Beyond the Divine States

Ning Changchang's sword tip is not stained with any blood. His face is very white, and his lines are between soft and strong. He looks like an elegant young man of a noble family.

The posture of his sword is also very strange. It's an extremely thankless posture. A lot of power is oppressed on his legs and waist. On the contrary, his arms are soft and weak, but I don't know why he can directly kill the grey robed old man with one sword.

No one knows when or where he appeared.

At the moment when the grey robed old man fell down, his body was released from the strange sword posture, and when he received the sword, his blood was completely shaken.

"Master..." the first person to recognize Ning Changjiu is Nancheng. He looks at the familiar figure in white and trembles with excitement.

All eyes fell on him.

"Who are you?" When people ask questions, they are alert, but not afraid.

His waist that piece of jade plate as eye-catching, that proves his identity and realm.

No matter how powerful he is, he is only an inner disciple of the immortal kingdom. Under the attack, he may be able to kill the old man in grey in the immortal kingdom. But now that everyone is facing him, what waves can he make?

Ning long did not answer, just closed his eyes, said: "now scattered, each back to his cave, I can as did not see you."

The atmosphere of the scene suddenly changed when the words with the meaning of rampant provocation were said.

They can't know his true state from his breath or that sword, but at the moment his behavior is probably just bluff, but Rao is so, the life sparing monks are still not willing to hand out the first sword.

Most of the monks present were practitioners of the previous generation. Generally, the monks who had reached the bottleneck of their cultivation either held positions in the peak, traveled all over the world, or continued to practice in seclusion. Therefore, their realm was quite mixed, but most of them also had the strength to live a long life. These elders were once regarded as the core strength of tianku peak.

"When will your younger generation intervene in our enmity?" The former questioner thought that he had seen the truth clearly and stood up first.

Ning Changjiu's sword hand fell down, looking weak. He closed his eyes and drew his shoulders together, as if the sword that killed the old man in grey was just good luck.

Everyone knows that he is hiding clumsiness, but after a long time, how can he be fooled by a younger generation? What's more, they have so many people.

The man came out, he stared at Ning long sword, said: "willing to learn."

Ning Changchang let out a sound, his body moved, white clothes dragged out a little shadow, the sword tip cold star like edge also swayed, the sword gas like water drops splashed into the burning hot boiler, instantly turned into white gas and went away.

The vigilance and seriousness in the man's eyes turned into contempt.

Ning long sword, sword gas like an arrow, tight and instant, killing intention from the point into a line, toward the man's throat cut.

When the sword came, the man only felt that the old man in grey robe was not worth his death. How ridiculous it was for the master of the long-lived Zhongjing to die under such a sword?

The careless person is already smiling, so he should learn a lesson, so he was pressed down by the slighting. He tried to be cautious and speculated whether there would be any change after this sword.

There's no change. The sword hidden in the sword Qi came straight in front of me, and the exquisite sword was flashy because of the lack of realm.

With one hand, the man went directly into the Qi of the sword and held the iron sword. With the other hand, he suddenly patted the scabbard. With a clank, the long sword broke the scabbard and came out. It was very important to brush it for a long time.

Everything happened in a very short period of time, the man's expression was so focused that someone behind him called "be careful".

His concentration cost him his life.

The sword that killed him came from the side of his waist. The point of the sword hardly suffered any resistance, so it broke his defense and sent most of the sword body into the man's flesh and blood. Then the Qi of the sword exploded from the inside of his body and shattered his purple mansion Qi sea.

There's no chance he'll survive.

Before he died, the man didn't look over his head. In his blurred vision, he vaguely saw a little girl.

After several hours of sword testing, the girl was not so tired, and her murderous spirit was not in line with her age.

"Monster..."

This is the final evaluation of the two brothers and sisters when the man fell down.

Ning took back the sword for a long time. This time, his sword didn't even touch any blood, but the cold light on it was even more frightening. He raised his eyes and looked at the other elders on the scene without saying a word.

Ning Xiaoling pulled out the sword. She was very nervous. Her fingernails clasped tightly in the palm of her hand, which made her hand tremble.

She has seen people kill many times, and she has killed many white boned demons in Linhe City. But her sword was stained with human blood for the first time. What's more unfortunate is that her sword seemed to stab a thick blood vein. The blood gushed out under high pressure splashed on her white clothes. In the thick and pungent smell of blood, her pupils also turned dark red.

After the first killing, she was not excited or happy. At the moment when she pulled out the sword, she even had some fear. On the bright edge of the sword was her restless face.

