Chapter 1282 (2/2)

But it's a little slow after all.

Emptiness is no more than reality. The resistance formed by the force of chaotic rules is infinite. One step ahead is equivalent to a long distance and advantage. Therefore, even if Yang Xuan has exerted his whole strength, he can't shorten the distance between the two.

In the end, because the power of the void became more crazy, he simply lost the shadow of No. 1 and could no longer chase his breath.

”Shit!” Yang Xuan scolded angrily and stopped the pursuit.

No. 1 is not weak after all. Even if he was defeated by him, he really had no choice but to escape with all his heart.

Moreover, his worry is that after losing the lock on No. 1, it turns around secretly and kills Ziyun again. That's bad.

In view of this, Yang Xuan gave up the pursuit and returned to the bosha universe again.

After taking a deep breath, the aura in the body began to recover.

In fact, the battle was not a small burden for him. In the end, the oil was almost exhausted.

Fortunately, his strength recovered at an amazing speed, but he didn't worry about anything else.

After recognizing the direction a little, Yang Xuan broke the starry sky again.

When he reappeared, he had reached the previous plain.

The dust on the ruins has not yet fallen, and the bodies buried under the sand are really shocking.

But Yang Xuan didn't care.

This is not to say that he is cold-blooded, but he has long been used to being indifferent to life and death.

After a little scanning, he found the breath clue left by Ziyun.

Following this breath, Yang Xuan flashed and reached the mountain.

The dim fire reflected the night sky, and the bright stars like elves reflected the stars, and the silver river flowed quietly.

The night in this strange world is so quiet and pleasant. Who could have thought that there was a tragic massacre that wiped out millions of people before?

The so-called impermanence is nothing more than that.

I don't know what kind of insects are singing a lullaby in the distance. The quiet night wind blows gently and ripples the long hair of purple clouds.

Yang Xuan is looking at her, and she is also looking at Yang Xuan.

The two children snuggled up beside her, lying on her lap and fell asleep.

Ziyun smiled awkwardly.

Yang Xuan slowed down, walked over and sat next to the fire and asked, ”are you asleep?”

Ziyun nodded and whispered, ”well, I'm asleep. I guess I'm too tired. Alas, after all, I'm just a child.”

Yang Xuan looked at her and the two children with great interest. He smiled and said, ”it doesn't seem to be your style?”

Ziyun gave him a white look: ”what style do I have? I feel happy, that's the style.”

Yang Xuan was speechless and could only turn the topic and ask, ”how's the situation?”

Ziyun, of course, knew what he was asking. He frowned and shook his head when he heard the speech: ”it's not like it. Are we wrong?”

”It can't be wrong.” Yang Xuan shook his head, pointed to the little girl Meina and said, ”I can feel that her body contains a will power beyond the universe, which is definitely the remnant soul we're looking for.”

”But time is not right!” Ziyun frowned and gently stroked Meina's small face. ”It was a long time ago that the remnant soul entered the bosha universe, but these two children are very young and don't know how to cultivate spirit.”

Yang Xuan also frowned.

This is a problem.

After thinking for a long time, his eyes suddenly brightened and said, ”maybe countless reincarnations!”

”Reincarnation?” Ziyun was stunned at first, and then his eyes showed light.

It's entirely possible.

”You probe.” Ziyun whispered, and then told: ”don't hurt them.”

”Hmm!” Yang Xuan nodded gently, and his mind rushed over like water.