And after condensing the purple gold poison pill, like Xiao Luoyi's Mingyu ice sheet, the absorption and growth rate of his spiritual power is even more terrifying, even stronger than those demon cultivators who also have inner elixirs.

According to Qingyun, if he could complete the practice of the Hundred Meridian Realm, he would probably be able to use the Xiaoyao Sword.

Of course, the faster the realm grows, the faster his troubles will come. Not to mention the real soul, even the condensation of the soul's seborrhea is a test of life and death for him, but this is all a story.

The time for entering meditation was like a flash of time. When Qingyun opened his eyes again, it was already the third day when Yiqing left.

During these three days, Xiao Luoyi was still standing next to Qingyun, and his cold and beautiful eyes were staring at the young master who was comprehending the sword technique alone at all times.

She didn't even refine the fairy energy given by Yi Qing, and let it take root and run in her body.

After leaving for a while, he went to find a secluded valley, buried Zhong Liang in Yiren Mountain and returned to the small wooden house.

It’s not that I didn’t think about running away. After talking to Xiao Luoyi, Zhong Xiao also learned that this place was an illusion.

He didn't believe it very much, after all, this illusion is so realistic that it can be called a real thing.

But after discovering that no one here could see his existence, Zhong Xiao had to believe it, so it was not a good idea to escape recklessly.

What's more, Yi Qing is definitely not illusory in his opinion. The other party has set up a ban on his divine palace. He dared not gamble. God knows whether he will die in this illusion.

But Qin Yun, oh no, he should be called Qingyun now. This kid looks easy to talk to, so it is better to be content with yourself for a while.

Fortunately, he knew very well about the relationship between Lin Yu and Yi Qing. Zhong Xiao felt that as long as he was obedient enough, there would probably be no danger.

In fact, what he didn't know was that Yi Qing rarely killed indiscriminately like Qingyun. Even in terms of being vicious, he was more merciful than Qingyun.

The restrictions in his own divine palace seem dangerous, but in fact they are also a life-saving amulet, which can withstand the attacks of any cultivator below the Spirit Realm, which is extremely precious.

As for the solution, Yi Qing didn't teach him at all, and he didn't plan to teach Qingyun, because he knew Zhong Linyu's temper. If his son had trouble in the future, he might be able to find him with this restriction.

Let’s talk about Qingyun. Although his cultivation has not improved, his understanding of the first three styles of the Heavenly Illusion Sword still made him very happy.

The morning in the mountains was a little chilly. Seeing that the young master woke up, Xiao Luo quickly moved his lotus steps forward and asked with concern:

"How are you comprehending?"

Qingyun smiled and said:

"Hehe, that's OK. Dad passed on me a set of swordsmanship, but because it was too mysterious, I can only use a few moves for the time being. Huh? Where is Dad?"

Seeing Yiqing was not there, Qingyun asked in confusion, and Zhong Xiao said at this time:

"Senior said he would go back if he had something to do, but he had not returned yet after two or three days."

"What!"

When Qingyun heard this, she immediately realized that it was broken. She didn't expect that after she had been meditating for so long, her father must have gone down the mountain!

Thinking of this, he suddenly rushed up and took Xiao Luoyi's hand and said:

"Sister, go!"

At this time, Xiao Luoyi also thought of Qingyun's previous talk about slaughtering the village, and felt nervous and greeted Zhong Liang:

"Go together!"

The three of them were led by Qingyun, and their homes were like lightning, heading to Liangren Village at the foot of the mountain. Qingyun was extremely anxious and said in his heart:

"Dad, you must not have something wrong!"

But there is a clear distinction between reality and expectations, and I will never inform you in advance, so that you can be mentally prepared.

The broken sword of the setting sun was stained with blood in the white robe. Yi Qing at the entrance of Liangren Village was still quietly lying on the ground as he remembered.

But unlike the faint helplessness and regret on his face back then, Yi Qing looked particularly peaceful this time, and there was even a little bit of satisfaction in his face.

The screams of exhausted cries resounded again in Liangren Village. He was already slowly walking out of the pain and was on the verge of collapse again.

Yanliangshan, iron pillars, tigers, and those names that Qingyun originally planned to forget came into his mind again.

Qingyun even recalled what color of robe Tiezhu liked to wear back then. When he buried him with his own hands, he was still wearing his clothes.

But this time, he did not wait for Yanliangshan's last words, because when he came, Yanliangshan had already fallen dejectedly under the old tree in the village, and his scattered pupils were still staring at the direction of the entrance of the village, as if he was looking forward to something.

Yes, Yan Liangshan is looking forward to himself and an illusory ending.

"Fellow Daoist Xiao, Brother Qingyun is fine?"

Regarding Yi Qing's death, Zhong Xiao roughly knew what happened from Xiao Luo, so despite being shocked, he calmed down quickly. Xiao Luo was also sad in his heart, just shook his head and said nothing.

