The Sword Immortal was My Ex-Boyfriend

As the sound of chanting came, Su Qinglian's expression changed. She seemed to have communicated with someone for a while, and then hurriedly said behind Ran Shu, "It's Confucianism!"

"Confucianism?" Ran Shu frowned: "Aren't they never born?"

"No," Su Qinglian frowned: "Five thousand years ago, when the Dao of Heaven descended into a calamity, Confucianism was born."

Different from the five sects of Tianjian Sect, Xingyun Sect, Huanyin Palace, Hehuan Palace, and Yijian Sect that rose later, the three sects of Confucianism, Taoism, and Zen are sects that rely on the beliefs of the secular world to form spiritual veins. The more active the sects are in the world, the less they need to be born in the world of self-cultivation, and they can have their own unique resources. The Confucian sect has been admired by the kings of all dynasties in the world, and it has been prosperous since the Han Dynasty, so it belongs to the most isolated sect among the three sects in the world of self-cultivation.

Ran Shu pondered for a moment, then frowned and said, "It's okay if Confucianism comes, I have already made a book for Taoism and Zen."

"Will Taoist Zen...will take care of this matter?" Su Qinglian hesitated, Ran Shu sneered: "Now they can't help. If you don't bring Ran Yan to the mountains and rivers, the cultivation world will not last for ten years. I have to see Taoism. Zen Zongzong can't help with this!"

"But, on the master's side..." Su Qinglian showed a hesitant look, Ran Shu looked at the slaughtering crowd, and said coldly, "If he insists on helping Su Qingyi, then he is not your master. You are not just trying to kill Su Qingyi. ?"

Hearing this, Su Qinglian turned cold.

"You're right," she watched Su Qingyi's body burst out again and again, shook the disciples away, and said slowly, "I can't do anything, I just want to kill Su Qingyi."

As soon as the words fell, Su Qinglian rushed over. Su Qingyi saw a black shadow like a leopard rushing towards him. She subconsciously turned over and retreated three feet to see that it was Su Qinglian. Finally, she couldn't help but say, "Why are you still alive?!"

"Why?" Su Qinglian smiled, the snake-headed whip quickly attacked Su Qingyi, Su Qingyi blocked the surrounding disciples with Wudao and formation, and blocked Su Qinglian's whip with a rapier, listening to the other side: "This is You can't handle it."

"System!!" Su Qingyi collapsed a little, desperately calling out to the system: "How did she survive?"

"Damn it, I'm also investigating!" The system excitedly said, "You should have killed her in the beginning of the data analysis."

"I have a question," Su Qingyi said while fighting Su Qinglian, "Is this book a hole?"

"Yes... Right." The system stammered: "It's just the last few chapters..."

"What role does Su Qinglian play in the end?" Su Qingyi frowned, and said systematically, "Saint of the Demon Race..."

"How did she become a saint? What's her nirvana?" Su Qingyi's brows became deeper and deeper. Su Qinglian's style of play is that of a complete demon. Now that these people suddenly jumped out to have a bloodline, she is not surprised at all. What she is curious about is how Su Qinglian, whose primordial spirit was crushed, survived.

The system was about to cry: "I didn't say it! In the book, Mo Yun knew from Qin Zichen that she killed Su Qingyi, so she abandoned her, and then she was picked up by Xie Hantan, and she vowed to kill Tianjianzong to kill Mo Yunhe. Qin Zichen, he made breakthroughs all the way later, and grew up against the sky..."

"Will she die?" Su Qingyi watched Su Qinglian's faster and faster movements while observing Ran Shu.

"She should have died!" The system shouted, Su Qingyi knew that the system was useless.

Ran Shu didn't move, she didn't seem to want to do anything at all, quietly watching Su Qinglian and Su Qingyi. Su Qingyi knew that she was waiting for an opportunity to kill with one hit.

