Chapter 289
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It was his fault.
He owed that person too much.
Before the Dao dissipated, someone barged into the peach forest.
He raised his head with difficulty, wanting to know if it was the person he had been thinking about all these years.
Not really.
Right? Fang was just a young man who had barged in by chance. He looked young and carried a huge sword on his back. He was also a sword cultivator.
After discovering him, he hurriedly wanted to save him, but he didn't know where to start.
He told the young man not to be busy anymore. Life and death? He knew that he had a life.
He asked the young man what had happened in the outside world.
The young man followed? Back then, during the battle of the pagoda, he talked about what happened in the world after the battle. So ten years had passed in the outside world? Years.
These ten years? In these years, the Dao demons returned to peace. The Demon Lord disappeared, and the world was peaceful.
But he didn't hear any news from the person he wanted to hear the most.
He didn't take in any disciples in his life, nor did he leave any inheritance.
But in the end, he taught the young man what he had learned? His many sword techniques? Only right? Fang did something for him.
Pass a message.
He said to the man, "Yes?" I can't afford it. "
Qiyun Jun coughed up blood and was expressionless. He took out a spirit sword and held it in his hand.
He couldn't retreat from this battle.
The Demon Lord curled his lips and looked at him with a cold smile. Just as he was about to fight again, he suddenly felt something and turned to look at the distant mountains.
He saw a white-robed, white-haired man in the black fog in midair.
Like a white butterfly with broken wings, he flew towards Liuming? The mountain fell.
His pupils constricted.
"Master!"
The fluttering darkness came from? It condensed behind him.
He completely ignored the dangers around him and the sword light behind him and flew towards Liuming? The mountain flew away.
…
Ye Yunlan fainted.
It was the Heaven Demon King who knocked him out.
He was tainted by the aura of the demon. Some strange whispers repeatedly sounded in his ears, causing his dream to turn upside down. It was as if he was walking in a sea of blood. It was as if he had returned to the wedding banquet back then. He held a sharp blade dipped in poison and stabbed it into the Demon Lord's abdomen. Black blood stained his hand.
But he suddenly felt a burning sensation in his body. A warm current flowed through his blood and dispelled the demonic thoughts.
He opened his eyes?
Golden eyes? His eyes were as bright as the sun. Helan Ze, who was watching over him, was shocked.
"Junior Brother Ye, you're awake —"
Helan Ze wanted to help him up, but he waved his hand away. Fang's hand was observing the surroundings.
He was now in a tent.
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