"Yes. I investigated Wanli and him and found some inside information. Speaking of which, this also had a lot to do with Wei Ziyou's destruction of treasures in public. That year, Wei Ziyou's reputation has increased to the next level."

"The righteous path is honorable, and the evil path can hate him to the core. Before this, he had fought against many evil paths, and the evil path he had defeated was not only humans, demons, demons, ghosts... Wei Ziyou was praised by the righteous path, and the evil path wanted to throw him miserably. What's more, when he reached a certain level of strength, even the righteous path would fear him."

The Ghost Lord turned his head and looked at the little Taoist priest.

The murderous aura in the Duanxiao destroyed his favorite robe, which made him very angry. However, through this murderous aura, he saw every bit of Wanli and Wei Ziyou's relationship in the past. He seemed to understand why Wei Ziyou, a human, could make Wanli follow him wholeheartedly.

We walked hand in hand around the country, experienced thousands of scenery together, and experienced thousands of scenery one by one, one by one, one by one, and one by one, and one by one, and one by one, and one by one, and one by one, and one by one, and one by one, and one by one, and one by one, and one by one, there is no place for others in our hearts in our eyes?

Su Qingwan's voice came from a distance: "The righteous man... plotted against Wei Ziyou? But Wei Ziyou has no interest in them."

"The destruction of treasure in the East China Sea Fairy Palace pushed Wei Ziyou to the forefront. Compared with the straightforward methods of demons, human jealousy is terrible."

The conversation between the two gradually disappeared.

Inside the room, the Ghost Lord chewed Yin Jiu's words repeatedly.

The little Taoist priest suddenly clenched the broken flute and frowned.

The broken scene was reshaped in his mind, and the memories of the return were merged into his body one by one, and the memories were returned, bringing a burst of stinging pain. And the stinging pain was faintly revealed.

A strong murderous aura broke through the air. He opened his eyes immediately and saw an arrow attacking from a distance. Without thinking, he hugged the waist of the person beside him and hid aside. The arrow was nailed to the wall, and the wall suddenly cracked.

He looked at Wanli in his arms with lingering fear. After confirming that she was not hurt, he picked her up and walked out of bed, putting his coat on her.

Wanli raised her head and comforted him softly, but her trembling fingertips exposed her anxiety. She was not good at hiding emotions.

She is scared!

Wei Ziyou clenched his fists quietly. How many times have they encountered assassination since he left the East China Sea Fairy Palace? If he was still alone as before, he would not be afraid of death, but now he has concerns.

Once he has no protection, Wanli...

Wei Ziyou pondered for a moment, pulled Wanli and prepared to leave: "Let's go."

However, the evil spirit outside has quietly surrounded the entire inn and is gradually spreading into the inn.

Ordinary people cannot detect the changes in the outside world, and still eat, drink, joke and play in the inn, but they do not know that danger has arrived.

Wei Ziyou had no intention of implicating innocent people. He looked forward with firm eyes and then he was unsheathed. His long sword pointed directly at the road toward his journey, and the evil spirits avoided him one after another. Wei Ziyou never let go of Wanli's hand from beginning to end. The sword was for the people, and he should also come out for her.

If you want to kill me, you can! If you have the ability, come and kill me!

Wei Ziyou is full of righteousness, but is not merciful.

From the moment he entered the Tao with his sword, he had the awareness of killing and stopping killing. If he could save sentient beings by reasoning, how could there be many sufferings in the world?

Du Sheng Jian felt the master's mood leap, and in an instant, the sword light increased greatly. Under the sword light, the evil aura surrounding the inn screamed and retreated.

The little Taoist priest stood at the entrance of the stairs with his sword, and he lowered his eyes and muttered to himself: "So... is this Wei Ziyou's Taoist heart?"

The heart of Tao is pure and no one can shake it at all.

At this time, people screamed around.

"Look at it!"

"Is that the Sword of Du Sheng?"

"Yes, yes, it's the Dusheng Sword. My mother, I can actually see the Dusheng Sword here..."

"Then that boy is..."

"It's Sword Saint Wei Ziyou!"

The little Taoist priest looked around and saw surprise, joy, admiration on the faces of the people around him... all kinds of excited expressions appeared because of him.

His hand holding the sword tighter and tighter, and people's praise came one after another in his ears, telling his past glory. But he remembered more.

At that time, he was walking forward in the streets and alleys, and met thousands of people, but no one knew that he was the immortal master.

He wanted to stop and rest and live in seclusion in a beautiful place with beautiful mountains and rivers, but he had to climb the Immortal Mountain Yuxu.

