Open a Clinic to Cultivate Myself

Wu Yan's flying sword hovered in the void, she wanted to chase, but could not catch up. Fei Jian flying flat and flying vertically are two different things. She can fly upwards obliquely, but the speed can't be compared with the shot in the flesh.

"Ning Tao!" A voice filled with anger rolled over. "Aren't you going to kill me? I'm here, where are you fleeing!"

This is Lin Qinghua's voice.

Ning Tao did not respond and could not respond. He was not afraid of Lin Qinghua, and he would stay for the war. But he took the South Gate to search for immortals, he couldn't afford to lose, he had to run away.

"You are nothing but a kind--a kind!" Lin Qinghua's voice.

Ning Tao still did not respond, not even looking back.

Heiyun was about to close when he saw it.

The dark, energetic energy squeezed like a violent wind.

But at the moment when they were about to close, the gun shot through the dark clouds and continued to fly upwards.

Until this time, Ning Tao looked down. Under the starry sky, the entire Chang'an city is covered by dark clouds. Lightning flashed in the dark clouds, and demonic blood vessels generally diffused in the dark clouds and then disappeared.

"Ninglang ..." A voice from Nanmen Xunxian came, she was nervous.

Ning Tao retracted his right arm, and flew the meat flew up to his feet. The conical gun gas energy field also quickly opens, forming an oval energy passport.

The cold was blocked, and Nanmen Xunxian felt better, but she still looked nervous and scared. This is not because the gun in the flew flew her into the sky. After all, she was once a Danxian. The cultivation of Taoism is higher than Ning Tao, the source of her fear is Lin Qinghua.

Ning Tao held her tightly and comforted her: "Don't worry, we are safe."

He glanced down as he spoke, at this time the flesh shot had flew above the clouds. This cloud is not a prison built by the black cloud, but a normal white cloud. He couldn't see the situation in Chang'an City, but he wasn't expecting it.

Lin Qinghua did not follow up, but the premonition of the crisis was always there, and it did not weaken.

"Ninglang, I feel ..." Nanmen Xunxian stopped talking.

"what?"

"He seems to be able to lock me." Nanmen Xunxian said: "The reason why my life is weak is that he shuttles this underworld and destroys my reincarnation. Those incarnations are like I stuck in the underworld. Roots, he cut them all. "

Ning Tao said after a moment of silence: "I also think that guy may appear again at any time, but I don't know how he did it."

He suspected that as long as he took the South Gate to search for immortals, Lin Qinghua would chase him down. He couldn't do this, but Lin Qinghua was different. Lin Qinghua became the back coffin of the underworld coffin. The underworld coffin was originally a vicious weapon of the underworld. It gave Lin Qinghua the ability to pass through the underworld and **** Case. Thinking of that horse noodle, the goods can freely enter and exit the underworld and the underworld without the need for magical instruments such as the town tower, and there is no seven-day deadline.

"Then we can't go down, but we can't always float in the sky, right?" Nanmen Xunxian said.

This is indeed a problem.

Ning Tao thought of the moon, but as soon as this idea came up, he was denied. The gun in the flesh can fly to the moon, but the moon is almost 400,000 kilometers away from the earth. Even if the gun flew 10,000 kilometers per hour, it would take 40 hours to fly. And he simply can't keep flying at the speed of sound in the flesh for a long time, the plane burns fuel, he burns spiritual power, and he is tired sometimes. More importantly, space is too cold and airless, and now Nanmen, who is still mortal, cannot survive.

However, if you ca n’t go to the moon, is it possible to keep flying in the sky? That can't last long, and the gun in the flesh is not a solar energy charging device.

"Ninglang ..." Nanmen Xunxian didn't say anything, and his look was a little strange.

Ning Tao was in a mess, and was racking her brains to think about the response. She didn't notice the change in her look, but just said, "Huh?"

"You can be on this gun ..."

"what?"

Nanmen hesitated to find the immortal, and his face flushed: "Well, you come ... open the door."