MTL - The Villain Has Something to Say-Chapter 82

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The waves rushed and rushed out of the white water.

On the deserted and desolate island, the **** Tsing Yi monk sat on the ground and looked at the endless sea. His left hand clenched four pieces of the bell, and the face and clothes were full of mottled blood. But he just looked at the sea quietly, and didn't even blink his eyes.

The sun rises and the moon rises.

Luo gradually cleared his eyes and watched it for three days. Suddenly he saw the white seabirds flying from the sky and gently landed on the island. This bird is not an ordinary bird. It is a second-order monster that is unique to Fengshenhai in the northern part of the country. It is called a wind feather bird. It looks like a seagull. Its attack power is not strong, but its skin is hard as black iron. It can withstand the hurricane on the sea of ​​Fengshen.

When the bird fell, Luo gradually did not look at it.

The white seabird watched in the distance with this human being who seemed to have no breathing, a silent disregard, and a careful inquisition. Half a day later, the wind feather bird screamed and quickly flew to Luo, and slammed straight into his eyes!

Only ten feet away, Luo gradually cleared no movement; only five feet away, Luo gradually cleared as if not heard; only one foot, one foot, one inch...

suddenly! Luo gradually lifted his fingers, and the **** together caught the bird's cockle.

"Hey!"

Luo gradually clears his fingers, and the bird's cockroaches break into two pieces. The wind feather bird screams and flees, fluttering with wings.

Gradually, there was a look in the clear pupil, and Luo slowly lifted the scorpion slowly, looking to the bright and bright day in the sky. For a long time, he stood up and walked to the edge of the island, leaning down and gently licking the water.

Anyone who sees this seawater can't think of it, so clean and clear water will be the water of the Fengshen Sea. It is pure and harmless, but from this water, a hurricane that is enough to scare many people is born. It is in the vast ocean where the water is formed... He lost his best friend in life.

Luo gradually looked at the water, and looked down for a long time.

The strange thing is that this water is not flowing out of Luo's hand-sewed seams like normal water. Luo gradually looked at the water silently, raised his left hand, and put a **** bell fragment into it. He bent over again and put the water and bell into the sea, watching the red bell fragments sink into the sea.

The next three pieces, Luo gradually cleared the frost floating sword, poured into it with spiritual power, and drilled a small hole in the bell. He took out a bunch of golden silks from the ring, and put them on the three pieces of bells, which were used as necklaces and tied around the neck.

After doing all this, Luo gradually cleared the ground with a sword and looked up at the setting sun.

As Mo Qiu said, the setting sun on the sea of ​​Fengshen is beautiful and fascinating. This beautiful scenery, Mo Qiu has not seen it for many years, Luo gradually clear and why not? If the person who cultivates the truth has a pursuit, it will certainly be abandoned. It is impossible for all good things in this world to belong to you. There will always be some unsatisfactory things, but you have to accept them.

But in this matter, Luo gradually never thought that he would lose his life and death friends.

His relationship with Mo Qiu is not like some friends in the comprehension world, so he is harmonious. The two often ridiculed each other, often contending with each other, and even in the early years, he repeatedly used the scabbard to draw the most careful face of autumn.

However, recalling today, compared with life and death, it is all beautiful.

Luo gradually calmed down and sat down on the soft sand, watching the sunset slowly sinking. This scene, which can't be seen in the autumn, he looked at it seriously. When the last trace of light disappeared from the sea level, he still stared at the deep blue sky and never left his sight.

"If you don't experience life and death, how can you understand life and death?" Qingrun's helpless voice rang softly. "I didn't think about it. You will be so passionate. After three days, are you still planning to leave here?"

Luo gradually turned his head slowly, only behind him, an illusory shadow gradually emerged.

The man wore a light blue-colored robes, with a handsome face and a temperament.

Luo gradually looked at the man, did not speak, but the other party looked at him like this, but said: "Luo gradually clear, you should go."

For three days, Luo gradually cleared his mouth: "Qing Jun."

Qing Jundao: "Are you thinking, why am I here?"

Luo gradually snorted and did not answer.

