This is My Planet

Chapter 126 Sword Heart

Yan Wuyue, who was obviously tossed tragically, walked away with Yin Xiaoru on her shoulders, as if the person who was paralyzed was not her, if nothing happened. It's really called me Yan Wuyue's lifetime warfare, so why tweak it. On the contrary, Xia Guixuan, who seemed to fly away by the clouds, sat in the clouds and didn't leave. He watched the two women get into Yin Xiaoru's chubby car before raising his fingers and looking at the remaining traces of their fingertips. It's a **** to do such a thing. It actually feels quite exciting. I don't know whether this is freewheeling or falling into the devil, this kind of thing is often separated by a thin line, it is difficult to distinguish. The hardest thing to tell is that everyone is different. For example, for an old scholar, that is depravity. But to a Xia Empress, Immortal Emperor, right? Xia Guixuan admitted that this was indeed the factor he used to have. He had been cast aside and hidden by him for many, many years, thinking that it was something that must be obliterated. "The **** in the deepest part of the heavens cannot be worn away by the father or god." The difference between the Buddha and the evil is nothing more than... is it to save? Was it burned or reborn? Xia Guixuan took a deep breath, held his mind, sensed the location of Ling Moxue, and appeared beside him instantly. …………Ling Moxue is in the "dungeon" at this time. That is, their experience in the secret realm mastered by Taoism. Said to be experience, in fact, has many meanings. This organization, the skin is the "Association of Immortals Cultivators", the bones are "Tiandao Sects", and the association is a scattered force, but the core believers are an extremely impressive force, which even includes many high-level humans in Daxia, including high-ranking officials. According to the previous plan, this is a force that can change the colors of mountains and rivers. After being troubled by the "Father God", at this time, the leader of Shang Zhaoye, the priest of the gods, was exposed. Many elders are gods. In human society, it is not easy to continue to mess up, or he will kill the insider Ling Moxue. Or they can only withdraw collectively. But Ling Moxue obviously couldn't kill him, so he could only withdraw from this century-old layout pitifully, leaving it to see if he could reach some more agreements with Ling Moxue in the future. I didn't know that Shang Zhaoye was too much in his heart to slander this messy Father God. Ling Moxue had been in Tiandao Sect for some time before, and with the status of "saint woman", her own practice rose again and again, and now is the time to smoothly take over the power. Choosing a secret realm, one is to run the forces, and the other is to show off one's own practice, shock and dissatisfaction. Her own experience also means that she has gained a lot from Xia Guixuan, and a battle against Zelt is not enough to completely digest, but the ancient land of the gods is more suitable for sharpening her sword cultivation experience. Before saying goodbye to Xia Guixuan, Ling Moxue wanted to practice hard, not only to improve his strength, but also to sharpen his swordsmanship so as not to always fall into the strange thoughts of men and women, which would be detrimental to the way. I would have the kind of adoration that I don’t know if it’s affectionate to please the attachment to a man who has harvested himself as a slave girl. It’s almost a ghost. It’s good not to hate him according to common sense... I must break my mind. ,Ok. "For the saint, ahead..." a black elder respectfully reported, half-talking but couldn't continue. Ling Moxue's eyes were sharp like swords, staring at him coldly, the frosty sword intent penetrated into his bones, and the soul seemed to be pierced and frozen under this sword intent. The elder blessed his soul and hurriedly changed his words: "Master." The sword intent was reduced, and Ling Moxue faintly let out a "um". The high-level Tiandao sects around and a large number of core believers behind them all watched their noses and noses together, and were solemn and silent. This saint...No, the leader's practice is really getting fiercer, and his temperament is also as cold as ice, as sharp as a sword. Compared with the unfathomable former leader, it may be a bit more direct, but the effect is the same. You don't need to talk, just looking at you can make people breathless. There was a little bit of dissatisfaction, thinking that this girl was too young and had little strength, so she didn't dare to speak up at this time. The reporting elder sighed: "Ahead is the heart of time. If you enter under Huiyang, you will be confused in time and space. If the leader wants to enter, when choosing the late Huiyang elder to protect..." Ling Moxue asked: " What's in it?" "We don’t know. We used to come with the former leader, but they stopped outside, and the former leader entered alone. The former leader has revealed that the time and space inside is chaotic and extremely dangerous. It is impossible to enter Huiyang. I don’t know if there are any other monsters. The leader had better find out before entering.” Ling Moxue groaned. These non-core places were already strange before. Although there are no monsters, there is a natural invasion of "time and fantasy". People Will be trapped in fantasy and nightmare, the bizarre past and future are intertwined in the sea of ​​knowledge. Those who do not practice well and are not strong will easily get lost in the long river of time, unable to find the present and self. This is indeed very good for the tempering of the minds of the practitioners, and it is more beneficial to the stability of her sword heart. After experiencing these regional illusions and the invasion of time, Ling Moxue felt that she could see her heart more clearly. Like a sharply polished sword, it can reflect all ghosts and charms, can see the dust in her heart, and can see through everything. False and false. This is called Jianxin lucid. But after all, without the tempering of blood and fire, it is not sharp enough, not enough to move forward, this is not a sword, it is just a mirror. If you can't break the shackles in your heart, and you can't break free from the cage of yourself, what is practice? "The four elders follow me inside, and