Ning Changjiu knew that this was something she would experience sooner or later. She came to her side, took her hand with the sword, and said in a voice that only she could hear: "they want master to die, what can we do?"

Ning Xiaoling closed his eyes, and the smell of blood in his nose seemed to fade.

"Kill them." She said.

Ning has not affirmed or denied it for a long time. He knows that there is a bloodthirsty seed in everyone's heart, and that seed is buried at the moment when everyone holds the sword. He just hopes that Ning's seed can grow into a lush flower tree, rather than a devil's flower.

So he wants to tell Ning Xiaoling the reason for killing, let her firm his heart.

Ning Changjiu and Ning Xiaoling are certainly not the opponents of so many elders, but at the moment when the grey robed old man died, the alliance which was not solid was once again cracked.

Some people have long been indifferent to the past gratitude and resentment. They don't care how much strength the boy in white has, but the two corpses on the ground always remind them to cherish their lives, and they don't want to participate in the fight.

"I don't know what kind of state we have now?" Someone asked with emotion and left the cliff beside the dragon column.

"Well, you have a good sword skill and a good strategy. If Lu had half your brain, I'm afraid she would not be in danger today." Someone stood up and looked at Ning for a long time.

Lu Jiajia is a bit stupid... Ning Changjiu nodded and agreed with him.

Some people express their own ideas, some people express their own attitudes, people who have their own actions in a very short period of time.

Ning Xiaoling gradually came out of the emotion of killing people for the first time. One month in Linhe City, the wealth of her monastic career, the red moon hanging in the sky every day and night, gave her great courage as well as panic.

Ning Xiaoling soon calmed down. Sometimes blood is a treasure. In the early spring, even if she won the first prize, she didn't have much real feeling. But now she saw blood with her long sword, and she had a better understanding of daomen Yinxi and her own swordsmanship.

"Elder Yun, do you want to go too?" Suddenly there was a man at the edge of the cliff.

A man in the uniform of Tianzong sword stopped. His face was thin and his body was long. He looked like a teacher.

He looked young, but he was called elder Yun. After hearing the cry, he turned his head and looked unhappy: "what's the noise?"

"I just want you to remember your duty," the caller said coldly

"Duty? What are the responsibilities? "

"You used to be the envoy of the law hall."

"Oh? What do you want to say? "

"Lu Jia is guilty! No one among the peaks knows this better than us. Didn't you get that letter? "

"Well? What letter? " Cloud long old face dew doubt, seem to be don't understand each other's words.

And the other side did not give him an answer, he with his own questions forever fell into the hell.

It was the man who put the blade against the back of the man in Tsing Yi who killed him. After the man asked "the letter", he did not hesitate to turn the blade to kill the man.

And the reaction of the man in green is also very fast. At the first moment when he is out of danger, what he does is not to be lucky, but to pull out his sword and stab the menace in an instant.

At the moment of this scene, many swords lit up, as if everyone here had different thoughts and positions. This kind of chaos became more chaotic after the chaos broke out.

And Ning Changjiu understood one thing in their short communication: they had a premeditated plan to marry Lu and die.

Some people planned this on their back, but the planner didn't seem to tell everyone that he was going to kill Lu Jiajia.

Many of these people are loyal to the old peak Lord, and many of them have a big feud with the old peak Lord. Their generation had a huge separation.

This sense of seclusion is not clear when everyone is closed. At the moment, this feeling is like a giant axe hanging high. It finally falls at the moment, easily splitting the superficial hypocrisy and revealing the hidden conspiracy.

"What happened?" Yazhu arrived a little late. She pushed the sword out of its sheath with her thumb in one hand and held the silver sword that should have been given to Ning Xiaoling in the other.

"They want to kill master!" Ning Xiaoling explained the situation with the most concise words.

Yazhu has a clatter in her heart. She knows that there are contradictions hidden in the peak, but she didn't expect that those old things really contain so much power.

Suddenly the sound of the sword's blade hitting each other started.

The man with the sword is wearing a high crown. He cuts at the man in Qingyi with a sword. The man in Qingyi can't avoid it and is directly cut off by the other side. At the same time, the man with the sword is stabbed in the back by the man in Qingyi after killing one person, and nearly falls into the cliff.

In this scene, no one is the winner.

More and more people are doing it.

They don't even know which camp they belong to.

But those who supported Lu's marriage, led by the people in Qingyi who had broken their wrists, protected the position of the rope of Fengshi to prevent it from being cut off by the sword. Yazhu also took the sword and stayed in front of Fengshi.