Qing Jun said: "When my body became a wick on that day, I left a little thought down and sent it to you. It was originally hoped that I would be able to make the last two of you in the "Jiu Lian Tian Tian Lu". At that time, I might be able to help you. When I came into contact with the lamp, I remembered a lot of things 30,000 years ago. My master had already failed in the eighth, but I met each other, and I I don't want you to fail. Because if you fail, it is a more painful ending than death."

Luo gradually asked: "What is the "Jiu Lian Tian Tian Lu"? What happened in 30,000?"

Qingjun gently shook his head and looked up at the sky: "Things of 30,000 years ago, I can't say it, can't say it. But "Jiu Lian Tian Tian Lu" is the adaptation of my master according to "Jiu Lian Ben Xin Lu" Cheng, the first seven wins seem to be dangerous, but there is a chance. However, the last two wins, but almost impossible to succeed. My master is a talented wizard, and ultimately did not find the correct way to win the eighth, but with a little vague Conscious, know that there should be nine wins."

Luo gradually reached out and touched the bell necklace on his neck. He stood up and looked at Qingjun. The silence and sorrow in the look slowly hidden in his eyes. He went to Qingjun for a ceremony and said: "A few days ago, I met the Moqing predecessors, and I also learned a lot of secrets from my predecessors."

Qingjun was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed. "Yes, I also saw him, it turned out...he was like that."

Luo gradually cleared the road: "Qingjun's predecessors, if your thoughts are to be rebuilt in the last two wins of "Jiu Lian Tian Tian Lu", why do you want to show up now?"

"I will soon disappear." Qingjun said quietly, "My thoughts can only be seen once, and there is no strength. I can only help you with my own realm and understanding of the master. But I can't do too much for you. But now, you don't want to practice and kill, so I have to show up and help you."

Luo gradually sneered and asked: "What is life and death? Before that, on this sea of ​​Fengshen, you told me that the life and death of one person is not really life and death; the life and death of all people is not really life and death. What is it? Life and death? For me, I don’t care about the world, my heart is very small. As long as my master is alive, my good friend is alive, everyone I know is alive, then the life and death of others, I don’t care. ""

Qingjun turned to look at this day: "So you think that at this moment, let Mo Qiu come alive again, do you think he is really alive?"

Luo gradually cleared his face and complicated his eyebrows: "Qing Jun, what do you mean by this?"

"He wants to live, not relying on him, but relying on you. In the same way, you really thought that you let Mo Qiu escape a difficult time three days ago, he did not die for saving you, can he really live? "Qing Jun’s big sleeves are a glimpse," Luo gradually cleared, from the day you practiced "Jiu Lian Tian Tian Lu", you are no longer the person under the control of Heaven. You have to go, no one The same. For many thousand years, no one in the world can fly into a fairy. Even if the ink is cultivated to the Mahayana period, he has a life span of 5,000 years, then after 5,000 years? Still only dead!"

"The life and death of one person is not really life or death. The life and death of everyone is not really life or death."

"Really life and death is to change the intention of the monk to fall down this day! It is to let Tiandao really restart the road of becoming a fairy."

"When you practice to the final chapter of "Jiu Lian Tian Tian Lu", you will understand. Now what you think is the soul flying, not really flying away; now you think that life is not dead, it is not really dead."

"The fifth won, killing and dying."

"This is the last kill of Heaven in the world!"

"You can't be afraid, don't even give up!"

"Luo gradually clears, I will ask you again, you can understand, what is the practice of what you want to cultivate?"

At this moment, Qingjun’s face on the face of Qingjun’s face seems to suddenly have a bit of pressure. He looked at the eyes and looked solemnly at the handsome monk in front of him. His eyes were burning and he looked at it.

For a long time, Luo gradually raised his head and looked at him: "What I cultivated is "Jiu Lian Tian Tian Lu". Jiu Lian Zun has not succeeded, but he has opened up a path for me. From now on, I will When he inherits his wishes, he is going to win the sky!"

In an instant, the weather suddenly rises, and the sea water around the desert island is flattened!

Qingjun slowly softened his look. He looked at Luo with a gentle look. It seemed that he was looking at someone through him, and then he slammed his fingers. He raised his finger and clicked between Luo’s eyebrows.

