Everlasting Sword God - Chapter 195

[Chapter 195: Three thousand miles, four hundred years]

“I am coming.”

Shen Zhenyi nodded slightly.

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

The girl let out a snort, like a colorful butterfly passing through, and threw herself into Shen Zhenyi’s arms.

“You haven’t been here for a few days, I thought…you forgot about me.”

Her tone is sweet and naive, and full of sincerity, which makes people unable to help but be moved.

Shen Zhenyi sighed softly and patted the girl on the shoulder.

“Zi Ningjun is sincere, let alone four hundred years, even if it is a thousand years, I will not forget it.”

Zi Ningjun?

The figure of the girl in her arms suddenly froze, and she raised her head in disbelief.

Her face is clear and beautiful, her eyes are as bright as the stars in the sky, and her face is as white as jade without a single flaw. No matter how many years have passed, she is still a pure girl who is not stained by the world.

The purple robe swayed gently in the wind, floating like a fairy.

She—the number one beauty in the eighth-cultivation world back then, and the number one master among women, who entered the secret realm of chaos through the Nine Zen Heaven Dou Arena—Zi Ningjun!

There are many legends about Ziningjun.

Everyone knows that she was the number one beauty hundreds of years ago. It is said that the royal family and the masters of the eight sects in the world all want to marry the sect master of the Ziyan sect, but she is like a cold fairy, and she is very fond of everyone. Don’t lie.

Beside her, there is only a white-robed swordsman who sees no end to the dragon.

– but that was only for a short period of time.

People in the world never know who Zi Ningjun’s sweetheart is, and she never talks about it.

Decades after the white-robed swordsman left, Zi Ningjun, with the ninth level of cultivation in the real world, won the second place in the Jiuchan Tiandou arena and entered the secret realm of chaos. Since then, there has been no news.

Some people believe that such a beauty will not easily die in the secret realm of chaos, and maybe she has already cultivated a peerless martial arts and passed away.

But I didn’t expect…she was here to watch for four hundred years.

Zi Ningjun took a step back, let go of Shen Zhenyi, and stared at him blankly.

“You… are you real?”

For four hundred years, she has seen endless illusions, and even she can’t tell the difference between true and false.

“Four hundred years, from outside, I feel your sincerity.”

Shen Zhenyi sighed softly and rolled up her sleeve.

At that time, when he went to Ziyanzong for the first time, he felt wrong. There seemed to be a faint resentment between heaven and earth, but it came from nowhere.

He could feel that Zining-Jun was still in the world, but four hundred years was too long even for the top warriors in the Eighth-cultivation world.

All the friends of that day have left, and even if Zi Ningjun is still alive, he should be old.

But I didn’t expect that in this terrifying 3,000-mile phantom river, Zi Ningjun could actually keep his heart and go through 400 years alone.

——Shen Zhenyi could of course guess who she saw in her illusion.

“I know you’ll be back at last.”

Zi Ningjun smiled and looked at him quietly. After the slight tremor at the beginning, his body became calm.

Her temperament has always been like this, even if she is overjoyed and sad, it is difficult to move her face.

The shock just now was her biggest gaffe.

“I will be back.”

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

If she wasn’t so determined, she wouldn’t be able to live in this fantasy river.

The Three Thousand Mile Fantasy River is a terrifying place in the secret realm of chaos. People will create endless illusions because of their own thoughts, thoughts and memories, and finally indulge in illusions and die.

——Following Shen Zhenyi, the so-called masters of the eighth-cultivation world could not last even a single stick of incense. At this time, they were all silent and probably died early.

However, Zi Ning-Jun alone supported her for four hundred years.

This intention is clear.

Even as an alien sword god, Shen Zhenyi couldn’t help but be moved.

“I came here today to take you away from the secret realm of chaos and return to the world of the Eighth Cultivation.”

This is not a place to stay for a long time, after all, it is better to leave.

“go back?”

A trace of confusion flashed in Zi Ningjun’s eyes, the world of the eight repairs is now a strange place to her, no longer her hometown.

We haven’t seen each other for four hundred years. Things are different and people are different.

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

“Whatever you say, I will listen to your arrangement.”

She lowered her head, silent like a plum blossom.

“good.”

Shen Zhenyi smiled slightly, helped Zi Ningjun, turned his head and walked on the waves, leaving the strange flower and island behind.

“Do you remember back then?”

Zi Ningjun followed suit, and he never had any nostalgia for the small island that once stayed for 400 years. A pair of wonderful eyes only stayed on Shen Zhenyi’s side face.

Shen Zhenyi nodded.

“of course I remember.”

For him, the world of the Eighth Realm is just the memory of the slush claw.

However, even if it was short, it was as brilliant as a shooting star. Friends walked together and sang generously. It was an unforgettable time.

Living in the Eight Cultivators is like a lone boat in a storm, unable to control its whereabouts.

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

This point, Shen Zhenyi will never forget.

“Now that I return to the Eighth Cultivation, I shall control everything, and you don’t have to worry anymore.”

Since the first meeting, Zi Ningjun has been pulling on Shen Zhenyi’s clothes, as if he is afraid that he will fly away at any time.

——This is how he was in the world of eight cultivation ways back then.

However, this time is different.

He made a comeback and returned to Jiuxiao, and he would naturally control his own destiny, including the fate of others…

“Ok.”

Zi Ningjun whispered, but she couldn’t hear joy, but she was extremely firm.

Shen Zhenyi smiled lightly, wrapped her arms around her waist, and quickened her pace.

– He smelled blood in the distance.

Those people in Canglan’s secret vault have nothing to do with Shen Zhenyi, even if something changes, he doesn’t care.

But there was still one person among them, and Shen Zhenyi didn’t want him to continue sinking.

“go!”

Even in the violent world of infuriating qi, Shen Zhenyi still tapped her toes lightly, like a breeze, and hurried forward.

In just an instant, there are thousands of mountains and rivers.

The secret vault of Canglan was in sight, and the murderous and bloody aura in it became more and more obvious. Just as Shen Zhenyi walked to the door, a panicked figure screamed and flew out.

“Do not kill me!”

The sound was miserable, like killing a pig.

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