My Darling Sick Beauty

There are too many borders and fantasies under the rift valley.

Although these things are cumbersome and have no strength, they can still temporarily restrain the pace of others. In particular, the art of illusion makes people feel upset and irritable at night.

But these obstacles won't last long. These two genuine half step golden immortals can't be baffled by this kind of superficial things. Although one has mental problems and doesn't know when it will suddenly ignite, the other is injured and trapped for many years.

To some extent, the top half step fairy in the world is also the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled.

Once the peak of force with the egg in the stomach, listening to Chang Qian's explanation at any time. He estimated the time, and felt that with the little devil's temper, he would not have the patience to dismantle the border and break the magic array one by one.

Sure enough, the next moment he thought of this, there was an extremely violent wave in the rift valley below, and the evil Qi condensed like a sharp force. In the view of Jiang Zheliu, he saw a layer of blood lines after the expansion of the bone wings.

He's starting to run out of patience. Jiang fanliu thought.

"The border is broken." The vertical pupil in Chang Qian's eyes was shining. His eyes were straight and cold. "The immortal of Changhe... Appeared."

This is an opportunity.

"Go." Jiang Zheliu said, "we'll go from the rear."

Little snake believed his immortal brother too much, and felt that the other party must have his own reason. Without too much hesitation, he applied several layers of techniques to cover up the breath, and took Jiang Zheliu to fall into the rift valley.

The two are invisible, the breath is the lowest, and they go along the other route quietly. All the surrounding illusions were broken by the blood lines that swayed outside when hearing people's night bone wings spread out, and they almost entered Changhe xianzun's old nest unimpeded——

It is an abandoned Taoist temple.

The abandoned things in three thousand years, perhaps in that year, are also the most glorious and prosperous fairyland treasure land.

The closer you get, the more obvious the voice and momentum in front of you. However, there was no other arrangement outside the Taoist temple, as if "Zhang Chengzhi" didn't care about Mingjing's going or staying. He just wanted to follow Jiang Zheliu at night.

In the golden immortal fight, don't stand by under the spirit. Otherwise, if you are injured by mistake, you will be seriously injured or even endanger your life. The farther you can avoid, the better.

Jiang Chuanliu holds his breath and steps into the depth of Taoist temple.

He has seldom done such a thing since he became famous as a young man. However, when he traveled all over the world and trained his talents, he was always on the way to rescue the hostages.

But at that time, most of them were graceful and lovely young girls, often with heart pounding, and they would never give in to each other. Now, he only saw the little monk with blood on his skirt.

Master Mingjing didn't seem to be seriously injured, but there was blood on his lips.

The little monk noticed that someone was coming. He raised his eyes and looked surprised for a moment. He wiped away the residual blood and said, "master Jiang..."

His voice is hoarse and fuzzy, and his vocal cords have been damaged, but he hasn't recovered by himself.

"Master?" Jiang Zheliu felt that he could not accept the title, but he didn't refuse the respect and respect of the other party. Instead, he stretched out his hand and took out a little lotus flower from the storage ware.

There is ice on the lotus and ice crystals are scattered in the air.

Mingjing's eyes stopped on the lotus platform.

"This is Lord he's private possession." Jiang Zheliu looked at him and said, "I used to borrow it, but now it's in a critical situation. He picked it up in those days, so it's better to return it to its original owner."

Mingjing didn't speak, but raised her eyes slightly and looked at each other's face. After a long time, she said, "if you don't give me something rich in aura, you can be blessed and return to the peak."

"I'd like to see Zen master return to the top." Jiang Zheliu said with a smile, "Buddha lotus terrace and other treasures, if you ferry me to become a monk, won't the little devil drown lanruo temple in tears?"

It's just a joke. There won't be any problem with Yijiang's Daoxin.

This is a clear thing.

The lotus gradually loosens with the spirit power of the river broken willow, and slowly floats into the little monk's hand. He looked down at the lotus terrace in the palm of his hand and sighed: "the past is like dust, and should not be involved in this life."

"But it's time." Jiang Zheliu looked into his eyes“ Zen master and Buddha talk about universal salvation for all living beings, but sometimes it's difficult for all living beings to pass, and it's not necessary to chant scriptures and purify them. If we let their spirits disperse, turn into true spirits, and return to heaven and earth, isn't it also a kind of universal salvation? "

Mingjing hesitated for a moment, looked at him, as if thinking about this sentence.

Although Jiang Zheliu has been the first immortal gate for many years, the way of doing things in these words seems to be a little too radical at the moment. He doesn't look like an immortal gate of the mean and integrity. On the contrary, he has a taste of the devil's world.