At the moment when the finger touched the eyebrow, on the peak of the Yuhua Mountain in Taihua Mountain, a pair of Qinglian jade lights in the forbidden place suddenly lit up. It shines brightly, reaching the heavens and the earth, and the rich Danxiang is filled in the forbidden land, and it is encased in it, like a fairyland.

Luo gradually closed his eyes and couldn't help but closed his eyes. Qingjun's face gradually became pale.

The fifth victory of "Jiu Lian Tian Tian Lu", killing and dying!

This is the last killing of the world's living beings. From then on, life is no longer controlled by heaven and freedom.

The majestic Dan Li rushed into his body along Luo Qing's eyebrows, and his meridians were carefully nourished and moisturized by this gentle Dan Li. This Dan Li did not have any attacking power and no healing effect, but let Luo gradually disappear as if he had come to a warm water, so that he felt his body slowly become light, as if floating in the air, feeling a lot Filled with rules between heaven and earth.

The night is rising, and the darkness envelopes the sea of ​​Fengshen.

On the small desert island, the face of the **** young monk gradually became rosy, and the breath in the body also rose. However, the Confucianism on the side is getting weaker, and the body that was originally illusory is even more illusory.

After a long night, when the first sun shone on the sea and rippled, the Qingjun gently retracted his hand. When Luo gradually cleared, he immediately sat down cross-legged and meditated. At this moment, Luo gradually cleared like a sword, but it was no longer sharp, but it saved a lot of power.

After Qingjun’s hand was behind, he stepped up to the beach and his body almost disappeared.

He looked at the rising sun, and looked at it for a long time before turning his head and looking at the Luo gradually clearing his eyes.

"I believe he will succeed, what do you think?"

In response to Qingjun, it is the sound of the waves on the shore.

There was no regret, Qingjun gently smiled, and after a smile, the light blue figure disappeared into the world. In the forbidden area of ​​Yuxifeng, the light of the Qinglian jade lamp slowly weakens, but the warm and long Dan Li is constantly emanating from a small wick, trying to ignite the lamp that will be extinguished.

One day later, Luo gradually opened his eyes. He looked around and found the shadow of Qingjun.

After a moment of silence, Luo gradually got up and left. Before leaving, he looked back at the sea and looked at the sea. The last one flashed, and there was no shadow on the desert island.

At this moment, in the dry mountain range, a white figure walked into a narrow canyon and calmed down. This is a small valley that can only be used by one person. The cliffs on both sides are steep and steep, standing almost straight on the earth.

On the cliff wall, there are many spotted spots, and there are strips of long strips of imprints, as if they have experienced vicissitudes.

The sun can't shine into it, making it an unknown place. However, the cool and elegant Yasushi step by step into it, the sleeves fretting, the green hair raised, the look calm and calm. When he reached about seventy feet, he paused for a moment and then went on.

Xuan Lingzi gaze quietly at the end of the canyon, walking step by step, like a flat.

However, only the almost stopped air can predict how terrible it is here.

Within ten feet, you can kill the refining monk;

Within twenty feet, the monk in the foundation period will die undoubtedly;

Within thirty feet, the Jindan period monks could not get away...

When the mysterious spirit walked to seventy feet, the pressure that almost condensed into a substance has reached the level of the Mahayana period!

However, this canyon has a length of 100 feet. If it is said that the 60th to 70th is the level of the robbery, 70 to 80 feet is the level of the Mahayana monk. In this way, within ninety feet, it should be the level of the monk who is a god, and that ninety feet away...

Is it a fairy level? !

Xuan Lingzi calmed down and walked to the 80th. When he stepped out of the next step, the air that had never changed suddenly became violent! The space was crushed to collapse, and countless fierce to the hurricane that could kill the mighty catastrophe rushed to the mysterious spirit, and the momentum seemed to be smashing!

Xuan Lingzi's eyes shrink, his fingers are close together, and raising his hand is a mighty golden sword, crushing these hurricanes.

Next, Xuan Lingzi's footsteps were steep, and all the way to the 85th. When he got here, the messy hurricanes suddenly disappeared, but in the blink of an eye, a gleaming glare of light shone. The hurricane of the sky formed a beast, roaring and rushing toward the mysterious spirit.

