"How long has it been?"

It is plain, with a soft voice, floating in the wind, just like an intimate lover, leaning on each other on his shoulders, gently whispering in his ears.

Ask the back mountain of Jianshan.

The place where many elders, core disciples, and direct descendants of the Linmen Sword Sect fell.

At this moment, a man was sitting on the ground with some fragrant grass, leaning against a jade tombstone, leaning gently on the tombstone with his forehead, looking gentle and peaceful.

The breeze blew back and forth on this tombstone hill.

Scroll some fallen leaves behind the hills and circle and fly in the void for a while, but lead them to the distance.

From time to time, beside some stone gaps, you can also see white snow orchids. In the gaps of roads paved by stones, flowers that bloom vigorously, full of attachment to life and desire for growth.

newborn!

A cemetery, rendered by the snow orchids all over the mountains, is like a beautiful picture full of vitality.

“How long has it been?”

The man leaned against the jade tombstone and asked gently, just like a couple in love. After a long separation, he would not feel abrupt even if he placed him in this mountain forest like a painting.

It's like...

He himself should belong here.

It belongs to this cemetery.

"It should be six years."

The man murmured to himself, with a slightly full smile on his face: "To be specific, it should be two thousand two hundred and ninety-six days." As he said, his gentle gaze fell on the jade tombstone he was close to: "You said, I remember right, Xiaoyue?"

Xiaoyue.

On the jade tombstone, there are a few small words clearly written.

"The tomb of my beloved daughter Lin Xiaoyue."

Below, there is also the signature of the erected monument.

It's none other than the current Linmen Sword Sect leader, the demigod Lin Xuri, who is planning to pass the position of sect leader to Long Jinyun.

"Haha... I'll just pretend that if I don't say anything, I'll pretend that I'll have no opinion anyway."

The man in green smiled, and the smile on his face was as gentle as ever.

However, in the softness that seemed to be forcing, a trace of unconcealed bitterness and pain had already appeared faintly.

"Xiaoyue, do you know? A lot has happened in the past six years."

The man in green said, throwing the dark red sword in his hand to his side, as if throwing something that he didn't care about.

If Guang Hanyan, the top ten elite disciple of the Linmen Sword Sect, could be identified here at this time, he would be able to recognize that this sword was the terrifying sword that instantly destroyed the high-level warrior Si Qixing, called the Supreme Demon Sword.

And the man in blue in front of him is not someone else.

It is the current owner of the Supreme Demon Sword, Xuantian Sect.

"I got a sword, and even I don't know whether it is right or wrong, good or bad."

Xuantian Sect said, stretched out his hand gently, wiped a trace of gray on the Qingyu tombstone, with a gentle, serious and careful look.

"But I think it should be a bad thing. When that person gave me this sword, he was not at all kind."

"call."

After blowing a breath, blowing down the gray marks on the green jade tablet, Xuantian Sect corrected his sitting position and leaned his back on the green jade tablet. The feeling was as if he was with his beloved woman, back to back, in this mountain with a large number of snow orchids growing, he was blowing carefree and looking at the blue sky...

It seems like this for a lifetime.

It passed in the blink of an eye.

"But it doesn't matter anymore, it really doesn't matter anymore. What's wrong, what's right, as long as I feel it's wrong, what's wrong is also right. If I feel it's wrong, what's right is also wrong, right is also wrong, right is wrong, right is not?"

Speaking of this, Xuantian Sect stopped.

As he stopped, the whole world seemed to have completely quieted down.

"The only regret is that when I hold this sword, I cannot have resentment, fear, anger, or greed, or greed, otherwise I will become its sword slave, and the consequences are very serious... Well, Xiaoyue, you know, I have always wanted to be a good person. Even if I go to the undercover agent of the Holy Demon Palace and do things that are harmful to the will of heaven, but in my heart, I have never stopped returning to the Linmen Sword Sect's yearning for eliminating demons and guarding the way. Therefore, holding this sword is a supervision of me, you don't have to worry about it."

Xuantian Sect said, his face still smiled slightly, and he was still joking.

However……

The next moment, the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

A silent coldness appeared on his face.

"but……"

"hatred……"

Xuantian Sect said calmly, but no matter how you listened to that tone, it made people feel a sense of creepy from the bottom of their hearts.

"Hate! Yes! Resentment!"

Xuantian Sect raised his head and looked at the blue blue sky and white clouds above his head.

"hatred!"

Suddenly, he raised his right hand and held it hard, as if he wanted to hold the world and all things in the heavens and the earth into pieces in his palm.

“Buzz!”

The Supreme Demon Sword that he casually threw away by the side trembled slightly, making a sound.

"Qin Rou's hatred for death in vain, his hatred for his destruction, his hatred for his destruction of the Xuantian Sect, his hatred for his master's death, his hatred for his grief and abandonment by the Linmen Sword Sect on the Holy Peak, his hatred for his death in the Gap of Purgatory, his hatred for his life-long death in the Supreme Demon Sword, his hatred for his heart and madness! And..."

Xuantian Sect looked at the green jade tablet that was close to him, holding it tightly with his right hand. Even though his fingernails pierced the palm of his palm, his entire right hand became bloody, but there was no change on his face!

"Hate of killing your wife!"

After saying these words, the Xuantian Sect's expression was already a bit ferocious and terrifying.

The supreme magic sword beside him was constantly shaking, and the dark flames were burning from the dark red magic sword, as if they could burn the soul and the void.

"Sizzy!"

Xuantian Sect suddenly waved his hand and touched the words "Tomb of Beloved daughter Lin Xiaoyue" on the Qingyu tombstone.

The next moment, he had already gritted his teeth and quickly engraved the jade tombstone with his bright red blood radiated from his right hand.

Soon, the handwriting on it has changed.

"The tomb of my beloved wife Lin Xiaoyue."

And the signer also became the word Fu Xing.

"I hate it!"

"Entering the Holy Demon Palace, everything is arranged by the Linmen Sword Sect. The source of everything comes from the Linmen Sword Sect! I hate the Holy Demon Palace! I must be cruel in the Holy Demon Palace. Otherwise, how can I steal the position and convey information? But I hate the Linmen Sword Sect even more! I hate you for your success in the end. In order to ensure the great banner of Linmen Sword Sect, I completely abandon me with a depraved reputation. I hate you even more because of the slander of Long Jinyun, the illusion of this illusion of the slander of my entire Xuantian Sect!"

At this moment, Xuantian Sect's face no longer had any dullness and calmness. The smile that had been hanging on his face was completely abandoned by him!

"Hate! Hate! Hate!"

The three words "hate" roared out of Xuantian Sect's mouth.

"This kind of hatred! There is only one way to wash it off!"

At this moment, the supreme magic sword that was thrown aside was violently shaken when he roared out the three words "hate", and a sword roar that swayed the soul suddenly flew out of the ground and instantly appeared in the hands of Xuantian Sect, as if he wanted to follow his sword master loyally and vent the hatred in his heart completely.

The next moment, the glory of the Supreme Demon Sword was raised high and pointed directly at the sky. The dark flames that had already burned were all blooming in an instant, burning the heavens!
Chapter completed!