Chapter 257 He Can't Leave Ye Xingzhou
You can resume your cultivation and protect yourself when others are not around in the future.
Or perhaps, Ye Xingzhou simply returned to his original trajectory.
Ye Xingzhou never needs to hide behind others to survive.
He was extremely talented when he was young and was a genius swordsman with wind spirit roots.
This life should have been lived in glory and admired by everyone.
Instead of being sanctioned, worrying about livelihood, and being confused about the future.
In order to protect himself, he gave up his sword and started learning talismans from scratch.
Also, due to the limitation of cultivation and spiritual power, he had to find other secluded ways to draw talismans, and was even easily targeted, so he had to draw talismans behind people's backs.
The expansion of spiritual consciousness never stops, but the limitations of cultivation remain unchanged day and night.
It is too heavy for a monk.
The shackles are broken, and practice begins again.
It was Ye Xingzhou’s new life.
It is also the demise of Liusu, which is lifted upward and then passes away silently.
Ye Xingzhou gently touched the leaves of the tassel branch with his fingertips.
The yellowing leaves fall weakly.
Even a dead tree will eventually bloom in spring.
Ye Xingzhou poured some water into the jar and put it into the storage bag.
There are more important things waiting for him to do right now.
The disappearance of the spiritual energy was too bizarre, and too much time had been wasted in regulating my breathing in the cave over the past few days.
He wanted to find Meng Zhi and others to find out the reason.
The light of the night pearl illuminates the cave.
The bats hanging in the cracks of the rock wall on the top of the cave were startled by the light, flapped their wings and took off, attacking the light source.
But it was blocked by a transparent barrier.
Ye Xingzhou no longer needs to use his spiritual power carefully.
He suddenly became able to practice, and his cultivation level rose by two levels, with his spiritual power surging like never before.
It's been saved for so long.
As a spiritual power tycoon in the middle stage of foundation building, it is reasonable for him to splurge and build a barrier in revenge.
Ye Xingzhou strode forward with his head held high, his steps even more arrogant.
His spiritual sense swept through every corner of the cave, but he couldn't find the exit.
Ye Xingzhou squatted down and carefully observed the deep pool.
There was no sign of the water in the pond moving.
What is this, dead person?
There are no symptoms of hypoxia, so there must be an exit nearby, it's just a little hidden.
Ye Xingzhou stroked the wall, looking for any mechanism.
No wind, no mechanism.
Even the spiritual consciousness could not reach outside the cave.
The cave is too narrow, and Ye Xingzhou will be affected if he uses the blasting talisman.
But things are different now.
Ye Xingzhou decisively chose a relatively thin location and threw the blasting talisman.
He is a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building, so the first-level blasting talisman protective barrier can still block it.
The talisman exploded instantly, and the flames were blinding.
In a moment, the bat became a roasted bat.
The cave is still intact.
There is a barrier outside this cave.
It can't be broken by force.
Ye Xingzhou had no choice but to search for a way out again.
"I don't know what happened to Meng Zhi."
He said to himself.
When he was dragged into the crack by the Demon Lord, the last thing he saw was Meng Zhi breaking out of the formation.
I haven't seen you for such a long time, and I can't even report that I'm safe. My senior and junior brothers must be worried sick.
There is also the youngest one, Ren Wangzhu.
It's cute and its not-so-big brain is filled with friends and food.
Ye Xingzhou sped up his search.
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It is late spring and the rain is continuous.
The territory of Nanmu is both ordinary and extraordinary.
The head of the Meng family died.
What is normal is that people continue to live their lives as usual.
Working hard to earn a living and support the family, life goes on as usual.
What was unusual was that the head of the Meng family died, but the young master of the Meng family did not hang himself in white silk for him.
At the same time, a large number of people seeking revenge broke into the Nanmu Kingdom, and things were not peaceful outside recently.
The teahouse is crowded on rainy days.
While enjoying tea, conversations begin.
Someone pointed outside.