She secretly guarded Ran Shu, and Su Qinglian saw her intention and said to Ran Shu, "Ran Shu, what are you waiting for, let's go together!"

Ran Shu glanced at Su Qinglian lightly, as if she did not intend to agree to her invitation. Su Qingyi deliberately showed a relieved expression, that is, at that moment, Ran Shu moved!

A formation suddenly appeared at Su Qingyi's feet, showing that she had been prepared for a long time. Fortunately, Su Qingyi had already made preparations, and another formation in his hand just collided! It was at that moment that Ran Shu suddenly rushed into the battle!

Su Qingyi faced two high-level cultivators and countless ordinary disciples at the same time. Rao was a big realm higher, but it was a bit difficult. After struggling for a while, the ground began to tremble to guide the girl!

Su Qingyi turned back and saw the cold pool spring water tumbling. It turned out that Qin Zichen's restoration of the sea of ​​consciousness was about to be completed!

Seeing this posture, Ninghua had originally let Xuanhua, and started to rush towards Qin Zichen desperately. Xuanhua was shocked by her, and the Ningguang sword slid across his palm, blood dripped on the barrier, and her whole body was covered with blood. Huaguang skyrocketed and slashed towards the barrier with a sword! Su Qingyi's eyes were tearing apart, she shouted loudly, and without thinking about anything, she rushed towards the man in the middle of the cold pool.

Su Qinglian's long whip and Ran Shu's formation attacked Su Qingyi at the same time. The huge force hit her at Qin Zichen. She hugged Qin Zichen and felt that the cultivator's sword qi was rushing straight in during the tribulation period. A beam of Huaguang rushed forward, protecting Su and Qin within Huaguang. After hearing a phoenix cry, a teleportation formation appeared out of nowhere in the sky. The white-clothed monks holding folding fans instantly turned over and came to Su Qingyi. After turning around, the folding fans in their hands opened with a "swoosh", forming a ray of light. The wall blocked the disciples who rushed up from the holy mountain from the wall of light.

Su Qingyi hugged Qin Zichen, whose eyes were still tightly closed, and raised her head in a daze, she saw the folding fans in the hands of the monks in feather crowns and white robes flying, leading towards the crowd with beams of bright light.

These Huaguang have golden holy air, gentle and elegant.

Su Qingyi turned back subconsciously, and saw the weeds behind him, a handsome man wearing a crane cloak and a phoenix standing on his shoulders with a folding fan in his hands, looking at Ninghua with indifference.

"Confucianism?"

"It's Confucianism!"

Some people in the crowd recognized the symbol of Confucianism, which has always existed in the legendary sect, but has never disappeared from the mouths of other sects.

One group of Confucian disciples formed a large formation, and the other group jumped out of the formation, holding a fan in one hand and holding a single hand behind them, and said indifferently: "Confucian disciples protect the Dao, if they dare to step forward, they will be executed!"

All the disciples stopped moving for a while, and looked at Ran Shu, who was beside her. Ran Shu's complexion changed and changed, Hua Xiangrong stood beside her with a cold smile, and said angrily: "My Hehuan Palace is also a big faction, are you afraid? Are you a Confucian?! Go!"

As soon as the words fell, Ran Shu made a decision, and said coldly: "If you can't capture Ran Yan alive today, you will have no chance in the future. Inform other sects to reinforce, not to mention the Confucian sect coming today, that is, the Protoss. Can't stop me!"

After Hua Xiangrong gave the order again, the disciples of Hehuan Palace rushed up. The disciples of Confucianism did not change their expressions. They rushed into the crowd like a crane, and the small fan in their hands was like a knife. Fight with the disciples of Hehuan Palace.

Su Qingyi soaked in Lingtan, and her wounds healed instantly. She didn't dare to occupy Lingtan's resources, so she hurriedly jumped out of Lingtan, saw Ran Shu standing outside, and said coldly, "I said earlier, If I see you again, I will never die."

