The broken body of the Evil Sword Immortal fell from mid-air and turned into two pools of blood. Li Xiaosong opened his mouth and spat out, and four-color flames burst out, instantly evaporating the blood.

This avatar of the fierce and arrogant Sword Demon completely perished.

Liang Yan didn't stop for a moment, stepped lightly in the air with his feet, and came to Gu Zhiyu's side in an instant.

At this time, Gu Zhiyu had been hit by more than a hundred swords all over his body. All the meridians and Dantian in his body were cut off. He was already hopeless.

He could only hold on for a breath. When he saw Liang Yan coming, he actually grinned and said:

"Haha, I originally wanted to return to the sect and live in seclusion after this disaster is over, but it seems that this idea cannot be realized after all."

"Uncle, stop talking, I will definitely take you back to Yungang Sect."

There was a rare look of anxiety on Liang Yan's face. While he was running his Xuan Gong, he was continuously transferring his spiritual power into Gu Zhiyu's body, trying to help him repair his damaged meridians.

"Useless cough cough"

Gu Zhiyu coughed, and a stream of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"I know the extent of my own injuries. Even if you give me all your strength, it won't be of any use."

Gu Zhiyu shook his head, his eyes suddenly became a little wandering.

"Back then, I became obsessed with swordsmanship. In order to reach the legendary Sword Pill Realm, I ignored the opposition of my fellow disciples and went to the Antarctic Immortal Continent. I didn't expect that I would end up here."

"The two biggest regrets I have in this life are that one is that I will not be able to achieve Jianwan in my lifetime, and the other is that I did not do my best when my master was in crisis."

"Uncle."

Liang Yan looked at the seriously injured and dying man in front of him and wanted to say something to comfort him, but found that he didn't know what to say at all.

Perhaps every cultivator will have his or her own regrets in his heart when he finally passes away. As long as he cannot attain enlightenment and become an immortal, he will eventually have to drift in the secular world.

At this moment, Gu Zhiyu's eyes were becoming more and more distracted, and his memory seemed to have returned to the past.

Children aged two or three lay on the shoulders of the old Taoist priest and followed him in babbling.

A child of seven or eight years old urinated in front of the statue of Taozu. He was caught by his master and was beaten severely.

A teenage boy held Master's hand and walked on a long staircase. Master told him that this was called the "Heart-washing Ladder". Climb this long staircase to wash away your ordinary mind and enter the Taoist door.

He began to learn swordsmanship at the age of fifteen, and became a swordsman at the age of forty. From then on, it was smooth sailing. He mastered the sword within two hundred years. In order to pursue a higher realm of swordsmanship, he crossed the Sea of ​​Fallen Souls alone and went to the five continents of the human race.

One Antarctic Fairyland.

I didn’t expect that this departure would last forever!

Gu Zhiyu's eyes became darker and darker, and suddenly his lips slightly opened, he took Liang Yan's hand and said forcefully:

"take me Home"

After saying this last sentence, there was no more light in his eyes, and his whole aura completely disappeared. This Taoist sword cultivator, who had been rare in Nanchui for thousands of years, fell into hell.

Liang Yan looked at Gu Zhiyu's body in silence, with mixed feelings in his heart.

Just a few months ago, the two of them were sitting on the ground in a bamboo forest, drinking wine and discussing swords.

They were so high-spirited at that time that they even made a bet to see who could condense the sword pill first. Unexpectedly, in just a few months, they were separated from each other.

The road to cultivation is extremely difficult. Gu Zhiyu devoted himself to pursuing a higher path, thus leaving the sect that had trained him for hundreds of years. Although he regretted it at the last moment, what was wrong with his life?

Liang Yan shook his head. Everyone's Tao, ideas, and beliefs are different. He can't judge other people's lives, but he can stick to his own path.

No matter how difficult the road of cultivation is, he will go on without hesitation. He will transcend this mortal world and use his sword to carve a path to immortality for himself!

Liang Yan was silent for a moment, stretched out his hand to close Gu Zhiyu's eyes, and then looked at Li Xiaosong on his shoulder.

The civet cat understood immediately, opened its mouth, spit out four-color flames, and cremated Gu Zhiyu's body.

Liang Yan, on the other hand, used a magic trick to collect Gu Zhiyu's ashes into a wooden box, and then put them into his storage bag.

"Don't worry, uncle, I will definitely bring your ashes back to Yungang Sect."

Liang Yan recited something silently in his heart. This is the only thing he can do for Gu Zhiyu now.

After collecting Gu Zhiyu's ashes, Liang Yan raised his hand again and took out the green gourd he just got from his arms.

This gourd, "Xiaojiu" to be precise, is green in color with three auspicious cloud patterns on its surface. It has more than doubled in size. It is no longer the white and clean little bottle it was before.

"Did you eat too much and your face turned blue?"

While Liang Yan was talking to himself, he turned the gourd upside down and shook it, as if he wanted to pour the Taixu Tianluo Fruit out of the gourd's mouth.

However, this wish was destined to fail to come true.

