Dusk Returns to the Ruined Building

For love in this world, it is better to ask for a night of spring than to ask for eternity; how can hoping for bright eyes and a gentle smile compare to the beating of your heart?

At Jiuyin Yunluoting, Cui Qingquan, who wanted to be a good person, finally did so, but he paid a heavy price.

Cui Qingquan sat in the pavilion, his face full of tears but with a smile on his face.

On top of the Jiuyin Yunluo Pavilion, a woman stood on the cloud gong and looked into the distance towards Manghuang. It was the enchanting beauty Yang Jiarui.

"I'm sorry, I can only take you here. Go back to Manghuang. Although it's desolate and remote, it's a paradise on earth!"

Yang Jiarui was also crying. She really regretted leaving Zixia Sect. Her heart that wanted to fight demons and defend the righteousness was so ridiculous and yet so pathetic!

Cui Qingquan looked at the figure that haunted him, his heart bleeding. He got Yang Jiarui, but he also lost Yang Jiarui forever.

Cui Qingquan had to give up now, because he was an ordinary person, what qualifications did he have to pursue this girl? Most importantly, he had no ability to protect his beloved girl!

Yang Jiarui was rescued by Cui Qingquan, but she was a woman who refused to give up, or rather, she was unwilling to give in. Yang Jiarui had no choice but to use the secret technique of devouring essence to absorb Cui Qingquan's true essence.

Cui Qingquan didn't know at first, and he was of course very excited, but when his true energy dissipated along with the clouds and rain of Wushan, he understood everything.

Cui Qingquan did not seem to regret exchanging his lifelong cultivation for a night of love with his beloved. Cui Qingquan finally covered everything with a smile.

"If one day you feel tired, you can return to Yanyue Sect, and I..."

Cui Qingquan covered his face and cried. He didn't want to cry, but he really couldn't help it!

"Forget me, I can't go back!"

After Yang Jiarui finished speaking, she flew south. There was no worldly love in her heart anymore, and she no longer believed what men said.

But the strange thing is that Yang Jiarui has no hatred in her heart, and she doesn't know where to go. But there is one thing that Yang Jiarui is sure of, she doesn't want to turn back, whether it is good or evil, she has to enter this vast world.

In fact, Yang Jiarui really wanted to ask Situ Haoyu what she had done wrong that made Situ Haoyu treat her like this. Yang Jiarui was too naive. There was no reason for such a thing. In Situ Haoyu's eyes, she was just a plaything.

Cui Qingquan looked at Yang Jiarui's receding back, smiled bitterly, and murmured to himself:

"Perhaps this is retribution. I traveled thousands of miles to find you just to spend a night with you. Alas, I have committed too many sins!"

Cui Qingquan wiped away his tears. He was also a strong man. He turned around and headed north without hesitation. He was going back to Yanyue Sect. He would never leave Yanyue Sect again.

After all, Yang Jiarui turned around and took a look at the handsome young man who had returned to the right path because of her. The receding figure also reflected in her heart. Isn't it a kind of happiness to be deeply loved by a man, to be loved without regrets?

There is a warm current flowing in Yang Jiarui's heart, a warm current of happiness!

The Nine-tone Cloud Luo Pavilion seemed to be playing a sad song in the wind, a song of farewell, with only three words in the song:

"sorry!"

It is easy to wake up from a dream, but hard to keep love. After a night of spring, you will turn gray with worry!

In the nameless deserted courtyard, the wind is cold and the people are awake.

Sister Qing had already returned to Shen Yichen's sea of consciousness. Even though she was a thousand-year-old demon, she was still very shy.

Ouyang Zhiqing lay in Shen Yichen's arms, she was also thinking about the storm of last night, her hands were clenching tighter and tighter, because her heart was getting more and more shy.

"Ouch, that's enough. It really hurts to be pinched!"

Shen Yichen closed his eyes. He was actually a little afraid to face Ouyang Zhiqing.

Ouyang Zhiqing hurriedly let go of her hands, but she did not leave Shen Yichen's arms. She was already Shen Yichen's person!

