Meeting after meeting was held, and everyone in the four seas enjoyed peace. Yan Wuse used the light of Yanshen to descend to the earth, relieving many troubles for everyone in the five regions.

Big or small, each one has its own.

Finally one day, when another meeting was held, Dao Qiongcang stood up and said:

"Mr. Yan, I have something to do, and I hope that Mr. Yan will be kind to you."

"explain!"

"Yan Lao's disciple Changyi has grown up and has reached the holy realm. I would like to ask the ten-member council to add one more member to allow Changyi to take his seat. Is it possible?" "This is a good thing!"

Yan WuSe was overjoyed, he had already intended this.

Chang Yi is his disciple and one of the few light spiritual masters who has made great achievements.

After entering the White Clothes in his early years, he has been practicing for many years now. It just so happens that he is now being recruited and trained, and then passed on to him, making him the next master of the Holy Temple.

Suddenly Yan Wuwei frowned, and his brain felt like needles pricking him, tingling extremely.

"Mr. Yan?"

"Master Yan?"

Darkness swept over everything, and when he woke up again, he was surrounded by a circle of worried people.

Their expressions seemed to be separated from their bodies and out of place.

The surrounding environment is a bit illusory and ethereal, as if floating in the clouds, full of unreality.

But soon, this spirit

The trance state is eliminated.

Yan Wuse held his forehead and realized that everything was an illusion.

"I'm fine, let's continue the conversation and summon Xiaoyi." He remembered the content of the meeting just now, but it was interrupted due to his own health, so he chose to continue.

Business matters.

A light fell from the sky.

When Yan Wuse saw that light, it was as if he saw himself when he was young. He couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips, smiled and stood up to hold his beloved disciple's hand.

"Tsubasa..."

But the light stayed there, and the people inside refused to come out for a long time. "Xiaoyi?" Yan Wuse was stunned.

He walked in front of the light, and there was no one inside!

"Tsubasa?"

"Where's Changyi?"

Yan WuSe turned his head violently, his eyes almost splitting.

He looked at Dao Qiongtian and shouted fiercely: "Dao boy, where is my beloved disciple!"

Dao Qiongcang was also stunned. He had clearly brought Chang Yi, so why was there no one in the light?

"Gou Wuyue!"

Yan Wuse suddenly turned his head and glared at Gou Wuyue: "I asked Xiaoyi to go to Baiyi to practice, where are the others?"

Gou Wuyue was also confused.

Suddenly, his expression became lonely.

The entire meeting hall suddenly became quiet.

The screen changes.

Bang!

Gou Wuyue leaned on his sword and half-knelt at the door outside the palace.

Yan Wuse found that he was no longer sitting in the front seat, but sitting in the side seat.

That Taoist boy actually stood on the throne with his Si Nan in his hands, his expression uncertain.

Yan Wuse was confused.

He did not correct the position problem in time, but chose to seize the key and shouted to the person at the door: "Gou Wuyue, tell me, where is my disciple?"

Gou Wuyue lowered his head.

"Sorry, I couldn't protect him..."

There was a loud sound, and a thunderbolt flashed through my mind.

Yan Wuse suddenly remembered where he had seen this scene before?

No!

Totally wrong!

Which time and space is this memory, and how could it fly here? "Xiao, what's wrong with Xiaoyi?" Yan Wuse asked involuntarily, following the pictures in his memory.

Gou Wuyue couldn't raise her head, holding the sword with one hand to support her body, and said sadly: "In the Eighth Palace, Changyi died in battle, and died in the hands of the Eight Masters!" "Ah!!!"

"Ahhhhh——"

Above the Blood Realm, Yan Wu Color split into two, and the tearing roar sounded like it was about to completely shatter this place.

The well-hidden scar was torn open...

All the beautiful visions turned into nothing...

The sense of separation between life and death brought about by the illusion of bubbles that made his last long-cherished wish almost crush his spirit!

He lived what was clearly an absolutely perfect life!

At the end, a man suddenly ran out and whispered to him:

"you are wrong."

"Your life is actually just a dream."

"A short dream that lasts no more than ten breaths, and you can never go back to it once you wake up."

At the end of the dream, it ends with the dead apprentice and the nightmare tearing him away.

How can this not make people despair?

Within the blood realm, violent light exploded in all directions, flowing through twists and turns in a scene of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, endlessly venting.

It took a lot of effort for Yan Wu Sei to control his out-of-control emotions.

He finally remembered that the most beautiful world did not exist at all, it was just his wishful thinking.

If Xiao Kongtong's cultivation hadn't reached the holy realm, there was a chance that this sword could even transcend time and space and take away him who underestimated others.

There will be no semi-saint incarnation to bear the burden, no one else to save...

The spirit is immersed in the second world, even if all the outward signs of life are still there.

People are also dead, and there is no possibility of recovery!

"Xiao Kongtong..."

Yan Wuse held the left half of his body with his left hand and the right half of his body with his right hand, trying to get closer to them.

In the end, the two halves of his body fused, but a blood line from top to bottom was left that was difficult to repair.

He tried to erase this line of blood.

But this thing is like all the memories he has experienced in the second world, which are deeply imprinted on his memory like a spiritual brand, and it is deeply imprinted on his body.

What a shame!

It cannot be erased!

"Xiao Kongtong..."

"This emperor will definitely, definitely kill you!"

"Ahhhhh——"

call out!

Falling into the abyss, Xiao Kongtong seemed to have been drained of all its energy and energy, falling straight down.

Xu Xiaoshou's figure suddenly appeared and caught the person to prevent them from falling into the chaotic energy below the abyss.

In that case, with the fragile physique of the ancient sword cultivator, he might be gone in one fell swoop.

"died?"

The person in his arms looked peaceful and contented.

His breathing was even, but his consciousness and soul seemed to have entered a second world and were no longer in the body.

"Not dead, but obviously overdrawn too much..."

"How can we save this? There is no problem with the vital signs. It seems that I can wake up at any time..."
To be continued...