With a turn in Ran Shu's hand, it turned into sharp claws, and a magic circle appeared at her feet, she said indifferently: "Then come."

Without a word, Su Qingyi rushed out of the Confucian Sect's formation. A heavy sword charged straight at Ran Shu. Ran Shu and Su Qinglian shouted, "I'll do it myself!" and then rushed towards Su Qingyi!

The sharp claws and the heavy sword collided fiercely, and the formation peaks of the two collided. Their gazes seemed to be slashing at each other. Ran Shu said indifferently, "I've been waiting for this day for many years."

"I've always wanted to know," her sharp claws were full of demonic aura, and one claw and one claw slammed hard at Su Qingyi. Su Qingyi took the heavy sword, cut it into Siqin, collided with the sharp claws, and used it every time. Ten percent of the strength, getting faster and faster, more and more ruthless Korean entertainment part-time idols. The other party also showed an unending momentum, gritted his teeth and said, "Between you and me, who is stronger in the end!"

The formations collided together, and a huge brilliance burst out. The low-level disciple immediately jumped away, leaving a battlefield for the two of them alone.

When Su Qingyi and Ran Shu were fighting, Ning Hua stared at the black-clothed man who had just appeared beside Hantan.

This man is strong, strong.

The cultivation level of the tribulation period is completely different from Xuan Hua. He looked at her quietly and said indifferently: "Ninghua, in the heart demon tribulation, how are you doing?"

Something flashed in Ninghua's mind, and she frowned: "Who are you?"

The person on the other side raised his mouth slightly, turned his head and said to the little phoenix who was only the size of an apple next to him: "She's stupid, isn't she happy?"

"Tweet." The little phoenix let out a dissatisfied voice, the man sighed, Xuan Hua looked at the man's face and the little phoenix next to him, and said with red eyes, "She...she..."

"Fenghun, who has been raised for more than a thousand years," Qin Shuwen smiled, with a bit of bitterness in his smile: "Finally, it has grown so big. Your Protoss is really difficult to raise..."

"啾啾." The little phoenix pecked Qin Shuwen's ear, Qin Shuwen said with some distress: "Okay, let's not talk about you."

"Who are you?" Ninghua interrupted them, raised his sword, and trembled, "Who are you?!"

"Me?" Qin Shuwen looked at her and said indifferently: "Probably your enemy. You caused my wife to be dug out of Yuandan and phoenix marrow, and almost lost her soul, forcing me to almost explode my Yuanshen, you Think, who am I?"

"However," Qin Shuwen sneered and laughed: "You probably won't remember it either. You haven't passed away your inner demons, you've lost your mind, and you've lived in your own fantasy world for a thousand years.

"Illusion?" Ninghua said dumbfoundedly, and then roared: "No, it's impossible! I've soared, I've set foot on the road to the immortal, I..."

As she said that, some memories came flooding in, and Ninghua felt a headache. She raised her hand to cover her head, and said with some difficulty: "I have asked for the avenue of longevity, I..."

"Longevity Avenue?" Qin Shuwen sneered: "I'm sorry, you probably won't be able to ask for it in this lifetime. Not every Tao can ascend to immortality, and your master probably didn't tell you."

"My master has soared!" Ninghua raised his head sharply: "Master will not lie to me, it is impossible to lie to me!"

"Your master?" Qin Shuwen raised his hand, and the paper fan drew a circle in the air. A scene of a woman committing suicide appeared in the picture. Ninghua's eyes widened suddenly, and she heard Qin Shuwen say: "After ascending the immortal road, enter the Heart Demon Realm, your master never came out of the Heart Demon Realm, and he killed himself long ago."

"Impossible..." Ninghua shook her head and trembled: "Impossible..."

However, many memories flooded into her mind, and what she lost and remembered seemed to indicate the authenticity of what the person in front of her said.

She embarked on the road to immortality, however, she did not become immortal.

If she became an immortal, how could she still be here now?

