my luck is on

Every hundred years, he would watch the same kind of people who had just had their consciousness wiped away. As a bystander, Wu Mingzi deeply hated his own powerlessness, and also deeply hated the Lianjing faction who had their consciousness wiped away.

Has anyone who flipped through the book ever understood the joy and sorrow of a book?
Who was wrong, it should be the fault of human beings...

But I am lucky to meet someone who is willing to cherish me.

It was the first time someone picked it up from under the bookshelf, and then looked through it lovingly.

Although it was the only time in his life, Wu Mingzi was already very satisfied.

That person didn't listen to the rumors outside, he didn't regard himself as a monster, he just read it lovingly, and even sealed his cover with aura.

Even after thousands of years have passed and the dust has withered, the cover is still brand new.

The ink was slowly rendered on the paper, and Wu Mingzi wrote the three characters Yin Yang Xuan continuously.

He broke away from the magic way, and under the protection of Yi Qingfeng and Jin Yan, he hid in the Library Pavilion of the Refining Realm Sect, and lived for years after years, flipping through countless books.

In this life, there are not [-] books, but at least [-] books have been read.

Wu Mingzi smiled wryly, "It's time to end it."

After speaking, Wu Mingzi wrote the fourth word with ink.

study!
The four characters of yin and yang metaphysics were silently written on the cover with a white background.

Wu Mingzi picked up the book, this time no longer put it under the bookcase, closed her eyes and slowly pushed the book into the bookshelf.

At this time, a figure appeared in front of Wu Mingzi.

The next moment, the sword edge passed through Wu Mingzi's chest, and the spiritual power began to disintegrate.

Wu Mingzi showed a genuine expression, and said with a wry smile, "It's you..."

The figure pulled out the sword, closed his eyes and sighed, "Sorry, senior!"

After speaking, the figure walked out of the Library Pavilion.

Leave the dying nameless child, waiting for the arrival of death.

At the same time, Jin Yan and Lu Yang suddenly felt heartache.

One person and one beast in completely different positions all set their gazes in the direction of Zangshu Pavilion.

A horrifying thought flashed through the minds of the two of them, Wu Mingzi died...

The pain in the chest lingered for a long time.

Lu Yang gasped in pain and leaned against the door.

Looking at the Zangshu Pavilion in the distance, which looked nothing out of the ordinary, Lu Yangyu felt vague, and forced his way through the wind and snow.

The wind and snow all over the sky could not calm Lu Yang's anxiety and panic at all.

Lu Yang murmured: "It's going to be fine, he has a thousand years of practice anyway, so it's going to be fine!"

The Zangshu Pavilion, which is close in front of you, is as far away as the cliffs and capes of the sky.

Lu Yang vaguely saw that the door of Zangshu Pavilion was wide open, and his steps became more hurried.

When Lu Yang climbed to the second floor, he found that there was no trace of fighting here, so he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, Lu Yang's face darkened, and the whole Zangshu Pavilion was filled with a compelling spiritual power.

Following the direction of the aura, Lu Yang walked over.

In the shadow of the bookshelf, a familiar figure leaned against the bookshelf.

"senior!"

Seeing what happened to Wu Mingzi, Lu Yang burst into tears.

Immediately, Lu Yang rushed over, hugging Wu Mingzi tightly, a feeling of suffocation welled up in his chest.

Lu Yang never knew that sadness can make people suffocate.

Lu Yang blindly poured his spiritual power into Wu Mingzi's body, as if to keep his primordial spirit.

In an instant, a majestic and gentle spiritual power flowed into Wu Mingzi's body like a hundred rivers and seas.

Seeing Lu Yang coming, Wu Mingzi raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

Lu Yang raised his hand, and a huge Liangyi scroll unfolded.

Wu Mingzi shook his head with a wry smile, coughed, and said, "It's too late... A broken water tank can't hold any water."

As Wu Mingzi said, the aura couldn't stay on him.

Lu Yang was stunned, and asked, "Senior, what happened?"

Inside the Liangyi Juan array, Wu Mingzi's body became transparent, his eyes gradually became slack, and he asked, "Is this the Liangyi Juan?"

Lu Yang nodded with tears streaming down his face, Wu Mingzi stretched out his old and transparent right hand, and lightly pressed Lu Yang's forehead, showing a pale smile.

"It's not in vain, it's really not in vain..."

Wu Mingzi smiled, and closed her eyes peacefully.

"Jin Yan should not encounter any accidents, help... the old man stop him from doing stupid things."

Lu Yang's tears passed through Wu Mingzi's body, and he said, "I will."

Wu Mingzi showed a kind and satisfied smile, exhaled his last breath, and said, "I am very happy, at this last moment, I can still have friends by my side..."

Wumingzi's body became weaker and weaker, and finally turned into spiritual power in the air.

From the extremities, it becomes the dust of the earth.

The body suddenly dispersed, leaving only the thin Taoist robe falling into Lu Yang's arms.

"senior!"

Lu Yang was in pain and wanted to kill someone. Although he had known Wu Mingzi not long ago, he had already regarded Wu Mingzi as another master.

In the cultivation world, the weak eat the strong, but Wu Mingzi can help him wholeheartedly.

Lu Yang has not had time to repay the other party's kindness, but he will be separated from him forever...

Lu Yang's wail resounded through the entire Zangshu Pavilion and swept across the entire Nine Dragons Mountain Range, awakening many people from their dreams.

Resisting the thought of throwing down Wan Jianya, Jin Yan stared at the two uninvited guests in front of him, the anger in his eyes was burning like the ground fire of Zhulong Peak.

Jin Yan was floating in the air, and the killing intent had already surrounded the two people endlessly.

"This is the forbidden area of ​​the Refining Realm Sect. What are you doing here?"

The two of them were wearing Taoist robes of refinement, looked at each other, took out the gate token from their arms, and said respectfully: "Beast Master, master wants us to enter Wanjian Cliff and choose the fairy sword as a magic weapon."

With a stomp of Jin Yan's hoof, a three-foot crack in the ground appeared in front of his eyes.

"One of Wan Jianya's swords cannot be moved. This has been discussed many times!"

The two smiled wryly, and it was exactly what the master said.

One of them took out an emerald green token from his pocket.

Jin Yan looked at the token and roared: "It's wrong! A little disciple dares to use the heaven's order to suppress me!"

Jin Yan was furious, and three golden thunders struck him.

The man didn't panic when he saw the oncoming golden thunder, and with a urge of spiritual power in his hand, the heavenly order emitted a dark green light, blocking the oncoming golden thunder.

Jin Yan thought to himself: "It's been tricked!"

The next moment Cang Tian Ling absorbed the golden thunder, another streak of white light was emitted, which actually trapped the golden flame, making it unable to move at all.

"My lord, I offended you."

The two sneered, ignored Jin Yan who was trapped in the white light, and went to the Wanjian Cliff to guard the sword.

Jin Yan looked at the white light all over him, tried his best to hit it, his inner breath twitched, and he roared angrily.

Listening to Jin Yan's roar, the two of them didn't take it seriously at all.

Seeing that the originally thick and pervasive fog, only the last thin layer of spiritual fog remained.

At this time, a bronze-colored epee descended from the sky, transforming into an earth-colored spirit beast.

The savage wind on the sword swept the two of them several feet away.