After staying for a long time, they will infect each other. I just hope there is no problem in their mind.

Clear thinking seems to be stuck in this persuasion.

"The Buddha also has a golden and angry look. The Zen master doesn't understand it, but he has compassion in his heart."

Jiang Zheliu's words fell down and looked at each other for a moment. Seeing Mingjing, he finally sighed and put the lotus terrace in his hand.

Previous life, this life, or estrangement, but the effect is better than that of people who have no contact at all.

The breath on Mingjing's body is blessed by liantai, and it has a short and subtle change. The spiritual realm surges up all the way, stuck at a critical point, without breaking through.

He is different from Jiang Zheliu. Although he has passed through these natural disasters and thunder clouds in his previous life, he still needs to go through the reincarnation again. Therefore, even if he has the lotus platform of Buddhism to bless the spiritual power, he can't reach the level of a half step golden immortal.

But even so, it's enough. It's his stuff.

Mingjing gives a salute to the broken willows on the river, and then a lotus shadow emerges behind her. In a flash, her figure has disappeared in front of her.

This should be the strongest team in the world.

Jiang Zheliu took a look at the palm of his hand, slowly folded his fingers and gradually clenched them. He said in a low voice, "go and have a look."

Chang Qian was stunned for a moment, and said: "the genuine Taoists have to peel off their skins. If they can't fight, isn't it..."

"I'm worried about what he's going to do." Jiang Zheliu breathed out a breath, "Chang He Xian Zun Zhang Chengzhi, under the reputation, but out of chaos. I'll see for myself what's going on. "

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Blood wave spread.

The evil Qi is mixed with blood colored lines. Taking this rift valley as the center, it spreads wildly, and the surrounding land is pushed away layer by layer. The rocks are cut off like fish scales and annihilated into ashes.

Even the terrain has changed.

The night devil's horn has a bone tail. Its wings are spread out in the air. The arm armor is covered with a layer of bone armor. The armor is made into barbs, and the cold light is quiet.

The destructive power of the demon clan itself is too strong. Even if the two people are bombarded by light waves, they can feel the irresistible, brutal and terrifying killing spirit in the evil spirit of the night.

This is the breath that I like in the end.

He was haunted by ghost Qi, but he was shaken away by the power of the main road in his body. At the end of the day, with a pluck of the string, the ugly but penetrating sound burst out of my ears, filled with a terrible feeling.

Qinbo forms a barrier to protect him.

"Lord demon." He has been lazy to cover up himself, "too strong, often pay the price.". Don't you know? "

Once a fight broke out in the night of hearing people, there would be few words, and the more he put in, the less he would be able to distinguish a few wisps of intelligence at this time, and then he answered this question: "pay the price because it's not strong enough."

A typical answer from the demons.

The ghost Qi and the evil Qi are overlapping and winding, full of a sense of gloom. Hearing people raise their hands at night, the black long sword in their palms is full of light, and the cold light of thirsty blood is exposed in the edge.

At the end of the day, he knocked on the head and said with a smile: "you're so murderous. You should fit in well with the killing way, don't you?"

Smell night lick lick eager to bite fangs: "yes, you die I die of that."

A string of invisible broken sound waves burst out from the head of the piano.

At this moment, he zuozhi, while limiting each other's activities, constantly observed the situation of hearing people's night, and sent a message to his ear: "this is not Zhang Chengzhi."

Smell the person night action tiny Dun, think of river to break Liu to enjoin his several kinds of conjectures before.

"Resurrect the dead?" Old ghost he was shocked to smack his tongue, and then quickly rejected, "no, no soul... No spirit?"

What the ghost Qi touches is just a body, in which there is no spirit belonging to natural beings.

But I can't hear his voice clearly at night.

The black knife in his palm spits out saliva and smashes into the sound wave barrier in front of the terminal. The blade cuts the barrier open, and the edge of the blade falls straight into the opponent's body.

The blood gushed, sending out the smell of stimulating people's nerves.

Before he fully realized the speed of the blade into the meat, he was hit into his head by a sharp and piercing sound. Hearing the night suddenly retreat, with the blood spread on the blade, also swallow back a mouthful of fishy sweet.

His weakness is too obvious. He can't be hit by this sound wave all the time. He won't get weak, but he will go crazy.

But his prototype is still shaking its tail, and has been thoroughly excited.

It's hard to reduce the excitement.

He Zhixiang's ghost spirit not only entangled the thing that occupied the old monster's body, but also pulled Wen renye. He intuitively felt that Wen renye was the most dangerous one at this time. Instead of pressing this thing to death, he had better pull a fight. Maybe the consequences would be better.

