his blood, and his broken body was slowly disintegrating.

He didn't answer, just looked ahead.

Following his gaze, Yang Jian turned his head to look over, and what he saw was the increasingly vast river of true spirits, and what he saw was the constantly surging and rushing waves.

The man sitting on the mountain of corpses smiled slightly, and finally sighed softly.

Behind him, another distorted black shadow appeared, surging towards him again, but at this time, he just waved the sword shadow in his hand casually, and the black shadow behind him all disintegrated.

It's time for the curtain to end. ’

He muttered softly, as if he was cursing something, and it was these four words that came to Yang Jian's heart.

There was no intonation, no emotion, Yang Jian inexplicably just 'knew', he was talking about these four words at the time.

The True Spirit River suddenly trembled slightly, and a drop of spray flew up, turning into a vague white shadow, and flew to the side of this dying powerhouse.

She put her arms around him, as if she was quietly feeling something.

'Go ahead, don't fall with me.' ’

'I want. ’

But I can't. ’

He suddenly stabbed the knife at the white shadow, and the white shadow's body trembled slightly, still trying to hold him tight, but the figure turned into white light and slowly dissipated.

A true spirit fell back into the river of true spirits, drifting with the tide and gradually drifting away.

With another light sigh, he slowly closed his eyes, the broken knife in his hand turned into ashes and fell, and his body surged with fiery red light, which gradually became richer, turning into a mouthful of unknown 'volcanoes', lying in front of Yang Jian.

Tomb of the saint.

Directly above the 'volcano', a spiritual cloud slowly emerged, and then there was an endless spiritual cloud, covering the existence of the volcano.

It must have been his dream after he was asleep.

Yang Jian watched quietly, and for some reason felt that his nose was a little sour.

Along the way, it's always been a person.

The shadows reappeared, crushing the volcano as if in anger, and rushing towards his body, sitting quietly on the mountain of corpses.

In the spirit cloud, a starlight flickered unusually dazzlingly, flying out like a meteor, penetrating layers of barriers, and falling into the corpse he left behind.

The panic of the black shadows, Yang Jian seemed to remember, so ridiculous.

The already lifeless corpse stood up again, causing the endless spiritual clouds above the saint's tomb to fall, and the stars fell, turning into incomparably dazzling battle armor and piercing on his lifeless corpse.

He swung his blade and swept countless black shadows into the starlight, another great battle.

Yang Jian could only watch from outside the barrier, looking at the battle that should have been shocking, but at the moment it was colorless.

Yang Jian could only see his corpse, looking at the somewhat weak but still firm movements......

Finally, all the black shadows were scattered, and the corpse wrapped in starlight slowly knelt on a taller and wider mountain of corpses with a long sword that he had picked up at some point.

The starlight whispered......

'How can you be allowed to chase after you...... She's in front, they're all in front. ’

The starlight began to dissipate, and the corpses fluttered like ashes.

He looked up at the front, and seemed to be looking at Yang Jian, but he didn't say anything.

The picture gradually dissipated, and a point of light as cyan as a grain of rice slowly flew in, landed on Yang Jian's chest, and slowly melted in.

'Thank you. ’

A strong but indescribable emotion suddenly erupted in his body, Yang Jian couldn't tell what it was, and his legs fell to his knees.

In the spirit platform, two illusory figures faced each other.

One is Yang Jian, Yang Jian's eyes are red at this time, and the other is the figure with a cloaked head, with peace and endless nostalgia in his eyes.

"Are you me?" asked Yang Jian.

He smiled and replied, 'Yes and no, does it matter?'

"It's important, I want to know, if I ever existed, if I existed. ”

You've got the answer. ’

"Who is she? Who is she who are you sending her on?"

"Don't look for her, too many worries, too many things to protect, aren't you tired?"

"Not tired. ”

You still can't change this hypocritical character, I'm just a broken mark, and I don't remember what she looks like. ’

Yang Jian was stunned, and his heart was filled with bitterness.

The figure walked slowly, walked in front of Yang Jian in two steps, turned into a long hair, slowly fell behind Yang Jian's ears, and disappeared.

At the same time, Yang Jian's spiritual platform, the entrance, the blood veins and bones in his body, and the eighty-one Xuan Beads burst out at the same time with an incomparably ancient, incomparably profound, but ethereal Dao rhyme that could not be understood with the way of the present world!

Everywhere in the Chaos Sea, a faint starlight ignored the universe and the years, appeared everywhere in Xuandu City, and gathered towards Yang Jian.

The great array of Xuandu City blocked all visions, but in a short period of time, the city turned into a bright sea of stars.

In Yang Jian's body, it was as if a door that existed in the ethereal was pushed open, and an inexplicable power that was incomparably pure, even purer than the Xuan Qi in his body, flowed out.

Yang Jian's Xuan body suddenly strengthened, and the Xuan Blood and Xuan Bone burst out with dazzling colorful light, but after the colorful light, it turned into a bright red that returned to the basics.

The starlight continued to converge, and Yang Jian's breath slowly climbed......

At this time, it had been a long time since Yang Jian's epiphany retreat, and only the 1,800 Wu clan disciples stayed here.

An inexplicable emotion flowed with the starlight, and many Wu clan disciples stood up one after another.

Finally, the starlight faded, the fog dissipated, and Yang Jian was left alone kneeling beside the stone platform, looking up at the formation dome of Xuandu City blankly.

