Luo Yunxiao lowered her eyes and looked at the long sword jumping in her hand, and gently curled the corners of her lips.

The fingers were slightly pressed.

With a clicking sound, the Longyuan sword shattered inch by inch, turning into powder, and falling from the air.

Mu Yan subconsciously screamed, subconsciously trying to stop him.

However, in the end, I could only watch the Longyuan Sword, which had been with her for a long time and protected her many times, completely disappeared from this world.

Luo Yunxiao said indifferently: "It doesn't matter if you keep the unobedient natal sword."

Mu Yan took a deep breath and stared at the man opposite him in a daze.

The same handsome face and the same cold and distant eyes.

However, it's different after all.

The uncle of the junior teacher is cold and alienated from the crowd, but he is not cold and ruthless.

He would silently guard behind every brother of Xiaoyao Sect, rescue them when they were in danger, and leave silently after they were safe.

As a perpetrator who was killed in the world, he had suffered all the tortures and saw all the dark side of the world, but he always maintained a innocent heart.

However, the person in front of him.

It was clearly covered with the uncle's skin, but there was no turmoil in his eyes, and there was even no human feelings.

Mu Yan said in a hoarse voice: "Where is my junior uncle?"

Luo Yunxiao looked at her quietly, but her low magnetic voice said the coldest words: "Are you trying to ask Luo Yunxiao still alive? It depends on how you judge."

"I have all the memories of Luo Yunxiao, I know that Xiaoyao Sect is his obsession, and I know that Jun Muyan is his favorite woman. But so what?"

The man curled the corners of his lips and smiled: "Memory is just memory, not emotion."

"What's more, besides these beautiful things, what remains the most in this man's mind are pain, torture, betrayal, despair... To be honest, I can't figure it out, and he only remembered this ray of light from 999 to ten thousand and one ten thousand. It really made me puzzled."

"Why should he say he is stupid or deceive himself?"

"Shut up!" Mu Yan suddenly raised his voice, "Don't evaluate my uncle in this tone!!"

"Luo Yunxiao" looked at her indifferently for a while and said, "Okay, then let's get back to the point. If you put aside your memory, you want to ask Luo Yunxiao, or whether his soul is still alive. Then I think this answer is clear, you already know very well."

Mu Yan held the hilt of the sword tightly, and the blue veins on the back of his hand burst out one by one.

"I think if you don't know the answer, you won't promise to my half soul, and you will kill me, right?"

"Luo Yunxiao" looked at her with a faint expression, and I didn't know whether it was mockery or pity in my eyes: "Mo Qingshan created the Red Dust Calamity and Killing to completely trap me, but at the same time, he also had to bear the opportunity to backlash. Killing to Killing to Killing is my killing, and it is also my chance to completely control the body."

"Of course, I couldn't control Luo Yunxiao's body so easily. His talent is too strong, his willpower is far beyond ordinary people, and his soul is condensing, and it is not easy to break it."

"But in order to severely damage Mo Qingshan and give you a chance to win, he burned his soul and completely cast his own power, so..."

"From then on, Luo Yunxiao has disappeared. What stands in front of you is the fusion of Luo Yunxiao and the half-soul of the world."

The man said indifferently, his tone was leisurely and peaceful, as if he was chatting with Mu Yan about home.
Chapter completed!