Chu Yanshu was slightly stunned when he heard this, his own way?
Taoist Yuheng looked at Sang Luo in his arms and said softly,
"The Tao that exists only for the personal love of children is ultimately too narrow."
As he spoke, a golden lotus appeared in his hand, struck it towards Chu Yanshu, and said softly,
"There are three thousand avenues, but you still lack a true enlightenment."
Chu Yanshu subconsciously wanted to hide, but Jin Lian instantly disappeared between his eyebrows.
He lost consciousness instantly.
The golden light wrapped Chu Yanshu and Sang Luo together and placed them intact under the big chun tree.
On the other hand, Su Changli was afraid of hurting Murong Chuxue and kept a three-point leeway.
But the possessed Murong Chuxue didn't care about this at all, and forced Su Changli back with one killing move of his sword.
Su Changli fell to the ground and spit out a mouthful of blood.
But even if he was injured, he couldn't bear to see Murong Chuxue exhausting her spiritual power for an obsession.
He wanted to get up and stop him, but someone appeared behind him and held his shoulders down.
Su Changli turned his head and looked back, his expression froze when he saw the man's face clearly.
"Master..."
Dao Zun Yuheng is still dressed in plain clothes, just like he did back then.
He sighed slightly,
"Chang Li, it's Master who can't bear with you and makes you suffer."
With his innocent heart, he should have cultivated the great path early and fly to the upper world.
If he hadn't died in the Canglan Sea and failed to arrange the affairs of the Xuanyuan Sect, how could his Taoist heart be damaged and even the Fengli Sword be lost?
Su Changli saw the remaining soul of Taoist Yuheng, his expression was sad, and his thousands of words turned into just one sentence,
"Master, my disciple is incompetent."
Taoist Master Yuheng transferred his spiritual energy into Su Changli's body and said softly,
"No, what you did is good enough."
It was his incompetence that failed to protect the Xuanyuan Sect a thousand years ago, and that he could not repair his Taoist heart a thousand years later.
Su Changli looked at Taoist Yuheng's movements and lowered his eyes slightly.
"Master, I can't help but waste my strength. I don't want to follow the great path in this life. I only want to protect the Xuanyuan Sect and protect the people of Cangwu Realm."
His Taoist heart has collapsed, and he died outside Liudao Mountain a thousand years ago.
What is possible now is Su Changli who exchanged two lives for himself from Yama.
But now Su Changli doesn't want to take the high road again.
"Save Chuxue."
Su Changli said.
Dao Zun Yuheng closed his eyes slightly, and finally let go of Su Changli and walked towards Murong Chuxue, whose eyes were red.
The heaven-defying move, combined with Murong Chuxue's special physique, caused the thunder to begin to gather.
But Murong Chuxue didn't care at all, and just continued to send spiritual power towards the spiritual consciousness.
"First snow."
Murong Chuxue's back stiffened when a familiar voice came from behind.
She slowly turned her head and looked at the man.
Not far away, a young man was dressed in plain clothes, with a cold face, but his eyes were filled with a smile as warm as a spring day. He was the same young man who rescued her from the dead and spent his spiritual energy to heal her.
Like a swordsman.
"Master..."
With a trembling voice, Murong Chuxue ran towards Taoist Yuheng and threw herself into his arms.
"Master, is that you?"
It was his soul breath, and she didn't admit it.
This time, it's not divine consciousness.
Chuxue Sword Master is the best in the world. In the Cangwu Realm and Xuanyuan Sect, no one dares to provoke him. But in the arms of Yuheng Dao Master, he is like a little girl who has been wronged.