She seemed to be falling slowly into an abyss.
The pressure is increasing, the sunlight is decreasing, and finally it falls into endless darkness.
Her cultivation at the golden elixir stage could not support the weight of tens of millions of tons of water. She could only rely on her alienated self-healing ability, which was so powerful that it was inhuman, to repair the bones, muscles, and internal organs that were deformed by thousands of atmospheric pressures. , like an endless cycle of dying, waking up, and falling into a dying cycle again.
When she finally woke up again, briefly and enduring great pain, she saw a huge tombstone, on which the death of a city floating in the sky was recorded in large seals.
Finally, it’s almost here——
When Mengmeng woke up again, he was in a raging fire, and his eyes were filled with the red color representing high fever. It was like the legendary eight-heat hell.
This is the ancient true fire, the burial place of Nanming Suzaku.
But now it seems that the legendary emperor is not dead, but Meng has known the inside story for generations, so she is not surprised.
The gorgeous man with red hair and red eyes stared at the uninvited guest indifferently, "Descendant of the rebellious minister, how dare you come to see me?!"
If there hadn't been a big hole in his chest that was constantly healing and bleeding again, with bones and organs visible, she thought she might be dead by now.
Mengmeng struggled to get up. She was still in pain, very painful, and could not even cut off the pain because the body's spiritual circuit had been completely destroyed. The high temperature was burning her body every moment, her steel-hard scales curled and peeled off, and her flesh and blood were carbonized and turned black. However, her body was simultaneously healing itself at a high speed and growing new life, tearing away necrotic tissues from her body.
Over and over again, it's like a never-ending shedding of skin. A monster is dying and coming back to life.
Rong Huan looked on coldly, "With this healing ability, it seems that you are his direct bloodline."
Originally, after reigning for three thousand years, there were as many people who betrayed him as the ministers across the river, and basically everyone ended up dead without a burial place. He had lived too long to bother to remember the names of those unknown people, but Montessori still stuck in his throat to this day.
Even if his reason had reminded him, even if Meng Peng was loyal back then, all the personal guards and princes combined would not be able to defeat the demon Yue Mian, and the humiliation that destroyed his personality might not change due to changes in history.
But as the starting point of the nightmare, he couldn't let it go, and it was impossible to let it go. What's ridiculous is that when he returned, he found that Meng Peng had already been massacred by the mixed-blood forces who were madly encroaching on Jiuzhou under the banner of "revenge for the emperor". This rebellious minister did not have time to die from the emperor's wrath. He had already sacrificed his life for the "hope for the future" in his heart.
He has no family, no lover, and is alone. He seems to have made all the sacrifices openly.
Rong Huan, who had returned to the throne, was as hard as ice in the eyes of his courtiers who came back to seek refuge with him tremblingly, and became even more unfathomable. In fact, he had already fallen into hysterical madness.
If there was no one to vent his hatred on, he would create one! The remaining flesh and blood of Meng Peng was collected with great effort by his ministers. Relying on the power of the meteorite, he fabricated a new life day and night. Inspired by the birth process of Yue Mian, this newly created Hybrids can practice like ordinary humans and even have excellent talents, while inheriting the powerful physical qualities and abilities of hybrids.
But he actually has huge flaws. Even if he reaches the dark side of the path of cultivation, once his level reaches the stage of becoming a god, his body will be unable to bear it and begin to collapse; if he chooses to awaken his hybrid bloodline, all his previous cultivation will be destroyed. , while temporarily gaining unparalleled power, his mind began to gradually lose, he went crazy, and eventually his body collapsed.
No matter which path you take, the end is unsolvable death, and this kind of constitution will be passed down from generation to generation. Meng Peng wanted "hope", so Rong Huan let his descendants never know what "hope" is.
So he let this mixed race grow up without knowing it, gave him the surname "Meng" again, and arranged for a woman to have children with him.
"You will keep vigil for me in the future. Wherever my tomb is, you and your descendants will always live there!"
At that time, Jinglian City began to tilt toward the ground, and he already understood that he was destined to be defeated. The loyal half-blood who had grown up under his eyes knelt on the ground and kowtowed, thinking that this was the supreme loyalty and glory.
The emperor will die one day, but the punishment for disobedient ministers will be endless for generations to come.
"Rebellious minister...I see," Mengmeng said with difficulty. The clear and clear child's voice was now dry and hoarse and no longer human. "Meng Meng is burdened with a life like a curse...Is this your punishment..."
Rong Huan had been poisoned by Lian Chao, and his body, which was already on the verge of running out of oil, was severely injured again. At this time, he was in a depressed mood. Seeing the miserable situation of the little girl half-dead, he felt an inexplicable feeling. Toying with——
"Yes, the tragic situation that you have experienced for generations is my handiwork, but your ancestors have been educating future generations to be grateful to me, right?"
"Let me guess your purpose of risking your life this time, hmm..."
He paused lightly, then curved his red lips into a malicious smile, "Did Shuangyue City suffer?"
You thought that the king who had been protecting you for generations would come to rescue your loyal minister, so you came to ask for help, right?
What a rare joke! He admitted that the joke amused him.
The little girl's staggering steps toward the emperor paused. Her cloudy vertical pupils revealed disbelief, "...you...understand...?"
How does Nanming Zhuque Lingguang Lord, an imprisoned ghost who cannot leave Nanming Lake even half a step regardless of his divine power or body, know what is happening hundreds of miles away at the bottom of the mountain?
Rong Huan nodded leisurely.
