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Every minute and every second of time is very precious.

While rummaging through the pile of jade, Shu Xunmo couldn't help looking back to see what happened to Yi Ruoxuan.

He is holding the evil poison and dealing with the four skeletons.

Those four skeletons were not ordinary skeletons, their bones were as hard as iron, glistening, and there seemed to be a layer of spells floating on them, breaking the rigid skeletons to move.I saw Yi Ruoxuan slashing towards the skeleton, but there was a piercing friction sound, and a few sparks were splashed, which made people's back molars hurt.

He didn't see an advantage in fighting alone, but at most he was dealing with those four at the same time, and he didn't have time to take another look at Shu Xunmo next to him.

Shu Xunmo didn't slack off either, and kept searching with both hands in the pile of jade. He searched up and down several times, but still there was no trace of the legendary pan-moon comb.

"Where is it?" Shu Xun and Mo Fei took a quick look at Yi Ruoxuan, who was fighting beside him, feeling a burst of anxiety in his heart.

He thought to himself: Since Ruoxuan said that Panyue combed in this pile of jade, there is a reason for him.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind.

Could it be that the Panyue Comb and this jade...they are the same thing!

Suddenly, a muffled groan came from the ear, and it took a long time to control it before blurting it out.

Looking back, a skeleton's left hand hit Yi Ruoxuan's right shoulder impartially, and traces of blood flowed from the shoulder, staining the skirt of his clothes red.

Shu Xunmo was in a hurry, and was about to stand up and rush over with Duansheng.

"Senior brother, don't come over—seek quickly—" Yi Ruoxuan shouted, his hands were never sloppy, and he got out of the range of the skeleton's attack with one move, and chanted the mantra to strike the ribs of a skeleton with his sword .I don't know how much effort was spent this time, but the seemingly extremely hard bone cracked a trace, accompanied by an extremely slight sound.

Shu Xunmo took a few glances, then buried himself in the search under Yi Ruoxuan's shout.

Suddenly, a jade stone under his hands trembled.

He was startled, the smooth jade slipped out of his palm and fell back into a pile of identical jade.

He thought to himself: "Could it be that this moon comb can sense with people?"

Close your eyes and use your spiritual sense to feel the most unusual feeling in that pile of jade.

Like a single source of light, flickering in the vast and endless night, he tried to catch that faint light with his divine sense.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes.

"Found it!" Shu Xun Mo said.

He held a trembling jade tightly with both hands, with a look of joy on his face.

Unbeknownst to him, behind him, there was a skeleton staring at him covetously. He raised his arm, and was about to deal a fatal blow to Shu Xunmo.

"Brother, be careful behind—"

These were the last words Shu Xunmo heard before he fainted.

...

Shu Xunmo opened his eyes wide, looking at where he was.

In front of him was a majestic hall, tiles paved with glazed tiles and bricks made of white jade. The beautiful fairies are waiting here, and occasionally a few white cranes will run across the sky.

This is where?

"Mo'er, what are you doing in a daze, come to my teacher." A voice shouted beside him.

He looked up suddenly, with uncontrollable shock in his eyes.He only saw a party in white clothes standing in front of him, holding a whisk in his hand, looking gentle and elegant.

"Master?" He called out in disbelief, and when he was about to move, he noticed his body.

He himself was also wearing a white Taoist robe and white boots, and he was weighing the sword in his hand, which was his own broken life.

"Mo'er, did you not wake up this morning?" Yun Yuan asked.

After hearing this, Shu Xunmo knew that Master was blaming him, so he quickly followed his footsteps.

After looking around for a long time, his memory gradually became clear.

I am in memory.

The dream he was dreaming was a trip down the mountain to attend a meeting when he was 15 years old - the Xianmen Grand Ceremony.

When he was 15 years old, the Xianmen Grand Ceremony was held every five years. The Xianjia that hosted this time was Xianyu Palace, and the place where he is now is also the Shanglun Hall in Xianyu Palace.

"Hello, Master Yun." People passing by along the way greeted Master very politely, and followed behind him.

In this world, there are thousands of sects, large and small, and the twelve sects with the most outstanding strength are the leading ones, and they jointly held a kind of grand ceremony—Xianmen Grand Ceremony.

All sects can participate in each grand ceremony, and all sects can compete on stage, and the sects that enter the top three will surely shine.

This time the master brought him.

Shu Xunmo actually didn't want to replay this scene again in his heart, he just wanted to wake up quickly, and He Yiruoxuan escaped from the cave safely.

After taking his seat, Shu Xunmo sat upright on the chair, but his heart was extremely anxious.

"Mo'er, why are you a little impatient today?" Yun Yuan glanced at him and said, "Don't be nervous, just do your best."

"Okay." Shu Xunmo watched the representatives of the sects also take their seats, and concentrated on it. On the surface, he looked unhappy, and tried his best to act like he was 15 years old.

The one sitting at the front is Qiu Lingshu, the head of the Immortal Feather Palace at this grand ceremony.

He sat in the center of the seat, with a cold face, light-colored eyes, sharp corners of the eyes, slightly raised eyebrows, slightly pursed thin lips, and raised pointed chin. He was an aggressive beauty. The white crane is domineering and arrogant.

