So what about the Fairy Sword Sect?

There seems to be no loss, but in fact there are countless comforts and compensations for the large and small sects in Yuezhou.

They wanted to find justice to the Demonic Sect, but Boss Yao kicked the ball and directly blamed Shang Shanling and the gods who knew the gods.

In addition, Su Wuzhe, the Lord of the Heavenly Guard, intends to stabilize the situation in Jiuzhou. They are mute and eat coptis chinensis. Oh no, it should be said that mute and eat Huang Xiang, which is disgusting and unlucky.

Qingxutian died an elder who was about to enter the late stage of Guiling. Jingcitian died except Yao Mengxun and a limited number of core disciples, and only Jiang Liuer, who was already crazy, was left in the Juexian Sect.

In this way, among the three days and four sects and the two major demon sects, it seems that only a few moderates who are watching the changes are the winners!

Especially when Wu Renfu, the leader of Shenhuatian Sect, was visiting Zhuang Junwu, who was not in trouble before leaving the gate and did his best to take care of his beloved disciple who had been seriously injured.

After having a long and friendly conversation with Zhuang Junwu, he received a lot of gifts from Su Zun's entrustedness, which is a winner in life.

As for the strange beasts in the small secret realm, and even the ones who are really promoted by Ru Feng Zhi, we won’t mention them here for now. Qingyun will have the opportunity to visit the new 33 realms to find out in the future.

Now, the young master is carefully observing the difference between the passing through the void and the past.

The ancient sword's edge is very magical. If it is said to be spiritual, it always looks like a dead object on weekdays. Even if Qingyun keeps talking to himself with this only companion, it has never replied.

But if it is really a dead thing, and after being connected to its mind, the Tibetan Feng can know the meaning of Qingyun very completely. Just like now, it perfectly builds a space tunnel from Wuhua Mountain in Yuezhou and directly to Yiren Mountain in Liangzhou.

This tunnel is not as beautiful and stable as when using the teleportation array. The invisible walls around it all faintly exudes a bright red color. Qingyun understands that this is probably the power of space driven by evil spirits in Xiaoqi's mouth.

At the same time, it can be seen from the naked eye that the blood color on the body of the Tibetan sword is rapidly decreasing, and it seems that it has become a little black in less than a quarter of an hour.

According to Qingyun's estimate, with the existing evil spirit in the sword, it is only enough to hide the edge and use it again at most.

And this evil aura is not like spiritual power, invisible and intangible, and I cannot estimate the equivalent power with a specific amount. However, according to the saying that the power of space can be used by the spiritual mirror among monks, Tibetan Feng should actually be very awesome.

"But why does this black lump look so low? It's okay, so as not to be tempted by the market and attract people's greed. And it has been suppressing and absorbing blood evil karma in my body. Even if it's slower, it's better than nothing."

What surprised me was that the distance from central Yuezhou to Yiren Mountain in the southernmost part of Liangzhou may not be very far in the past.

But now that the power of time and space is chaotic, more and more teleportation arrays are beginning to fail, it only took less than half an hour to hide the front, which is dozens of times faster than simply using the teleportation array!

The sun was dazzling at the end of the space tunnel, and the earthy smell mixed with the fragrance of green grass came to my face, making Qingyun's originally sad and desolate heart warmer.

Finally, he went home.

Although there is only a charred, weathered, and silent ruin in front of you.

“Huh?”

Outside the ruins of Liangren Village, Qingyun frowned and exclaimed lightly, and did not step directly.

"Why does someone seem to have come?"

Whether it is his past memories or his dream of returning to his hometown in the thirty-three realms, all the villagers, including Yanliangshan, were buried by him with his own hands.

Although it is normal that someone has been here for more than ten years, what makes him wonder is that although this place is a ruin, it is obviously taken care of, and the simple earthen tombs of the villagers were reorganized and buried.

"Who will it be?"

Qingyun carefully entered the village to investigate, looking at the empty monuments that could not be said to be uniform, at least arranged in an orderly manner, and he was puzzled.

"Is it A Lian?"

Qingyun immediately thought of the little fox that broke through the forbidden area.

But then I thought about it, according to A Lian's temperament, after she found that she had no self in the pile of corpses, it would be great if she could storm the villagers in the wilderness. It was simply a daydream to expect her to repair the tomb.

"Is it that master?"

The second thing Qingyun thought of was the white-clothed male cultivator with a chaotic face. After all, the place where he met this person in the illusion was Liangren Village!

However, the opponent's strength is unfathomable, and his intention and purpose are even more elusive. If he is using himself, Qingyun thinks that he is just like him, he should not be qualified to become a big shot.

Not to mention that big guys of this level shouldn’t be idle and have nothing to do to visit these mortals, right?

But if it weren't for this person, who would it be?

Suddenly, the young master had a flash of inspiration, remembering that when he saw A Lian, the little fox seemed to have mentioned to him that Wang Qingquan, a garrison in Qianzhong City of Qingxutian, seemed to have been paying attention to the truth of the bloody case in Liangren Village.

