The First Sixty-One Chapters Mourn the Two Worlds (2)

If you can't let it go, it will be a real catastrophe.

Sun Hao was holding the teacup in a daze, forgetting to drink the tea, and the four girls flew by in front of his eyes one by one.

Especially Ruxue and Xiaoqing, who have traveled all the way through these years, have almost become a part of Sun Hao's life.

Even if he was condensing the unparalleled sword bones in the dark underground sword mound, Sun Hao always had a picture of success, which surprised the two women and warmly welcomed him back.

There is also Ji Yukou, the little girl from the past, that's it, if you say no, you will be gone.

Closing his eyes, Sun Hao recalled the scenes of the past.

Ji Ruxue, who is as beautiful as jade and as cold as the moon, has a deep friendship and longing for her behind her aloofness. Sun Hao can even feel that if he wants to, he could have taken her long ago. And she has been silently and calmly waiting for herself.

Waiting for yourself softly and naturally.

Wugou Jianxin, pure and Wugou, if I had known this, I should have accepted her Wugou, otherwise, how could it have become like this?

Thinking of Ji Ruxue, a tear could not help but drip down gently.

The entire Lingtian Sword Peak, following this drop of tears, was instantly filled with sadness, deep yearning, deep reluctance welled up in my heart, and deep anger was hidden in it.

Lively, cute, and light as a swallow, Xiaoqing was born for herself and moved because of herself. If she didn't have a deep affection for herself, how could she comprehend the sword of love because of herself? Her soft body seems to be lying on the ground Holding it by myself, I can't bear the wind and rain.

Xiaoqing, after his ascension, the true savior, the lover who sheltered him from the wind and rain when he couldn't walk, I don't know what kind of generosity he had when he died for the Lord?

Another tear fell quietly.

Following this drop of tears, the entire Ling Tian Sword Sect fell into deep sorrow. The Ling Tian swordsmen all mourned in their hearts, as if thinking of their comrades who died in battle, their brothers who passed away.

Thousands of flying swords uttered bursts of low-pitched sword sounds that seemed to be crying softly.

After a long time, in the yard, Xiaoya whispered: "Senior brother, Chen Xiang, before Ruxue and Xiaoqing left that day, I asked me to give you these two things, saying that you are back, and seeing things is like seeing people." ..."

After finishing speaking, he tossed his little hand, and the two jade bottles flew towards Sun Hao.

Sun Hao closed his eyes tightly, but very accurately, he stretched out his hands, one on the left and one on the right, and each grabbed a jade bottle accurately.

Sweeping away from the jade bottle of spiritual consciousness, Sun Hao couldn't help feeling sad.

Each jade bottle contained a drop of bright red blood.

Sun Hao's spiritual sense swept over him, and he felt familiar and warm in an instant, as if he saw Ji Ruxue and Xiaoqing standing in front of him.

This is their undying blood.

The immortal blood condensed on Langlin Island can never freeze, but with the fall of the owner of the two drops of blood, now, the two drops of blood in the jade bottle in Sun Hao's hand can only do It is to record the deep feelings of longing and dependence on Sun Hao.

Sun Hao opened his eyes again, staring fixedly at the jade bottle in his hand, the blood in his hand, and gently stroking his palms, as if he was stroking their hair.

The jade bottle seemed to glow and heat up after being touched, Sun Hao raised his head to the sky and let out a mournful cry, the sound shook the nine heavens.

The two jade bottles shattered with a bang, and two drops of blood fell into Sun Hao's palm, quickly dipped into Sun Hao's palm, and burrowed into Sun Hao's heart.

Sun Hao murmured: "Although I can't save you, I can give you a home. I hope your immortal blood can accompany me for the rest of my life..."

It's just that Sun Hao's words haven't finished yet.

The two drops of immortal blood that entered the body suddenly changed.

Ruxue's undead blood was unexpectedly uncontrollable by Sun Hao, and quickly penetrated into Sun Hao's dantian. Sun Hao didn't stop it, but watched silently as it quickly rushed to the top of the Xumi Ning Kong Pagoda , with a pop, it hit the top of the Xumi Condensing Tower, quickly turned into a small dot, and disappeared on the tower.

And Sun Hao, who hadn't felt any sense of the Xumi Ningkong Pagoda after ascension, suddenly saw the small hut in the Xumi Ningkong Pagoda, and saw the two tombs beside the small hut.

Sun Hao was stunned for a moment, not knowing what this meant.

