Luo Yunxiao lowered his eyes and looked at the dancing sword in his hand, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

Use your fingers slightly.

Just hearing a clicking sound, the Longyuan Sword shattered into pieces, turned into powder, and fell from the air.

Muyan subconsciously screamed out and subconsciously wanted to stop her.

However, in the end, she could only watch as the Long Yuan Sword, which had been with her for a long time and protected her many times, completely disappeared from the world.

Luo Yunxiao said with an indifferent expression: "There is no point in keeping a disobedient natal sword."

Muyan took a deep breath and stared blankly at the man opposite her.

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

However, it was different after all.

The young uncle has a cold temperament and is alienated from the crowd, but he is not cold and heartless.

He would silently stand behind every fellow disciple in Xiaoyao Sect, come to their rescue when they were in danger, and leave silently after they were safe.

As the host body of the human world, he has been tortured and seen all the dark side of the world, but he has always maintained his innocent heart.

But this person in front of me.

Although he was obviously wearing the skin of his junior uncle, his eyes were calm and there was no emotion that belonged to a human being.

Muyan said hoarsely: "Where is my junior uncle?"

Luo Yunxiao looked at her quietly, but his deep magnetic voice said the coldest words: "You want to ask if Luo Yunxiao is still alive? That depends on how you judge."

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

The man raised the corners of his lips and smiled: "Memory is just memory, it does not represent feelings."

"What's more, apart from these pretty good things, what remains in this man's mind the most is pain, torture, betrayal, and despair... To be honest, I can't figure it out. Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine out of ten thousand

Pain, and one ten thousandth of the light, he actually only remembered this glimmer of light. It really baffles me."

"Should I say he is stupid or deceiving himself?"

"Shut up!!" Muyan suddenly raised her voice, "Don't judge my junior uncle in this tone!!"

"Luo Yunxiao" looked at her indifferently for a while, then said calmly: "Okay, let's get back to the topic. If you put aside the memory, you want to ask Luo Yunxiao, or whether his soul is still alive. Then I think this answer is,

You already know it very well."

Muyan's hand tightly grasped the hilt of the sword, and the veins on the back of her hand bulged one by one.

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

"Luo Yunxiao" looked at her indifferently, and he didn't know whether it was ridicule or pity in his eyes: "Mo Qingshan brought out the Red Dust Tribulation in order to completely trap me to death, but at the same time he also had to bear the chance of backlash. The Red Dust Tribulation

Killing is my calamity, and it is also my opportunity to completely control my body."

"Of course, originally 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 so condensed that it cannot be broken easily."

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

"Since then, the former Luo Yunxiao has disappeared. What stands in front of you is the fusion of Luo Yunxiao and the half-soul of Destruction."
Chapter completed!