It was as if the gods came to the world, Sang Jue emitted a golden light, surrounded by clear air, grass growing and beards flying, and a vibrant and peaceful scene, but she didn't know that her soul had fallen into the Hell of Instant Fire.

The fire tongues around him were invading. Sang Jue sat in the flames with his knees at a loss. He was wandering and helpless. A red figure floated over and walked to her and gently touched her head.

Sang Jue looked up in shock and saw a face that looked exactly the same as hers, with only three traces of flames between his eyebrows, which were ostentatious and bright.

"Are you her?" Sang Jue asked in a low voice. She knew she had another self. Sometimes she could feel that it was the first time she met today. She didn't feel afraid at all, but was very kind.

Because when she is in pain, loneliness and confusion, she is only the other self who is by her side and will never leave her.

The man's hand was slightly transparent, slowly slid down from her hair, gently touched her face, hugged her in his arms, and slightly opened his red lips to lean into her ear: "I am you, you are me, you are tired, let's take a rest first."

The figure of the man suddenly turned into a burst of blue smoke and slowly merged into Sang Jue's body. Sang Jue was confused and felt extremely comfortable. The burning heat turned into warmth.

She blinked her eyelids and fell asleep.

On Bingpo Peak.

Wei Shu, who had a casual swaying around, went back and stopped Yan Hui Zhenjun: "Don't worry, it's just a mere ring finger on the left hand, and his disciple Guan Yue will cure her."

He also told the situation that Sang Jue's right thumb was about to lose his protection when he went there. He said it soon. As long as he went one step later, it would be difficult for Sang Jue to practice with his sword.

Yan Hui Zhenjun was worried about going to take a look, but Wei Shu was displeased: "You are not his biological father, you are just a broken finger, and the important thing is."

"But..." Yan Hui Zhenjun hesitated.

Wei Shu turned cold and scolded: "The sword king should be indomitable. How can he be so indecisive? He should be constantly in trouble."

Yan Hui Zhenjun smiled bitterly and had to promise to wait until Sang Jue woke up before going to see her. His cruel father would send someone to pick up the lost prince soon.

What he faces will be an unprecedented challenge, sharper than a sword and more sterner than blood.

Wei Shu nodded with satisfaction, fooled him for a long time, and finally asked his younger brother to help him wade into the muddy waters. He could also gather the power of Tianxuan Sect and successfully take over the leadership of the sect.

It’s not that he has deep desires, but that in this turbulent era, he may not be able to cover the sky with his own hands, but he can guarantee that others will not do whatever they want and support the sky for his desire to ascense.

The Great Way of Heaven overcomes all difficulties. Only the Qingming Sect can cultivators ascend smoothly and unleash the long curtain of the new era of the Great World.

Wei Shu stood with his hands behind his back, standing on the top of the high ice peak, crossing the clouds and fog to look up at the sky.

That was what his heart wanted. From the day he was born, he felt out of place with the world. Perhaps he should have been in heaven.

Heaven and earth, earth and man, man and heaven, the three talents blend together and are harmoniously integrated.

A sour "click" sound rang out, and Sang Jue, who was wrapped tightly, opened his eyes, and a ray of redness passed through his pupils, gradually hiding deep in his soul, ready to go.

She stood up and pulled open the medicinal herbs attached to her body, stretched out her hands, looking at the sudden and missing broken finger.

After a moment, he reached out and stroked his chest and murmured, "You are me, I am you, but we are different!"

"I would rather let the people of the world than let the people of the world down!" Sang Jue chuckled, stood up, and casually turned into a piece of clothes to put on his body.

The clothes were flying in the wind, red and slightly transparent, like a veil, as if the upper part of the flame was floating, but they suddenly turned into a deep black robe. The grand color was only when you looked at it intently, you could see the bursting red under the endless black.

This Sang Jue is so powerful that he has a smile on his face, not like the previous one who has a serious face but a very soft heart.

She didn't hold her hair away, and held the peach blossom fan in her hand and spread it out. The scorching heat from her fingertips made the fan red, and the wooden fan bones could not withstand the white smoke.

Sang Jue shook the fan: "The fragrance of peach wood is pretty good, it's cool."

While speaking, a woman in pink clothes floated out of the fan and fell to the ground: "Master, go to the fire, and I will burn if I roast it again."

Sang Jue looked at her with a smile, closed the folding fan and raised the other person's chin, and whispered: "Since you know that I am your master, don't carry it on my head, do you understand?"

"Yaoyao understands."

"That's good, your material is too bad. I need to re-smell it. Go back." Sang Jue waved the fan and opened it with a brush. The invisible sky fire spread across the entire pink fan. There seemed to be fire flowing in the black branches. The pink peach petals became deeper and more strange.

After refining his magic weapon, Sang Jue shook his fan aloud and sighed: "It's really a waste of resources. Such a good killing weapon is actually used to win the hair."

The raw materials of this peach blossom fan are more and more sublimated after many changes, especially in the end, the penetration of blood resentment of women in the town made it even more powerful.

As the saying goes, the Yin pole produces yang, and the Yang pole produces yin. It is the magic weapon that is used to expel evil and eliminate filth in curse. It has become a magic weapon to eliminate evil and relieve filth. It is then sacrificed by the Heavenly Fire in Sang Jue's hand. Although this peach blossom fan is just a medium-grade magic weapon, its function is comparable to the best.

"The heavenly fire is immortal and purifies life. This fan is worthy of being a weapon for me."

Sang Jue wiped the peach blossom fan up and down with his hands several times. The red light faded away. The fan trembled and integrated the fan bones, removing the droop and retaining the essence, and narrowed the whole body from one foot to five inches. The edges and corners clearly emitted light, which could break the stone.

If you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools.

After the fan was refined, Sang Jue walked out of the door.

The birds sing and the flowers are fragrant outside, and the sun is bright and dazzling.

Sang Jue thought about it, turned around and put away all his belongings. When she tied the storage bag, she saw her missing fingers.

She was slightly stunned, then frowned and gritted her teeth: "I actually made me a person who is incomplete, and I deserve to die!"

She took out the velvet that she used to save her life from the storage bag and put it on her body. She almost forgot about it. She had to take revenge first and then leave without thinking. It would be okay to wear this piece of clothing that she no longer needed first. She was happy to create some trouble for the owner of Bingpo Peak.

Sang Jue pinched his face, and his rosy face instantly became innocent. She stumbled back to her cave and locked herself up. She met someone else calling her and ignored her, just like she lost her soul.

Originally, she wanted to leave quietly, but now she doesn't want to take advantage of those people. Those who make mistakes should be punished. Why can she, who is right, break her finger innocently?
Chapter completed!