And he himself seemed to have guessed that Yi Qing died in a bad life!

"Yes, it should be him."

As he slowly walked into the village, Qingyun murmured to himself.

Gently stroking the empty monuments, the texture of the stone had already become rough due to weathering. He wanted to worship Yanshan Mountains, but he couldn't tell who was buried below.

So I had to kneel down silently at this deserted tomb and kowtowed a few times.

Xiao Luoyi's death made Qingyun's tears become scarce and precious. He did not forget hatred, but even lived with hatred for a time.

But facing opponents who are as powerful as heavenly powers, Qingyun has become more and more invented. Hate and tears will not bear fruit, and everything needs to be done by yourself.

"I heard that Wang Qingquan is a cultivator at the peak of the Concentration Realm. Well, I will go to Qianzhong City later to see if I can see this person."

Walking on the road of Yangyan Mountain in my memory, Qingyun did not go home first.

He always remembered his elder sister's original speculation that when she had time to go back to Yiren Mountain, she could go to the Haidai Tower that was forbidden by Yiqing Circle, and the mysterious cave where she saved A Lian.

However, Yi Qing did not tell them where Haidailou was detained. There were many hills here, and he had lived for so many years and had not traveled to many corners. If he searched one by one, he really didn't know when he found it.

After a search failed, Qingyun gave up this idea. After all, more than ten years have passed, and his father died, Haidailou might have escaped from the trap.

Then Qingyun came to the cave where he saved A Lian. It was early spring now. Although the pond outside the cave had ice dissolved, it was still no longer as full of vitality as the lotus bloomed in summer.

The young master hesitated for a while, picked up a few small stones from outside the cave, and also followed Xiao Luoyi's appearance at that time, and shot three times in succession.

Whoosh, bang bang bang.

Listening to the sound, the three small stones should have been embedded in the walls in the cave. After waiting for a long time, no abnormality appeared. Qingyun slowly approached.

When he stepped in, he was still worried that he would lose all his spiritual power like in the illusion, but when he stood in it, Qingyun realized that there was no change in this place compared to when he dreamed of returning to his hometown.

Yes, there is no change at all.

Because he actually found a hidden weapon that Xiao Luo shot on it on the wall in the cave!

The hidden weapon was deeply shocked into the wall by Qingyun's original palm power, leaving only a little bit of the essence of the tail exposed outside, which made me both shocked and nostalgic in my heart.

"Are everything in the Spirit Mirror Sacrifice a dream or a reality?"

If it is a dream, why can he remember the fantasy sword of the heavens, and why can his elder sister get the fairy spirit given to him by his father?

But if it is true, how could there be such an incredible thing as time reappearing in this world?

Of course, he hoped that what he experienced in the Spirit Mirror Sacrifice was not the so-called dream of returning to his hometown, but the reality of going home today.

After a while, he was stunned for a while, and then he pulled out his mind from the memory, then gently rubbed the hidden weapon for a while, but finally did not take it out of the stone wall.

"The destination, everything will have a destination, but your destination is not me, hey."

When the young master returned to the small wooden house halfway up the mountain, Chunyang had already set a little westward.

The barrier in front of the courtyard seemed to be spiritual. Qingyun's hand just approached, and the golden wall cover sparkled, and a winding crack suddenly opened. My brother easily returned to his long-lost home.

The stone table in the yard was filled with fallen leaves and dust. When the clouds were swiping, the chessboard that my parents often played chess in memory was shining like new.

"It seems that Dad never beats Mother."

As long as I can remember, Qingyun often heard his father call his mother the ever-winning general, but since his mother passed away, he has never seen his father play chess with anyone again.

When recalling such things, warmth and sadness coexist. Qingyun has lost everything he can, so he has become afraid to miss it again.

Instead of entering the house first, he walked around to his parents' grave in the backyard, and then took out some incense, candles and paper money he got from Qingshui Town to worship.

The spiritual flame at the fingertips had just ignited, but Qingyun thought of his father's seemingly disliked the clichéd rituals. His mother seemed to follow his father and never did this, so she put it away and turned to kneel down and kowtow directly.

"Dad, mom, Yun'er is back home."

Qingyun's words "Dad" and "Mother" were hoarse, as if he had used all his life's strength.

"Dad, Yun'er is useless and can't protect Luo Yi."

His forehead fell heavily again, as if he was accusing him of the same Yiqing.

"Mom, Yun'er is really sad. Yun'er misses you so much, daddy, sister, A Lian..."

"Dad, Yun'er is unfilial. Not only did her elder sister die, but your Luoxia Qingjian was stolen by the thief. But don't worry, Yun'er now has the Yuanhua realm to cultivate, and sooner or later she will be able to regain the broken sword and avenge that palm!"

"By the way, mother, Luo Yi is my wife who has not passed away. I usually call her elder sister. Oh, I will definitely find a way to save her, but Yun'er doesn't want her to suffer with me anymore, so if possible, Yun'er shouldn't take her to see you."

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Chapter completed!