Yin Feng is guarding Qingshan, a great thing in Tongtian Realm, and the main formation of Tongtian Killing Formation. It is an amazing existence.

But no matter how great an existence is, once it dies, there is only one corpse left.

If its corpse can still be maintained.

The dead Yin Feng was covered with frost, like a pheasant or pheasant just picked out of the snow pile, but her tail was a little longer.

In the mouths of those diners, now it is just ingredients that can be used for stewing soup or deep-fried.

The middle-aged man ignored the diners and continued to walk forward. Annoying voices of inquiries and unwillingness came from behind him.

Those voices turned into discussions about the current world situation, from the marriage between the Dukes in Chaoge City, to the new reconstruction of Shangzhou City, and even mentioned a few things in the world of cultivation.

"I want to inquire about someone." At some point, the middle-aged man walked back to the food shop door and looked at the merchants and asked.

A businessman looked at the middle-aged man and said with a smile: "Take the pheasant in your hand for exchange?"

The middle-aged man said, "You can't eat, you will die."

The Shang Shang was so angry that he laughed and said, "The monks in Guocheng Temple dare to eat meat secretly, why can't we eat it?"

Another businessman saw that the middle-aged man was very arrogant and obviously not an ordinary hunter, so he smoothed out and said, "I don't know what you are going to ask about?"

"My name is Xilai..."

Before the middle-aged man finished speaking, the merchant in front laughed and said, "Where did this come from the fake name? This is Dongyidao. Don't anyone who comes here come from the west?"

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Middle-aged people are indeed called Xilai.

Yes, he is the West Sea Sword God who has been away from Chaotian Continent for more than a hundred years.

In that distant foreign continent, he was the chief swordsman of the church.

He never made a sword for the church because it was not worth it.

Until a few days ago, he found that the bulging sea suddenly fell, and knew that something big had happened in Chaotian Continent, and suddenly he was moved to return home.

On the sea on his way home, he met Yin Feng who had just died. For some reason, he used his great power to seal the Yin Feng's body, and did not let it dissipate between heaven and earth.

What is puzzling is that several merchants in the food shop did not die.

He went to a sect in Dongyidao and easily found out what happened in Chaotian Continent.

He was not interested in those major events that shocked the world, whether it was Taiping Zhenren's ambition, Bai Zhenren's ambition, the fooled immortals, or the feat of the last practitioners to reclaim the sea.

He only cares about where Jing Jiu went.

This time he returned, he was going to try the sword with Jing Jiu, but the other party suddenly disappeared. How could this be done?

He left Dongyidao and began to look for Jing Jiu in Chaotian Continent. He held the Yin Phoenix in his hand, looking like a lonely hunter who was leaving Jingbei Township.

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The West Sea Sword God was the most powerful practitioner in Chaotian Continent back then. Compared with his master, Kirishima Ancestor Nanqi, it was similar.

If it weren't for Liu Ci's serious injury with the sword of all things, how could he have left Chaotian Continent so easily?

After more than a hundred years, he returned to Chaotian Continent again, not knowing what kind of state he had reached.

Zhao Layue didn't know that there was such a strong man looking for Jing Jiu, and she was still looking for a way to wake up.

After leaving Juye City, she went to the Sanki Hospital outside Ohara City.

The masters in the nunnery watched her arrive and quickly retreated the formation, and their eyes didn't even dare to look at her.

When she came to the corridor where the morning light disappeared, she walked into the round window meditation room, and she put Jing Jiu next to Bai Zao.

The silk was about to dissipate in those days, and Bai Zao's face was revealed, and it was still as beautiful and charming as it used to be.

Zhao Layue looked at that face for a long time and felt inexplicable emotions in her heart, even if she couldn't figure it out.

More than a hundred years have passed since the Battle of Chaoge City, but it is just a moment for her, right?

She reached out and grabbed her messy short hair covered in dust, no longer thought about these things, took off Jing Jiu's clothes roughly, looked at the wound on her waist for a moment, and reached out to take silk from Bai Zao's face for a few days.

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That night, she finished her work, stepped over the round window and came to the lakeside, reached into the lake and washed carefully.

Qing'er waved her transparent wings and stopped on a branch by the lake, looking at her and said, "Are you sure this is useful?"

Zhao Layue was silent for a while and said, "If cause and effect are lines, maybe they can be connected?"

Qing'er said: "You know that's not the case, and should you wash your hands before sewing it, instead of washing it at this time?"

Zhao Layue waved her hand impatiently and said, "I didn't know anything like the female red ones, just sew it casually. Do you want to expect me to look so good?"

Qing'er knew that she was in a bad mood and wanted to make her happy when she said washing her hands. She sighed quietly and flew into the meditation room.

She had seen Jing Jiu's situation, and it was indeed different from the time she slept in Chaoge City. Her soul could not be extradited to the Qingtianjian, and she could not find any way in the Qingtianjian.

Suddenly, the sound of falling into the water came from outside the window. Qing'er turned around and saw Zhao roaring into the lake.

Of course she didn't want to commit suicide.

A powerful kendo man at the peak of the sea could not do it even if he wanted to be drowned by the lake. Even if that lake was Bihu.

Zhao twelfth lunar month took a shower carefully in the lake, especially his hair was washed very carefully.

Then she sat on the stone bench by the lake with her knees in her arms for the whole night.

The next morning, she walked into the meditation room and confirmed that Jing Jiu showed no sign of waking up. She said to Qing'er: "Please inform Qingshan that we are going back and send someone to pick him up."

Qing'er noticed that her eyes were a little red, she obviously cried, and didn't dare to say anything, so she flapped her wings and flew out of the window.

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The middle-aged man carried the dead Yin Feng and walked on Chaotian Continent while calculating Jing Jiu's whereabouts.

When he walked outside Chaoge City, he looked at the wild flowers on the ground and understood Jing Jiu's current situation.

The one who could solve the problem was in the snowfield, so he headed to the snowfield and happened to pass by Ohara Castle.

There were traces of blue birds flying in the sky. He looked up and said, "So it's here."

Following the stream to the end, he walked into the temple and saw the lonely grave. He didn't understand why a mortal was buried here.

The formation of the Three Thousand Hospitals naturally produced a sense of induction, and countless breaths were emitted from the flowers and trees by the lake to the bluestone in front of the bridge.

However, those auras failed to touch his body at all and were all cut into pieces.

Zhao Layue appeared on the other side of the bridge, looking at the middle-aged man's figure, his expression changed slightly, he tore off a piece of sleeve, tied his hair a little, and walked up the bridge.
Chapter completed!