"Have you ever been addicted to the magic ice desire fragrance before?"

In her sea of consciousness, Sister Qing was stunned when she heard this. She had never thought about this before and exclaimed:

"Yes, yes, Langchen, you have definitely been addicted to the Ice Desire Fragrance, and you are definitely not an inexperienced person on the cliff of the deep pool of the Abyss of Death. Tell me, who is that woman?"

Shen Yichen was really speechless, but he couldn't say anything because Huang Xiyi was the saint of the Qingwei Xuannv Sect!

"I am a disciple of Guanxing Mountain. How can I be useless? You underestimate me!"

Shen Yichen let his master take the blame.

Ouyang Zhiqing believed it, but Sister Qing certainly didn't. She might have heard of the Devil Addiction Ice Desire Fragrance, but that kind of thing can't be learned by listening!

Sister Qing recalled the seven paintings in Fuxi Road. There must be Shen Yichen’s first woman there!

Sister Qing chose to remain silent. Oh, she even wanted to scold herself. Why did she think about these trivial things!

"Langchen, your first woman won't have a child, right?"

Shen Yichen, who had closed his eyes shyly, was stunned when he heard this. He had never thought about this question before, and his heart was a little panicked!

After a long time, Shen Yichen opened his eyes and whispered:

"Get up, I want to go to Haohai to try my luck!"

Ouyang Zhiqing slowly raised her head, looked at Shen Yichen with a drunken face, and said softly:

"If you hadn't saved me, would you still love me?"

Shen Yichen was stunned when he heard this!

"Zhiqing, what do you mean?"

Ouyang Zhiqing answered Shen Yichen with her actions.

In the nameless deserted courtyard, the garden is full of spring!

In the sea of ​​consciousness, Sister Qing sighed helplessly:

"There is humiliation hidden in women's hearts, and there is courage hidden in men's bodies!"

Don't be alarmed when the sword meets chaos, just enjoy yourself for a while!

Shen Yichen and Ouyang Zhiqing fell into confusion again while waking up. When they woke up again, they were startled by two inexplicable auras.

Shen Yichen stood up suddenly and said in surprise:

"Sister Qing, do you feel it?"

Ouyang Zhiqing was very shy. She didn't feel any breath, but she still covered her body with clothes. She thought someone was coming!

"Langchen, how could you possibly feel it? I just seemed to feel it!"

What Shen Yichen and Sister Qing felt was the aura of two Half-Emperor Swords, but the two people's feelings were not the same. Sister Qing felt the aura of the Half-Emperor Swords, but what Shen Yichen felt was two undead auras!

This kind of undead aura seemed to be more than the first time Shen Yichen had encountered it. It felt familiar, but unfortunately, he really couldn't remember it.

Shen Yichen and Ouyang Zhiqing quickly put on their clothes. Shen Yichen looked at Ouyang Zhiqing who was smiling charmingly. This idiot actually made a joke:

"Are you satisfied this time?"

Ouyang Zhiqing's heart was broken into pieces!

"go away!"

After Ouyang Zhiqing finished speaking, she flew away.

Shen Yichen laughed shamelessly and flew off to chase Ouyang Zhiqing.

In the sea of ​​knowledge,

"Langchen, Sister Qing is not satisfied!"

"go away!"

Shen Yichen wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into. The three people's heartbeats were abnormal because they all remembered their ridiculous behavior last night at the same time.

In the Sword Welcoming Holy City, the sword that echoes the Bloodthirsty Sword is of course Shen Jinfei's long sword. How could her long sword have the same momentum as the Bloodthirsty Sword?

The reason is very simple. Shen Jinfei's sword absorbed the Nine Revolutions Golden Soul Grass, which was the Nine Revolutions Golden Soul Grass that Wan Ning snatched away in Lingyun Mountain.

Shen Jinfei's sword also has a name, called the Soul-Eating Sword, which devours consciousness and souls, and the Nine-Turn Golden Soul Grass contains the power of the soul of the Emperor Stone.

