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Before the monstrous Sword Qi could leave the blade, Chang Lou's body began to dissipate from the strongest strike the three of them had ever made.

"My good brother! I will inherit your will to achieve what you have not achieved! What a pity, this Immortal Slaying Sword, and your three peerless swords. Take your talent and go to the Nether Realm where you don't need to use your brain! "One day, when I have enough strength to break the seal between the boundaries, I will definitely come and visit you." Xie Linghuang looked at Chang Lou's wide-open eyes and picked up his sword. After saying a few words, a stream of sword Qi burst out from his sword, and Chang Lou's broken body and fragile primordial spirit disappeared.

Old Zhu said in a strange tone, "Brother Xie, you are indeed a gentleman. Since you can't bear to part from Brother Chang, I think you should accompany him! "

"Famous Sword Master, it's a pity that I can't bear to see the Hollow Sword and the Immortal Slaying Sword die!" Xie Linghuang stared at Old Zhu and Teacher Meng as he calmly fiddled with the two swords in his hands.

Old Zhu laughed. "The Void Clear Sword is a famous spirit sword on the Spirit Board, but my Spring Water Blade might not be able to compare to it. As for the Immortal Slaying Sword, when its original master wielded this sword, I would naturally back off. But Brother Xie is holding this sword that cannot even be ranked on the Spirit Board, it's nothing more than a child's toy. "

"Toy?" Xie Linghuang also laughed. With a wave of his Immortal Slaying Sword, a black sword beam cut off Teacher Meng's hair in front of his forehead. Teacher Meng was so frightened that his legs went limp and he nearly peed his pants.

While they were talking, the door of the palace had opened enough space for them to pass through. Old Zhu's figure flashed and he disappeared in a flash, "Fighting is meaningless, Old Zhu, you're welcome!"

Who was willing to be left behind in front of the great treasure? The two of them hurriedly displayed their sacred art as they entered through the gate.

After the two of them left, Chang Lou's silhouette slowly appeared in the air.

"As expected, you must be on guard against anyone!" Fortunately, Master had the foresight to grant me a life saving treasure. Sigh! Forget it, it's not like they can't hear those three sons of bitches and vent their hatred. I better think of a way to continue living! The book said that the Primordial Spirit could only stay in this world for a quarter of an hour if it wasn't reincarnated. He wondered if this quarter of an hour was accurate or not. Just in case, I'd better find a place to live for the rest of my life! This won't do, I'm about to get married. Little Ni from Wuan County is still waiting for me to marry. Big brother has yet to come back from wandering the world. Father is also old and little sister is still unable to marry out … "So many problems are waiting for me to solve them, how can I abandon them so irresponsibly …"

While Chang Lou was lost in thoughts, the three people in the palace began to fight over the seal on the door.

That seal was casually snatched away by Old Zhu, who was the first to enter. He didn't expect that he would be met by Xie Linghuang while he was researching it. The two began to fight, attracting Teacher Meng, who had lost his way in the distance and was wandering aimlessly, to join the fray. The three of them had astonishing combat strength. If they didn't stop there, they could fight for decades. In order not to waste time, they decided to throw them out first. One could only enter one of the Four Great Secret Treasures in his lifetime. The three of them couldn't give up the other treasures in their secret treasure just because of a single, unassuming seal, so it was very fair to leave them outside. This led to the tragedy outside that was trying to figure out how to escape from the haunted house.

"This treasure is …" Changlou watched as the seal, which was getting closer and closer to him in the air, crashed onto his weak little primordial spirit.

Chang Lou felt dizzy from being smashed. When she reacted, she found that the surroundings had changed.

Three sarcophaguses appeared in front of him. The three sarcophaguses were extremely ordinary. The most surprising thing was that he could faintly feel a faint connection between the sarcophagus and his primordial spirit.

Suddenly, the lid of a stone coffin automatically opened, allowing Chang Lou to clearly see the coffin's owner. He was a fifteen to sixteen year old boy. She was delicate and pretty, with slanted eyebrows and starry eyes. She cleverly brushed against her handsomeness by a small margin. He was dressed in black and had a resolute expression. According to Chang Lou, he was either a madman or a martial fanatic. "The buried items were also extremely simple. They consisted of a sword like weapon and a black bamboo scroll.

The moment he laid eyes on this young man, he felt that this person was very familiar, giving him the illusion that he had seen this person somewhere before, but he could not recall where.

Just as he was wondering, an ancient and bizarre black symbol appeared on the youth's forehead. As the black symbols became more and more distinct, Chang Lou gradually became aware of an irresistible force pulling him closer to the young man. As he approached, his primordial spirit continued to shrink until it entered the space between his eyebrows.

"Is this death?" His primordial spirit began to dissipate until it had completely dissipated. During this' long period of time ', Chang Lou thought of every detail of this life. What he did made him feel proud and gratified, what he did wrong made him feel guilty and regretful, and what he did stupid made him feel young …

When he opened his eyes again, Chang Lou didn't find his mother, nor did he find his future father. He was leaning against a tree, waiting for the apples to ripen.

"Hey!" I haven't even experienced the kind of happy life of lying in the cradle and listening to a servant girl singing nursery rhymes, so how can I have grown up so easily? " Chang Lou stood up and jumped twice. He knocked down the apple tree with one punch and picked an apple. As he ate, he pondered this epic philosophical question: Have I ever died?

The apple was not ripe yet. It was sour and made the teeth of the house go soft.

After eating the apple, he threw away the fruit and walked around the house, thinking about the life and death situation.

After walking for a while, he fell into a large pit.

When Chang Lou Cheng woke up, it was already dark. He didn't know which bed he was lying on.

Stretching his arms and legs, Chang Lou seemed to have felt something smooth, soft, and elastic. He was so scared that he almost fainted again. He hastily lifted up the quilt to verify his innocence and the guarantee of his happiness for the rest of his life.

"What are you doing!? Can't you sleep well in the middle of the night? " a voice complained.

"F * ck, it's actually a man, and his voice is so soft. Fuck …" When Chang Lou heard that the person who had slept together with her for so long was actually a man, she sent him flying with a kick.

"Wah …" Woo … "Grandpa …" This man was definitely not a man. He actually started crying on the floor. The more Chang Lou heard, the weirder he felt.

"Scream..." Even calling the ancestors useless! "Huh?!" "I'm still wearing my clothes well. It seems like I still have my integrity. That's good then!" After kicking him down, Chang Lou checked his attire and found that he was wrapped very safely, and could not help but heave a sigh of relief.

As Chang Lou was awkwardly trying to apologize to the old man who was still crying on the ground, the door opened with a creak. The bright moonlight shone in, shining on the smooth and smooth skin of that old friend. It was as if the old friend was smeared with makeup. The Chang Residence could only stare blankly at this scene.