Kowloon pull coffin

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Having a reputation will only make him more unscrupulous.

Some things are unbearable. Once there is tolerance at the beginning, it will cause trouble and burn yourself, and you will never be able to get rid of it.

Murong Yuanrui closed his eyes and meditated, ten thousand thoughts flashed through his mind.

Unfortunately, all these thoughts were finally cut off by the Ziying sword in his hand.

The Ziying sword was given to him by the Jade Emperor, and the position of the Patriarch of Immortal Dao was also passed on to her by the Jade Emperor.

Now that the Jade Emperor has taken the form of Xiyi and returned with the heaven and the earth, as long as she is still alive, she must devote herself to the immortal way and die.

Not afraid of death, do you still care about fame?

After convincing himself, Murong Yuanrui let out a long sigh and slowly opened his eyes.

At this moment, there was a wave of spiritual thoughts outside the door, and the jade girl asked to see her.

"Come in." Murong Yuanrui said lightly.

"My lord, Xie Lan, the patriarch of the demonic way, is visiting." Yu Nu said.

Hearing this name again, Murong Yuanrui's heart stirred again.

Almost all of the [-] thoughts that the Ziying sword cut were related to this name.

The first time I saw the Nine Dragon Grottoes, the Sansheng Stone became a bond.

Thanks to Empress Jiuyou's calculations, every encounter since then will make her affection a little bit worse.

Until returning to the ruins, she proved to be Tianzun, and after the battle of Xingtian, she completely cut off the cause and effect of love.

I thought that if the relationship was broken, there would be no more thoughts about him.However, during the past few days in seclusion, the disturbed mood caused by marrying Haotian aroused her already annihilated love.

This situation is hard to break, and this person will never forget it.

"What is he doing?"

"congratulate."

"Oh."

Congratulating, Murong Yuanrui felt a pain in his heart, and a self-deprecating smile formed on the corner of his mouth.

Does he even come to see his own jokes?

Then do as he pleases, it just so happens that you can also let yourself die.Perhaps in his eyes, he has become the enemy of life and death, so he doesn't care about the old love.

"You tell him to wait for me at Yuntai Yushu." Murong Yuanrui said.

……

Kunlun Yushu, the fairy voice sings by itself, but the voice is already a little hoarse and obscure.

Murong Yuanrui said that Yushu was born with flawless white walls, and its color changes every 8000 years.

When they all turn dark green, they will no longer be able to play fairy sounds, and the jade will be old at that time.

Now the color of yushu is getting darker.

I looked at Yushu in a daze, and my mood was completely immersed in the scene of meeting her last time here.

It turns out that Murong Yuanrui has become a scar in my heart, which can no longer be erased.

When the broken mirror is still reunited, how can the ancestors of the devil and the immortals have any room for change?

Thinking of this, my heart became more and more bitter.

I can't make any promises to her, and neither can she.

We are all driven by fate, bid farewell to love, and face each other to kill each other.

At the same time, they are persecuted, and so are the concubines.

Murong Yuanrui chose to meet me here, probably with the same feelings.

This feeling can be treated as a recollection, but it was lost at the time.

Just when I was confused and trapped by love, I realized that someone came here behind me.

Turning around, she saw that it was her.

I was wearing the white neon dress I wore when I came to see Yushu with me a long time ago.At that time, she was just a fairy of Kunlun, and I was still Jiang Xueyang's nominal disciple.

I turned around and looked at her, and she looked at me, the moonlight shining on the Kunlun Cliff.

The beautiful fairy figure is every man's dream, and it's no wonder Haotian will never forget her.

Yanhua's eyebrows are straight, but Murong's are far away, not sharp, but not out of style.

Although the pupils of the two are black and white, there is a big difference.Yuhua's looks like a cold star, while Murong's looks like Qiushui.

Murong Yuanrui probably came with a bit of hatred, while Qiu Shui came with a bit of chill.

However, in our speechless gaze, her hatred disappeared without a trace, leaving only a faint sadness.

I took off the sword pouch on my back and took out the Immortal Killing Sword that was broken in two.

"The Killing Immortal Sword is broken." I said.

Murong Yuanrui took the Broken Sword, looked at it, and said: "The frame of the sword is destroyed, you take the Immortal Killing Sword I gave you to test the sword?"

"Hmm." I nodded.

"Looks like you got another good sword."

"Xu Fu gave me the Chunjun Sword as my reward for helping Xie Yun get the Chi You Demon Sword."

"Hehe, you never cherish my things." Murong Yuanrui said with a self-deprecating smile.

After finishing speaking, he raised his hand, and the Immortal Killing Sword that had been broken into two pieces turned into two cold lights and shot at the Kunlun sword.

Returning the sword to Qingshan can be regarded as giving this immortal sword a home.

After hearing that Jian Wuhen had died, Taiyi Immortal Venerable decided to stay in seclusion, and there was no need to return the Killing Immortal Sword to him.

"What else do you want to do today besides returning the sword?"

"Congratulations."