Although they only met briefly, they always met in unexpected places, as if they were destined to never leave.
The long wind blew her long hair, and also the black and gold pleated skirt, like a blooming black and gold flower, making it elusive for her.
On this land of bones, she is the only one with a single color.
Withered and cold, yet clear and beautiful.
She is Zheng Ying.
Her long hair was blown away by the long wind, and then she took out a golden hairpin from her waist and tied her long hair behind her back.
A pair of handsome eyes with a unique charm, as if full of autumn water, looked at Jian Wushuang intently.
At this moment, even Jian Wushuang couldn't avoid that kind of gaze, but for some reason, he couldn't avoid it and could only look at her.
She is truly stunning, but also carries an indescribable danger.
After the two looked at each other for a moment, Zheng Ying slowly walked towards him.
Jian Wushuang wanted to retreat, but found that moving was a bit unnatural.
"Tell me, why do you come here?"
She asked him in a very unfriendly tone.
Listening to this familiar tone, Jian Wushuang began to feel a little confused, "You, are you really Zheng Ying? Isn't it my imagination?"
"Answer my question first." Zheng Ying's tone was unquestionable, and there was a hint of anger on his stunning cheeks.
Jian Wushuang was helpless and finally compromised, "Okay, I came here mainly because I want to find Di Qing, who has been exiled here."
Then, he told Zheng Ying roughly everything that had happened before.
After hearing all this, Zheng Ying frowned slightly and said, "It's stupid to risk your life here just for him? Do you know where this place is? Are you not afraid of dying here?"
Jian Wushuang immediately said, "I am 90% confident that I can find Di Qing and leave here with him, but if I really happen to die here, then I can only admit it."
"Stupid, do you know that I am the disaster you are facing now?" Zheng Ying looked at him and said coldly, and then suddenly pulled out a sharp and soft sword from the jade belt around his waist.
The tip of the sword was pointed directly at his throat.
Jian Wushuang didn't make a move, and didn't even release his energy. He could feel that Zheng Ying had no killing intention, and he also didn't even release his energy.
"Are you the real Zheng Ying, or are you a fake Zheng Ying?" He was completely confused and began to fall into doubt.
Zheng Ying took back the soft sword in his hand and said coldly, "Of course I'm lying."
"..."
Jian Wushuang did not expect that she would answer so simply.
Withdrawing the soft sword, Zheng Ying continued to say coldly, "Remember every word I said. Don't trust any Immortal here. Just fight your way out. Don't believe anyone who tells you any truth."
Hearing this, he pondered for a moment and then asked with some uncertainty, "Then, should I believe what you said?"
Zheng Ying was silent, and finally said, "Don't let me slap you..."
After saying these last words, she turned around and left.
"Remember every word I say, it can support you to survive here."
Zheng Ying's figure finally disappeared in front of Jian Wushuang's eyes, as if nothing had ever appeared.
But Jian Wushuang knew that she had indeed been here.
"Strange, why does she know where I am every time?"
Jian Wushuang touched his chin and said with some confusion.
At this point, he has confirmed that it is indeed Zheng Ying herself, although every time she appears, she is too weird.
After gathering his thoughts, Jian Wushuang thought about what Zheng Ying conveyed in his heart, and then decided to set off.
This land of bones under the sea of blood stretched to endless places. He guessed that if he wanted to leave here, he could only keep moving forward.
"In that case, let's fight a bloody path."
Jian Wushuang's gaze became sharp at this moment, and his entire immortal body was like a real sword waiting to be opened.
It seemed that as his thoughts changed, the originally dead bone-white earth began to shake.
Like boiling, the broken immortal bones began to revive.
"The supreme immortal breath..."
An extremely dilapidated immortal skeleton raised its sword and seemed to be attracted by the aura emanating from Jian Wushuang's body.
Two groups of dark lights that were about to disappear but were not yet extinguished surged in the eye sockets.
"Hungry!"
It suddenly raised the broken real sword in its hand and rushed over like a madman.
Jian Wushuang shook his head helplessly.
The next moment, an invisible sword condensed in his hand.
Facing the army of bones gradually gathering in front, he unleashed the most powerful blow.
Unparalleled Sword Way, Sword Intent of Galaxy, Lake and Sea, First Style.
star.
An ordinary straight slash fell, like a stone dropped in the lake.
"Boom!"
The endless trend completely exploded at this moment.
Millions of sword intentions rise from the sky, each one is the pinnacle of sword intention!
Along with the surge of millions of sword intent, thousands of pillars exploded.
The bones shook and the earth shook, as if it were shattered.
The army of bones that was running wildly was shattered into powder under this sword!
One hundred thousand bones, one million swords!
The mountains and seas will collapse, and the heavens will tremble under this sword!
Countless bones were broken into powder and returned to the earth.
A figure, stepping on countless white bones, carrying millions of swords, moved forward resolutely.
At the same time, in the huge palace of Tianlu, the young man and Bian Ziyuan standing in front of the sea of blood, after seeing this shocking scene, the corners of their eyes jumped hard.
Especially when Jian Wushuang carries millions of sword intentions and easily kills the army of bones, it is a scene that simply refreshes our understanding.
After a while, the young man took a deep breath and said, "What is the origin of this guy? How could he be a Yanxian?"
Bian Ziyuan shook his head, "I know very little about him. I'm afraid no Yanxian knows his origin. He is very mysterious."
"I'm afraid this test will be completed soon for him."
The young man shook his head and said, "Completed? I'm afraid it's impossible to complete. Under this sea of blood, there is still an existence comparable to an emperor."
"Do you want him to get that inheritance?" Bian Ziyuan's eyes were serious.
"This is not what I thought he would get. No one knows what that person means. My only hope now is that he can come out alive."
The young man said, "Perhaps when he walks out, it will be the time when we know when we can leave here."
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"Crack!"
The last sound of sword slashing fell, and there was no longer a fairy bone that could stand in front of Jian Wushuang.
These immortal bones, which have been lost for unknown ages, are already extremely fragile and have become useless at all.
If an ordinary Dayan Immortal entered this place, he might hate it, but Jian Wushuang was different. These immortal bones could not even cause any effective harm to him.