Chu Xiang lowered his head, and in Jian Xixin's eager gaze, he didn't know what to think.

"Little Sword, Musée, and Yiyun..."

After a moment, he looked up again, and his face was calm. Chu Xiang gave an answer that he had set many years ago, many years ago...

Jian Xixin breathed a sigh of relief, but a hint of disappointment arose in his heart.

"That's it...is very good... Since the captain has planned it long ago... then I'll be relieved..."

With a solemn expression, Jian Xixin instantly relaxed, and said with a smile, as if he had solved some huge problem.

"Don't you feel at ease..."

Chu Xiang looked at Jian Huaxin without saying anything. The god who seemed to be smiling was a little funny...

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Watching Jian Xixin leave, looking at the tall back, Chu Xiang's lips curled up...

"You must, think I still don't understand...it's fine..."

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With his back to Chu Xiang, Jian Xixin's face was soft and dissipated. It was already cold. In the coldness, there was still a strong and unconcealed disappointment.

"After all, you still don't understand, but this is fine..."

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Shenzong, the ritual of merit.

Chu Xiang sat cross-legged in the middle of the stone chamber, and the one sitting opposite him was not the sword spirit Liuyun.

Around them, more than 300 people were spread out in the stars and hidden in the stars in the sky.

Suddenly, more than three hundred powerful ripples of power rose from all over the world, gathered in the sky, and suddenly fell into the center...

Opening my mind, Liuyun and Chu Xiang lit up a rich white light almost at the same time.

And under the white light, the two of them had long hair dispersed and danced wildly...

"Liuyun, tell me whether there is eternal loyalty or eternal love in this world..."

Sitting cross-legged, a large amount of external internal force poured into the dantian, just like a flood drain!

Liuyun's handsome face, which was as sharp as a knife, became more and more angular, giving people an extremely sharp feeling. Chu Xiang's already crystal clear skin became more and more transparent...

Suddenly, the two of them opened their eyes at the same time, and an invisible bridge of jing spirit penetrated each other...

"In this world, there is never eternal loyalty, only yourself, and you will never betray yourself. I don't know whether there is eternal love in this world. If you want the answer, you must find it yourself..."

"Man, sword, unite, one!"

A low shout was heard from the two of them, and their different tones were perfectly integrated!

A stream of light escaped from the body of the flowing clouds, vaguely as if it was in the shape of a sword.

"Peng!"

Chu Xiang's body was so luxurious that his white robe exploded to pieces, revealing a perfect body.

The bright light burst out from the center of the two, like the scorching sun in the summer sky.

The people around him closed their eyes unconsciously, but the internal force slowly flowing away from their bodies was getting faster and faster...

After several hours, the light dissipated and more than 300 people fainted.

In the middle of the stone chamber, there is no Chu Xiang. Some are just a body without life-threatening fluctuations, and a streamlined divine sword hanging in the air...

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"Do you regret it? You even lost your identity as a human being."

"In the swordsman's dictionary, I never regret it."

"No matter how powerful a person is, he will eventually be controlled by fate. He wants to transcend, be a god or become a demon."

"Indeed, no matter how powerful a person is, he will eventually be dominated in the cycle of reincarnation. And I have escaped from this cycle of reincarnation, but I am not a god or a demon."

"A cycle of reincarnation and an era, it should not, nor should it be allowed to appear two me."

"But I am no longer me."

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In the dilapidated temple, a man with an extremely ordinary appearance was faintly blue and black, holding the broken Buddha statue in one hand, barely falling down.

However, the man had an unconcealed smile on his face.

A few steps away, a boy fell in a pool of blood.

The boy still looked so young, about fifteen or sixteen years old, but his long hair was snow-white.

The boy died, and no one could still be resurrected with a dagger on his heart. Even if that dagger looks so simple, it is just like the common use of hunters in the mountains and can only be used to peel and mow grass.

At the same time, a thunder suddenly sounded outside the ruined temple, and heavy rain fell.

"Hahahahahahahahaha..."

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Chapter completed!