Guihong.

In the end, what came back was just a wisp of residual thoughts, a little imprint.

Yang Jian slowly closed his eyes, didn't go to enlightenment, didn't think much about anything, just closed his eyes there and was stunned.

I really want to find that white shadow......

He vaguely understood where he came from, but he didn't know how to face his origins.

I don't know how long ago, it should be older than the Taishi era, a strong man walked out of the darkness and fought all the way, as if escorting the true spirit river all the way forward.

Finally, he fell, fell under the siege of those black shadows again and again, and his body turned out of the saint's tomb and released the spirit cloud.

But that should only be his last resort.

In the spirit cloud is a universe, if Yang Jian's expectations are good, that is where he came......

Xuandu strayed into this spiritual cloud, and when he left, he brought out Yang Jian, who should be the broken true spirit of this strong man, because that spiritual cloud was originally nothing, and Xuandu could bring it out, only the true spirit floating in it.

That's Yang Jian, who is confused and doesn't know his past.

Then he lived another life in the flood wilderness, became a dying boy on the earthen kang, and began this life as he knew......

After a while, the strong enemy gathered again and attacked the tomb of the saint to crush the bones of the strong man to ashes, but was killed by the corpse of the strong man and Lingyun.

Originally, if it weren't for the imaginary true spirit brought out by Xuandu's iQue in that dream, this strong man would have been completely wiped out with the final battle.

He has put together his own spirit cloud and everything he has......

The road of heaven and earth, the fugue of Xuandu, is a ray of life for that strong man.

At the end of returning to the Hongjing, Yang Jian traced back to the original restoration, unexpectedly and inevitably attracted the true spirit of the long river, let the long river rush, took him upstream, and before going to the endless darkness, he saw the figure stumbling out of the darkness.

Who was in a past life?

Yang Jian didn't know, didn't know, and didn't want to explore, it was too long.

In his previous life, he said not to look for her, but at the last moment of Angelica Hong, when Yang Jian's true spirit was completely complete, he returned with a strong attachment to the woman in white, a strong reluctance, and an endless debt.

How can you not look for it?

Even if you find her reincarnation, kneel in front of her and cry......

Rumble!

Xuandu City suddenly trembled, dragging the stunned Yang Jian out of that endless thought.

As soon as his mind arose, the situation in various parts of Xuandu City came to mind, and he saw that the incomparably huge Hongmeng giant beast that covered the sky and the sun was constantly impacting the seventh major array of Xuandu City.

Kunpeng!

Outside, there was a battle for days, countless fierce beasts were besieged, and countless masters were attacking the big array of Xuandu City, and every time that giant beast collided, it would make Xuandu City fall into a huge tremor.

The Black Spirit Lord and Kong Xuan kept attacking and killing the Kunpeng Giant Beast, and it was they who delayed the frequency of Kunpeng's impact on the Great Array.

And the Xuandu Archmage was sitting cross-legged on top of the eighth city wall, his face was pale, there was blood on his chest, his breath was trembling and unstable, and there was still an obvious Kunpeng aura on his body.

"Kun, Peng. ”

Yang Jian took a breath slowly, and the tumbling emotions in his heart seemed to have found an outlet.

The dragon spear was in his hand, and he was dragged behind by Yang Jian, and his figure soared into the sky.

An extremely powerful force ignored the barriers of two or three major formations, and swept in all directions like a shock wave, and the Qiankun in all parts of Xuandu City almost completely collapsed in an instant, and the chains of various Dao rules were broken one after another, revealing a layer of deeper void!

"Death!"

A roar, a shot!

The masters who were constantly bombarding the big array outside, the endless creatures who were fighting on the outskirts of Xuandu City, turned their heads to look at Xuandu City at the same time.

They couldn't see much, they only felt that a dazzling ball of light appeared in Xuandu City, and this ball of light strangely appeared in front of Kunpeng's incomparably huge body, colliding fiercely.

The heavens are shaking, and the chaos is boiling!

Kunpeng's huge body in Xuandu City was beaten and flew out directly, forcibly sweeping most of the battle, and the army of chaotic creatures who were fighting with the puppets defending the city suffered countless casualties!

The light and shadow slowly dissipated......

First the long hair that was tied up fluttered in the wind, then the slender figure in the robe, the three-pointed two-edged spear with the tip of the gun pointed obliquely, and the undulating chest.

The indifference of his gaze made many creatures tremble.

On the city wall, the Xuandu Archmage, who was healing, silently covered his forehead and sat there constantly lamenting.

And this one suddenly appeared, and forcibly knocked Kunpeng's figure away, dragging the spear and rushing forward, flying through the endless world in a blink of an eye, and the spear smashed into Kunpeng's head.

The Kunpeng's size shrank suddenly, and he managed to dodge the spear in this way.

In the next moment, Kunpeng's huge body was fixed at a length of thousands of zhang, and an unexpected scene appeared like this......

Kunpeng turned his head and flapped his wings, and a strong storm arose, he directly tore through the void, and his body disappeared directly!

Not to mention others, Yang Jian was stunned, the dignified demon master was so decisive that Yang Jian had no chance to pursue.

At this point, he could only look at the direction of Kunpeng's escape and was speechless for a while, and finally roared halfway, finally venting most of the boredom in his heart.

Turning around, everywhere Yang Jian's eyes could see, there were figures scattered and fleeing.