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Chapter 31 Goodbye Miss Xu(2/2)

Not the country that is about to be destroyed or destroyed.

He raised his hand and realized that his empty form seemed to be different from the inheritance he imagined.

The last time I saw the blurred image, it is likely that it was the previous one's execution.

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Swordman.

What about now?

Is it because I opened the inheritance in advance that I saw something I shouldn’t have seen?

This is not the world of the Great Sui Dynasty. Look at the towering ancient tree, nor is it the world of the demon clan in the northern border... Is this the hometown of the sword-holder? Is there an unknown continent on the far side of the ocean?

"Sword-holder..." The woman in heavy armor took off her arm guard, stood up slowly, and looked up at Ning Yi.

Ning Yi frowned. All this seemed different from what he expected.

The woman was very sad.

She raised one hand and wiped her cheeks, her voice choked: "You saved us again...just... in the future..."

Just...afterwards?

Ning Yi lowered his head and looked at his gradually feathered limbs.

He suddenly realized that he might have fallen into a memory that does not belong to him.

I am not like this, I am not integrated into this world.

But now, "I" is in the final dying moment.

Is this the end of the catastrophe? The scene of destruction I saw was finally saved by the sword-holder?

There were too many thoughts flashing through Ning Yi's mind. He calmed down and tried to find the whereabouts of the "inheritance", but his voice was a little uncontrollable and became intermittent.

After saying it, it was hoarse and vicissitudes.

"The sword holder...inheritance..."

The woman in armor who had been listening to her ears all the time, heard the word inheritance, and her eyes were filled with a hint of perseverance.

"Sir... the building will not fall, the spark will burn forever. There will be sword-holders in this continent in history, and we will protect your torch from now on."

Ning Yi's eyes lit up.

What does this mean?

Have you entered the consciousness of the "first generation of sword-holders"?

...

...

The consciousness is illusory and will gradually break.

A voice that does not belong to you sounded deep in your chest.

The man said softly, "Yeah..."

Ning Yi was confused and saw the owner of "his own" body dispersed in front of the world. He waved his sleeves, and streaming lights flew out from his sleeves. The light wrapped around him seemed to be bamboo slips one after another.

Eight bamboo slips and eight streams of light are layer after layer, covering them like ancient scrolls.

This is, inheritance?

Ning Yi felt the tremor of the "Bone Plain".

An eager desire.

Even if it does not belong to this world, Ning Yi could still feel that each of the eight bamboo slips left by the "first generation of sword-holders" condensed with extremely powerful power. The light was too strong, and you could vaguely see the ancient characters engraved on the bamboo slips, but it was not real.

"Is this... the inheritance of the sword holder?"

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...

At the foot of Changling Mountain.

A small wooden hut.

The fog in Changling gathers and disperses, and the tombstone is silent for a hundred years.

An old lamp that had been withered for many years was already exhausted, but now a trace of light lit up again.

The guardian sitting in front of the old lamp, wearing a black robe, looked silently at the withered butter lamp on the table that illuminated the light of the room.

"Ning Yi, if you remember correctly... you are just the eighth realm."

The guardian looked at the revived oil lamp and murmured: "So, how did this be done?"

"He" raised his head and carried the oil lamp.

I can't figure it out.

But now the time has come, "he" stood up and carried the light to the scroll.

The scroll hanging on the wooden house, its swaying corners, was ignited by an oil lamp, and the flames slowly burned. The glaciers, snow fields and yellow sand desert in the scroll were slowly burning, and a whole roll of ice chips and sand were poured out.

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