Sometimes he has a whim and wants to make a fool of himself, but unfortunately no one believes him.

The years have changed, and the era of Wei Ziyou has long passed.

But he still carries Wei Ziyou's memory, and goes around in circles and cannot get out of the cycle of reincarnation. The former spirit has long been worn out by time, and he gradually begins to be unable to immerse himself in those memories.

So he began to resent the injustice of fate, and he also hated Wei Ziyou, who made fate so unfair. He began to live a daze, give up his pride, and bury the memories related to Wei Ziyou. He wanted to embark on a new life, and let the past go with the wind.

In the end, he chose to climb Yuxu Mountain.

He followed his true heart.

After all, he is Wei Ziyou.

The feeling that would not disappear even if it was deliberately forgotten was imprinted in his soul. At this moment, it was like a beast coming out of the cage.

"Wei Ziyou? Wei Ziyou!" Wanli called him timidly.

This voice immediately made Wei Ziyou come back to his senses.

Wei Ziyou lowered his head and patted the back of the beautiful little girl beside him. The hair in front of him fell on Wanli's shoulders. His eyes and tone softened: "Wanli, I need to leave for a while to do something."

"What are you going to do? I want to go too!" Wanli became anxious when she heard this. She held Wei Ziyou's arm, why did she leave her behind?

Wei Ziyou refused her firmly: "Wanli, be obedient. You can go to the top of Yaoshan to wait. At most half a month, I will definitely pick you up."

"You..." Wanli's eyes were filled with tears, and she still begged unwillingly, "How can I let you go alone? There are so many bad people chasing you. Although I can't do anything well, I can do some magic..."

I want to protect you, not just be protected by you.

Wei Ziyou understood Wanli’s implication. He sighed and hugged the little girl who was about to cry into his arms, and said to the stunned little girl: “I swear I won’t leave you. In half a month, I will definitely pick you up.”

Wanli knew that Wei Ziyou would not lie, and she knew that she was powerless to refute Wei Ziyou's thoughts. She just covered her crying with her long hair, tried to restrain her crying voice, and emphasized word by word: "I'll go and wait for you, don't forget to pick me up."

Wei Ziyou said solemnly: "I will remember it."

He and Wanli parted here, and then the picture was turned around.

Yaoshan is covered with wind and snow, and a towering palace built in the sky.

Suddenly, fires burst into full bloom in the palace, accompanied by gloomy wails, and the blood-stained Du Sheng sword left a scratch on the steps.

Wei Ziyou was walking alone in the palace. He suddenly stopped. Dozens of white-clothed men broke out from behind him, and their long sword pointed at Wei Ziyou at the same time.

There are no friends here but only enemies.

Wei Zi was swimming.

Du Sheng's sword was swung in his hand, causing blood to splatter, and a sword sealed his throat.

Su Qingwan and Yin Jiu came back from outside. When she saw that the little Taoist priest had not woken up, she unconsciously kept emitting murderous aura.

Su Qingwan asked, "He won't be in trouble, right?"

Yin Jiu handed the cakes he bought to Guijun, leaned over and took a look, and said calmly: "There is no problem. They are all normal. When he succeeded in the soul fusion this time, he thought Wei Ziyou would wake up."

Su Qingwan knew it: "It seems that this is a very important memory."

"Because that is something that will be unforgettable to him and Wanli forever." The Ghost Lord rarely took the initiative to mention topics related to Wei Ziyou and Wanli.

Su Qingwan was quite surprised.

The Ghost Lord said to himself: "There is a dangerous place on the top of Yaoshan Mountain that is extremely dangerous and dangerous. Humans specially established the Taoist temple sect in Yaoshan according to the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams to suppress the evil spirits on it. However, this place is not easy to be discovered. After Wei Ziyou and Wanli were divided into two groups, they began to fight back, with a sword of crossing the enemy's hinterland."

"Then he came to Yaoshan and encountered the pursuit of people here. He was still hesitating whether to use the power of the evil land to kill the enemy. In this way, he simply destroyed a sect and led the enemy into the evil land. Using an inconspicuous jade flute as the eye of the formation, he used the power of the evil land to set up a killing formation."

The ultimate killing formation, the evil land assists the power, and the evil spirit is the auxiliary.

The sound of the flute came, and then the sword flew into the air.

Wanli hid in Yaoshan early and waited for Wei Ziyou, waving her fingers and counting the days. At the agreed time, she could no longer help. She was about to run down the mountain to find Wei Ziyou, but she saw that somewhere on the top of Yaoshan was shrouded in black fog.