Only then did she fully understand that the reason why Yi Qing was trying to give her fairy spirit and passed on Qingyun's martial arts must have discovered some clues, and everything he did was nothing more than arranging his affairs after his death.

"Why!"

Zhong Xiao sighed helplessly when he saw this.

The loss of his father hit Judas, but they must find a way to leave here and return to the Spirit Mirror Sacrifice House, return to the thirty-three realms, and return to the present world. They cannot wander here, otherwise they will never be able to escape from the trap.

"Fellow Daoist Xiao, go and comfort him."

"good."

Xiao Luo whispered and came to Qingyun's side and knelt down with him, worshiping Yi Qing's body.

"Little devil..."

"Sister, you need not say anything, I know."

After crying, Qingyun's voice seemed hoarse, and he did not hesitate to let Xiao Luo see his sad and crying.

"Come on, let's organize the remains for the poor victims of Liangren Village first."

"Um."

The black veil brushed his face, and Qingyun felt that Xiao Luoyi's arm was extremely warm, but she became warmer, and Qingyun's re-cut wound became more and more painful.

Although both of them vaguely guessed that they might not be able to change anything in this illusion, Qingyun still wanted to save his father's life. Even if he was not good, he had to know who the real culprit was.

But Yi Qing passed him a set of sword techniques at the most critical moment. Qingyun didn't know if this was the so-called fate, which made him miss the truth.

All I got was that I had no father again.

"When they are alive, they can't see or touch us, but when they die, we can lift their bodies."

Qingyun smiled sadly, and the delicate young man's face was filled with dark self-deprecation.

He once longed for power extremely, and thought that after obtaining the essence and blood of the Qilin, he thought that his life would become more straightforward than those so-called prides of heaven.

But now, it was just a illusion but not real bubble, and it gently knocked him back to his original form.

It was still the same as back then, he moved these already stiff bodies one by one, and then picked up some broken limbs and broken arms one by one.

The only thing he could comfort now was the charming witch next to him, Luo Yi who had been by his side.

"Sister."

"Um?"

Xiao Luo didn't raise any head, and was picking up some dry branches.

"Thank you."

"good."

As usual, Xiao Luoyi's coldness did not change at all. She did not even answer other words. It was just a simple word "good", which was so real in Qingyun's ears.

In this damn fantasy, the only reality.

With Zhong Xiao joining, the three of them were very busy and they finished tidying up the entire village's corpse in just one hour. Then, like before, Qingyun personally burned everyone and everything.

The firelight accompanied by the setting sun made the blue cloud's face blur.

Xiao Luo couldn't see whether he was crying or something else at this moment. She just felt that the hardships this young man had experienced seemed to be much more than when he was young, which was heartbreaking.

"Let's go."

When the fire was booming, Qingyun whispered.

"good."

After so many people died at once, Xiao Luoyi and Zhong Xiao were in a heavy mood, and nodding should have no other words.

When he came to his father and picked up the broken green sword, the divine thoughts left by Yi Qing were exactly the same as the message in his memory. Qingyun just listened to his father's last voice in a daze, and tears fell silently again.

But he had finally grown up. While crying, he carried Yi Qing's body on his back, and climbed up the mountain alone, step by step.

When building a tomb and erecting a monument, all the actions were no different from those a few years ago. Gradually, Qingyun's heart had gradually transformed from his original sadness to his anger.

He was not even in a hurry to hate the murderer who killed his father, but he hated the beast who used his memory to create a illusion.

"Sister, I don't want to stay here."

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the bright silver man is shining. The green clouds hugged their knees, buried their heads deeply, and said softly.

"The fire has gone, why don't we go down the mountain and find a way out."

Xiao Luo originally wanted to go to the little kid who discovered A Lian's cave before, but the feeling there was really strange. After thinking about it, he gave up this idea.

"good."

Qingyun said yes a little stiffly, but did not get up. She still sat alone beside the tombstone. Zhong Xiao, not far away, had just been bereavement. After empathy, she just sighed and turned around and left.

The next morning, the three of them went down the mountain again after a night of silence.

The dead are gone, and the living are moving forward. They still have to survive and find the outlet for this illusion.

"etc!"

Among the three, Xiao Luoyi had the strongest spiritual sense. Before entering the village, he found some abnormalities. He nodded lightly and then said:.

"There are people in the village!"

Seeing this, the other two stopped immediately. At this time, Zhong Xiao also noticed a trace of strangeness, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said in a deep voice:

"It's a monk!"

Compared with the two masters of Yuanhua Realm, Qingyun's spiritual sense is not as good as them, but his five senses are also good. Although he cannot see through it, he can't even feel what kind of power this person has, his aura is still above his father!

But once he thought about it, he immediately thought of two other words:
Chapter completed!