Xuan Lingzi's eyebrows are golden, and he flips his hand to take out the black spirit sword and raises the sword and hits the beast.

"Roar!"

Under one blow, the beast turned into a ray of light and disappeared in an instant.

The mysterious spirit took another step, and it was a huge and terrible giant bird. It screamed and swooped toward the mysterious spirit.

Just five feet, Xuan Lingzi walked for a whole hour, and the forehead was covered with sweat. When he officially set foot on the ninth, the hurricane that screamed behind him dissipated.

Xuan Lingzi raised his brow slightly and looked at the last ten feet. By this time, he could already see what the light at the end of the canyon was.

It was a round and smooth remedy, but it was only the size of the nails, but it was shining.

In the life of Xuan Lingzi, even the nine-product Shen Dan (Qingjun) is far from such a potent medicinal herb, but this medicinal medicine has not turned into a human form, and it seems that there is no consciousness. It was just quietly suspended on a high platform, as if it were being slaughtered.

Xuan Lingzi clings to the mysterious sword in his hands, looking at the medicinal herbs from afar.

Just a moment of thinking, Xuan Lingzi took a step forward.

Time flies, heaven and earth change, Xuan Lingzi suddenly returned to the Yufeng Peak.

It is said that Yu Yufeng, but it is not the jade peak in the mystery of the mysterious spirit. His medicine field disappeared, and the bamboo house that Luo gradually cleared was gone. Xuan Lingzi looked at these scenes carefully, and suddenly he only heard an old voice sounding: "No sound, how can we not hurry to practice today, so it is so slow !"

Xuan Lingzi’s heart trembled. He slowly turned and saw a white-haired figure.

The other party stepped forward and rebuked: "You are a disciple of Yuxifeng. Now the two ethnic groups are in a critical situation. You are not concentrating on cultivation. How can you afford to lead the Taihua Mountain, lead the right path, and meet the responsibility of the Yaozu?"

Xuan Lingzi looked down at the palm of his hand, silent.

The other party said: "A year ago, your 16th division uncle fell. In ten years, I have sacrificed 96 lives in Taihua Mountain. As a disciple of Yuxifeng, how can you not take responsibility and practice hard? As soon as I entered the Mahayana period, I worked for my people! No sound, are you wrong?"

Xuan Lingzi slowly raised his head and looked at the strange and familiar old man.

On a face full of gullies, the old man's eyes are majestic, hiding his love in the eye. His heavy eyes pressed the once-spirited spirits to breathe, but at this moment, Xuan Lingzi closed his eyes and shouted: "Master."

The old man sighed: "It is not Master who asks you a lot. You must know that you are the only super-bone bone today. If you can enter the Mahayana as soon as possible, or even step into the magical period as soon as possible, then on the battlefield today. My family is not the position that is oppressed by the demon."

Xuan Lingzi said: "Master."

The old man seems to find out that the disciple is wrong. He frowned in confusion: "What's wrong, no sound?"

Xuan Lingzi looked at the other side seriously and stared at it for a long time. Then he took a step back and kneel down and gave a big gift.

The old man opened his eyes in surprise, but he saw the mysterious spirit smashed three scorpions, and finally stood up and whispered: "Master, I haven't seen you for many years, and I miss you very much."

"You!" A golden sword slammed through the heart of the old man. He looked at the disciples in front of him with disbelief, but he saw the black spirit gently pull out the black spirit sword.

In a moment, the eyes changed again, and the mysterious spirit returned to the canyon just now. He squinted his eyes unpleasantly, looking down at his own sword, and saw that there was no trace on the black spirit sword, but the mysterious spirit was close to the lips, and the fingers tightened the hilt.

The second step is to step out!

This time, Yu Qingzi and others died in front of the Xuan Lingzi. He broke the illusion with a sword and returned to the canyon again.

The third step is to step out!

Xuan Lingzi returned to the battlefield of the two races a hundred years ago. At that time, he had not broken through the period of the gods. The demon statues came with a million-dollar army, and there were less than 10,000 monks behind the Xuan Lingzi. He was a sword and killed tens of thousands of monsters.

Next, it is the fourth step, the fifth step, the sixth step...

