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It’s a complete memory.

After reading this memory, Pei Nian sighed heavily.

It turns out that the history of Zhongdu a thousand years ago was so tragic that the event of the powerful people slaying the demon was forgotten because of the isolation of the formation.

Pei Nian turned his head to look at Xie Changan beside him. He pursed his lips and had a cold expression.

The girl tugged at the corner of his clothes and whispered, "Are these monsters infected by evil spirits?"

These families and sects in the world of cultivation were almost all re-established after the destruction of several major sects in Zhongdu. Almost all the elites and powerful people in Zhongdu died in the battle with the demons from outside the world. There are very few records of this period of history. We only know that demon beasts existed a long time ago, but their origins are unclear.

Xie Changan lowered his head and eyes, his voice very calm: "Now it seems that this is correct." He paused, and then said: "There is another thing. The isolation formation in Zhongdu is both a ban and a suppression."

Hearing this, Pei Nianyi's brows furrowed even more tightly. "So, the spiritual energy in Zhongdu is used to support the isolation formation, and now that the spiritual energy is gradually decreasing, it will cause the Dusk Forest to expand. Will the barrier eventually break, and the suppressed demons will be released?"

Pei Nianyi always felt something was wrong.

The decrease in spiritual energy, the expansion of the Dusk Forest, and the breaking of the barrier, these things happened so suddenly, as if someone was pushing all of this.

Before she could figure it out, the white jade platform, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly emitted a white light and sucked her and Xie Changan in.

There was a glimmer of light, and Pei Nian's eyes blurred, and then he found himself in another space.

A middle-aged monk with a slightly transparent figure appeared in front of the two.

This middle-aged monk had a sturdy figure and a handsome appearance. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's. He wore black clothes and had black hair. He had a long sword hanging from his waist and was floating in the air.

This is a remnant soul that is about to dissipate.

Xie Changan's brows were cold. He slightly turned sideways to protect Pei Nian behind him, and quietly looked at the remnant soul that suddenly appeared.

Pei Nian blinked, looked at the remnant soul in surprise, and asked curiously, "Who is the senior?"

The remnant soul said proudly with his hands behind his back, "I am the master of this immortal palace, Xi Huan."

"Does Patriarch Xi Huan have any unfulfilled wishes?" Pei Nianyi looked at Patriarch Xi Huan in amazement.

Who would have thought that the talented young man he had just seen in the scroll would appear in front of him, although he was just a remnant soul.

"I perished in a great battle with the demons of the outside world a thousand years ago. By chance, I was able to barely preserve a remnant of my soul. Now my soul power is about to dissipate. I only hope to find a disciple before it dissipates, so that I can pass on my skills to the next generation."

Patriarch Xi Huan looked at Xie Chang'an and smiled mysteriously: "You are born with a sword heart, very good!" Then he moved his fingertips slightly, and a spiritual sword pierced through the void, carrying the power to break the hard and destroy the strong, and went straight to Xie Chang'an.

Pei Nian suddenly wanted to draw his sword, but was stopped by Xie Changan.

Xie Changan frowned slightly, without showing any expression. A hint of excitement flashed across his eyes, and he drew his sword.

The next moment, a cold light flashed, and the long sword slashed down. With a loud bang, the two swords collided, and Xie Changan bravely met the sword moves of the ancestor Xi Huan.

This seemingly simple sword move by Patriarch Xi Huan is actually extremely powerful, suppressing all the spiritual energy around it.

Pei Nian, who was watching, felt a tightness in his chest, a chill invaded his soul, and his whole body was cold and stiff.

After the two swords collided heavily, thousands of sword energies burst out.

Xie Changan's figure was erratic, and he rushed forward into the space shrouded by thousands of sword energies.

He struck with his sword to the left and then to the right. For a moment, the whole space was shining with golden and silver light. Only a loud humming sound could be heard, and the thousands of sword intentions were constantly weakened by Xie Changan.

Patriarch Xi Huan raised his eyebrows in astonishment. He didn't expect that this kid was so capable. He waved his long sleeves and several sword energies with murderous intent slashed down.

Xie Changan had an indifferent expression. Instead of dodging or evading, he stepped forward and thrust out with his sword.

The two men fought with the purest swordsmanship, fighting back and forth.

The tip of the sword trembled, making sounds that were sometimes light and sometimes loud. The sword energy was mighty and the sword light was dazzling and blinding, making Pei Nian dizzy and uneasy.

The girl suddenly raised her hand and held the sword in front of her chest, and a powerful sword intent attacked her head-on.

A wave of pain instantly swept through her internal organs. She fell to her knees, her knees hitting the ground heavily. However, she didn't care about the pain. She only felt the hot blood rushing up in her chest and her mouth was full of the taste of blood.

Her eyes went dark, and she couldn't hold it in any longer. She cried out "Wow" and spat out a large mouthful of blood.

The fight between the man and the soul also stopped because of Pei Nianyi's vomiting blood. Ancestor Xi Huan asked with a guilty conscience: "Little girl, how are you?"

A thrilling competition made him forget that this little girl, who was only in the Nascent Soul stage, could not withstand the sword intent and pressure of the two men.

Pei Nianyi's vision was blurred and her ears were buzzing. She couldn't hear what Patriarch Xi Huan was asking at all. Suddenly, a white hand and a white sleeve came into her sight. The faint scent of cedar lingered in her nostrils with the appearance of the hand. There was a handkerchief in the fragrant and bony hand.

The faint smell of cedar sobered her up a bit. She took the handkerchief, wiped the blood from her lips, and replied in a hoarse voice, "I'm fine. I won't die."

Xie Changan's hand was still in front of the girl's eyes, not moving away. He raised his hand slightly to signal.

Pei Nian hesitated and placed her left hand on his clean hand. His hand was much bigger than hers, with long and strong fingers. The palm and the back of the palm overlapped, as if holding her entire hand in his palm.

Xie Changan stood in front of her, reached out and held her hand, gently pulled her up from the ground and half-hugged her in his arms, whispering, "It's my fault."

Pei Nianyi only felt the burning heat in her palms, and what she heard in her ears was the clear sound of her own heartbeat and pulse, which gradually became the same rhythm as the heartbeat of Xie Changan that she felt between her fingers.

Patriarch Xi Huan gave a dry laugh and said, "I'm glad you're alright. I was careless just now." He touched his nose and said, "Well, I'll give you an opportunity today. I hope you can slay demons and evildoers and embrace the world in the future."

He raised his hand and waved Pei Nian out of this space, "Go."

Before Pei Nianyi could answer, he was unexpectedly sent into another dimension.

Patriarch Xi Huan had long discovered that this little girl in the Nascent Soul stage had excellent aptitude and would have been a good seedling a thousand years ago. However, Xie Changan's natural swordsmanship was even more amazing, so he couldn't help but compete with Xie Changan for a few moves first.

Thousands of years ago, the world of cultivation was prosperous. Although there were occasional frictions between humans, demons, and monsters, they were only minor fights and the world was relatively peaceful.

But the peaceful life was destroyed by the evil demons from outside the world. These evil demons devoured the luck and polluted the spiritual energy, causing the entire cultivation world to fall apart and fall into chaos.

Their sacrifice a thousand years ago could only seal the evil demons in Zhongdu, but could not drive them out of the world of cultivation.

There are still countless fangs in the vast universe, hiding in the dark and coveting this small world. The crisis of the cultivation world has not been resolved. Once the protective barrier is broken, the cultivation world will definitely become the target of countless evil demons from outside the world.

Now we can only hope that their descendants can take over their legacy, truly become the hope that supports the next generation of the cultivation world, and protect the cultivation world.