It also did not explain how he was able to contact the outside world, or whether he played any role in the massacre. As for his views on the matter...
Rong Huan let go of the hand covering his chest and looked down at his unhealed wound playfully:
"It seems that I am really going to die this time. The death of an emperor always requires someone to bury him. I look at the people in your city and think it is most appropriate."
That light word completely defeated the little girl who was struggling to persevere in great pain. A line of bloody tears flowed down from her eye sockets that were cracked again. There was a bang and sparks flew everywhere. She could no longer hold up and knelt down in front of him. The charred and necrotic flesh and blood fell to the ground, but the new skin could no longer be replaced in time. After growing out, this monster-like body finally reached its limit.
Rong Huan didn't take it seriously. He had done many things that were punished by God. What did it mean if a child died in front of him?
He even dragged his cheeks and lazily commented: "The rebellious minister knelt before the monarch and died. Well, that's a good posture!"
The little girl lowered her head, as if she could no longer hear.
The happy look on Rong Huan's face gradually faded away, returning to his original frosty expression. According to the intelligence obtained not long ago, she is the last of the Meng family. With this death, the guardian of Emperor Dali's tomb will be considered dead.
"You are relieved..."
Rong Huan smiled mockingly and lost any interest in the body of the girl next to him.
The most urgent task is to find a way to plug the bloody hole in his chest... He let out a "tsk", knowing that he was already at the end of his strength. If the uninvited guest this time hadn't been weaker than him, he wouldn't be able to survive in this condition. A child with no strength can kill him.
He knew that this time the end was probably coming, but he couldn't just die like this. He had spent so much time trying to survive until now, all because there was still one very important thing that had not been completed...
The last half of the meteorite shone dimly in his chest, and the wound was repaired for him. In just ten days, the size actually shrank by a large circle, and now it is only half the size of a fingernail.
Sure enough, the meteorite came from outside the sky, and only the methods from outside the sky could cure it. Shangqing Jun continued his reign, and the moment he took action, he was rushing to take his own life!
Rong Huan gritted his teeth. He had known that he should not have listened to the so-called "divine secret" and killed this white-eyed wolf directly at the bottom of the lake. !
He became increasingly tired, and regardless of the small corpse beside him, he just sat there cross-legged, not bothering to move at all, and his consciousness became increasingly groggy...
The sudden sense of crisis penetrated his mind like a needle!
But it was too late, pain exploded in his chest, and he vomited a large mouthful of blood before he could even open his eyes!
"You...you..." You're not dead? !
With her vision alternating between light and darkness due to excessive blood loss, the girl struggled to withdraw her hand from his chest. Even if she faked her death, she was actually on the verge of dying. This sneak attack consumed almost all her remaining strength.
But she was right!
In the blood dripping from the palm of his hand, a small black fragment was shining dimly. Vigorous vitality is continuously transported into the girl's body. For hybrids, dark energy is the elixir of life and death, human flesh and bones. Necrotic tissues were repaired, damaged organs were repaired, deformed bones began to be repaired, and skin as thick as gelatin grew back...
Finally, she stood up lightly and drew a curtain of water out of thin air in the flaming hell, transforming into a blue gauze and wrapping her snow-white body. Strange sounds of "click" and "click" sounded from every joint of hers, and the cardamom girl's figure grew in a short period of time, like a new willow sprouting.
Rong Huan lay weakly on the ground, his chest rising and falling like the tide. This was the struggle of a dying man. Small streams of blood gush out from wounds that could no longer heal, as if they were trying to squeeze out all the blood in his body. .
She looked at the former emperor who her ancestors had been loyal to for thousands of years indifferently, like looking at a rotten coffin. The recovering voice gradually began to fall between that of a boy and a girl, with an elusive darkness:
"Thanks to Lord Shangqing's personal information, our ancestors have known where the Meng family came from thousands of years ago. It has nothing to do with you that we still choose to stick to Shuangyue City. If you didn't know anything about it, you would have enjoyed it for thousands of years, but you didn't know it was you. Which one of us is more miserable?"
Rong Huan glared at her, it was indeed pathetic! People like him have fallen into such shameless plots twice. Thousands of years ago and thousands of years later, the descendants of despicable people will only become more despicable!
But there was no expression on her face. Even if she obtained the treasure that was rumored to shake the world, she could not see any joy or pride. There is no way to change the fate that is destined to be hopeless. The ancestors chose to keep silent about the truth. Since they have to postpone it for the sake of Shuangmoon City, they should at least give their children a worry-free childhood when their father or mother can protect their children from the wind and rain. Previously, Montessori children would only think that they were in a somewhat special but still happy family.
When will I know the cruel truth, the fate of being a descendant of a traitor and becoming a god, and my body will collapse? It will be on the day when I succeed the city lord.
And when can I succeed the city lord? Naturally, only with the death of the old city lord can the memory begin to be passed on.
Before she could find her missing father, she already knew of his death. She doesn't know how to act, so this suffocating grief doesn't need to be disguised.
The girl slowly squatted down. Under the scorching light of the fire, her face looked almost demonic:
"Kunlun and the Seventy-Two Aristocratic Family poisoned, killed, and burned the city. They were desperately looking for a treasure called the 'Huangdi Xuanzhu'. But your Majesty, you know very well that Shuangyue City has never seen anything like this. The same thing, why do you think they believe a groundless rumor? And why do they want to get it at all costs? What's more, the bait of 'controlling the water veins of the world' is not enough to make it easy for the people of Kunlun to move mountains and reclaim seas. So crazy?