If she became an immortal, how could she have been crazy for so many years?

"If it's so easy to go from the upper realm to the lower realm," Qin Shuwen sneered: "Do you think the dragon and phoenix clans will let you spoil their descendants like this? Nianchunhui! With you, I thought I could violate the rules of heaven and the lower realm. ?"

"No...no..." Ninghua trembled, but all the memories poured out. She felt that her cultivation seemed to be disappearing little by little, and she screamed: "Impossible! It's impossible!"

Saying that, she raised her sword and slashed at Qin Zichen, roaring, "You lied to me, you must be trying to lie to me not to kill him!"

Qin Zichen sat in the cold pool, his body emitting a faint light, Qin Shuwen opened the folding fan in his hand, he chanted the incantation softly, the incantation appeared on the pure white folding fan, and then turned into a bright light, rushing towards the sublimation.

As Ninghua greeted these Huaguang, she desperately slashed at Qin Zichen, Ren Huaguang slashed her body, she still rushed forward without hesitation, until a sword slammed through her body.

Holding the sword in the air, she slowly lowered her head and looked at the long sword in her body.

She knew that this sword was made by herself more than 2,000 years ago.

At that time, she was just a cultivator in the late stage of foundation establishment. She raised a child, and the child told her that he wanted a sword.

So she searched for black iron everywhere, and with a poor craftsmanship, knocked out the sword with one hammer at a time.

This sword is so well made.

More than two thousand years later, it is still exactly the same as before.

Years go by, people's hearts change, white horses pass through gaps, and vicissitudes of life.

However, this sword seems to be a kind of obsession, and it has always maintained the appearance of the year, without any change.

All the memories poured out, and she finally remembered them all.

She borrowed his hand to kill Qin Feng, she sent him to Bai Zegu, she let him kill, and she married him.

The good and the bad are pouring in.

As a sword cultivator, you cannot put down your sword. However, when she slowly turned around and saw the calm face of the person holding the sword behind her, she suddenly felt that the sword in her hand was too heavy.

"Xuanhua..."

She murmured.

Xuan Hua pulled out his sword and stabbed it in again. Before Ning Hua could react, Xuan Hua drew his sword and stabbed again. Her stomach was stabbed in a mess, and Xuan Hua's tears slowly fell.

Next to him was Qin Shuwen's chanting of a mantra. His small fan was lightly fanning, and the mantra came out of the fan, as if it brought incredible power. Countless memories were recalled between the two, Xuan Hua's hand trembled slowly, Ning Hua couldn't help smiling, she turned around, trembling hands, and stroked his face.

Xuan Hua stared at her blankly, blood and tears mixed on his face.

"Xuanhua..." She said hoarsely, "I thought my obsession was enough."

"I thought I could hold back."

However, that's all self-deception.

A heart robbery can destroy her so that nothing is left.

In the thousand years in the heart demon calamity, she glimpsed the years after ascension, and insisted on cutting off all love and all affection. What is the end of such a soaring ascension? But she gave herself an invisible shackle and cage, an unending loneliness and despair.

She thought that she didn't care about him, that she had never been tempted, but she understood in those thousand years that in fact, she had already given this heart to this person.

She came out of the inner demon robbery, crazy, and the person in the inner demon robbery became all her obsessions. She only remembered his goodness and all their good years. She deliberately forgets everything she has done, just so as not to face the cruelty of the truth.

However, what has been done will not be erased, and the wounds that have been received will not disappear. When she finally became an ordinary person, she realized how sinful everything she had done was.

She looked at the tears of the young man in front of her, and recalled the year when he was able to build a foundation for more than two thousand years.

That year he stood under the peach blossom tree with the sword she cast for him behind him. When she came out of retreat in front of her cave, she saw him leaning under the peach blossom tree and slowly opened his eyes.

Those eyes are so beautiful, filled with years of mountains and rivers, making her calm heart beat.