Yazhu is also one of the disciples who teach swordsmanship. But this is the first time that Ning Xiaoling saw martial uncle Yazhu really do it. Her sword can't be called many pieces, but her footwork is very clever. When she passes through the shadow of the sword, her clothes are intact, just like a moth in the rain.

Ning Changjiu didn't put out his sword at once. He always felt that there was something strange behind it.

Even though the old Fengzhu did have a grudge with them, after all, they have been dead for so many years. What reason do they have to continue that hatred to this day and even pay their lives for it?

And what was the letter that caused the murder?

Ning couldn't figure out these things for a long time, just as he only vaguely thought of something when he saw the traces of rock breaking on the edge of the cliff... He seemed to have fallen into this peak valley?

This idea is somewhat unrealistic, but in the first time quickly occupied his brain.

"Xiaoling, did I... Disappear before?" Even if the situation is critical, Ning Changjiu still can't help asking the doubts in his heart.

Ning Xiaoling nodded and said, "well, so the master came to see you. She thought you had fallen to the bottom of the peak."

"Well..." Ning long nodded, and finally remembered what had happened before.

He narrowly killed Yan Feng at the edge of the cliff, and then he was shocked into the bottom of the peak by his opponent's counterattack before his death. Then he woke up at the bottom of the peak and found a narrow road, which could lead to the outside of tianku peak.

It was all he could think of.

Ning long time no time to do more thinking, in front of the chaos, suddenly a sword forced to come.

The elder who made the sword didn't have a high level, even similar to Ning Xiaoling. But the time for him to make the sword was excellent. He keenly caught Ning Changchang's absence and wanted to take this opportunity to kill the mysterious young man.

The elder's sword destroyed the formation of thoughts in Ning Changjiu's brain.

It was his interruption that made Ning long think of many unreasonable places in his memory afterwards.

But he won't thank the elder.

There was a golden light in the boy's eyes, and his chest was also condensed into a ball of gold. The gold did not turn into a golden black, but into a golden arrow.

Without bows and strings, the golden arrow seems to have grown its own wings, whew and sprint away.

Although the speed of the elder's sword didn't stop at all, he lost his target in his eyes.

Because his pupils were illuminated by the sudden golden light, huge heat was ignited from them. In a blink of an eye, those eyes were burned into two fisheye sized beads.

The sword in his hand still stabs with inertia, but Ning Changjiu has sidestepped away and stabbed the sword into his chest with backhand.

"Do you know what terrible things will be brought about by the secluded people going out?"

Just as Ning long to make further action, fighting in the crowd, suddenly a voice rang up.

No one could hear the voice clearly, and no one asked this boring question, so the man had to answer by himself: "shut up, no one can know at the first time what level he has achieved in this period. This is the biggest card of everyone here. Many of them are confident that they will not be killed, including me."

"This confidence is often the source of disaster and death." The man sighed so deeply.

The sound of fighting seems to have weakened.

It was not until then that people found the speaker.

The man was a young man in dark green clothes. He was white and tender, with a bun and a long sword. He didn't know what secret means he had used before, but no one found him. Now when he walked out, the handsome young man was striking, with a great sense of oppression.

"Who are you?" The voice of the man in green was a little painful. He couldn't remember when there was such a person in the peak.

The answer to him is not the youth's answer, but his sword.

As he spoke, the boy opened his mouth and spat out a flying sword. The flying sword ran through the blood and came to the man in Qingyi. Although he broke one hand, he was an expert at the beginning of his life. This simple sword didn't kill him under his guard.

And the boy didn't want to kill him, he just showed his identity.

"Seven meanings?" The man in green noticed the words engraved on the flying sword. He suddenly remembered something and exclaimed: "you are from Zitian Taoist gate!"

It is said that the swordsmen of Zitian daomen like to use numbers as their surnames.

The young man did not deny it, with a cool smile: "purple heaven, seven meanings."

He has lived for a long time, but the art of rejuvenation makes him look very young. His delicate skin looks like a new born baby.

In the previous scuffle, the two factions fought against each other, while some people lurked among them, secretly attacked everyone, and inflicted heavy wounds on them.

He is the seven senses.

After he left his sword marks on dozens of people present, he was sure that there was no one in this generation of tiankufeng. He was the strongest among all the people present. Of course, he didn't need to hide any more.

Looking at the ordinary but courageous teenager, Qiyi said with a smile, "are you willing to follow me to the purple heaven gate?"