"Unless it is a bigger temptation, big enough to drive everyone in Jiuzhou crazy——"
Emperor Da Li's pupils gradually lost focus, and the black fragment became the final frame.
————
No, the Yellow Emperor's Mysterious Pearl may indeed exist...
His eyelashes trembled slightly, and he figured everything out in an instant!
The rumor of "Yellow Emperor's Mysterious Pearl" has been circulating for a long time, but why did Shuangyue City and even himself refute the rumor time and time again, but why did this rumor always keep coming back?
If we say... "Yellow Emperor" can be understood as "Emperor", "Xuanzhu", black beads, dark matter that has been developed -
Meteor from outer space
This is the treasure that the people behind the scenes want to get at all costs.
Rong Tong was frightened by his expression. She had just confirmed with him whether the Yellow Emperor Mysterious Pearl existed, and she didn't know what he was thinking of? I have the impression that this guy is already a man who is facing the collapse of a mountain without changing his expression. This... how serious is this inside story?
Unexpectedly, when he opened his mouth, he asked an irrelevant question: "What happens next?"
"……What?"
"You predicted the destruction of Twin Moon City in advance from the plot, and worked together with your accomplices to break the illusion. You already know their purpose and the real instigator behind it. What happens next? What is your plan?"
Rong Tong paused, and after a few breaths, she answered slowly as if she had let out a breath, "In the original book, under the well water, above the underground river, and underground in Shuangyue City, such caves are crisscrossed, which is where Tibetans A good place. Follow the tunnel behind us all the way to the depths, and you can reach the underground cell where Feng Qing is imprisoned by You..."
Although the plot of the original work is inseparable from the deep sadomasochistic love and the thrilling reality of thick doubts and entangled interests, it seems that they are two different dimensions. But after experiencing so much in this world, she has at least grasped one or two points of the original work - if certain plot points in the original work happen to be reflected in reality and can be logically self-consistent, then nine times out of ten it is Reality that has happened or will happen soon.
The water quality of the underground river is special and can block the consciousness from above the surface. Whether it is a hiding place or a prison cell for the perpetrator, it is an excellent choice.
The fierce battle on the ground is not over yet. Facing the high-level monks from the Kunlun Military Headquarters, the Seventy-Two Aristocratic Families will inevitably come out in full force. There should be very few people left in the base camp now.
There is no sign yet that her uninvited guest has been exposed. Stealing a house to rescue Feng Yuji should be... still feasible.
Yes, their original plan was that simple. Make noises in the east and attack in the west, save people and then run away. Although a huge conspiracy was slowly unfolding in front of her, and with just two or three kittens, how could they deal with it?
It should be said that she and Song Qingping were lucky enough that the plan was able to proceed smoothly until now. You can only save your friends if they can. If the little girl Mengmeng is still alive, try your best to find her, and then help the pair of miserable mandarin ducks escape from the place of right and wrong quickly. Kunlun's influence in Jiuzhou is already deteriorating. At worst, it will leave Junzhou. Where can't it survive?
As for the bloody feud in this city... To use an inappropriate metaphor, this is like the US military bombing Iraq for oil. You are the only one bombed in the country. You need an army but no troops, you need funds but no funds, you need equipment but no equipment. You can't just dream about dying with other people's tanks and armored divisions with a bomb, right?
As long as the green hills are left, there is no need to worry about not having firewood. If the little girl is really lucky in the future, thirty years to the east of the river and thirty to the west of the river, it will not be too late to plan revenge.
But for some reason, facing the solemn look on her old classmate's face, she felt a little uncomfortable about this timid plan.
"Just... find Feng Qing... and then..." Run away quickly with this unlucky child.
Before she could hesitantly complete a simple and clear sentence, there was an obvious tremor under her feet!
The roaring sound echoed in the small cave, as if a beast was awakening deep underground. Violent ripples stirred on the surface of the underground river. Thousands of water droplets bounced up. The first stalactite hanging upside down from the cave roof was right above their heads. Break and fall——
"careful!"
"careful!"
They blurted out almost at the same time, but Lian Chao's movements were obviously faster. He pulled back while retreating. Rong Tong was caught off guard and hit his chest, and the huge stalactite was smashed to pieces at their feet.
"What happened?!" She asked in surprise, subconsciously pushing away from his arms, only to find that the other party held her wrist tightly with no intention of letting go.
Lian Chao's pupils were like a long night that could not be opened. Such fluctuations in spiritual power... seemed familiar.
"It's the Open Heaven Sword Formation."
How dare they? !
Rong Tong didn't know what the Open Sky Sword Formation was, but that didn't stop her from immediately thinking of another word familiar to everyone in Kunlun - "Open Sky Sword Intent".
The thick wall of Hua Fan City, which had been cut into half, was a shock she could never forget.
She looked pale, "But it has something to do with Lord Shangqing?!"
More than relevant? That was basically the "legacy" he left before his ascension! At that time, he was worried that if he ascended in a hurry and Jiuzhou would be intimidated by the shock of opening the sky with a sword, he deliberately left behind this sword formation drawing. The circuit of spiritual power operation is 90% similar to that of his Kaitian Sword Intent. As long as there is sufficient supply of spiritual stones, it is not difficult to level mountains and reclaim seas.
This is an important weapon of the country. Even if it is used on the battlefield, it must be used with caution. In order to cover up their crimes, are those people crazy? !
For the first time since his descent, he felt the long-lost rage.