After a long time, Liang Yan gradually accepted the fact that the innate Tao Fruit he had tried so hard to fight for was finally eaten by this bottle.

"You usually eat cave magic weapons, books that seem real and fake, prison monuments, etc., but I won't tell you anything. But now that you've eaten the Taixu Tianluo Fruit, how can we go out!"

Liang Yan glanced at Gourd and said angrily.

After he finished speaking, he waited for a long time, but still didn't get a response from "Xiao Jiu" and didn't see those iconic two eyes. He couldn't help but secretly wonder.

"Could it be that after eating the fruit, I became unable to speak?"

You must know that although Xiao Jiu was like a newborn baby, he could still convey his thoughts to Liang Yan through telepathy with his own.

However, at this moment, no matter how hard Liang Yan tried to connect himself with "Xiao Jiu", he still couldn't get the slightest response from it.

"It's broken. This child is really stupid. He ate the fruit. Am I, Liang Yan, going to be trapped and die here?"

Liang Yan was speechless and couldn't help but grab "Xiao Jiu" and shake it violently.

At this moment, the "Xiao Jiu" in his hand suddenly emitted a stream of cyan glow, and before Liang Yan could react, he was completely sucked into the gourd.

Liang Yan felt like the world was spinning for a while, and the next moment, his feet were on the ground.

He let go of his consciousness and looked around, only to see that he was at the top of a mountain peak, surrounded by rolling mountains, blue sky, green grass, waterfalls, and various beautiful scenery.

Since entering Hades, Liang Yan has not seen such beautiful scenery for more than forty years.

"Is this the internal space of 'Xiaojiu'?"

Liang Yan looked at the surrounding scenery and muttered to himself with some uncertainty.

When "Xiao Jiu" was still the white jade vial, he had also come in, but at that time it was still a vast white chaos, with no scenery at all.

So now after seeing these majestic rolling mountains, Liang Yan couldn't help but feel a little unreal.

At this moment, he suddenly heard a slight noise coming from behind him. He couldn't help but turn around and saw a barefoot boy of about three or four years old wearing a blue bellyband, sitting on a boulder with his fingers biting.

, looking at himself curiously.

For some reason, Liang Yan felt a sense of intimacy the moment he saw this boy. This feeling seemed to come from the slightest connection between him and "Xiao Jiu".

Liang Yan reacted immediately and asked immediately: "Are you 'Xiao Jiu'?"

The barefoot boy did not answer, but jumped down from the boulder and walked straight to Liang Yan's side.

He first closed his eyes and sniffed around Liang Yan with his nose, as if to confirm something, and finally nodded silently.

Then he stretched out a small white hand and pulled the corner of Liang Yan's clothes.

"Can't you speak?"

Liang Yan frowned slightly and stood motionless. However, the boy was very persistent and still pulled hard on his clothes.

"You want to take me somewhere?"

Suddenly, Liang Yan seemed to be able to understand what he meant.

After hearing this, the boy immediately nodded his head like a chicken pecking at rice. At the same time, a vague feeling began to appear in Liang Yan's consciousness, allowing him to gradually understand the feelings of the boy in front of him.

"Let's go!"

Liang Yan didn't say anything more, just stepped forward and followed behind this immature boy.

I saw only two figures, one big and one small, walking down the mountain step by step along the mountain path, and soon they disappeared into the clouds and mist in the mountains.

The longer they spent together, the more clearly Liang Yan was able to sense what the boy in front of him was thinking. By the time he walked down the mountain road, he could occasionally exchange a few words with him.

This boy is indeed the incarnation of "Xiao Jiu". If he was just a newborn baby at the beginning, then now he is a three or four-year-old child who has initially developed spiritual intelligence instead of just relying on instinct to act.

Liang Yan followed him and soon walked into a valley.

This valley looked very ordinary from the outside, but after Liang Yan came in, he just looked up and couldn't look away anymore.

The surrounding peaks were as dark as ink, and the originally smooth stone walls were actually covered with scratches.

These scratches have no rules at all. Some are dozens of feet long, some are only seven feet long, some are deep into the cliff, and some are just shallow scratches.

In mid-air, the infinite sword intent surged back and forth in the valley, making Liang Yan unable to help but feel fear in his heart.

"This is... the mark of swordsmanship?!"

Liang Yan looked at the scratches on the mountain wall. He felt that they were dazzling and uncomfortable, but they were also very tempting. He endured the severe pain in his eyes and kept looking up.

After a long while, I heard Liang Yan sigh softly: "It is indeed a mark of swordsmanship. The so-called glimpse of the leopard in the tube, the peerless glory of Senior Yinglong back then, just this glimpse, is already a thousand times better than Liang's."

He sighed, his expression returned to normal, and he turned to look at the boy.

"I didn't expect that Master Yinglong would actually leave traces of the sword on you. Xiaojiu, you brought me here, do you want me to use you as a sword pouch?"

After hearing this, the boy immediately nodded, with a hint of joy on his face.
To be continued...