In the end, Xuan Lingzi finally came to the front of the drug. He didn't hesitate. He raised his hand and took the medicine. He saw a horrible black wind blowing, and Xuan Lingzi immediately receded and looked back at the black shadow.

The black hurricane turned into a whirlpool and stood in front of the medicinal herb.

Xuan Lingzi warned the Xuan Ling sword to the front, only to see the black wind constantly turning, the vortex is getting bigger and bigger, and a stock of power is stirring between the canyons, causing the mountain to vibrate. The black wind seemed to be devastating, but when it touched the white light, it stopped.

Xuan Lingzi looked at the black wind with vigilance, only listening to a dry sound.

"The Terran... turned out to be a human race!"

Xuan Lingzi looked at the black wind silently, without snoring.

"Why would it be a human race, why not a Yaozu? You are a human race, yes, you are a human race. People, do you want to get this panacea? Yes, you must want to get it. Why should the deity give it to you?" Yes, the deity never wants to give it to you. Your Terran is the most betrayal, and your Terran is the most untrustworthy."

Xuan Lingzi has already instilled spiritual power into the sword, waiting only for attack.

The black hair is still talking to himself: "You must be like the human race, you will only lie. Yes, you will also lie. Say it together to break the imprisonment, say that everyone together becomes a fairy, he is a People become immortals, leaving us only... leaving us... not right! He killed us! He killed us! Terran! Terran!!!"

The sharp and harsh sound fell, and the black whirlwind madly rushed to the mysterious spirit!

This whirlwind contains earth-shattering demon power, black gas is the most terrible venom, and the wind becomes the sharpest attack. Under the two-pronged approach, Xuan Lingzi’s arm is drawn with a deep blood mark, revealing a white bone.

The venom penetrated on his wound, and the horrible wound could not be healed. The mysterious spirit took a picture directly, and the palm wind cut the whole flesh and blood. The flesh fell on the ground, and after two slams, it turned into a pool of black water.

Xuan Lingzi did not feel the pain in his body. Looking at this scene, he narrowed his eyes and lifted his sword. The golden sword light is filled with the mysterious sword. The vastness is like a mountain, and it is like a sharp edge. When a sword is stabbed, with the majestic power that can pierce everything, it just breaks the black vortex of the group by one tenth. .

The black wind roared angrily: "Human!"

Xuan Lingzi was a kick, and rushed out.

The nine-petal golden lotus and the black vortex collide between this small canyon. Every impact can shock the world. Every shot is enough to crush any monk who has been smashed into a powder.

This black whirlpool is really the most terrible opponent that Xuan Lingzi has ever encountered. It is just a whirlpool, and it will have the great perfection of the late God! If it is not the other party that will only arbitrarily rush, the mysterious spirit may have already lost.

What is strange is that the earth-shattering battle between the two sides did not destroy the grass and trees in the canyon. There were no broken marks on the walls of the mountains, as if they were fighting in a different world and could not affect anything in the outside world.

In this battle, the two sides are almost evenly matched.

As time passed, the black vortex became more and more angry. This time, violently absorbed the aura between heaven and earth, and once again slammed into the mysterious spirit. However, Xuan Lingzi sighed softly, his fingers slowly smeared on the sword, and the shallow golden light formed a symbol, which appeared on the sword.

The complicated words shimmered on the sword, and the thousands of rays converge together, eventually forming a delicate and small golden lotus. It was just a small one, and it seemed to be weak and ordinary, but when the golden lotus collided with the black vortex, it made the latter scream and scream.

The black vortex foreword shouted in aloud: "You are the apprentice of Jiulian! The deity wants to kill you, the person who believes in treacherousness, the deity wants to kill you, Jiulian!"

When Xuan Lingzi heard this, his figure was slightly, but he still took the opportunity to take the medicine.

When the medicinal herb was held in his hand, the black vortex suddenly dissipated, leaving only a echo of desperation and despair. This voice is mixed with hatred and murderousness, especially when the word "Jiu Lian" is shouted, with the hatred that seems to be ruthless.

This hate deep into the bone marrow, and the grievances go straight into the sky!