"Rong Tong," he breathed slowly to calm down, and rarely called the girl's full name again, "go rescue your friend and leave the rest to me. Remember to stay away from Junzhou in the future."
The girl stared at him in disbelief, "Is this sword formation going to destroy the city and kill people? What can you do alone?!"
"I can do a lot on my own," there was a rare tenderness in his eyes. He loosened his grip on her wrist and gently patted the top of her hair.
The earthquake became more and more obvious, and the sound of shattering rocks deep in the deep tunnel was deafening, reminding us of the urgency.
"Go ahead -"
A soft but unmistakable force pushed her, and before Rong Tong could even blurt out the word "fuck", the protective shield was triggered in an instant and she was pushed into the tunnel.
When the terrifying acceleration disappeared, she finally reached the end of the tunnel and was able to stand firm, but before her eyes was a deeper darkness.
But there was a bustle of people, chatter, quarrels, footsteps and even the sound of the collision of jewels and metal, all mixed together. The ground inside the tunnel was shaking, but it didn't seem to affect them at all. It was obviously protected by a barrier.
All the monks here are accustomed to relying on spiritual consciousness, so naturally they don't pay much attention to the presence or absence of light. However, most of the people here are in the foundation building stage, and there are even monks in the Qi refining stage, occasionally a dozen golden elixirs, and three or five Nascent Souls.
It seems that this is the base camp where the aristocratic families temporarily hide. All those who can fight are fighting with Master Chiming and his party on the ground. The rest are probably just minions. Judging from their panic and unorganized actions, they probably knew that the city was about to be bombed and hurriedly prepared to evacuate.
As for the things that slowed down their pace and even caused them to quarrel, Rong Tong used his spiritual consciousness to perceive the things at the entrance of the deep tunnel. It was clearly a large number of spiritual stones, elixirs, and even mountains of magic weapons.
These were all looted from Shuangyue City after the massacre. Meng's tens of thousands of years of accumulation have made these shabby households red-eyed. Judging from the situation, these things may have been left over after a round of carving up.
Recalling that she had killed those cannon fodders before, the oil and water scraped from their Qiankun bags probably came from this. She couldn't help but feel a little nauseous.
Finally she took a deep breath.
I thought I could find the cell where Feng Yuji was imprisoned in one step, but I didn't expect to stumble here by accident. She doesn’t know whether to say that the original work misled her or helped her.
Deep in her heart, she once again cursed her old classmate who came and went like a breeze. But now that she has come, it is really impossible for her to leave silently.
"Then kill them all."
A voice sounded in her mind, as if it was just like her own thoughts, reasonable and natural -
Behind him, the sky is falling and the earth is falling, and in front of him is the carnival of a group of bandits. An invisible barrier lay in front of her, and she passed through it in one step. There were no barriers and no warnings were sounded. She had seen not a thousand but also eight hundred of this kind of barrier combinations in Langhuan Pavilion. It was extremely protective against things with fluctuations in spiritual power. The designers back then probably never imagined that in the future there would be such a weirdo as Rong Tong, whose all the fluctuations in spiritual energy suddenly disappeared overnight, and yet his cultivation level increased instead of decreasing.
She walked carelessly into the crowd, and her footsteps and breathing were perfectly covered by the noise of hundreds of people. There was no light. They relied entirely on their spiritual consciousness and did not realize that death was about to come.
The wind suddenly started blowing under the damp ground.
"How many high-grade spiritual stones have you guys surnamed Zhu spread out privately? Why are you still fighting with us for these few protective magic weapons?"
A foundation-building monk who was fighting for the magic weapon with others was yelling. Suddenly, the opponent's strength relaxed, and he was caught off guard and pulled the protective magic weapon back a few steps. But before he could be overjoyed, he suddenly He was pierced through the Dantian, holding his treasure and the corpse of his rival overlapping each other.
The same murderous intention spreads in the darkness, especially in confined spaces. The air turned into sharp blades is enough to knock countless people to the ground in an instant. Naturally, no one will be given time to react. Her understanding of invisible killing seems to be at a higher level. Lou, his skills are as skillful as an executioner on the assembly line. From Qi Refining to Nascent Soul, no one is spared.
The underground fell into silence, and she lit a real fire with her finger, illuminating the darkness. Corpses lay everywhere underfoot, treasures were scattered in the scarlet blood, and the strong stench could not be dissipated or dissipated.
"Well, it looks like they're all dead."
Her first reaction was still to check if she had missed anything. Her reason had already planned the next step for her. She would collect all the stolen goods first so that they could be returned to their original owners. She had to move quickly. If she delayed it a little later, it would be extremely difficult. Innocence and even life are at stake...
She did indeed do this, but in the closed and depressing slaughtering scene, when the first Qiankun bag stained with blood was brought to her by the animal control technique, the smell of rust that still carried the body temperature of the deceased somehow made her feel a little bit... Feeling nauseated, she did not reach out to take it immediately, but then dozens or hundreds of Qiankun bags floating from a pool of blood arrived in front of her.
Some are still dripping blood, tick tick tick...
The steady chord in her head that had existed since the killing suddenly seemed to have been violently plucked by something, and began to tremble, buzzing in her skull.
She was a little broken and cursed out the word "fuck", then quickly jumped up in the wind and backed away. The stolen goods floating in the air lost the support of the spell, and like falling dumplings, they crashed back into a pool of blood. .
Depend on! What's wrong with her? I've killed everyone, but at this juncture, I still can't get used to it and feel disgusted?
