"The boxing technique is called 'barren'. Does it mean that the word 'barren' is important, or even the finishing touch?" Su Xuan said quietly. This was the first moment when he woke up from his understanding and deduction.

The more I think about it, the more I feel that this idea seems to be somewhat correct.

"So, what is desolation?" Su Xuan asked himself.

Next, there was a silence that lasted for several hours.

Until several hours later, suddenly, a ray of light burst into Su Xuan's eyes!!!

"barren?!"

"A few months ago, I left Xuanling Mountain and returned to Yangjiang to see my Su Family Manor again. At that moment, what I felt was desolation!" Su Xuan paused word by word.

In my mind, clear pictures appeared one by one.

It was the scene when he stood in front of the Su family manor three years later and faced the already dilapidated, overgrown, deserted and deserted Su family manor.

The manor in front of you is deserted, real, visible desolation.

Deep in my heart, my parents died, my tribe members disappeared, and all my past familiarity and concern disappeared. What is it not desolation?

"I seem to be a little clear." A smile appeared on Su Xuan's face, very quiet, a quiet smile from the depths of his soul.

The next moment.

Su Xuan suddenly felt a breath rising all over his body.

desolate!

lonely!!

Lonely!!!

The aura gradually condensed, sublimated, and gathered.

It became a real smell of desolation.

The air around is filled with an endless and bleak breath of everything withering, as if a breath can be blown, and the air around it can become endless dust.

Even the space seemed to have been wasted for countless years, but it began to collapse layer by layer and turn into ruins.

The halo on Su Xuan's body became thicker and thicker.

The breath became more and more weird.

At this moment, he gives people a despairing, endless emotional lows...

If the prosperous years have faded and weathered indifferent for thousands of years.

It seems like everything is familiar, the dear person leaves and disappears.

Seeing all the prosperity of millions, I only hope for the sunset.

Su Xuan's whole person seemed to have turned into a spring, a desolate spring.

at this time.

On the entire guardian mountain, the martial arts practitioners from more than ten families left behind all walked out of the sect.

He looked towards the top of the mountain in a terrifying and incredible way.

Inexplicably, their minds are old, the sadness and despair of the years are gone.

This feeling is terrible, so scary that they unknowingly have a desire to live in seclusion, not asking about the world, but only seeking a mountain, a water, and a hut to wait for death.

but.

This sad and desperate aura disappeared in the next moment.

It seemed like there were hallucinations before.

"Just...Just...What happened just now?" Many martial arts practitioners were frightened. Look at me, look at you, you are really frightened!!!

Huangji Palace, in the treasure house.

Su Xuan opened his eyes again.

The desolate aura on his body was not left.

"Very good." The Creation Heavenly Girl spoke.

This is her first time praising Su Xuan.

"This surprised me a little."

"According to my surprise, I realized the desolation?" Su Xuan asked.

"No, unexpectedly, you can get out of the desolation by yourself." The Creation Heavenly Girl said seriously: "It is not difficult to understand the word desolation. The difficult thing is that you can get out. If you can't get out, then you are the one who is most influenced by the desolate artistic conception. From then on, you will have no future. You will sink into despair, sadness, loneliness... You will lose your mind to move forward, weather the years of success and failure, and become a messy weed under the desolation."

Su Xuan's eyes were a little solemn.
Chapter completed!