Chapter 72 Immortal Cultivation 17
Kunlun.
The snow was falling heavily and the wind was cold.
The mountains were covered in white clothes, and the breath was accompanied by the falling snow. Every move was cold.
Looking far away, no color could be seen except snow.
Dongfang Xianyun and Lu Xiangwan had been walking here for five days.
The two immortal cultivators had already practiced fasting, and the severe ice and snow did not cause much damage to their tempered bodies.
But the white all around and the cold wind that never stopped for a moment made people feel a little annoyed.
"Brother Xiangwan, why did we come here?"
Dongfang Xianyun asked in confusion as he continued to walk with Lu Xiangwan, panting.
Dongfang Xianyun has always believed in Lu Xiangwan's judgment and strength, but they have been looking here for five days.
Moreover, Kunlun is located at the junction of the immortal and demon worlds, and has been closely watched by major sects recently. Will there really be demons running here?
"Intuition."
Lu Xiangwan touched the sword on his back and answered calmly, not knowing how much impact this answer had on Dongfang Xianyun.
"Ah? No?"
"Brother, didn't you calculate it? Or did you sense it with a magic weapon? But you felt it intuitively?"
Dongfang Xianyun almost shoved his face in front of Lu Xiangwan and shook his body violently.
He felt that the image of his senior brother's reliability had collapsed a little in his mind.
Then he thought of how Brother Xiang Wan was not so reliable before that incident...
- he often played tricks on himself.
He, Dongfang Xianyun, had no idea how many times he had complained to his eldest senior brother and senior sisters.
But things were no longer the same as before.
Yun Yan had less Dongfang Xianyun jumping up and down, less sitting under the wisteria watching the sunset and sunrise, less blue butterflies flying all over the sky...
but there was only a vague white silhouette in his heart.
It turned out that without realizing it, we have lost so many beautiful things around us...
"Wait."
Suddenly, Lu Xiangwan stopped.
"What's wrong?"
Dongfang Xianyun looked around and didn't find anything wrong.
Lu Xiangwan closed his eyes, let go of his five senses, was silent for a few seconds, and then opened his eyes again:
"There is a demonic energy fluctuation in the southwest direction."
Dongfang Xianyun knew that he was a sword cultivator, and his perception of spiritual energy and demonic energy was naturally not as sensitive as that of Faxiu, so he nodded, held the sword behind him in his hand, followed Lu Xiangwan, and ran straight to the southwest with the sword.
*
Lu Yihan raised his head and glanced to the northeast.
It was still a vast expanse of white, with a raging cold wind. No other sounds could be heard, and no other figures could be seen.
"My lord! Finally found it! It is really the thousand-year-old blue jade!!"
Ning Wan shouted loudly in the huge pit that Lu Yihan had blasted a few minutes ago.
The blue jade in the palm of his hand was glowing with a light blue warm light. It was the size of a baby's fist, and it exuded a sense of warmth when held in the hand.
Although she was born in an extremely cold place, she has a gentle warmth.
Holding the warm blue jade in her hand, Ning Wan stood up and flew out of the giant pit.
"It's so beautiful..."
Ning Wan handed the blue jade to Lu Yihan.
After receiving the blue jade, Lu Yihan carefully put it into the small bag on his waist.
"It's not advisable to stay here for long, let's..." go.
A long sword came at full speed.
Lu Yihan grabbed Ning Wan's collar and dodged the sword.
"Since you are here, then stay, demon!"
Dongfang Xianyun flipped his hand to recall the long sword, gritted his teeth, and looked at Lu Xiangwan behind him:
"Brother Xiangwan, be careful, don't let this demon run away this time."
"Of course."
Every time Lu Xiangwan saw the demon's iconic blood eyes, he felt disgusted.
Ning Wan felt the person holding her stiffen for a moment.
And why did the name sound familiar?
Before she could figure it out, the next wave of attacks came.
Lu Yihan just held Ning Wan to dodge, without attacking at all.
Seeing the white-haired demon in front of him dodge the attacks again and again, Lu Xiangwan suppressed the strange emotions that rose in his heart again, and chanted the magic spell:
"The natural world, the turbulent air disperses, the mysterious void in the cave, the shining Taiyuan, the mighty gods in all directions..."
Facing the demons, Lu Xiangwan showed no mercy and directly used the most lethal spell.
But at the moment when the majestic spiritual energy rushed towards the man, his subordinate shook unconsciously.
Even he didn't notice it.
Lu Yihan couldn't see Lu Xiangwan's subtle movements.
A layer of complex emotions appeared in the blood-red pupils.
It seemed like happiness, but also seemed like sadness.
Dongfang Xianyun, who was attacking at close range, did not understand the strange behavior of this demon, nor could he understand the complex emotions in his eyes. He had only one thought in his mind:
he must wipe out the demons in the world.
This was the oath he made in front of his senior brother's tomb.
He would never break his promise.
Lu Yihan just started to dodge, but soon realized that this would only lead to a stalemate.
Suddenly, a demonic energy flew straight towards Dongfang Xianyun, who was closest to him.
He wanted to raise his sword to block it, but he didn't expect another attack to come from another direction.
He just used his body to withstand this attack.
Dongfang Xianyun thought so, and Lu Xiangwan on the side had to stop his actions and turn to block another demonic energy.
Taking advantage of these few seconds, Lu Yihan and Ning Wan disappeared in front of the two of them.
"Damn it!"
Dongfang Xianyun thrust his sword into the snow, cursing angrily, and looked at the absent-minded Lu Xiangwan beside him:
"Brother Xiangwan, I'm sorry, I..."
"It's okay."
Lu Xiangwan interrupted Dongfang Xianyun's apology.
"He didn't use his full strength in the first place."
Lu Xiangwan could see that the demon didn't use his full strength, otherwise he wouldn't be so passively surrounded by him and Dongfang Xianyun.
But... why?
Lu Xiangwan suppressed his turbulent emotions and turned around to leave.
"We, don't chase him anymore?"
Dongfang Xianyun pulled out the sword on the ground with some disappointment and followed Lu Xiangwan.
"Chase."
Lu Xiangwan didn't even think about answering, and paused for a few seconds:
"But not now."
He needed time to think about this inexplicable feeling.
A demon should not affect his emotions.
*
How can a cultivator affect the adults' emotions so easily?
Ning Wan put one hand on her head and leaned on the table.
Since returning from Kunlun, Ning Wan has been thinking about this matter. After
meeting the adults, there are only a few people or things that can cause his emotions to fluctuate.
Psylocke is one.
The fan is one. The
thousand-year-old blue jade is one.
And the magic cultivator called "Senior Brother Xiang Wan" is one.
Ning Wan counted them on her fingers.
"Xiang Wan... Xiang Wan..."
Muttering this familiar name, Ning Wan suddenly jumped up from the stool and slammed one hand on the table, almost breaking it:
"...Oh my god!! No way?!"
Ning Wan thought about the scene in her memory over and over again, confirming that she was not mistaken.
Just then, the face of "Xiang Wan" appeared in front of Ning Wan.
Those cold fox eyes...
If they smiled, wouldn't they be...
exactly the same as hers? ? ?