But the feeling of nausea came up one after another, threatening to break the stable state of mind at any time. There was a narrow passage on one side of this underground space, which was also wrapped in a protective barrier. She ducked in without thinking.
After flying for a while, the smell of blood gradually became less strong. She finally regained her composure and stopped, leaning on the wall and breathing heavily.
Her mind gradually started to work again, and she slowly straightened her back, something didn't seem right...
It's not the sudden nausea that just happened, but the previous killings that were unrivaled. Maybe it should be earlier, from instant killing the opponent on the ground, or even earlier, killing the real person Shang Qin in the Southern Jin Dynasty. , and who was the first person she killed? The man in white who intercepted her above Langhuan Pavilion?
She, Rong Tong, lived to be twenty-nine years old on earth. She didn't even dare to kill a fish. She bought meat in ready-made blocks sealed with plastic wrap in the supermarket. She had only traveled through time for a year and was already killing people without blinking an eye? Is this... a little too fast? Even if the situation forced her to kill the person who deserved to be killed, how did she manage to make a decisive decision without any psychological barriers and without any delay?
It seems reasonable, because if you don't kill someone, you will be killed. But it seemed unreasonable... It was like her rational judgment was completely separated from her subjective emotions, even if those emotions contained derogatory words such as fear, hesitation, panic, etc.
"Stop worrying about these things. Do you want to drag Feng Yuji to death?" The voice of reason sounded again, coldly freezing those chaotic entanglements.
Yes, now is not the time to think about life!
It was well-founded and reasonable. She was convinced by this voice again, so she patted her forehead that might have been soaked in water and continued walking forward, leaving all doubts behind her.
Not long after walking, I saw a door. Literally a door with a brass lock.
There is a "code" on the lock composed of heavenly stems and earthly branches, which is very similar to the one she dug under the ruins of Mo's ancestral hall in the southwest.
finally……
She quickly opened the lock in the same manner, while secretly praying that Feng Yuji could still breathe now. With a "click" sound, the lock opened, and she pushed the door open and entered——
A colder air than outside the passage hit my face. Compared to the family base camp, which is as big as a football field, the inside is as small as a hotel bathroom. Two cross stakes made of wood are placed in the center, and there are pavements underneath. Layers of dry straw and nothing else.
nobody. But Rong Tong picked out a broken piece of clothing among the straw. It had a hard texture, blue piping, and an incomplete piece of innate gossip... It looked so familiar to her. She had a piece of the same style. Isn't this Kunlun's hair? Are the disciples uniformly dressed?
Feng Yuji was in such a hurry to "defect" that he probably didn't have the time to change his clothes.
Damn, I’m late!
She scratched her hair in annoyance and was about to look for any other clues in this "prison" when a sudden voice suddenly sounded behind her -
"who are you?!"
Rong Tong froze and turned around slowly. Standing at the door was a tall man wearing a blue Taoist uniform with piping on it. There were innate Bagua diagrams painted on the sleeves and front. He looked like he was only in his twenties. He is sixty-seven years old, but in the cultivation world, one cannot judge age by appearance.
As the former left minister of the Siji Hall, she was in charge of the roster of all existing disciples of the Kunlun inner and outer sects. Therefore, I recognized him, the only person in charge of the Northern Branch and the only high-level monk from the inner sect who had not been recalled from outside, Song Qizhen, the real person of Jingxu.
If nothing unexpected happens, he is now in the Great Perfection Stage of Divine Transformation.
Song Qizhen crossed his arms and looked at this unfamiliar female cultivator in the early stage of Yuanying. Of course, Rong Tong recognized him, but he did not recognize Rong Tong. However, since he maintained his absolute advantage in realm, he did not need to be as vigilant as a formidable enemy against a little mouse that sneaked in.
On the contrary, the most important thing is to understand one thing——
"How did the people outside die?"
He went out and activated the self-destruction device of the Wanhua Mirror with the people in the construction hall. When he came back, he saw that more than a hundred people were gone! This is good, except for the dozen high-ranking officials who were holding back the Kunlun Military Headquarters, almost all the miscellaneous troops brought over by the aristocratic families were here.
Although he doesn't really care about the lives of these poor people, it will still be of no benefit to him if something happens to these people. Not to mention what kind of trouble the blame from above will cause in the future, even the act of stealing is undoubtedly equivalent to throwing someone behind. A slap on his face.
Of course he didn't think that an early Nascent Soul could deal with so many people in the short time between his visits. Compared to this little mouse, the killer who is most likely still lurking in the dark is more dangerous.
As for who "they" are, what their purpose is, and whether they have something to do with the group of uninvited guests from the military on the ground... These important things only flashed through his mind. He thought very simply. "Past events" and "glimpses" are forced down the mourning platform, what else do you not know?
Rong Tong was not going to answer, and she would make many mistakes if she spoke too much. In such a narrow encounter, no matter how clever she was, it would probably be useless.
He looked at her as if he were looking at a dead person.
So now the question is, with her Schrödinger cultivation and her combat experience that can be counted on ten fingers, how confident is she that she can win the Great Perfection of the Divine Transformation Stage head-on, which spans three eras?
Song Qizhen opposite her obviously didn't have the patience to play riddles with her, "Don't want to say it? That's okay!"
A purple electric arc flashed behind him, condensing into a terrifying giant sword, the tip of the sword pointed directly at her, and the bright electric light illuminated the entire prison almost instantly.