By the Muling Lake, the young girl Wan Ning was still a step too late. The body of the old fortune-teller did not wait for the Nine-Transformation Golden Soul Grass. What Ji Xuanyan in black said was right. The old fortune-teller had to make the final choice, which was also the worst choice. All his cultivation and the ghost vein power in his body dissipated together!

Shen Jinfei wanted to stop it, but she was just thinking about it and couldn't stop it at all. Shen Jinfei also truly witnessed the power of the old fortune-teller.

The dissipated power caused the Muling Lake to roll up a thousand layers of huge waves, which really covered the sky and the sun. In fact, those were two forces, one was the fortune-telling old immortal master's own true essence, and the other was the ghost vein power that kept growing in his body.

When Muling Lake returned to calm again, the old fortune-teller turned completely into an ordinary person. There was not a trace of true energy left in his body. His life seemed to have been lost a lot. His white hair became dry and dull, and his face became very old. He was no longer as lively as before.

Shen Jinfei looked at the old fortune teller in shock and exclaimed:

"Grandpa, you, you..."

The old fortune teller smiled slightly when he heard this!

"I'll rely on you to protect me from now on. It's a little late to call me grandpa!"

Shen Jinfei was stunned when she heard this. She herself did not realize that she had unknowingly developed an inexplicable kinship with the fortune-teller. Although the fortune-teller had imprisoned her, he also taught her a lot in the process and had never hurt her.

"Tsk, I won't protect you, I want to follow Master Shen and travel the world!"

Upon hearing this, the old fortune teller shook his head and didn't say much.

The girl Wan Ning came back at this time. She used the Fairy Shadow to chase the waves all the way from Lingyun Mountain, and also used her true energy to resist the Nine-Turn Golden Soul Grass in her hand. After Wan Ning landed, she saw the state of the old fortune-teller and understood everything in an instant!

Wan Ning fainted directly. She was too excited and too tired!

Looking at the Nine-transformation Golden Soul Grass on the ground, Shen Jinfei knew that the fortune-teller would not be able to use it, but she still asked:

"Grandpa, is this grass still useful to you?"

The old fortune-teller did not respond, but looked at Shen Jinfei quietly and said softly:

"Girl, I've always wanted to ask you, how did your sword absorb the Nine Revolutions Golden Soul Grass?"

Shen Jinfei's expression changed when he heard this, and he said in a cold voice:

"You, how did you know that?"

"In Yunyuan Pavilion, the reason why I was able to get rid of your sword was because the sword absorbed the power of the Nine Revolutions Golden Soul Grass in my body!"

Shen Jinfei actually knew that she was responsible for the fortune-teller's current state, but this was not intentional on her part. It was the fortune-teller's own fault, as he wanted to trap her and not let her leave!

"Do you regret it? If it weren't for my sword, maybe you wouldn't be what you are now!"

"Silly girl, I learned the art of divine secrets, so of course I will choose the best path forward!"

The old fortune teller did not tell the truth. Firstly, he did not want to make Shen Jinfei feel guilty, and secondly, he still needed the power of the sword. No, he still needed the power of the sword to perform the sword welcoming operation.

Shen Jinfei took out his long sword, pointed it at the Nine Revolutions Golden Soul Grass, and said in a cold voice:

"Thank you, I came to Jianying City just to get the Nine-Transformation Golden Soul Grass!"

Shen Jinfei was not polite at all, her sword was really absorbing the power of the Nine Revolutions Golden Soul Grass.

When Ouyang Villa's bloodthirsty sword rose into the sky, Shen Jinfei's soul-thirsty sword also pointed to the sky.

Shen Jinfei also had a ferocious look on her face, but there was no murderous intent in her sword energy, only an evil and weird one!

Shen Jinfei didn't notice that the old fortune teller also had a smile on his lips, a very evil smile.

The old fortune teller seemed to be happy to see this happen, perhaps this was the result he wanted.

In the Sword Welcoming Holy City, many people felt these two shocking sword energies, and they all had a common idea:

The sword welcomes the storm again!

How many people can escape alive this time?