Ling Chuxi forced her true energy to resist the pressure and looked up, but she didn't see anyone.
Immediately afterwards, she felt a strange feeling sweep over her body, as if there were a pair of eyes observing her very close at hand.
Cold sweat broke out from her forehead. Divine consciousness, it turned out that someone was using divine consciousness to explore herself. She had practiced the divine refining art. Ling Chuxi was no stranger to this feeling. But she never expected that spiritual consciousness could actually
A place so powerful that it exudes such terrifying pressure.
Ling Chuxi didn't dare to move, but her spiritual consciousness was so strong that if the other party wanted to kill her, it would be as easy as squeezing an ant to death.
"Who is this person? Why did he appear suddenly? Is it because of Qing Jue?" Ling Chuxi guessed, feeling unprecedented worries and worries in her heart.
The spiritual consciousness swept across her body and headed towards the Luochen Sword. Ling Chuxi suddenly felt that the subtle connection between her mind and the sword spirit suddenly disappeared, as if it had been completely severed, and her waist
The Luochen sword suddenly lost all its spirituality and became like an ordinary iron sword.
Cangyuan Sword Spirit actually fell into a complete sleep at this moment. Obviously, Cangyuan Sword Spirit was aware of all this, so it cut off the mental connection with Ling Chuxi at this moment.
The divine consciousness stayed on the Luochen Sword for a long time, scanning back and forth. Ling Chuxi felt that this divine consciousness was not directed at Huangfu Qingjue, but at the Luochen Sword. To be more precise,
It's for Cang Yuan Sword Spirit.
While she was nervous, her heart felt inexplicably much more relaxed.
Finally, the spiritual consciousness withdrew, and Ling Chuxi was sweating profusely, feeling like she was surviving a disaster.
After a while, a man in long robes with dancing sleeves appeared above the endless sky, looking down at all the living beings below as if he were the king of the world.
Since they were thousands of feet away, Ling Chuxi seemed to be able to see the sharp light in those eyes. He stared at Ling Chuxi for a long time, as if he was thinking about something.
Suddenly, another shocking aura rose and spread from another direction, which was exactly the direction Huangfu Qingjue left.
The man's eyes disappeared and he chased in the direction of Huangfu Qingjue.
The mountainous silvery snow once again regained its previous peace and tranquility. Several joyful chirpings of birds and beasts could be heard in the forest, and snowflakes, accompanied by ice crystals, once again fell lightly to the ground.
Ling Chuxi's eyes were filled with mist.
It turns out that Huangfu Qingjue left not because of his own identity, but for himself. The person just now must be the reclusive strongman he mentioned, and Huangfu Qingjue left just to distract him.
What does it mean that Huangfu Qingjue lured him away instead of confronting him head-on? It meant that he was not sure of victory and was afraid that he would be in danger, so he could only lure him away.
No matter how much snowflakes covered her hair and shoulders, Ling Chuxi remained motionless and could not calm down for a long time.
After a long time, Ling Chuxi's thoughts returned to reality.
Strength, everything is because his own strength is not enough, otherwise Huangfu Qingjue would not put himself in danger.
Only then did Ling Chuxi deeply understand the meaning of Huangfu Qingjue's words when he left. Before she had strong enough strength, even if she was willing to share everything for him, she would only become a burden to him.
A deep feeling of powerlessness came to my mind, but then came an extremely firm determination.