With spiritual roots, I stand at the top of the world of immortality

Chapter 201 That person will never be seen again
"Hey, let me ask if you can do it, the things are here."

Nan Shutong was interrupted by Ying Chaosheng's laughter when he suddenly went crazy after speaking halfway.

"It turns out, it turns out," Ying Chao said bitterly, "It turns out that I hid it myself."

Lin Shuangjiang frowned: "You remember?"

"Yeah, think about it, I did hide that thing."

Yes, he hid it himself.

It was the last moment before losing consciousness.

Painful, hopeless.

On this piece of land, he curled up on the ground, his whole body was surrounded by demonic energy, every inch of his skin was being eroded, and his flesh and blood were ripped apart, his limbs and bones were filled with unspeakable pain.

He felt like he couldn't live in that situation.

But not reconciled.

Not reconciled!

After he died, he would not be able to see that person, that person whose figure was blurred and whose face he couldn't even see clearly in his memory, was the person he cared about the most.

I don't want to see you in the future, I don't want to turn into smoke with the wind, and forget everything.

This unreconciled obsession supported him to tenaciously resist the demonic energy. First he vomited blood from his mouth, then his eyes and nasal cavity, and finally his seven orifices were blocked by blood.

He clearly remembered the feeling of being torn apart at that moment.

In addition to pain, it is more fear, fear of being found out that I am not a ghost, and fear that I will be replaced by a monster, which will bring shame to that person.

So he destroyed everything that could represent his identity, only the spirit sword he couldn't bear, so he hid it with a secret method.

After doing everything, he was powerless to resist, allowing himself to be eroded by the devilish energy.

He vaguely remembered the last glance, the dark sky covered his desperate eyes with black air.

He thought, from now on, the world will be prosperous, and that person will never be seen again.

"Yeah, I remembered."

Chu Yu threw away the branch in his hand, and looked at Ying Chaosheng very unfriendly: "He said he wasn't playing tricks on us!"

Then, he cursed loudly: "Are you f*cking mentally ill, is it staged amnesia, if you can remember at this time, hurry up."

Ying Chaosheng didn't even look at Chu Yu, and walked straight to the crooked neck tree on the left, completely ignoring him.

Chu Yu's words came to an abrupt end, and he stared at the person walking away with bad eyes, and said while grinding his back molars: "Madman!"

"here."

Ying Chaosheng's upper body was restrained, so he could only look at Lin Shuangjiang beggingly: "I'm sorry."

Lin Shuangjiang nodded, stepped forward, and slammed Shuangtian down towards the ground. With a clear whistle, she bounced back with her sword and took a few steps back to stabilize her figure.

"Little junior sister, how are you?"

The Xiaoyaozong and the others came to Lin Shuangjiang's side almost at the same time. Chu Yu turned his head and brandished a hammer to settle accounts with Ying Chaosheng: "I know you are so restless and kind. If you dare to hurt my little junior sister, I will kill you."

"Wait a minute, brother!"

Lin Shuangjiang stopped Chu Yu: "I'm fine, it's just that the power to set the restriction is stronger than mine, so we can open it together."

She walked under the crooked neck tree again, Ying Chaosheng looked at her worriedly, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry."

"Humph!"

Chu Yu came over and gave him a hard gouged look. If the junior sister hadn't stopped him just now, she would have beaten him twice if she didn't kill him.

"Senior Brother Nan, come here too, let's go together."

If this kind of restriction cannot be opened at one time, it will become more and more difficult to open it later, so Lin Shuangjiang needs more people, so as to ensure that he can succeed at the first time.

Everyone worked together, and with a bang, the sound of glass shattering sounded, and a long sword came into view.

"sword?"

Chu Yu and Nan Shutong expressed their surprise in unison.

The one playing the sword is a sword cultivator. Could it be that this person is still a sword cultivator?

Outrageous!

Outrageous.

"Is this what you lost?"

As soon as Lin Shuangjiang asked, Ying Chaosheng rushed in front of the spirit sword, half-kneeling to pick it up, but after a long time of effort, he couldn't touch it, and sweat was dripping on his head from anxiety.

The sword on the ground didn't look like anything special, the blade of the sword had become dull from the wear and tear of the years, and it was as dull as the expression on Ying Chaosheng's face.

Lin Shuangjiang's eyelashes were half drooping, because the master could no longer use spiritual power, so the spiritual sword that was a contract was automatically sealed.

She raised her hand to take back the spirit binding rope, but Ying Chaosheng didn't notice and fell ahead of him, hitting his head on the trunk of the crooked neck tree. He didn't feel anything, and reached out to grab the spirit sword.

It's just that the sword energy around Lingjian suddenly dispersed, stabbing his palm, and blood dripped down.

Lin Shuangjiang raised his eyes suddenly, the spirit sword did not recognize its master.

Ying Chaosheng stretched out his hand and didn't retract it, the sword energy was still hurting him, but the pain in his heart was worse than his hand.

"why?"

Veins popped up on his forehead, and his scarred hands pressed down hard, and if one hand couldn't do it, he had to use two hands.

Every time it sank, the sword energy became more fierce, and more blood dripped, but it was all bounced off by the sword energy, falling around, and the scorched ground was like beautiful red plum blossoms in full bloom.

It's obviously his sword, why can't I touch it now!
Ye Tangli looked at his bloody hands and couldn't bear to say, "It's useless."

"it works!"

"It doesn't recognize you anymore!"

One sentence is like a boulder falling into the lake which is already not calm, stirring up thousands of waves in an instant.

"No, no"

Ying Chaosheng kept repeating a sentence as if possessed by a demon, unwilling to accept such a fact, which is enough to show how important this spirit sword is to him.

Or maybe it's not the sword that matters, but the story behind the sword.

Lin Shuangjiang squatted down, and used his spiritual power to condense a barrier to block the raging sword energy. Ying Chaosheng lowered his head, and his soft sobs were especially clear in the suddenly quiet dead wood forest.

"Tell me, why doesn't this sword recognize me?"

His eyes were red, and the light that had just been ignited shattered in them, as fragile as a flower that would break in a storm: "Because I'm not his master?"

Lin Shuangjiang couldn't bear to look directly into his eyes, so she looked away and asked, "Did you remember anything?"

"This sword was given to me by Master."

Together with the cassock on her body, it was given by the master.

Lin Shuangjiang paused before asking, "Who is Master?"

"I don't remember, I just vaguely recall a vague figure from the back, who likes white clothes, it's a woman."

Very beautiful woman.

It's because I haven't seen the real face, but I just know that she is very good-looking, like a fairy in the sky.

Sword repair?woman?in white?

There are not many people like this, and there are not many people who say it. When you search the various sects, there will always be one or two that match, so Lin Shuangjiang is not sure who Ying Chaosheng is talking about.

"You can't hold this sword."

Seeing that Ying Chaosheng was still staring at the spirit sword, Lin Shuangjiang thought for a while, and said, "But I can seal it so that you can hold it temporarily."

Also only temporarily.

Ying Chaosheng, however, seemed to have grasped the last straw and was very excited: "It's fine for a moment."

(End of this chapter)