Thunder spells have huge energy and astonishing destructive power, and can be called a model of mass destruction spells. Don't you see, Rong Tong herself is very fond of the famous thunder-reducing technique "Cold Ash Tribulation". But the person opposite her was a mutant thunder-type single spiritual root, a talented lightning-type magician. Her little understanding of thunder-type magic was simply impractical in front of a real professional.
Then what capital does she have to fight with him? Wind blade? But can the wind speed be fast enough to carry the current?
In the flash of lightning, her dear reason came online again——
"Optimistically, the odds of winning are probably in the single digits right now." Isn't that right?
"If we strike first, the winning rate may be increased by a few tenths." Okay, let's go!
……Eh? Hey, hey, hey! ! !
When Rong Tong rushed towards the electric light, she felt confused for a moment... Why didn't she consider the option of escaping?
But it was obviously too late to react now. The majestic spiritual energy flow collided instantly, and the loud explosion was deafening.
Song Qizhen really didn't expect that this female cultivator would take the lead in attacking. The strength of her spiritual power seemed to far exceed that of the early Nascent Soul.
Are you using some kind of magic weapon to hide your strength? However, it can only be regarded as courageous.
"A frontal attack won't work! The spiritual power he can mobilize is far greater than mine!" Rong Tong secretly thought that it was not good, as one strike could not succeed. She quickly gave up on continuing the simple and crude attack and quickly dodged to find another way.
Speed has always been her only way to win unexpectedly in several battles, but she forgot that she was not the only one who could use "Crane Shadow Feihong". When the purple electric light surpassed her, the victory or defeat was decided——
With a loud "boom", Rong Tong was thrown against the cross wooden stake in the center of the prison. The wooden stake broke immediately, and he and the stake together fell into the hard stone wall. He vomited a large mouthful of blood. Now, not only was most of the ribs broken, but almost all the internal organs were displaced.
Looking at the world's major contemporary literature, film and television works, the protagonists often start to go about their lives when they are half disabled, recalling the voices and smiles of important people or the great mission that they cannot give up. When the exclusive BGM sounds, they can immediately go crazy. Fight back and move towards victory. But reality is often cruel. The most taboo thing among monks is getting injured when fighting. Life and death are often decided by one move. It is not a lucky thing to survive a decisive blow from the enemy. After all, half of your life is almost gone, which means that you have basically lost your combat effectiveness.
Are you still dreaming about exploding your seed?
Smoke and dust rose, and rubble continued to roll down the cracked wall beside her, while she was slowly lifted up by the neck.
"If you haven't shown up to this extent, it seems that you are a villain who is nothing to fear."
Song Qizhen sneered, obviously not talking to Rong Tong who was still in his hand. From the beginning to the end, all he cared about was the "mysterious killer" who massacred hundreds of people outside.
There was no harm in continuing to be a tortoise. His other hand lit up with white light that was slowly gathered from the mental spell "Past of the Past".
"Mysterious Killer" Rong Tong was so pinched that he rolled his eyes. The strength of the monks in the late stage of spiritual transformation was like a hydraulic clamp. Even though the monks could maintain their lives without breathing, once the cervical spine is fractured or the joints are dislocated, the lower cervical spine is sprained, and the movement below the shoulder level And the feeling will disappear immediately, the body's spiritual circuit and brain control are disconnected, and it is irreversible; and if the upper cervical vertebrae are dislocated, cardiac arrest will follow, affecting the Dantian. Even if he is a Nascent Soul and a half-immortal, he is still in danger of escaping.
When "The Past" ends, her life will come to an end. Song Qizhen calculated this carefully.
But when the white light came on and he saw the truth about the tragic deaths of the children of the aristocratic families a quarter of an hour ago, Song Qizhen's pupils suddenly tightened——
"Why is it you..."
This exclamation could not be blurted out completely. He lowered his head in disbelief and saw the dagger pierced deeply into his abdomen. The female nun's pale hand was holding the end of the dagger, and the golden red of lava showed through the fingers.
The dagger was obviously cast, and the material came from the iron chain on the wooden stake she had on hand.
Her neck was almost strangled, how could she still move? !
Rong Tong took the opportunity to remove the joints of the hand that was holding his neck, and as soon as his feet landed on the ground again, his shackles flashed out like a gust of wind. Even though her eyes are still black and her blood supply is insufficient, she has no heartbeat for a long time. How can her body functions be measured by the standards of a normal monk?
They distanced themselves again, and Rong Tong flew out of the small prison, jumping into the other end of the passage where corpses were strewn with corpses.
The purple electric light chasing her was directed towards her Dantian with the force of a roaring mountain and a tsunami. Rong Tong increased the increase in spiritual power to the point where she could barely bear it. This time, Heying Feihong succeeded in relying on one at the critical moment. The acceleration caused her body to dodge, and the electric light directly hit the seemingly impregnable protective barrier behind her, causing the entire space to tremble.
With a "clang", the electric light attached to it dispersed, and the black dagger fell to the ground. The blood on it was still wet, and it was the same one that Rong Tong stabbed Song Qizhen just now.
Song Qizhen stepped into the bloody darkness, and his face was filled with clouds. The yang energy of a monk in the transformation stage is spread throughout every inch of his meridians and is endless. How much can an ordinary dagger hurt him? But the nun's stubborn resistance clearly angered him.
Being able to escape from his hands at an absolute disadvantage, being able to kill hundreds of monks in just one cup of tea, this female cultivator was far from as simple as he thought before. What's even more surprising is that he realized that his consciousness could not capture her figure, which was probably why the children of hundreds of family and no one found that the female practitioner had sneaked into the double moon city.