the others are practicing outside." Ling Moxue strode into the fissure in front of him, that is the heart of time and space intertwined. The four elders - who were also cronies who had accompanied her to find the Holy Blood, some of the strong men cultivated by the Ling family themselves, and some solid allies who were being high-level human beings, looked at each other at this time, and they all followed in. Just stepping into the rift, Ling Moxue's brain exploded. Obviously it is only a deep cave in the underground, and it shouldn't be too large, but it has become a vast universe in front of you, not seeing the upper and lower quarters, not seeing the past and the present, lost and wandering, like falling in a dream. The dream is full of blood, without end. Above the sea of ​​blood, I knelt in the air, facing the coercion of the sky and the sky, my back was soaked with cold sweat, the awe of the sky and the earth, the pursuit of the Tao, repeatedly throbbing in the soul, kneeling irresistibly , A "master" from the soul. Deep in my heart, I was dissatisfied and resisted, but lost and struggled. Time, the most fragile view. It is also an irresistible sinking, a small human being surrendered in the face of heaven and earth. Jianxin told himself that this was no longer an ordinary illusion, it was the tearing of time, and there was real damage caused by the traction of the soul away from the body. If you can't break free, it is likely to fall into the sea of ​​blood below forever, the soul wanders, and the body is in a shell. But how to break free? Jianxin also told himself that someone behind him had bad intentions... Someone clearly had a way to resist the illusion here, but didn't say, waiting for him to come in, and then...sneak attack? There was already a chill behind him, and the frost was piercing to the bones. I want to dodge, but I can't move. The soul is in the past and the body is in the present, so there is no power to unite. But this... was something Ling Moxue had expected. She has a big killer, and she is also enticing the enemy. Warmth came from the sword in his hand. The sea of ​​solidified blood seemed to begin to flow, like a long river that has flown through time. There is the origin of the mother star in the ripples. It seems that the Xuanyuan war drum is sounded, the guide car overlaps the Beidou, and the ancient Chinese emperor holds a sword to sacrifice to the sky. The slender woman knelt down in Kunlun and took silkworms to protect her from the cold of the world. There is a monstrous flood that drowns the world, the heroes have stepped through Kyushu, and the world is safe in the world. I don't know why the beginnings of these parent star civilizations have been flashed, and they are not initial enough, perhaps related to the sword in hand, the sword of Shanhe Sheji, the sword of breaking the sky with people. "Qiang!" The sword in his hand pierced through time and pierced into the sea of ​​blood. The illusion was shattered, and Ling Moxue's long hair fluttered in the crystal mist of time, and his white clothes were like blood. A long sword pierced into the chest of the elder behind him. The blood could not penetrate the sword body, dripping to the ground, splashing into a psychedelic sea. "You..." The elder whispered in disbelief: "Are you prepared?" "Of course." Ling Moxue said lightly: "Although the news of the Holy Blood was leaked by Shang Zhaoye deliberately, I may not be able to blame you... But when did I absorb the Holy Blood, she knew it, of course there was a spy by my side. And you are not Shang Zhaoye's spy, you are a spy who provokes dissension, you have ulterior motives." The other elders were frightened and stood beside them with swords. At a loss. "Shang Zhaoye gave up this place and fled south. There is still a young saint like me who was not even Huiyang a few days ago. There are many dissatisfied... Someone was already provoking me and Shang Zhaoye, and of course they would think so at this time. A good opportunity, in the late Huiyang period, I can find a chance to suppress this saint, I am the master of this sect..." Ling Moxue said and smiled suddenly: "This psychedelic time~www.readwn.com~who I don’t know what’s going on around me. Of course, it’s the best time. Maybe I can let this saint sink down and become a slave, right? Otherwise, the first illusion I face, why is the illusion of sinking? This is your external force. The result of the guidance. Being a woman is very difficult, there are always men who don’t know the so-called accepting female slaves." "You..." The elder clutched the blade of his chest, and said with difficulty: "How can you... break free... This is the heart of illusion that at least Qianyuan could struggle..." "The meaning of Xuanyuan, the tripod of King Yu, man can conquer the sky, what is time?" Ling Moxue drew his sword into the sheath. The elder fell to the ground with a slam and didn't look at him when he died, and he didn't understand what Ling Moxue said in the last few words. Ling Moxue glanced over the other three elders, and all three of them stepped back in fear, and said one after another: "Master, we are not in the same group with him." Regardless of whether they are in the same group, Ling Moxue may be someone. , Some are not, some just wait and see. But there is no need to reveal it again, the meaning of Liwei has been achieved. "I see. Go out. I feel it myself." Ling Moxue no longer looked at them, her delicate back walked into the mist in the middle of the illusion, straight as a sword. The three elders retreated profusely, and no one dared to get up and despise the heart of this young saint. In the middle of the fog, a man appeared. Ling Moxue stood straight in front of him, watching quietly. Xia Guixuan also looked at her quietly. Ling Moxue's cold and sharp gaze gradually changed, as if water waves were rippling over the sword, with a blurry gentleness. The feared elders would never have imagined that the leader who had just established a new authority in everyone's mind, at this moment, slowly bends his stiff waist, like a sharp sword circling his fingers and smashing to the ground. He bowed his head and said in a low voice: "Master."————PS: I go to see a doctor in the afternoon. The update in the evening may be postponed. Please see how long the hospital is delayed.