An awkward smile suddenly appeared on He Zhe Gujing Bubo's face.
"Qiu...Qiuyue...listen to my explanation."
The female swordsman named Qiu Yue suddenly pulled He Zhe in front of her, and their noses were almost touching.
"Explain? I need you to explain?"
"I tell you, you don't want to go to my bed tonight!"
"Go kneel on the scabbard outside for me tonight!"
The corners of He Zhe's mouth twitched wildly, but facing this woman, He Zhe seemed to have no temper at all.
He whispered: "There are many people, give me some face."
"You still know how to save face?!" Qiuyue glared.
The middle-aged Confucian scholar finally spoke up, "Junior Sister Qiuyue, let's go home and talk about family matters first, and save some face for Junior Brother He first."
"Huh??" Qiuyue turned her head and glanced at senior brother Ning Di.
Ning Di coughed twice suddenly. He quickly looked away, and finally cast his eyes on Jian Guming, "Well... Junior Brother, don't be stunned. What did Sect Leader Murong just say?"
Jian Guming said honestly: "Sect Master Murong said he would only give us Chiyang Sword Sect one face."
Ning Di smiled and nodded, then looked at Murong Xingzhou: "Murong Sect Master, is this the case?"
Before Murong Xingzhou could speak, Ning Di thought to herself and said, "Everything has a first time and a second time. Are you right, Sect Master Murong?"
Murong Xingzhou's face was as gloomy as water, "You, the Chiyang Sword Sect, are determined to take care of the family affairs of our Fengxue Sect, the Murong clan?"
Ning Di smiled and shook her head, "No, no, I am also entrusted by others."
Suddenly, a jade cicada appeared in Ning Di's hand.
Seeing this jade cicada, Murong Xingzhou's eyes suddenly burst into shock!
After a long while, Murong Xingzhou gritted his teeth and said: "You are indeed my good big brother. You are already dead and you want to plot against me again..."
The smile on Ning Di's face did not change: "The previous sect leader of your sect has an old relationship with my old man. Just because of this jade cicada, my Chiyang Sword Sect's interference in your Murong's family affairs is not beyond the rules."
The smile on Ning Di's face suddenly disappeared. He narrowed his eyes and looked at Murong Xingzhou: "Please go back home, Master Murong. A pair of large-leaf gilt armor may not be worth the four swords of our Chiyang Sword Sect."
"What do you think? Sect Leader Murong?"
In an instant, the bamboo flute on Ning Di's waist suddenly trembled twice.
Jian Guming, the smallest among the Seven Swords of Chiyang, unsheathed his sword directly, and a phantom of a blue dragon appeared behind him.
Qiu Yue also put down He Zhe at this moment, and the two of them turned to look at Murong Xingzhou at the same time.
The swords in the hands of this pair of Taoist monks on the mountain trembled at the same time.
Murong Xingzhou's face became extremely ugly.
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Ten Thousand Bones Necronomicon Tower, on the fifth floor.
Su Youlan and Ren Miaomiao experienced another time closed loop.
Luo Wuji's intention was to tell the two of them not to rush up, but to have more contact with the ancestors in the city.
Although these people are indeed dead, they are still alive in this closed time loop.
Of these people, who among them doesn’t have some special skills?
Wouldn't it be a good story if one could learn one and a half moves?
For example, Shen Tu Wenyan's Supreme Forgetting Art, and another example is the proud magical power of the cold-faced and warm-hearted Murong Chen.
Ren Miaomiao and Li Tianxiang have asked each other about swordsmanship three times. As for how much Ren Miaomiao has learned, it depends on his own understanding.
As for Su Youlan.
It can only be said that her blessing is indeed profound. Murong Chen, who always had a cold face when seeing everyone, was actually willing to talk to her for the first time.
Then Shentu Wenyan is also strange, as if he is against Murong Chen. How many magical powers do you want to teach her?
I'm sorry, I have something better.
Going back and forth, the two of them seemed to be trying to steal the apprentice.
Seeing this scene, Luo Wuji stroked his beard and smiled. After all, he was extremely satisfied with this girl.
That kid Luo Yi is very lucky.
At this moment, Luo Yi has already entered the eighth level.
In the eighth level, the aura of the netherworld can be clearly felt without the need to deliberately capture it.
The sky here is extremely dark, and everything you can see is yellow sand and dust.
But something weird is that the desert in front of you is a black desert.
The black gravel was blown up by the wind, like illusory black shadows, swaying in front of everyone.
Not far in front of the three people, a tall demon disciple stood as calm as a stone statue.
What made Luo Yi even more alarmed was that there were too many of these motionless demon disciples!
In the wind and sand, the devils who looked like stone statues were everywhere, as far as the eye could see!
To say the least, there are hundreds.
You know, every demon disciple has strength comparable to that of a powerful person in the Divine Sea Realm!
Moreover, these demon disciples are physically stronger than human monks!
Su Qingqiu narrowed his eyes and looked ahead.
After entering the eighth floor, all that could be seen was the black desert and the demon who looked like a stone statue standing in the desert.
Hongyan's ruby-like eyes were full of worry, and she looked at the surrounding scene vigilantly.
Suddenly, she seemed to remember something, and she spread her right hand, and the ink-colored Demon Subduing Lock suddenly appeared in Hongyan's hand.
"Young Master, the Demon-Conquering Lock."
Hongyan handed the magic weapon to Luo Yi, and Luo Yi took it directly without any pretense.
After all, this thing needs to be activated by the power of devouring. Even if he gives it to Hongyan, Hongyan won't be able to use it.
The size of this Demon-Conquering Lock is no different from an ordinary iron rope at this time, and the inscriptions that were previously illuminated have also disappeared at this moment.
Perhaps only when this magic-conquering lock is activated will the inscription truly appear.
While Luo Yi was looking at the Demon-Conquering Lock, Su Qingqiu's little hands kept making secrets in her sleeves, and several star trails flashed through her big eyes.
After a while, Su Qingqiu seemed to have determined a certain direction and walked away on his own.
The wind and sand on the eighth floor were very strong, causing the red cloak behind the girl's back to flutter wildly.
Luo Yi and Hongyan followed the girl together. Although there were many demons in the black desert, for some reason, they were as motionless as stone statues.
But no one noticed that when Luo Yi stepped onto the eighth floor, in the sky above everyone's heads, there was a man with his limbs chained, hanging in the sky above the night.
This was a very strange-looking young man. He seemed to have noticed something, and slowly raised his head and looked somewhere below.
In his eyes, there was a mysterious line that was slowly turning, as if he was spying on the trajectory of some kind of destiny.
After a while, the corner of his mouth curved in a strange and inexplicable way.
"Four thousand years..."
"The town clan..."
"It's time to die."