"Look, the young master has started hanging white silk again."
In the misty rain.
The man in white was thin, and the drizzle wet his black hair, making it stick to his white headband.
Someone leaned over the windowsill and peeked out curiously, "Who is he hanging the white silk for?"
The tea shop owner was among them. "I heard he was his senior brother."
"Strange, young master, instead of fulfilling your filial duty, you come here to mourn a senior brother who is not related by blood. Isn't this crying at the wrong grave?"
"The Patriarch has been dead for three days, and they're only starting to hang the white silk today. Isn't it for the Patriarch?"
Someone made some sarcastic remarks, and the shopkeeper gave him a disapproving look.
"Keep your voice down. This young master is crazy. Three days ago, someone said so, and he chopped down that person's plaque."
The man was aroused to rebel, "Isn't what I said the truth? When the old master died, he was burned. When the current master died, no condolences were given, but a living person was given the highest funeral ceremony. Isn't this against Tian Gang?"
There was one person taking the lead, and some chatterboxes followed suit.
"An ungrateful wolf crying at a grave in vain."
"My enemies have invaded Nanmu Country in large numbers, and even my family property can no longer bear it, yet I still have the leisure to hang white silk."
The voices discussed and gradually became louder.
A long sword with a dragon pattern suddenly flew in and shattered the teacup in the hand of the person who spoke the most happily.
The teacup shattered, the tea soaked his clothes, and the dragon-patterned sword was stuck in the pillar.
The man was so frightened that he trembled and almost fell down.
“Who, who?!”
The teahouse suddenly became quiet, with only the man's panicked voice.
A monk in white mourning clothes stood in front of the teahouse, the coldness on his face breaking the softness of his appearance.
Xiang Xiuyuan stared at the people gathered around the table with an expressionless face.
As soon as he raised his hand, the sword slashed across the man's neck, brushing off a strand of hair.
The sword returned to Xiang Xiuyuan's hand, and the man was so scared that he wet his pants.
He held the sword and walked away.
The man slumped down on the spot, gasping for breath.
These three days are neither short nor long.
But my heart is already full of thorns.
Every step you take is like countless piercings.
Three days ago, Yan Qin broke the soul-stealing formation on Meng Zhi.
However, he never thought that Ye Xingzhou also had a soul-stealing formation hidden on his body.
The evil cultivator made such a big noise just to distract their attention.
When the driving formation appeared, the formation on Ye Xingzhou's body that had been dormant for many years was also activated.
Ye Xingzhou wants to save Meng Zhi.
However, the Demon Lord killed Ye Xingzhou under the pretext of saving Meng Zhi.
The heart-wrenching pain is beyond words.
That day, Meng Zhi almost razed the Nanmulin to the ground.
However, the crack where the Demon Lord dragged Ye Xingzhou away could never be found.
The black-winged butterflies transformed from the black bird fluttered down.
It was like a butterfly rain, and also like a black rain.
The shape of the wings overlaps with the mark on Ye Xingzhou's forehead.
It rustles and falls before my eyes, with a strange beauty.
Meng Zhi stood alone in the dark rain.
Alone and at a loss.
Ye Xingzhou, where have you been?
He couldn't find it.
Ye Xingzhou can’t be found.
In Yantian Sect, Ye Xingzhou's soul lamp has been extinguished.
His soul contract also disappeared.
Everything proves that Ye Xingzhou is dead.
In an instant, Meng Zhi seemed to have lost all his energy and spirit, and collapsed to the ground.
It was him, it was he who killed Ye Xingzhou.
If he had not brought the person back to Nanmu Country, had not brought the person back to the Meng family, and had not been so selfish as to want to keep the person.
Nothing will happen, and Ye Xingzhou will still live peacefully.
Even if he is no longer the best in the world, Ye Xingzhou will still have many best in the world.
But he, but Meng Zhi.
Only Ye Xingzhou is the best in the world.
He can't live without Ye Xingzhou.
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