But the side of his hand made Shu Xunmo somewhat familiar.

A group of furry things were lying there motionless.

In an instant, Qiu Lingshu had a conversation with the heads of the various factions, and would stroke the furry thing from time to time.

The fluffy thing suddenly raised its head and gave a big hatch, revealing two small fangs, very comfortable.

Shu Xunmo's body froze, as if he saw the fox in the Xuan Mansion many years later.

Is it her?

He thought this way: Maybe all the foxes in the world look alike...

After going through this for a long time, under the nagging of various factions, finally ushered in the next content.

That is, the factions compete with each other.

This time the competition is based on lottery. The two drawn parties compete with each other, and the one who wins can advance to the next level. Until ten people stand out from thousands of sects, it will be the final final—the ten-person competition.

He passed the game almost extremely smoothly.

After all, there is a 15-year-old hidden in this 25-year-old body, who has much more experience than those disciples of his age.

Just when he knocked down the last disciple he sent, finally, he entered the top ten.

Looking at his master's smile, he wondered in a daze: Did he also enter the top ten when he was 15 years old?

It's a pity that my memory has long been blurred, and I only remember that my grades made Master very happy.

Should be in the top ten.

When drawing lots, his opponent was Ming Xuanji, the eldest disciple of Qiu Lingshu from Xianyu Palace.

He is also like his master, proud and arrogant.There is a black mole in an excellent position between the eyebrows, the thin lips are somewhat blood-colored, the corners of the eyes are slightly long, and the phoenix eyes are somewhat mean-looking. He is staring at Shu Xunmo standing in front of him, and there is a flash of surprise in his eyes.

Ming Xuanji's weapon is not a long sword, but a long steel whip in her hand. It is about eight feet long, and it is very powerful when it is wheeled.

"Mo'er, be careful." The master said from behind.

In Shu Xunmo's memory, he has never been on stage with Ming Xuanji, is there a deviation in the dream?

Even so, you still have to bite the bullet and play.

"Start." The referee next to him ordered.

The whip came fiercely, and hit Shu Xunmo's heart insidiously and cunningly. It twisted like a curved snake. Although it looked soft, it had hidden barbs. Its power should not be underestimated.

Shu Xunmo sent Duansheng forward, found a clever angle, and deflected the fierce blow.

The two fought almost heartily, seeing every move, and pressing every step of the way, Shu Xunmo didn't feel any pressure, and gradually showed his advantage.

He fought back with ease, and then observed Ming Xuanji's changes.

Ming Xuanji's mouth was numb from the beating, and his arms were sore after bursts of spiritual power. When he injected spiritual power again, the power was not as strong as usual. His eyebrows were obviously furrowed, and his impetuousness also emerged.

Shu Xunmo could see these expression changes. Ming Xuanji turned out to be an impetuous person. He strives for perfection. When fighting with an opponent as strong as him, this is fatal. It is a pity that he has not realized this yet.

Just when Ming Xuanji's brows and eyes were visibly hostile, Shu Xunmo also felt that it was time, a burst of spiritual power surged out of the sword, and the sword body instantly divided into hundreds, which was exactly the trick he used when fighting the demons , it's just that the power is slightly weaker so as not to kill people, and with a light lift of the sword, it stabs at Ming Xuanji overwhelmingly.

Ming Xuanji struggled to resist with the whip in confusion, but the effect was not satisfactory.

His pure and pure attire, which was used to highlight Lingshuang and Aoxue, was cut into several wounds, and with the gurgling blood flowing out, he was exhausted and fell to his knees on the ground.

He had never been suppressed so thoroughly before, he almost froze, turning his neck to look at his master.

What he saw was a pair of cold eyes, looking at him without emotion.

Ming Xuanji shuddered, apparently not daring to look at him directly again.

Knowing that she would be punished after the ceremony, Ming Xuanji burst into anger, and turned her head to glare at Shu Xunmo who was standing upright.

Shu Xunmo: ...Blame me...

Instead of doing nothing, Ming Xuanji was driven by anger and annoyance, and suddenly thought of a trick.

He hooked the corners of his mouth viciously, and his face was visibly distorted.

He pressed the bag of poisonous powder in his arms, and stood up unsteadily.

Seeing that Ming Xuanji could still stand up, Shu Xunmo looked at his painful face, and was surprised: It's just a competition, don't work so hard.

"Come again!" Ming Xuanji gritted her teeth.

Shu Xunmo looked at his body that was about to fall, hesitant.

"Come again!" Ming Xuanji roared, picking up the whip in her hand.

Seeing that he was so stubborn, Shu Xunmo had no choice but to go up and try to use a gentler method to make him fall to the ground.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he walked in, Ming Xuanji seemed to be instilled with spiritual power, suddenly jumped up, rushed towards him, and approached straight.

Shu Xunmo subconsciously blocked it with his sword.

There was a "poof", the muffled sound of the sword piercing into the flesh.

With the last bit of strength, Ming Xuanji quietly sprinkled the packet of poisonous powder on him, and then fell down.

