Xingchen said: "Don't worry, the head of the sect, I'll take a look at the wounds of the sect first. The head of the sect has already communicated with the spiritual shield. As long as it is nourished with spiritual power, the cracks on the spiritual shield will be smoothed. When the cracks on the spirit shield are smoothed, the injury of the sect will be healed." He turned the dragon scales over and over and said: "Repairing can also support some days. When Xiaoguai becomes the lord of the East in the future, I will definitely use its dragon scales as the spiritual shield."

Han Yiming said, "I don't want its dragon scales to be a spiritual shield." Xingchen smiled and said, "Master, are you afraid that it will hurt? If it becomes the lord of the East, it will never hurt. And its dragon scales will definitely be extremely hard and cannot be penetrated by magic." Han Yiming shook his head and said, "I don't want dragon scales." Xingchen looked at him for a moment and said, "Do you remember the white dragon that gave you a piece of dragon scales in the past?" Han Yiming was silent, Xingchen said, "Master, you should let it go. It did die under the claws of the green dragon, but its descendants grew up in Lingshan, and the green dragon has been destroyed. Lingwu will not repeat its misery in the future. Its dragon scales save your life, and you have also repaid this life-saving grace."

Xingchen looked at Xiaoguai and said, "Master, the injury to your vest is caused by magic. It takes some time to recover. If Xiaoguai is not so seriously injured, I can help you. But now it is seriously injured, I dare not leave. If I leave again, Lingshan is in danger. Even if we have a new barrier, if Xiaoguai is damaged, the spiritual energy of Lingshan will be damaged." Han Yiming said, "It's okay, can I leave here?" Xingchen sighed, "It's best to leave, but it's all inconvenient here. Besides, my spiritual energy alone really can't nourish Xiaoguai."

Han Yiming said, "Then I will leave first, and I will come back from my injury and nourish it with you with spiritual energy." Xingchen stretched out his hand and pointed at him. Han Yiming suddenly felt the darkness in front of him and no consciousness.

When Han Yiming woke up, he saw A Tu lying on the side. It was gone as if it was in the air. It lay on the ground, with its two front paws overlapping, and a pair of black eyes looked at him. Seeing him opening his eyes, he stood up and shook his body and ran to him to arch him with his head. Han Yiming sat up and saw himself lying on a big stone, with a snoring sound echoing in his ears. The big stone was very flat, and suddenly remembered Xiao Guai, and Han Yiming hurriedly looked down at the big stone.

The stars were facing the big stone. He leaned half on the back of the white lion, but he had not woken up yet. The white lion was sleeping soundly on his front paws. The slight snoring was the snoring of the white lion. But Xiaoguai disappeared. Xiaoguai, who was originally lying under the big stone, disappeared. Han Yiming looked around. At this moment, the thick fog here dissipated a lot, but there was still fog, and it was unclear if it was a little farther away. Han Yiming looked around and he didn't know where he came here, and no one came here.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed from afar. Han Yiming was stunned for a moment and wanted to summon Qingshuang Sword. His fingers moved, but the Qingshuang Sword was still on his back and was not summoned. It was something that had never happened before that the sword could not be summoned. Han Yiming calmed down and summoned it again, and the Qingshuang Sword was still motionless. Han Yiming took off the Qingshuang Sword and drew the sword out of the sheath. He felt it was difficult to draw the sword. The Qingshuang Sword was still flashing with a cold light, but it was so heavy that he was surprised that he almost used all his strength to lift it up.

I have been in Lingshan for more than three years and have seen countless spiritual swords, but for the first time I found that the spiritual sword was so heavy that I could hardly lift it up. Han Yiming quickly inserted the Qingshuang sword into the sheath and carried it on his back. The stars were still not awake, and Han Yiming jumped off the big stone and slowly walked towards the place where the light of spirit flashed.

Although the thick fog had dissipated a lot, the feet were still not clear, and the white mist was still shrouded under his knees. Han Yiming couldn't see clearly, so he could only walk forward slowly. It was flat here, but there was no trees around him, and only the mist flowed. After walking for a moment, a ray of spiritual power suddenly flashed by himself. Han Yiming was shocked and stopped moving forward.

The spiritual power flowed back and forth around him like a stream of light, spinning around him. Han Yiming stood for a moment, and suddenly became blessed to his heart and shouted, "Xiao Guai." Xiao Guai flashed in the mist, and its body was still covered in scars, but it was no longer the dying and embarrassed look that day. Han Yiming was much more relaxed in an instant and said, "Xiao Guai, you are much better." Xiao Guai looked at him, sneaked into the white mist, and swam away with a ray of spiritual light. In an instant, Xiao Guai didn't know where he went, but Han Yiming calmed down and looked forward. Although he didn't know where he was, he still walked forward.

The more he walked forward, the more he felt the more deserted Han Yiming felt. There were not only no one here, but there were no birds and beasts, only the white mist. The more Han Yiming walked, the more uneasy he felt. He didn't know what would happen if he walked forward. He stopped and stood for a while, and turned back.

Xiaoguai was still wandering in the mist, Han Yiming walked straight back to the big stone, and the stars still didn't wake up. Han Yiming leaned against the big stone, not feeling hungry, but he was unbearable. He became confused for a while and felt that he was floating into the clouds and mist. There was a man in plain clothes in front of him, sweeping forward like a lightning speed, indescribable speed. And in a moment, he had already disappeared into the clouds and mist. Han Yiming looked at his figure that he seemed to have never seen before, and rushed over quickly. Suddenly, the sky and the earth lit up, and there were countless lightnings around him. Wherever he saw, there were lightning, and lightning flashes lit up beside him, like a big net, putting him in it.

Lingshan! Han Yiming was stunned. This was the Lingshan barrier in the past! Han Yiming understood that he was in a dream, and Lingshan had been destroyed long ago. Even in the dream, he clearly remembered that he had broken Lingshan with his own hands! In an instant, lightning disappeared without a trace, and he was already standing in the darkness. Han Yiming stretched out his hand and could not see his five fingers. He didn't know where he was, nor who was around him. He summoned Qingshuang Sword and could only stand firmly and try to wake up.

Suddenly, someone in his ear said, "I will let you return to the world." Han Yiming was startled. The sound was so close that he seemed to have heard it before, but when he thought about it carefully, he couldn't remember when he heard it. But after this sentence, the sound disappeared. Han Yiming didn't know when he had heard it, but he had heard it really well, but he didn't hear it much, and the sound came suddenly, so he couldn't remember it.

Suddenly another voice said, "I will definitely let you return to the world." This sentence has only one more word compared to the previous sentence, but Han Yiming sounds very familiar, and it is Pingbo! Han Yiming became alert. Could it be that Pingbo said the previous sentence? What does he mean? There is no news from Pingbo these days. It is not that he no longer has an enemy with Lingshan, but that he cannot break through the barrier of Lingshan and cannot come and make things difficult for him. With the last time he came to Lingshan, he was instantly sent out of Lingshan by Shen Ruofu, and Pingbo would not come back easily.

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