Ning long ignored his questions. He could feel that the other side's realm was extremely high, even half of the way to the purple court. Now, in this peak, except Yan Zhou, who could not get out of the book Pavilion, no one was his opponent.

The smile on Qi Yi's face is not reduced at all. His realm gives him unique patience. "It doesn't matter. I'll give you time to think."

Ning long pretended to think for a while.

And seven meaning also didn't want to wait for his answer at all, at the time of rather long hang head to meditate, he pretended to be right hair crown, sleeves shake up, another flying sword handed out, stabbed to rather long.

Qiyi believes that every sword is a one shot sword. It's no problem to kill a teenager outside.

There was a clear tinkle.

Ning long block this sword, he did not use his own sword to block, but from nowhere pulled out a twig like twisted black iron.

This black iron has no edge, and it can't instill spiritual power, so it can't cut out sword Qi. It's very weak to kill people.

But because of its hard material, it is suitable to resist the attack of some swords.

Qiyi's sudden sword just hit the iron bar like a magnet. It was short and powerful. Ning was shocked by the power from the iron bar for a long time, but the flying sword was also thrown away and plunged into the nearby rock.

Qiyi looks at the iron bar in his hand, and his eyes are clear. He knows that it's definitely a treasure of humble appearance, but this treasure falls into the hands of this young man who doesn't know how to control it. It's really a sword in the dust.

He intends to take immediate action and snatch what Ning Changjiu has.

But Qiyi still miscalculated one thing.

That is the contradiction between Yujian Tianzong and Zitian daomen.

The contradiction between the two sects has a long history. Previously, Yan Zhou doubted whether Ning Changjiu was an undercover from the purple heaven sect.

At this moment, the contradiction of zongmen made the originally fragmented tiankufeng united, and all the sword points pointed to Qiyi.

Seven meaning aware of, unconsciously sighed.

When the Qianmen master ordered him to come, he told him to be calm.

At the moment, he realized that his breath was still not calm. Although the general trend had fallen to his side, those who did not pay attention to him suddenly twisted together, which would still bring a lot of pressure.

The tension was soon broken.

A sound of breaking suddenly sounded.

Ning long even in the face of seven meaning flying sword still indifferent face, at this moment finally changed.

It's the sound of a broken tightrope.

When everyone's eyes fell on Qi Yi, the man with the knife suddenly broke through several people's defense and cut off the sword rope tied on the cliff peak!

The sudden scene surprised many people. Yazhu exposed her weakness as a woman and breathed out her voice.

All of a sudden, the tension of the sword dissipated. Qi Yi felt relieved and laughed happily. "What kind of deep hatred do you have in tianku peak, and you want to kill the peak owner like this?"

This is also a question in Ning Changchang's and Ning Xiaoling's mind. In their mind, Lu's marriage treats people very well. No matter how heavy the resentment of the previous generation is, it should not involve her.

Ning Changchang suddenly misses Zhao xianger. If she is around, where does this monk of purple heaven have the chance to be rampant?

The long and thin iron rope fell down the cliff at the moment of breaking.

There was no sound in the valley. Everything was submerged in the darkness.

Life and death are hard to predict.

Others present, for some unknown reason, felt that Lu's marriage was a lot of bad luck. Only Ning Changjiu calmed down after a short period of gaffe. He thought that he could get out of it when he fell into the valley. Lu's realm was far higher than his own, so he should be OK.

He has always been focused on seven, looking for his exposed, even the slightest flaw.

Qi Yi's spirit power of protecting the body is not leaking, and it doesn't show any flaws from the beginning to the end. But soon, he made a fatal mistake that he didn't expect.

Looking at the people who had already broken up, Qiyi said, "where was the holy weapon of Zitian Taoist gate stolen by that old man? If you say it, I will spare that man from death."

"The holy instrument of the purple heaven gate?"

Some people are puzzled. They have never heard of it. They just vaguely feel that they have touched the corner of a huge conspiracy.

And those who know more about it all of a sudden look down, the killing heart is like a knife to pierce the material, and the sharp edge is like telling the truth of Qiyi's words.

The first person to answer the question is the man who cut the iron rope with a knife. His skin has been exposed to the sun for a long time and looks very dark. If he had not broken the iron rope with a knife before, he would be very humble now.

Listening to Qiyi's words, he showed a smile. His teeth, which are opposite to his skin color, are dazzling and like a knife reflecting light. "It seems that your sect leader is really dying. What kind of purple heaven sect, the sect leader who lives by swallowing the dead, is also related to the word daomen?"