Shu Xunmo...Even if I lose...I will never let you win...

The sudden change made everyone present look as if they hadn't calmed down yet. Even Shu Xunmo kept holding the sword and froze in place.

Qiu Lingshu was the first to react. He slapped the chair, rushed towards Shu Xunmo with a huge amount of spiritual power, and said coldly: "Bold, how dare you attack the disciples of Xianyu Palace!"

Shu Xunmo's internal organs were injured by this force, and he was directly beaten to the ground on the spot, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Mo'er—" Yun Yuan rushed up immediately, helped him up, and said coldly to Qiu Lingshu, "Master Qiu, please see clearly, this was not done on purpose by Mo'er, it's just that your disciple went on the rampage and stabbed him directly. On the sword, how can you be cruel to the disciples of Xianyu Palace?"

Shu Xunmo only felt scarlet in front of his eyes, his internal organs felt like burning pain, and his head was sticky into a puddle, and he couldn't hear anything clearly for a while.

My head is so dizzy...

Scarlet, all scarlet.

The sight in front of him was covered by the blood red, and some strange scenes twisted and slowly took shape in front of his eyes.

"You are a broom star, this family doesn't want you, so get out!"

"You b*tch, I'll feed you well, use it well, wear it well, and support you, yet you're still behind my back to steal|man, you give it to a slut!"

"Bah, you bastard!"

It came again, it came again, distorted faces appeared in front of his eyes, pointing their noses at him and cursing.

"Stop it!" Shu Xunmo covered his ears, but he still listened to the vicious words verbatim.

"Your mother is a cheap|buggy, tens of thousands|pressed, thousands|ridden, you are not much better!"

"You are not allowed to speak of my mother like that!" Shu Xun's eyes turned red, and he took the sword to chop off the fantasy in front of him. "Shut up! Shut up!"

He didn't hear the screams and cries around him at all, he just held the broken life, envious.

"Give me all to die, to die!"

On that day, the entire Xianyu Palace was restless, blood washed the main hall, staining the test platform a little red.

"Mo'er—calm down—that's just an illusion!"

He didn't hear either.

Knowing that all his spiritual power was exhausted, the scarlet in front of his eyes gradually faded.

When he saw the scene in front of him clearly, his pupils shrank a tiny bit.

what did he...

The table was full of bloody corpses, fragmented, blood stained into a small river, flowing under his feet.

The whole sky was dyed black by him, with rolling black clouds, as if telling people of a sinful massacre.

"What did I do..." Duansheng fell to the ground suddenly, stained with the blood of too many people, his spiritual power was invalidated, and he was broken in two.

Everyone's horror remained on their faces, condensing into a look of death.

He fell to his knees with endless fear in his heart.

His eyes were empty.

"Mo'er..." A faint voice came from behind, he turned around quickly, and saw a scene he never wanted to see in his life.

His benefactor, his master, taught him to look like his father. He knelt down on the ground and was stabbed several times in the abdomen. A piece of intestine flowed out. His face was as pale as paper. He said: "Mo'er... hurry up!" escape..."

"Run away..."

This sentence was like a nightmare, and he fell into the abyss of eternal doom.

"Who will save me...what should I do..." Shu Xunmo looked at the sky, two lines of tears suddenly fell down his blood-stained face, panic, helplessness, and hesitation appeared in his eyes.

On the huge trial platform, he was the only one kneeling there, crying silently.

who will save him... save him...

...

"Brother! Wake up! Brother!"

When he woke up again, his face was already covered in tears.

"Brother, that's all an illusion!" Yi Ruoxuan's voice hovered in his ears.

He opened his eyes, staring blankly.

Yi Ruoxuan's anxious face came into view.

"Brother, let's get out!" Yi Ruoxuan shouted.

Shu Xunmo sat up and looked at the scene in front of him, as if it had been a lifetime away.

The four skeletons had already been beaten to pieces and fell to the ground, unable to get up.

He suddenly said: "My fault...it's my fault..."

"Brother, it's not your fault!"

"My fault...that I killed them..."

"Brother, it's not your fault!"

His eyes finally had some focus, he turned his head, but the tears couldn't stop flowing, but he looked at Yi Ruoxuan more calmly, and said: "Is it true?"

"Brother..."

"Is it true! Is it!" Shu Xunmo suddenly shouted, "I want to listen to the truth!"

Yi Ruoxuan looked at his face full of tears, his expression was also very painful, and for a moment, as if he had made up his mind, he nodded weakly.

"Brother, it's not your fault..."

"It's me, so it's really me..." Shu Xunmo murmured, suddenly, as if he knew something, he grabbed his shoulder suddenly, "Why can't I remember this part, what's in my memory There is no such thing...is it...there is a...heavy round mirror in my body..."

Yi Ruoxuan couldn't bear it anymore, and suddenly hugged his trembling body, pressed his back, eager to comfort his emotions.

"Brother, it's not your fault..."

"Brother, don't be afraid..."

"I'll protect you..."

I'll protect you, don't be afraid, it's not your fault...

The author has something to say: There is no double update today~ This chapter has cost me a lot of brain cells~