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The sun is really dazzling.

The golden corpse stood on the ruins of Qingyun Sect, with its amber eye sockets reflecting the dead world.

There was no chirping of birds, no sound of wind, no sound of monks passing by with their swords.There are only the occasional muffled sounds of lava surging from deep underground, and the... absolute silence when the dust settles after a landslide.

This is the result of Xuan Yi's step.

Thousands of miles of scorched earth, thousands of deep pits.

The once majestic palaces, lush spiritual mountains, and bustling long streets are now gone, replaced by a hideous black scar that looks like it has been eaten by a giant beast.

The golden corpse lowered his head and looked at his hands.

This is a body made of countless golden sands forcibly glued together.There is no flesh and blood, no temperature, just a hard, rough shell with a dull metallic luster.Its palm was large, with distinct knuckles, but as stiff as a dry branch.

It tried to make a fist.

"Click, click."

The sound of bones rubbing against each other was dry and harsh.

Is this what "I" look like now?

The golden corpse was a little confused.It doesn't remember who it is or why it's standing here.It only remembered that before it woke up, it was guarding a small white flower in that dark place for a long, long time.

Until the flower withers, until it feels lonely.

So, it came out.

"Shasha..."

An extremely slight friction sound came from the depths of the ruins.

The golden corpse turned its head suddenly, and its amber eyes instantly locked onto the source of the sound.

Under the ruins, at the entrance of a half-collapsed underground passage, two figures slowly crawled out.

Those are two... corpses?

No, not a corpse either.

Their bodies were shriveled, their skin clinging to their bones, like mummies that had been drained of moisture.Their eye sockets were sunken, with two dark golden flames beating inside, filled with mechanical, lifeless killing intent.

They are the two golden guards created by Xuan with his last strength - Lin Qiu and Wang Hu.

They are not dead.In other words, they "survived" in another, more tragic way.

When Xuan's holy body collapsed and his will dissipated, the two forcibly refined Golden Guards lost the constraints of the highest order and instinctively fell into a deep sleep.Until the golden corpse appeared, this same but completely different aura woke them up.

"Hiss..."

Jin Wei, who looked like Lin Qiu, made a strange hoarse sound in his throat.Her dark golden eye sockets were staring at the golden corpse, seeming to be identifying it, and also seeming to be on guard.

Jin Wei, who looks like Wang Hu, is more direct.He let out a low roar, and his withered body shot up like a spring. His five fingers turned into claws, bringing a rotten wind directly to the golden corpse's throat!

This claw is fast, accurate and ruthless.Although there is no spiritual power fluctuation, the pure physical power is enough to tear the steel plate.

The golden corpse did not move.

It just stood there quietly, looking at that familiar yet unfamiliar face.

This face was once trembling with fear in the Valley of Illusion Mist.

This face once roared with anger in the shabby house in District D.

This face was once crying out of despair in the death row of the Qingyun Sect.

But now, there is only emptiness and murderous intent.

Wang Hu's Golden Guard body has arrived.

His claws grabbed the golden corpse's neck.

The golden corpse still didn't hide.

It just slowly raised its right hand.

"Bang!"

There was a muffled sound.

The golden corpse's palm lightly blocked Wang Hu's claws.

There was no energy collision as imagined, only an even weirder dull feeling, like a sandbag being hit.

Wang Hu's Golden Guard body shook violently.He felt like he was clinging to a wall, a wall made of countless quicksand that had taken away all his strength.

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