Wanli was born in the chaotic void, so she could immediately sense the changes in the spiritual energy between the heaven and earth. With just one glance, she noticed the evil spirit and chaotic spiritual energy that were raging in the black fog, and a chill came all over her body.

How many demons and monsters do we need to gather to cause changes in the spiritual energy between heaven and earth?

Wanli doesn't want to explore the answer to this question.

What she is most concerned about now is where Wei Ziyou is going. She is confident for no reason that this abnormal movement has a great relationship with Wei Ziyou.

The black fog became thicker and the evil energy gathered more and more. From a distance, it seemed that the world was swallowed by darkness. Wanli was extremely worried, but her cultivation was not high, so she would add a burden to Wei Ziyou if she went there.

What's more, the evil spirit is so powerful that she is a tree demon and her spiritual body is pure. Once touched, she will be immediately eroded by the evil spirit.

She is not stupid, she has self-knowledge.

Wei Ziyou should be safe for the time being, at least the evil spirit has not retreated.

Wanli wandered in the spot anxiously, her eyes kept on the dense black fog for a moment. Suddenly, countless sword lights radiated from the black fog.

The most powerful part of the light is that the thorns cannot open their eyes.

Wanli endured the pain and finally saw the shadow of the sword.

"Wei Ziyou!"

Wanli called out at the top of her throat, allowing the cold wind to blow her voice away.

The sudden call sounded from the top of Yaoshan and echoed in every corner. Wei Ziyou instantly captured the source of the sound, and the Dusheng Sword in his hand cut off the black fog obstruction with the momentum of thunder, guiding him in the direction.

The blood drops on Wei Ziyou's body fell before Wanli one step earlier than him. Wanli looked at the familiar figure with blood falling from the sky. In desperation, she turned into a true form and grew rapidly. The branches woven into a net. The moment she contacted Wei Ziyou, she immediately turned into a human form.

Wei Ziyou pressed Wanli into the snow.

Wanli raised her hand and held him by the waist, helping him up and half hugged him in her arms. Looking at her unconscious lover, she felt very distressed: "Wei Ziyou, Wei Ziyou?"

However, the evil spirit had already roared and chased after him. Wanli could feel that not only the top of Yaoshan, but also the larger evil spirit was coming from all directions. Wanli made a fuss, and she helped Wei Ziyou up, turned the peach branch into a soft silk, and wrapped the two tightly together.

She took the Dusheng Sword from Wei Ziyou's hand.

But she didn't get the chance to swing her sword in the end.

Someone held her right hand holding the sword from the side: "Leave the killing to me."

Wanli looked sideways in a hurry.

Wei Ziyou woke up.

Wanli's nose was sour, and tears flowed silently, and joy was greater than sorrow.

It is not the time to comfort people and express the separation between us. Wei Ziyou looked at the evil spirit in the distance: "Have I finished what I told you?"

Wanli nodded and took out a seven-stringed lyre from the snow beside her.

This piano is famous for Yusheng.

Wei Ziyou asked Wanli to bring the piano, and until now, Wanli returned the zither object to the original owner. A jade flute appeared in Wei Ziyou's hand. He raised his hand and placed the jade flute on the jade-sheng zither. In an instant, the two merged into one.

Wei Ziyou closed his eyes, his sharp eyes were covered. He adjusted his mood and prepared for many days, and it was finally time to break.

Wanli looked at Wei Ziyou who was motionless, and then looked up at the evil spirit that was getting closer and closer to the top of the mountain. The evil spirit from afar had reached the foot of the mountain.

Just when Wanli was restless, Wei Ziyou opened her eyes.

The sound of a flute with a strong killing intention rang out.

The sound of the flute is close to your ears, and it seems to be far away from the world.

A grin came from the black fog, and there was no obstacle.

How could it be useless?

Seeing this, Wanli made up her mind and stood in front of Wei Ziyou.

The sound of the flute suddenly became rapid, and the chaotic spiritual power between heaven and earth suddenly gathered here as if it was guided, like a stream, condensed into a vast ocean.

The monsters living in Yaoshan all looked up at the top of the mountain.

The thunder sounds rolling in the sky, from far to near, it is the thunder!

Could it be that there is a big man who has overcome the disaster here?

The Taoist temple sects on Yaoshan began to collapse. The suppressed evil spirit broke through the ban. Before they could do anything evil, they were purified by the huge spiritual energy. The Dusheng Sword transformed into a huge phantom, and Yu Weiziyou trembled behind him.

Wanli watched with her own eyes the purified evil aura that was closest to them rise into the air like a sharp sword, echoing the evil aura of other Taoist temple sects.

These evil spirits vaguely mean that they are respected by the phantom of the Dusheng Sword.
Chapter completed!