Xuan Lingzi looked heavily at the place where the black vortex disappeared. Finally, he looked down at the medicinal medicine, but saw a pair of hands suddenly covering the back of his hand. The fingers are slender and thin, and the white is like a jade. The familiar temperature makes the mysterious spirit suddenly hold, and the body rises stiffly.

I saw that in this narrow canyon, the beautiful and innocent monk was wet and stared at him seriously. These eyes have seen countless times, he rarely sleeps, but once you fall asleep, these eyes will appear in your dreams.

In the early years, in the dream, the masters of these eyes would scream that he "does not know shame and has a feeling of embarrassment for his apprentice." Sometimes he will look at him disgustingly and regard him as the dust on the ground. Only a few times, the masters of these eyes will accept him, and gently tell him: "Master, I am also happy with you."

Somehow, the bitter memories of decades ago came to my heart.

Xuan Lingzi had a sigh of a throat and had not yet opened, but he saw Luo gradually lift his fingers and blocked him in his lips: "Master, I finally found you. You know how anxious I am these days." If I can't see you again in my life, how can I be..."

"Get rid of..."

Luo gradually shook his head gently, and he stepped forward and leaned on the chest of Xuan Lingzi. The hot temperature passed along the place where the two people touched. Luo gradually snorted and said, "This is the master. You will push me out that day. I have remembered the hatred so far. You can Can't do this anymore, if you are not there..." After a pause, he continued: "If you are not there, what do you mean when I am alive?"

Xuan Lingzi couldn't help but reach out and grab the waist of the youth: "Get clear..."

Luo gradually said: "Well, I am. Master, let's get out of here, it is too dangerous here."

Said, Luo gradually cleared the hand of Xuan Lingzi, took him to go outside the canyon.

The right hand of Xuan Lingzi holds that one of the Ling Dan, and his left hand is tightly held by Luo. He was almost pulled away by Luo. Standing behind each other, Xuan Lingzi's line of sight crossed from Luo's gradually clear face, fell on his tall collarbone, and finally fell on the hand that held himself tightly.

Luo gradually reluctantly turned back and smiled: "Master, how have you been looking at me all the time, you look at it this way, it is going to go wrong."

Xuan Lingzi asked: "What problem?"

As usual, Luo gradually cleared his eyebrows, and the ridiculous look flashed through the shackles. He quickly said "a big problem", and then slammed his body before he would kiss the sacred spirit. Lips.

However, he only came to the palm of Xuan Lingzi.

Luo gradually looked at the mysterious spirit.

Xuan Lingzi hangs his throat and looks at him with tenderness.

"Although I can't bear to kill you, why should you lie to me like this? You just like it, and it is not him."

Luo gradually cleared his mouth, and the smile on his face slowly subsided, and a peerless dusty face gradually covered the haze. Finally, he bowed his head and smiled eccentrically. He asked, "You said that you are reluctant to kill me? In the last life, who's sword pierced my heart, who didn't save me? You thought you entered. Devil, do you think that you are killing the right path for me? Is it enough? You have never saved me, not Li Xiuchen killed me, you killed me!"

The body of Xuan Lingzi froze.

"Xuan Lingzi! You said that you like me, but you must not forget, for your good deeds, you did not save me at the last time! You obviously can not accept Li Xiuchen as a disciple, you can not teach His spells, even you can show me directly, but you have done nothing. You think you are saving me, but in fact, it is you! Step by step to push me to the road!"

"No! I am trying to save you. I am accepting him for you..."

"Xuan Lingzi, are you still deceiving yourself?"

The world has changed abruptly.

On the cliff of Zhangzhou, Xuan Lingzi stood in front of the righteous person, wide-eyed and looked at the scene in front of him.

He saw his favorite person, looking at him incredulously, and the beautiful face of Qingya was wet with blood. A long sword pierced the man's heart, his fingers clenched his sword and stepped forward, step by step toward the black spirit.

Every time he took a step, he spit out a blood.

His tears continually fell from his eyes, but he was laughing again, and he asked, "Why are you... not saving me?"

The blood filled the eyes of Xuan Lingzi, his body constantly trembled. He almost felt that the spiritual power in the body had been violent. When he moved, every meridian in the body collapsed. His mouth blew a blood, but he still had no movement, just squinting and looking at that. The person who came to himself.

