A lightning-like aura flashed in the black and gray mist that spread for millions of miles, and it traveled thousands of miles in the blink of an eye. The aura suddenly slanted downward, rushing towards the reckless mountains around the Lianyun Grottoes, and landed on the top of a barren mountain, stirring up dust, gravel, and broken rotting leaves.

The aura dissipated, revealing a woman. The woman was quite beautiful, and the corners of her eyes were raised a little proudly, giving people a sense of unattainable, but there was a smile on her face that made people want to be close, and at first glance people felt that she was easy to get along with. The two feelings were in conflict with each other, and they should have been very contradictory, but in her they were perfectly communed, and it was very clear that she was arrogant, but very easy to get along with, and there was not the slightest sense of disobedience.

This is a beautiful woman who is just right.

She frowned slightly, as if she was looking for something. If there were monks here, and if they cultivated enough, they would find that there was a wave around the woman's body that was imperceptible to the naked eye, surpassing a radius of dozens of miles, and still continuing to spread outward.

This distance is already the limit of Su Fu, but for this woman, it seems that it has just begun.

Speaking of which, it has to be mentioned that although the monk's spiritual sense is wonderful, it is not omnipotent. For example, Su Fu, although his spiritual sense can be extended to dozens of miles away, if someone dozens of miles away deliberately hides his aura, he can still avoid his detection.

In fact, it is said that there are a thousand ways and ten thousand, except for specific exercises like "Micro Smoke Washing the Heart and Dust", which can perfectly hide the traces, whether or not the traces can be found still depends on cultivation.

A pure yang power deliberately hides his aura, then even the ten great masters will not be able to detect his existence, this is the gap.

The woman's spiritual sense expanded outward for nearly a hundred miles, and suddenly, her almost inaudible eyebrows rose high, like arrows on a string, with an incomparable look.

Her figure was like a frightening flight through the void, and she flew through it, and in a short time she came to a secluded valley a hundred miles away.

On a withered pine tree on the cliff face of the valley, to be exact.

Although withered, the branches of the pine tree still had the feeling of obscuring the sky.

The woman landed on one of the tree trunks and smiled happily at the white-haired man sitting against the stone wall.

"Xiao Wuji, do you think you can escape the palm of my Yunxiang's hand? There is no one in this world that I can't find!" the woman was overjoyed and walked over to the man.

She is naturally Yunxiang, the true disciple of Taiyi Holy Land, with one hand of spiritual knowledge and divine knowledge, and she is the only one in the world.

The white-haired man is naturally Xiao Wuji, who has been praised all over the world and is known as the sword god.

Compared with two years ago, his slightly dark face was gone, replaced by a bloodless paleness, his originally thick and kind face had become thin, dull and tasteless, but very pathetic, and his long snow-white hair was casually draped, looking a little more bleak.

The flying sword was naturally placed on his knees, and as Yun Xiang approached, his hand slowly rested on the hilt.

Yun Xiang involuntarily stopped, his joy was stagnant, replaced by annoyance, and said with a round glare: "Do you dare not be so unkind, am I a monster or a poison?"

Xiao Wuji didn't speak.

At this time, a cold wind blew, and the unbound snow hair was lifted, like patches of snowflakes dancing.

Yun Xiang's annoyance was blown clean by this wind, and in her eyes, every snow-white hair was like a white butterfly flying in the night, looming, like the sudden joy and sadness in her heart.

"Are you okay?" the woman, who was already sentimental, suddenly welled up with infinite pity in her heart, "Everyone will do things that seem good or really good, and I think you are no exception. I don't think what you do is meaningless, on the contrary, it is most meaningful to do what you think is right. ”

"So, would you like to hear what I think is meaningful?"

Xiao Wuji was unmoved.

Yun Xiang was a little angry again, but seeing his white hair touched the soft place in her heart again: "That year, you and your sword broke into my world and lingered. On that day, you decided to leave, leaving me alone to face loneliness. I don't hate you because I thought I had never loved you at all, and I tried to change my mind......"

At this point, she suddenly glanced up at the top of the cliff, where a person stood at some point: "But I found that it was not easy. ”

She lowered her head again, her beautiful eyes were tender like water: "At that time, I thought I was a person who couldn't love people at all. After 150 years of retreat, I thought I had broken my mind, but I saw you......"

"Xiao Wuji is here, Xiao Wuji is here, hahaha......" At this moment, a ghost general suddenly broke in from outside the valley, pointing to the cliff and jumping and shouting excitedly.

Xiao Wuji's eyes didn't open, he just raised his sword finger, and the flying sword shuttled through the void at a speed that was difficult to catch with the naked eye, and shaved off the head of the ghost general with a "snort".

The ghost pressed its head to the ground, its eyes still wide, and its headless shell writhed violently like a snake with its head cut off.

After a few moments, his eyes faded and the struggle subsided.

"Damn stinky mess, you dare to spoil the good deeds of the old lady!" Yun Xiang raised his hand angrily and emitted a cold light.

The cold light submerged into the remains of the ghost general, and suddenly melted and decomposed along with the corpse of the head band, decomposing into a thick turbid gas that dissipated in all directions.

The flying sword returned to Xiao Wuji's lap, and Xiao Wuji's hand was also resting on the hilt of the sword, and he never said a word from beginning to end.

Yun Xiang's eyes were resentful: "You have become like this, and you are still thinking about Jian Zhai, don't I have any place in your heart?"

Xiao Wuji was unmoved.

Yun Xiang continued unwillingly: "You can't occasionally abandon Jian Zhai, live for yourself for a while, and take a serious look at me,"

Xiao Wuji was unmoved.

Yun Xiangbei gritted his teeth slightly, and blurted out desperately: "Have you forgotten what I said, if you bear me, I will kill all your fellow disciples, and I want you to live forever with the pain of devouring your heart......

Xiao Wuji's wrist suddenly trembled.

The eyes of the people on the top of the cliff were cold, and they took a step into the void, and in an instant they came behind Yun Xiang, staring at Xiao Wuji coldly.

The flying sword didn't move after all, not because he was afraid, Xiao Wuji thought it was necessary for him to speak.

He slowly opened his eyes, and his voice was as cold as ever: "You lied to me first. I'm in the same door, but there is a damage, and the Taiyi Holy Land will be extinct!"

"Why waste time with him!" said the person who fell from the top of the cliff said coldly, and whispered to Yun Xiang, "I'll draw his soul and refine it into a magic weapon, and live forever with ......."

"Cousin, how are you doing?"