That was the first time she realized that the child who had been following her had grown into such a handsome and outstanding man.

At that time, his eyes were clear, full of tenderness and joy. He didn't know the world and the world. At that time, she never had so many distracting thoughts in her heart. She looked at him and just thought, I hope he can have such eyes in his life.

I hope he doesn't have to grow up in his life. Bearing a long sword, walking the world's road, eliminating demons and defending the road, the heart is like a mirror, not stained by fine dust.

However, as time passed, in fact, she had long forgotten her original intention.

She sent him away with tenderness and kindness, hoping that he would learn about this world. However, in those four hundred years, she pursued fame and fortune, and wanted to become famous, and she had already fallen into the world.

At that time, she had lost her mind.

She used her master's words to deceive herself. She knew that her Dao heart had been destroyed, but she was always reluctant to admit it.

Seeing him as bright as the bright moon, she realized her humbleness more and more. So there are distracting thoughts, and they are regarded as attachments. After all, they come to the end and fall into the devil.

Where did she destroy herself in the inner demon?

A long time ago, when she regarded him as a spirit beast in order to protect the position of the head, when she and the heads of various sects ate the phoenix Yuandan and phoenix marrow to improve their cultivation, when she maintained her reputation with all her might, when she and the heads of the sects raised their cultivation base by eating the phoenix essence and phoenix marrow In order to quickly improve her cultivation base, other sects hunted and killed demon cultivators everywhere, and she had already fallen into the devil's way.

If obsession is Dao, then not every Dao is worthy of being favored by the Dao of Heaven and given longevity.

However, she understood it too late, or rather, she always understood, but didn't dare to face it.

There was a dead silence in the eyes of the young man in front of him, with a determination to die together. She trembled and said hoarsely, "Xuanhua, I'm sorry..."

What responded to her was another sword.

"I hate you." He said in pain, "I hate myself too."

"I'm sorry," Ninghua smiled slowly, held his sword, slashed it on his shoulder, and said with difficulty, "Don't hate yourself, it's me, I'm sorry for you."

Saying that, she trembled and knelt down.

Her cultivation will gradually dissipate, her dao heart has been destroyed, her inner demons have disappeared, and she will slowly return to the original point and become a mortal wife.

Xuan Hua watched the person in front of her kneel in front of her, stretched out her hand, placed it on her spine, and slammed her fingers into it. She used the only spiritual power she had to separate the keel that she had deliberately integrated into her own bones, and pulled it out one by one. came out.

It was such an excruciating pain, yet she felt delighted. She was about to snap out a joint, and blood was dripping from her back. However, her face was calm. After taking out all the bones, she held it to Xuan Hua tremblingly, and said in a low voice, "This is, I owe you."

Xuanhua looked at the keel in her hand, and after a while, he stretched out his hand and pressed it on the **** keel.

The keel burst into brilliance, melted into his palm, and melted back into his body little by little. Xuan Hua's face was expressionless, looking at the pale woman in front of him, his eyes were black, and he said coldly, "You owe me, even if you die, it's still not clear."

Ninghua smiled bitterly, and she said, "I know."

"What you gave me is already enough." Recalling how he stood beside him at a young age, pulling her sleeves, her heart was at peace, it was the first time that she was so calm and said slowly: "But I I'm forcing you to give me everything."

"It's my fault." She shivered, picking up his sword, recalling what he said before takeoff.

He said - I curse you, you will never be able to love in your life, but you will not be able to beg for it, and you will never be born!

This is his wish.

She has been bullying and humiliating him all her life and never gave him anything. This was the only wish he had spoken to her for so many years, so she agreed to him.

She cut her flesh and blood with his sword, and the flesh and blood fell piece by piece, as if it was her long memory.

With a low voice and a smile, she opened her mouth slowly: "The year I found you, you were only five years old, and you were very well-behaved. I liked you very much at that time, and thought how could there be such a cute child in this world."