Ji Ruxue's undead blood fell from the sky and landed on the mound of smoke, and the mist rose up like smoke. In the smoke, the figures of Yun Ziyan and Ji Ruxue emerged at the same time. They smiled lightly and moved in the same way. He bowed slightly to Sun Hao, as if saying goodbye.

The bodies that were getting farther and farther away slowly merged together in the smoke, and finally turned into a round of bright moon in the sky. Under the bright moon, there was a high and pure white mountain peak of Guiyi Xianshan, and there, Sun Hao saw When he arrived at himself, he hugged Yun Ziyan who was snuggling up to him tightly, looked up at the bright moon obsessively, and a tear dripped quietly from his face.

Boundless sorrow and endless pain dripped into Sun Hao's heart from this drop of tears.

Amid endless grief, Sun Hao instantly understood that Ruxue was Ziyan's reincarnated body.

Sun Hao also instantly understood why his first stop after ascension would be Bianhuang Gusai, because Ziyan was waiting for him there.

But why didn't I understand it until now?

Why, Ruxue and Ziyan have similar personalities, but I always forget to think about reincarnation?

Why? I remember that I seemed to feel that Ruxue was extraordinarily different, but why didn't I think it through?

Purple smoke, like snow.

Like snow, purple smoke.

The two cold faces gradually merged in Sun Hao's mind.

Under the bright moon, Sun Hao, who was embracing Ziyan, shed a tear, and at the same time, a tear rolled from the corner of Sun Hao's eye above Ling Tian Jianfeng.

However, after the teardrop rolled down, it seemed to drop into the void in an instant, and disappeared into the air without leaving any traces.

Unknowingly, Sun Hao called softly: "Ziyan, Ruxue; Ruxue, Ziyan..."

...

At the moment when Sun Hao's tears fell and he entered the void.

On Guiyi Xianshan, on the top of the white and holy mountain, there seems to be a white light flashing.

A drop of tears suddenly appeared faintly on the top of the fairy mountain.

After the soft light bloomed, it disappeared in an instant.

However, within the Guiyi Immortal Mountain, there were hundreds of thousands of monks, and instantly felt a deep sadness shrouded in their hearts, and they couldn't help but think of their relatives and friends who had passed away, and tears burst out of their eyes involuntarily.

On the entire fairy mountain, the sound of mourning rang out.

Brother Gui Yizong wiped away the tears from his face while feeling shocked.

Soon, many monks discovered the changes in the top of Guiyi, and remembered a long, long time ago, the legendary past, many monks couldn't help but knelt down and worshiped.

Return to the tears of agarwood.

The grief didn't stop there.

In a way that monks in the Tianling Continent could not detect, in the next three months, grief spread to every corner of the continent. On the continent, no matter the monks or mortals, there was sadness in their hearts, as if blood and tears fell from the sky , Even the sky is weeping.

ten years.

For a whole ten years, Guiyi Chenxiang's tears have been exuding deep sorrow, affecting the entire continent.

Later generations called it "Ten Years of Sorrows".

The entire Tianling Continent recalled the influential figures from many years ago. The Continent was shocked. What a powerful figure. His own grief could make the Continent feel the same. For ten years, Master Chen Xiang has reached nowhere in his cultivation.

And what makes Continent even more frightened is how sad it is to make an adult mourn to such an extent that it moves both worlds.

Within Ling Tian Sword Sect, all the monks could feel Lord Chen Xiang's sorrow.

A kind of deep sadness that I can't see you, Yin and Yang are separated from each other. At the same time, in the hearts of all Ling Tian swordsmen, they can clearly feel the deep anger suppressed by Lord Chen Xiang.

An extremely strong anger, amidst grief, soared into the sky.

Sad and angry, angry to fight.

Sword Ancestor Ling Tian said leisurely: "If you can't let it go, this will be a shocking calamity..."

Sun Hao himself could also feel that under the sky, there seemed to be eyes looking at him coldly, waiting for him to go down according to the established pattern, waiting for himself to be rescued.

Sun Hao took a deep breath, picked up the teacup on the stone table, and gently drank the clear tea in the teacup in one gulp. When the teacup was put down, he said firmly: "If you don't take revenge, your Dao heart will be damaged. He shocked the sky, and I rushed to the crown spontaneously..."

Sword Qi soared into the sky, and Sun Hao roared like a wounded beast: "I will not avenge this revenge, I swear I will not be a human being." (To be continued~^~)