All the way to make a clear go straight to Mo Ci to dedicate to detaining the clear prison, obviously to save people. The group of the military ministry is a associate.
The same door with him? He didn't know when Kunlun was more than two hundred years in the inside, when did you have such a character?
... It is a pity that if you encounter such a junior in two or three hundred years, he will be too late to appreciate the mention, but unfortunately they are not born now.
Song Qizhen estimated that the Kaitian sword array from opening to the time of launching was completely launched, and decided to take a quarter of the hour here, and killed her within a minute!
Rong Tong, who had escaped the robbery, shivered at the corner of the stone wall and trembled to find the injury medicine. Although she avoided Song Qizhen's attack again, the electric light still burned her, leaving a narrow wound on her waist, leaving her waist. The old injury has not healed and adds new injuries. In order to avoid excessive pain and affect the reaction, she has long cut off her pain, but her heavier physical and lost strength shows how much she hurts.
After this year, she was shocked by fighting with people several times. The last time she saw the blood of the gods, but the situation was not as bad as the situation. .
But with what happened next, everything was still the witch.
Anyone who has studied high school physics knows that the discharge phenomenon is caused by the transfer of charge and the offset of positive negative charge. At this moment, through her eyes, Rong Tong seemed to see countless free charge in the darkness in front of her eyes, under the guidance of inexplicable power, began to hit each other ...
It can be seen that the electric field here is very strong, and the electric field will be divorced to become a conductor, and the air will be divided into a conductor, and the current is generated, the light and heat are generated, and the sound is produced. It is commonly known as a spark.
The electric light came first, illuminating the entire underground space, and then thunderous.
Rong Tong still needs to create a heavy thunderstorm and cloud friction to discharge the "cold ash robbery", but there is no such cymbal for the thunderbolt monolithic root in the later period. Song Qi really wanted to be a Lei Gong, that is, 20,000 meters on the bottom of the sea can also hit the thunder.
If you say that you can force your speed to reach the critical limit, to escape the hunting of the thunderbolt. If the whole space is discharged everywhere?
The narrow passages outside the enchantment were blocked by the chaos of the earthquake, and the closed space meant that she could not escape at all.
Song Qizhen is actually a little irritable. The discharge too dense means that he is surrounded by strong light. Even though he does not hurt his eyes, this visual experience is basically the same as the dark darkness. The movement trend, for so long, do n’t know how mature the girl with the thin skin and tender meat is mature?
In the end, it was a bit patient. For so long, the head pig was almost confused.
But almost when he accepted the technique, the sword light sword shadow broke through the electric light!
Although Song Qizhen's reactive strength is outstanding, it is almost aware of the while avoiding it, but the offensive of the opponent's cold weapon is also overwhelming. Each of these swords is a personal weapon of the monk. The dagger can be compared with, and now they seem to survive suddenly, almost becoming a light, such a terrible acceleration, even his caregiver cover is difficult to fight, so he inevitably hang up in the blink of an eye. Color.
Why is she not dead yet? !
There was a long sword that was shot directly in the cold light. He couldn't watched it in the dark center. The girl with blood stains stood quietly. Her body covered a layer of metal color that seemed to be flowing in the flowing metal color. .
Why is Rong Tong who hasn't died yet?
If you have learned high school physics, you will also know that positive and negative charge generally only walks on the surface of the conductor, so it can be covered with an empty conductor to cover the external electric field, and the inside can be not affected. The Faraday cage experiment confirmed the fact that the metal shielding network could exclude the interference of electrostatic field. This principle was later called--
"Static shielding ..."
Song Qi really murmured. He watched the metal net in Rong Tong's body, and he saw the epitome of an era ... For this reason, he even accidentally hit another sword.
Rong Tong's brow jumped, did this person really learn high school physics? !
But the battle was changing rapidly. She didn't dare to think about it. In fact, she is not easy to focus on the enemy now. The plan was formulated in the moment when I touched the iron chain before, but although the materials were ready, because of all hasty, I had never tried it like this before, especially the reorganization of the metal structure. Before the cage finally appeared to keep her life, she had been charged with the outer coke and tenderness. The current situation is actually not better than Song Qi.
They were seriously injured, but they had not hurt Dantian, and no one had reached the last moment.
Song Qizhen deserved to be the top elite of the Emperor's era. Even if he lost his mind, it was only a slight moment. He re -adjusted the battle status in a moment. Another extremely complicated technique was released in a very short time. Those small curved purple currents once again appeared in all the weapons that they attacked him, allowing metals to transform the electromagnetic field control of the killing weapon. The direction of Rong Tong.
Fan Tie, which has not been forged without the forging, is easily deconstructed, but it will definitely not be able to carry the attack of the magic weapon. Knowing that it is the opponent's trap, but Rong Tong did not choose at all, and he could only grit his teeth to dodge.
Faraday cage must be grounded, otherwise the shielding effect will be lost. Sure enough, the offense of cold weapons is just a guise, and the huge current spines are rang. It is suddenly flickered by hundreds of points to her blade and sword tip. Tribulation.
At the cutting -edge discharge, her opponent is not only to learn too much physics, and it is estimated that there is an undergraduate level on the earth.