Face him

Ironically, Qi Yi's face didn't change much. He just looked at him like a dead man.

He is indeed a dead man. Unless he can escape from Shengtian at this moment, he will never be let go of either Yujian Tianzong or Zitian daomen.

But he was still laughing, as if he didn't think he was going to die.

His smile has been to seven meaning sword into his eyebrow that moment finally solidified.

He widened his huge pupil, and all his faces were reflected in his lax eyes. His expression before his death was so shocked, as if he was wondering why no one could save him. At the last moment, he realized the truth of the dog cooking and the rabbit dying. He decided to tell the deepest secret in his heart, but only one syllable was sent out in time

"Cold..."

After a syllable similar to cold, the man with the knife fell to the ground without a sound.

The word "cold" falls into everyone's heart and has different interpretations.

Qiyi also has his own worries. He knows that there are countless treasures hidden at the bottom of the peak and valley, and the black fog of the dead blocking the road seems to be a solemn declaration of the holy weapon that can hold all souls. Now it is hidden at the bottom of the peak of tianku!

He raised his arm. His dark sleeves were like two black holes.

The black fog began to billow with his movements.

"Stop him Someone yelled.

The silver blade passed by, but the people in the center of the storm were indifferent.

Just as I expected... The corners of Qi Yi's mouth are slightly raised.

He has practiced Taoism for decades, not to exorcise ghosts but to summon souls. This valley full of undead is like a jar of creeping maggots, tossing up and down between his arms. He realized the beauty for a while, and then yanked his hand.

These evil spirits are his huge sword. He has never held such a huge sword. He is confident that this sword can cut everything in the hidden peak when it is formed.

But Qiyi forgot one thing.

All swords in the world have two sides.

When the wave of evil spirits rises like a tsunami, Ning Changjiu finally finds the opportunity of this moment.

He took a look at Ning Xiaoling. Ning Xiaoling, who had been silent for a long time, understood and immediately nodded.

She's going to protect him from the attack.

Ning long sword figure toward the wave of the dead rushed in the past.

Seven meaning slightly Yi a, he in the heart faintly feel a trace of alarm, but in any case also don't understand this trace of alarm can come from where?

Then Qi Yi looks at the scene in front of her and can't help thinking of a myth.

It is said that when a warrior led his tribe to flee, he came to the edge of the sea. They had no way to go. Fortunately, the God gave the power to the leader of the warrior. He separated the sea with the supreme power. When his tribe fled along the sea bed, the sea closed and stopped the pursuers.

In the thousand waves aroused by the souls of the dead, a road was separated from the middle.

It was a golden road, like a ladder to the kingdom of God.

Then Qiyi found that he was wrong. This is not the legend that the gods separated the sea, but the story that all the rivers were evaporated on the ninth day.

The darkness seemed to have met a natural enemy and was bitten away in an instant. As the "culprit", Jinwu was hanging in the middle, with a red sun behind him, so his dark gold feathers became a black silhouette.

"Evil animal!" Qiyi finally loses his temper. He realizes that this thing should be a special spirit, but he doesn't realize that the waves of his emotions will ruin his life.

As darkness alternated with light, a sword came in.

That sword seems to have been given strength by the gods, so fast that you can't see any cold light.

However, Qiyi was not a layman. He had seen the old man in grey robe die under this sword before, and he recognized that it was not the sword technique of Yujian Tianzong. So he was very curious about Ning's long history, and even wanted to win him over.

It's just that the onlooker and the visitor are two different things. When he really faced the sword, he felt the horror.

That feeling reminds him of the first time he learned the art of soul control. The fierce roars of those souls eroded his mind. He shivered in that fear and shed countless tears. Now that he is young, the shadow of his childhood comes again.

"Tianwei! You are acting rashly! Sooner or later, you will be killed by heaven and earth with such a sword

Seven meaning didn't open his mouth, but the thought in his heart forced the only ghosts around to open their mouth and finish these words.

Ning has heard similar curse in Linhe City for a long time, but he doesn't care.

The long sword cuts off Qi Yi's head. His body falls back and falls into the endless abyss. He is bitten by the hungry ghost. And his head was thrown high, and he fell to the ground smoothly. Before he died, he didn't know whether he was crying or laughing.

After the death of Qiyi, everyone was obviously relieved.

They looked at the sword in Ning Long's hand and felt an unreal cold.

The man in green looked at the sword and frowned.

There's blood on that sword.

