Of course, what is even more difficult at the moment is not to discuss this issue, but to feel the suction force of the shaking white banner.

The connection between flesh and soul is getting weaker and weaker. Chen Lian couldn't help but feel his flaws in this regard. The flesh and body and soul are not in line with each other, which not only makes it easy for him to leave his body and practice Taoist magical powers such as the Destroying Sword, but also brings great flaws to him.

If his soul and soul are combined and mixed into one, it will never be so easy, and the soul will be pulled out of the flesh.

At this moment, the sandalwood sword on his waist glowed slightly, and a suction force was generated to help Shenqing and refine the pulling force of the soul-summoning white banner on his soul.

At the beginning, Mr. Su said that he accidentally understood the way of refining weapons and remembered them in his heart.

During that time, the Sandalwood Sword became a unique magic weapon. In fact, if it had any special power, it would not be possible.

But the sandalwood sword is like flesh and blood, which can carry the soul of the soul, and the connection between the two is closer than the body of the flesh and body of the flesh.

Because the sandalwood sword itself is like a piece of white paper, when Shen Lian practiced the "Sword Qi of the Existence or No Formation", it was deeply stamped with the mark of Shen Lian himself and became part of Shen Lian.

The boat went downstream and got closer and closer, and the suction force of the white banner gradually increased as the distance approached.

The sandalwood sword was trembling slightly between Shen Lianshi's waist, and it would fly away several times as Shen Lianshi broke out of the shell.

The man in white who sang the sad song of the dead did not seem to notice Chen Lian. It was also a habitual move. The soul fire of the other living beings stumbled into the strange white banner one by one.

When I got closer, Chen Lian realized why this lonely boat was white all over? Because it was a paper boat.

In the pale moonlight, under the lonely lamp, the man in white had no nose, ears, eyes, and feet.

The distance between Chen Lian and the man in white is almost at the closest. If you spend this period, the man in white will go downstream and gradually move farther away. If you can't pass, he may be like other stars and soul fires, throwing into the white banner.

The silence and silence of the serene song was sang in a deep and incomprehensible language.

I have been to meditate and try to visualize the innate god to overcome difficulties.

They were all interrupted by the song.

The suction force of the white banner is getting stronger and stronger, and the sinking and refining is almost impossible to withstand.

He tried his best to pull the last bit with the Sandwood Sword's mind.

The sandalwood sword floated up in the air, carrying the Shenlian soul.

At the same time, flying towards the white banner, but along the way, a mysterious trajectory was drawn, and it was secretly connected to the starting step of "the existence or not of form produces sword energy".

Chen Lian is to use his soul as his sword energy and make his last try.

Only those who have not received orthodox practice will be so bold and reckless, turning their souls into swords, and in the form of "the existence or non-formality generates sword energy", hoping to avoid this strange white banner by disappearing that distance.

He didn't know what would happen after doing this, because he didn't know anything about where and what would happen when the "Sword Aura of No Formation" disappeared.

Even if it is just a starting move of "the existence or not of form produces sword energy", without the internal energy that passes through the meridians, and only uses the soul as the sword, it is unknown whether it can disappear halfway.

Suddenly, the ringtone rang, making Chen Lian feel familiar.

It was the wonderful sound of the bells on the woman in purple silk clothes during the day.

The flowing water stops, the space stagnates, and the deposition almost forgets oneself.

When he came to his senses, it was the moon and the wind that was clear again. There were no paper boats, lonely lamps, white banners and mysterious men in white.

Only the sandalwood sword was stained with water and fell in front of him.

He carefully went to get the sandalwood sword, and touched the water marks on it, and a little blue smoke came out of his hand, and he felt a severe pain.

It was the pain from the soul. Just now, his soul was melted by the water marks on it, which made him feel so severely.

He had never tried to touch the water of this river, but he didn't expect it to be so terrible that it could melt his soul.

It was not until the wind blew the water traces and Chen Lian carefully tried to touch the sandalwood sword, and he was slightly calmer without the previous incident.

But when I bought it, the sandalwood sword became much darker and darker.

Only the mental connection between the two is the same as in the past, and there is no difference.

After buying it, the feeling of flesh and blood blending is still clear.

After this incident, Chen Lian did not continue walking by the river, but stayed away from the river and accelerated his speed.

He has always been cautious in his work. When he found that the river was different before, he shouldn't have been curious about continuing to walk by the river, and meditating on the side at night.

But he ignored these things. Now he thought about it, it seemed that the river had a magic power that made him subconsciously ignore the danger.

After moving away from the river, he rushed to the south, and before sunset the next day, he saw a steep cliff.

The cliff wall is like a knife cutting an axe and chiseling, and sword marks are like a magic sword in the sky.

This kind of shock would never be expressed in words without personal experience.

I don’t know if it is human power, immortal power or nature’s great power, but there is nothing on the top of the cliff, but there is a human figure standing alone.

The purple silk robe wrapped around her body, the breeze blew her clothes, the long hair fluttered, and a strand was on her lips of perfect curve.

Chen Lian thought in his heart: is she a human, a ghost, a fairy, or a demon who transforms into a human.

He could feel the woman looking at him but not speaking.

Of course, the height of a cliff can send the sound down through the mountain wind, but I don’t know what terrifying ability is needed.

The practice of martial arts in the mortal world is already considered a realm of transformation, and I think it is difficult to do it.

But when he could not have imagined that the woman really spoke, and he was sure that the woman on the top of the cliff was talking to him.

At this time, even if it is a distance of hundreds of years, Chen Lian could feel the other person's eyes staring at him.

He may not have forgotten this moment today for a long time. Under the sunset and on the top of the cliff, a beautiful and refined girl looked at him with a distant look without any impurities.

Of course, what Chen Lian didn't expect was the content of the woman's words.

"Whose child is you? Why did you run to Youhe? Didn't your adult tell you that you can't go there?" Chen Lian is already a young man, but he is called a child by a woman of about the same age as him.

He could never imagine that no matter what, but the woman was so natural to speak.

The woman let out another 'eh', and clearly passed through the mountain wind into Chen Lian's ears. Then she said, "You are not from Nanke Town? How could you be the Shenzu Sutra? Oh, it turned out that when it was time to open the mountain gate, the head nephew didn't inform me."
Chapter completed!