"You've been good-natured since you were young, and you don't want anything. The only thing you told me was that the Taoist boy who envy Ziyang Daojun has a grasshopper. I actually don't know how to make grasshoppers. happy."

"You built your foundation when you were twenty-one years old, and I went out to see you. At that time, I thought you were really handsome. I don't think there is anyone in this world who is more handsome than you."

"When you were twenty-five years old, I took you on snow, and the snow covered your hair and mine. At that time, I thought about growing old with you. But when I realized it, I was afraid, I'm afraid you will ruin my way, I'm afraid you will mess up my heart. So I'll send you away...I'll send you away."

"I'm afraid of you, but I love you." She laughed smugly, cutting off her own flesh and blood with one sword and one sword. Xuan Hua listened quietly with a calm face. Two thousand years later, this matter has finally come to an end.

He watched her flesh and blood fall, and felt that it was not her flesh and blood that fell, but two thousand and one hundred years.

He remembered the past she told. She is good, she is bad, she is his everything for 2,100 years, even if it is hate, it fills all his life.

She finally shaved off the last piece of flesh, revealing **** bones and internal organs. She looked up at him, reaching for her heart.

There was only one last step, and she came to the end.

She stared at him with clear eyes and a gentle face. Just like the Foundation Establishment cultivator 2,000 years ago. At that time, she was not the leader of kendo, she did not establish a sect, and she was not a powerful ancestor who lived in legend.

Her name is Ninghua, and she is just an ordinary monk among the Yunyun monks.

He likes her like this, and what he likes is such an ordinary sublimation.

"Xuanhua," she looked at him quietly, smiled and said, "Two thousand and one hundred years, you are still called Xuanhua, and you still keep this sword, what are you doing?"

"Because," Xuan Hua said hoarsely, "I liked you back then."

"now what?"

"Many years ago," Xuan Hua raised his hand, pointed to his heart, and said slowly, "I was here and erected a tombstone for Ning Hua. She has been dead for many years, many years in my heart."

Ninghua didn't speak, she stared at him blankly. After a long time, she laughed softly and closed her eyes.

Tears fell from her eyes, she wanted to cry so much, but she didn't know how to cry for too long.

She wanted to cry like an ordinary girl, but when she opened her mouth, she found that she couldn't make a sound.

So she finally understood that something was lost and there was no way to go back.

Just like some people leave, there is no way to keep them.

She sighed and said, "Xuanhua..."

At that moment, her hand holding her heart slammed hard, her heart shattered instantly, her body slowly shattered into pieces, she raised her head, looked at the young man standing in front of her with tears in her eyes, and said hoarsely: "Xuan Hua. what……"

The wind swept away her fragments, carrying her sighs that seemed to murmur.

She seemed to have a lot to say, but she didn't continue. Xuan Hua watched the fragments dissipate in the wind, looked at the flesh and blood on the ground, and laughed outrageously.

He staggered to the place where she was kneeling, looked at the flesh and blood, laughed and held the flesh and blood, bit by bit, and swallowed it down.

He laughed while weeping, blood mixed with tears left from the corners of his mouth, but he didn't care.

Two thousand one hundred years, this relationship, whether it is love or hate, whether it is despair or joy, is over.

In such a decisive and tragic way, that man finally freed him.

He no longer hates, he no longer suffers, he is relieved.

But too long a habit made him unable to leave calmly. He bit her flesh and blood, recalling her past.

He couldn't remember her bad, he only remembered those years, when she was alone with him.

Her flesh and blood was bitten by him one by one, and there was finally no trace of her in this world. Xuanhua knelt on the ground dumbfounded and saw something hidden in the clothes she left behind.

Trembling, he pulled back his shirt.

On the lawn, a blood-stained grasshopper lay quietly.

The grasshopper was glowing yellow, and it seemed to have been a long time, a long time ago.

Xuan Hua held up the grasshopper with trembling hands, pressed it tightly on his chest, and cried out.