This shows that the boy has exhausted all his strength, and he can't even shake the blood off the sword as he did just now.

Ning Xiaoling stood behind him without saying a word, reflecting all the peeping eyes with his sword. That appearance reminds many people of Lu's marriage when she was still a girl.

"Kill these young girls."

Many people have this idea in mind at the same time.

They stare at the blood hanging from the tip of Ning Changchang's sword and make a final assessment of his realm.

But at this time, unexpectedly, the words of the man with the knife before his death were supplemented and fulfilled.

Hidden peak, came the sound of vibration more than.

They looked at the place where the voice came from, and their thoughts quickly came together

"Cold prison, broken!"

……

Today, tianku peak has experienced great turbulence which is hard to encounter in decades. The cause of all this is just a fight between a escaped criminal and a mysterious man in white, one died, and the other fell into a deep valley.

It's like a bait. After it's spilled, it attracts large and small fish to emerge from the deep water.

When everyone felt that everything was going to be settled temporarily, the sound of the broken walls of the cold prison was like a big LV Huangzhong, which made the ghosts in the hearts of all the people in the presence flee quickly.

No one knows who opened the cold prison.

But many of the old monsters in the cold prison just think of it, it makes people shudder.

Those who have spare strength are staring at the direction of the cold prison, as if facing the enemy.

Only one elder stares at Ning Changjiu and says in a cold voice: "I know this sword! You are the one who fell into the abyss before! It turns out that you deliberately want to lead Lu to marry down... You are the biggest evil spirit who wants to disturb this peak! "

His words brought many people's attention back to Ning Changjiu from the cold prison.

The danger of destruction of the cold prison has not really come. The powerful monsters in it may have become pigs and sheep that can be slaughtered at will after such a long time.

And now, they have time to try the guilty.

"Elder Huang, are you sure it's him? There can be no mistake. "

"There's no mistake. I can recognize such a strange sword even if it's burnt to ashes! He is also an undercover sent by the heretics, just like the seven spirits

Listening to them, Ning Xiaoling felt a little sad. She looked at the warm head on the ground, and her hand holding the sword was shaking. She wanted to draw the sword to frustrate all the people who spoke and drive them into the deepest hell.

At the moment, Ning Changjiu, the target of public criticism, did not say a word.

Ning Xiaoling, who has always been united with his elder martial brother, knows his true situation - he has no strength to make another sword.

I'll have to protect him.

The heart of her sword is more Stoic.

But anger and hatred could not be turned into a real state. She knew that if they attacked together, she would never be able to stop them. So soon, her killing heart became the heart of death.

Those with a strange heart of the elders have not yet attacked, rather for a long time, but they can not support the first.

Today, he has used that strange sword move three times in a row. Each time, he has a great loss on his body. He doesn't know how to survive until now. When he killed Yan Feng, he had exhausted all his strength.

Looking at the abyss, he felt a gentle feeling in his heart. It was like a thirsty man walking through the desert for decades, and finally saw the water in the oasis.

Rather long body forward.

At that moment, he suddenly realized that he had been planted with magic lure!

Who planted it for himself? He can't remember.

It's too late.

A body without support is like a Hongyu falling into a pool.

Ning Xiaoling, who is focused on the enemy behind him, gives a exclamation. She is still slow. When she turns back, a piece of white clothes in her hand has slipped away. She watches Ning long fall into the endless abyss.

Ning Xiaoling's heart also seems to be tied with a huge stone, falling endlessly with him. Her feet were unsteady, and her body faltered. This flaw was caught by someone, and the sword went straight to her back. Fortunately, Yazhu reacted quickly, and immediately blocked the attack from her back“ Xiaoling, don't do anything stupid Yazhu immediately made a sound to remind her. Ning Xiaoling turned a deaf ear. She looked at the abyss and wanted to jump down, but she saw the white shadow floating up again like a ghost. Ning Xiaoling immediately wiped away her tears. When she calmed down, all the haze in her heart disappeared“ Elder martial brother... Master In the abyss, a white shadow holding another white shadow rose against the sky, broke through the line of sight and came to a messy hidden peak. Lu Jiajia's head is hanging, and her beautiful face is covered in the scattered green silk. Then her cold voice rings out, like a ghost in hell asking for directions, "who hurt him?"（ Finally, it's over. It's even later. I'm sorry.)（ Thank you so much to the leader of the book friend!!! Thank you for your support! The door of the eighth kingdom of God opens. Welcome to her loyal Kingdom ~)