He was right.

Lord mozun's blood is boiling.

He seldom meets an opponent who can fight for several rounds. When he sees the sonic barrier, it's like tearing it up and grinding it into powder. When he sees the player's hand, he wants to cut it off and destroy it. He wants to tear the player's body and crush the spirit in his mind into dust.

At this moment, Wen renye can only be sure that he has such an idea, but he can't be sure whether he has been influenced by the Taoist seed. His Taoist heart is unstable, and he is already crazy. Maybe the Taoist seed doesn't have to attack, and he is just as violent and cruel.

The double swords, covered with sunlight, wave the knife gas between heaven, earth, mountains and rivers. The breath is rolling and splitting the mausoleum.

He once again split the reconstituted sound barrier, crushed the piano in the end's hand, and even smashed his shoulder. The residual wave was only half an inch short of his throat.

But in the same way, his destructive power is terrible.

At the end, he stared at the bloody blade in his hand. Somehow, his heart was also very excited. He felt that he had finally met the same kind.

He has long had the idea of destroying the world and getting free after getting rid of the control of the source. After winning Zhang Cheng, he is doing it very actively. But at that time, Zhang Chengzhi's ghost had not disappeared, still influencing him from time to time, and he was waiting for Jiang Zheliu to fall behind and gave birth to another idea.

He sensed the possibility of arousing other kinds of Tao from hearing people's night.

The so-called Tao species are a part of the origin of the world and a part of the ladder left for practitioners to climb the clouds. Even if they do not appear, they always exist.

Finally, he raised his head. He stared at the black knife in front of him, soaked in blood, and pointed straight at the tip of his nose, as if it would penetrate his head in the next moment,

But he didn't care.

He restrained his excitement and asked at the hearing night, "is that you?"

The face armor of the night of hearing people emerged, and the purple eyes in the eyes evolved into a magic flame.

——Is that me?

what do you mean.

He couldn't understand.

At the end of the smile of the next moment, a mighty Buddha through the sky. Straight down on his back, and the killing around him.

A ten mile radius is one of Su.

The light of Buddha mingles with the fragrance of lotus. Although there is a little deficiency, it is also very rare. At the end of the day, the smile on his lips stopped abruptly, and his eyes were full of emotion, a little gloomy.

He looked at the monk in white who had fallen from mid air.

Mingjing's blood is still there, but his face is still peaceful and quiet. He doesn't seem to be angry for any offense. What he does is to help all living beings.

"Excuse me?" His voice was extremely hoarse. "I haven't done it for a long time."

At the end, he pulled his lips: "little bald man, you can't beat me."

"You can hear the benefactor." It's clear and calm.

"He will become a madman." At the end, he was forced to retreat by the double knives, and he suddenly laughed, "he's already a madman."

"If you can suppress it, you can." Mingjing said, "I will transform you."

At this moment, the meaning of "Du Hua" does not seem to be as gentle as before.

Finally, the cold face.

But when he looked at the night of hearing people and the murderous opportunity on him, he suddenly fell into another kind of strange obsession. His loneliness, his hatred, and every day that he had been walking on thin ice but gradually strong since he woke up, all got a different relief.

He's talking to his face, or to his partner.

"Willing to disappear?"

Finally asked.

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Not far away, Jiang Zheliu just stood beside him, and saw a pillar of light coming down.

He seems to have been keeping a distance from the main battlefield. He stares at the pillar of light, sniffs the lotus fragrance in the air, and says: "you've made the lotus terrace clear!"

Jiang Zheliu looked into the distance: "well."

"Then I won't come back!"

"It wasn't yours."

He is so angry that he has a toothache. His ghost Qi spreads everywhere and is weaving and overlapping all the time. It almost covers the front into a net and has the effect of controlling the field.

"See what that thing is?" Asked Jiang Zheliu.

He has confirmed that this person is not Changhe xianzun at all. But he came a little later. Because of his lack of cultivation, he couldn't hear the conversation of several people in front of him clearly. He could only see the battles that changed the terrain with every move.

"Sort of... See." Old ghost he touched his chin.

"What is it?" Jiang Zheliu looks at each other.

"Maybe..." when he said this, he felt more toothache, "the end of the way."

"Daozhong?"

"Well..." he licked his lips and suddenly said, "I put it in the body."

Jiang Zheliu was silent for a long time, and there was another piercing sound in his ear. He couldn't help it, so he turned around and vomited.

He Suo looked at him retching with a complicated look. He didn't know what was the situation of the other side, and his mood was very complicated.

Does it sound... Disgusting?

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I'm too sleepy. I'm dizzy. I may fix it.