Chapter 195

"Here I am."

Shen Zhenyi nodded slightly.

His expression was calm and indifferent, as if it were a natural meeting.

The girl gave a cry, like a butterfly shuttle, and threw herself into Shen Zhenyi's arms.

"You haven't come for days. I thought... You forgot me."

Her tone is simple and sincere, which makes people moved.

Shen Zhenyi sighed and patted the girl on the shoulder.

"Ziningjun is sincere, not to mention 400 years, even thousands of years, I will not forget."

Ziningjun?

The girl in her arms suddenly became stiff and raised her head in disbelief.

Her face was pure and beautiful, her eyes were as bright as the stars in the sky, and her face was as white as jade without any defects. No matter how many years have passed, she is still a pure girl who is not stained by the earth.

The purple coat swings gently in the wind, floating like an immortal.

She -- ziningjun, the first beauty in the eight cultivation world and the first expert among women, who entered the secret realm of chaos through the nine Zen Tiandou challenge arena!

There are many legends about zining Jun.

Everyone knows that she was the first beauty hundreds of years ago. It is said that the imperial family and the experts of the eight sects in the world all want to marry the leader of Ziyan sect home, but she is like a cold fairy and does not give false words to anyone.

Beside her, there was only a white swordsman who saw the dragon head but not the tail.

——But it was only a short time.

People in the world never know who ziningjun's spouse is, and she never talks.

Decades after the white swordsman left, ziningjun won the second place in the nine Zen Tiandou challenge arena with the ninth highest cultivation in the real world, and entered the chaotic secluded territory. There was no news from then on.

Some people believe that such a beauty will not easily disappear and die in the secret place of chaos. Maybe she has cultivated peerless martial arts and left.

But I didn't expect... She has been watching here for 400 years.

Zining Jun stepped back, loosened Shen Zhenyi and stared at him.

"You... Are you true?"

Over the past 400 years, she has seen endless illusions, true and false. Even she can't distinguish them.

"Four hundred years, from outside, I feel your sincerity."

Shen Zhenyi sighed gently and took her sleeve.

At that time, he felt wrong when he went to ziyanzong for the first time. There seemed to be a faint air of resentment between heaven and earth, but he didn't know where it came from.

He could feel that ziningjun was still alive, but four hundred years was too long even for the top martial artists in the eight cultivation world.

All the friends of the day are gone. Even if zining Jun is still alive, he should be old.

But unexpectedly, in this terrible three thousand mile magic River, zining Jun was able to keep his heart and go through 400 years alone.

——Of course, Shen Zhenyi can guess who she sees in her fantasy.

"I know you'll come back at last."

Ziningjun smiled and looked at him quietly. His body became peaceful after a slight tremor at the beginning.

Her temperament is always like this. Even if she is in great joy and sorrow, it is difficult to move her face.

Just then, she was shocked and trembled, which was her biggest gaffe.

"I'll be back."

More than 400 years ago, Shen Zhenyi left without saying goodbye, but how did she have such firm confidence?

If she was not so firm, she could not live in this fantasy river.

The three thousand mile magic river is a terrible place in the chaotic secret land. People will create endless illusions because of their thoughts and memories, and finally indulge in the fantasy land and die.

——The so-called masters of the eight cultivation world who followed Shen Zhenyi couldn't even last a incense stick. At this time, they were silent and probably died early.

Zining Jun has supported alone for 400 years.

The intention is clear.

Even as a sword God outside the world, Shen Zhenyi couldn't help being moved.

"I'm here today to take you away from the secret place of chaos and return to the eight cultivation world."

This is not a place to stay for a long time. It's better to leave after all.

"Go back?"

A trace of confusion flashed in zining Jun's eyes. Baxiu world is now a strange place for her and no longer her hometown.

Not seen for 400 years, things have changed, and the sea has changed.

But since it was Shen Zhenyi's arrangement, it was up to him.

"Whatever you say, I'll listen to your arrangement."

She bowed her head, silent as a plum blossom.

"OK."

Shen Zhenyi smiled, picked up zining Jun, turned around and walked on the waves, leaving the strange flower island behind.

"Do you remember that time?"

Zining Jun followed suit. He had no nostalgia for the island that had stayed for 400 years. His wonderful eyes only stayed on the side face of Shen Zhenyi.

Shen Zhenyi nodded.

"Of course."

For him, the eight cultivation world is just a memory of snow and mud.

However, even if it is short, it is as brilliant as a meteor. Friends walk together and sing generously, which is an unforgettable time.

Wandering in baxiu is like a lonely boat in a storm. You can't control your whereabouts.

It was Zi Ningjun and several other friends who gave him warm friendship with his companions.

Shen Zhenyi will never forget this.

"Now back to the eighth cultivation, I should control everything. You don't have to worry anymore."

Since the first meeting, zining Jun has been pulling the corners of Shen Zhenyi, as if he was afraid of flying away at any time.

——This is what he was like in the baxiu world.

But this time it's different.

When he makes a comeback, he will naturally control his own destiny, including the fate of others

"Yes."

Zining Jun whispered, unable to hear joy, but very firm.

Shen Zhenyi smiled calmly, took her waist and accelerated his steps.

——He smelled blood in the distance.

Those people in canglan secret storehouse have nothing to do with Shen Zhenyi. Even if there are changes, he doesn't care.

But there is still one of them. Shen Zhenyi doesn't want him to continue to sink.

"Go!"

Even in the violent world of true Qi, Shen Zhenyi still moved forward quickly with his toes as light as the wind.

In a moment, there are thousands of rivers and mountains.

Canglan secret storehouse was close at hand, and the murderous and bloody smell became more and more obvious. When Shen Zhenyi came to the door, a hasty figure shouted and flew out.

"Don't kill me!"

The voice is sad, like killing a pig.

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