"Why do you want to accept him as a disciple?"

"Why don't you tell me that you like me?"

"Why are you watching me betrayed?"

"No sound, you really... like me?"

boom!

The world of Xuan Lingzi suddenly collapsed. He squirted a golden blood and ran forward with strength and hugged the man. He held the other side tightly and pressed him tightly into his arms. Xuan Lingzi blocked the blood from the other side’s chest with his hands. He kept repeating: “Get rid of, don’t die, don’t Die... you don't die..."

But those bloods are always coming out, and the faces of the people in their arms are getting whiter.

Luo gradually cleared his hand and touched the face of Xuan Lingzi, dumb voice: "Master, you really... love me?"

Xuan Lingzi immediately replied: "I love you."

Luo gradually cleared his voice and said: "Yeah, you love me, but you have received a second apprentice, but you have not stopped him from falling into me. When I was expelled from Taihua Mountain, where are you? When I was chased by the monks in the world, where are you again!"

Xuan Lingzi stayed, and after a long time, he said: "Heavenly said that it is for you, for the teacher to figure out that only you can..."

"No sound, you don't love me at all."

Xuan Lingzi's eyes wide open: "Getting clear..."

"Yes, you may love me, but what you love is only my skin. Where do you love me? People who truly love me will not look at me being jealous of others, will not stand opposite me, let his sword kill me!"

"Get rid of!"

"No sound, why are you... not going to die with me?"

Xuan Lingzi hangs his throat and looks at the young man who is sneering in his arms. This cold and hateful smile made the young handsome face look a little embarrassed, but the mysterious spirit still looked at him with ecstasy. His eyes were filled with blood red. He looked at it seriously, and he could not bear it for a second. Move away.

It sounds like a lingering sound slowly: "Getting clear..."

Luo gradually cleared his voice, as if he said in confusion: "No sound, let me go with me..."

The voice has not yet fallen, and Luo gradually cleared his eyes and suddenly looked at the white sage in front of him. He did not know when he had already had a dagger in his hand and pierced the heart of the mysterious spirit. However, this dagger only penetrated an inch and was stopped by the hands of Xuan Lingzi.

The blood color in his eyes faded slowly, and the gentle and inclusive gaze of the mysterious spirit fell gently. He said with a sigh of relief: "If you just wear his skin, I don't want to hurt you."

In a word, "Luo gradually clears" the double tremors.

He lowered his head in silence and finally chuckled and suddenly dissipated.

Everything changed abruptly and returned to the canyon that was once forced. The chest of Xuan Lingzi was wet with blood. He slammed to the ground, and the right hand was next to the medicinal herb, and a **** mark was flowing down the lips.

After half a day, Xuan Lingzi finally recovered. The wound on the chest has healed, but there is a hole in the clothes. The traces of the dagger are very abrupt, but the mysterious spirit is not in charge. When he stood up again, the whole person seemed to have changed.

It seems that some kind of shadow that has been shrouded in him suddenly disappeared. He seems to have gone out of a certain predicament and seems to have escaped a kind of embarrassment.

Xuan Lingzi looks calm, clear and peaceful, and walks out of this canyon.

When I finally left, even if it was a mysterious spirit, I couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief. After laying an enchantment, I looked down at the remedy in my hand. The spirit swept through the little medicinal herbs, and the mysterious spirits looked round and stunned.

"Not a remedy... is it spiritual?!"

Magic domain.

The sky seems to be dyed by the clouds, reflecting the brilliance of the variegated.

Seeing that in an instant, the red light flew from the sky in the east, attracting countless demons to fly out of the nest, and looked at the scene with surprise. In the Magic Road Palace, the right guardian, Qin Siyi, who stayed here, moved out of the door, staring vigilantly at the red light that almost obscured the sky.

When the red light flew over the Magic Road Palace, Qin Siyi changed his face and quickly moved back to the palace.

I saw that the red light flew into the sky above the main hall of the Magic Road Palace and stopped. suddenly! They fell without warning, and all slammed into the vast palaces, igniting a mighty and mighty spiritual power.

Qin Siyi has been teleported outside the palace, looking at this scene, he slowly smashed the blind.

For a long time, Qin Siyi