The flashed blue -purple lightning has almost no interval, and the pieces are cut down and down, the ordinary people who have a loud noise are enough to blast, and the ears are deafening and bloody, liver and gallbladder. The light of warning, the countless precision formation used to support is quietly cracking. However, the direction of cutting -edge discharge is being deflected, and half of the direction between Xu Xun turned to pointed to Song Qizhen again.
He was gloomy, and this woman was repaired! She has learned to start the control of the electromagnetic field with him!
To the end of the decisive battle of life and death, the two electromagnetic field fields were almost underground at the same time. Hundreds of millions of charges were stunned on the surface of the field, and the blue -purple static electricity was bright like the sun.
The most intense battle is inevitable. The two sides rushed towards each other at the same time, and the acceleration has already surpassed the speed of sound, so that the shape of the body can hardly be captured with the naked eye. The sound is deafening. The wet and cold without seeing light all year round was steamed in the ultra -high temperature. Efficient transformation into the spiritual power of reversing each other. At this moment, they are not even at the simple release of the technique. The huge amount of calculation of accurate data in their minds is used to modify the combination into a new spiritual spirit. Law of force.
The sword tool that had been used as an attack before has long been unable to bear such huge energy. They crushed tens of millions of metal fragments and were controlled by the electromagnetic field in the air. In the fighting, it seemed like a high -speed child. Bouncing collided, exploding golden flowers.
Song Qizhen must take back his previous evaluation of her "shortcomings". This female practitioner is simply the most weird enemy he has encountered in his life!
I do n’t know the fear, I do n’t know how to retreat, no matter how critical in the situation, I can maintain absolute rationality and calmly calculate the biggest winning face of victory. If it wasn't for the battle that had experienced thousands of Jedi counterattacks, it was almost impossible to hone this mind ... But he clearly felt that it was the most terrible at the beginning. Now that she can fight against him, all the skill and combat awareness of all techniques are only explored from his fight with him.
The same way of cultivation, beyond imagination's learning ability, weird calmness like a war machine. Three hundred years ago, Kunlun came out like a talented talent. Similarly, she is a large contradiction complex.
The protective enchantment was crumbling, and finally collapsed completely in their last collisions. After the almost blinding electro -light of the people's eyes was dim, the two sides finally fell to the ground.
They have not yet won the victory. Of course, Rong Tong is an unknown monster in Song Qizhen's eyes, but Song Qizhen is the Tianjiao of the Kunlun Academy era. Not dead, but the villain has not been defeated. Both sides have been on the verge of oil, and they are unable to fight again. The previous killing seemed to be a ridiculous zero -sum game.
The crushed stones above the head landed like rain, and the ground trembling could hardly stand. The hour's time has already passed. Now it is at stake. The sword array may be opened in the next second. Buried in the ground.
Oh ... no, the only woman who was buried will be a person.
Song Qizhen was panting with a large mouth. He looked at the female practitioner who couldn't stand the same back on the opposite side, but slowly revealed a taunt smile. Injecting.
The short -distance spatial matrix method, the spiritual power stored in it is not a problem, it is enough to bring him from the ground to the ground. Anyway, I have lived for more than 600 years, and I have been doing much more recently. Who does not have much heart?
The light flashed, his body disappeared in the darkness of the mountains.
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Song Qi really was lucky. The teleportation method smoothly brought him to the city wall of the south gate of the two -month city. Inside.
About one hour ago, he and the "technical person in charge" sent by the creation hall triggered the Kaitian sword array hidden at the bottom of the Wanhua Mirror algorithm. All the creatures on the above will be disappeared, silent, as if they have never existed.
His fascinating city was not like a fellow colleague who had a straightened eye after litting the sword array, showing a rare awe:
"It is worthy of the masterpiece of the head, exquisite, too delicate! This is the ultimate of killing weapons on the battlefield!! The principle of instrumental method that has been learned for hundreds of years has been learned for hundreds of years.
I couldn't help but sigh at the end, "Unfortunately, this method does not seem to be complete. The power is about much smaller than the original, and I do n’t know which mediocrity has changed! And it now spends at least half an hour's preparation time."
This question is very big, not to mention whether those family can support the current hour in the hands of the military? As soon as this time has arrived, how can they retreat all over the whole body?
The colleagues turned around and came up with a quite black -hearted method -not telling those families to open the sky sword array will be opened, letting this group of breakthroughs drag the military department. By then, the two parties have finished playing together, plus the scruple The fiance was not allowed to be hidden nearby. In the early days of the two of them to turn the gods in the later period, they were afraid that they could not turn out a yellow emperor Xuanzhu from the dead pile?
"Today, the power of the family has risen. Although it is the result of the elder's support, it has already caused her elderly to be afraid. Now that they have involved in this group of outsiders, we can solve the trouble for the elders. We blame us. "
Saying that said.
But Song Qi was really hesitant. Although he also looked down on the group of cunning and greedy settlements, after all, this group of people now be considered a boat with them. Is it too much to reject it like this?
But what qualifications do you have is too much. If he cares about this, how can he indulge the family to slaughter the entire double moon city?
With complicated emotions, he decided to return to the underground base camp first. He wanted to put more than a hundred unusual family low -level monks returned to the ground to be a cannon fodder who dragged the military, or he made another way. It takes some time to think about it.
Then he saw the corpse all over the ground.
…
The ground movement that can be felt on the ground is also obvious. Fortunately, the battle of the madman of the military department was mainly performed in the air, and not many people noticed that it was wrong for a while.
Song Qizhen held the wall and staggered like an old man. The spiritual power in his Dantian had long dried up, and the consciousness could not move anymore, otherwise there would be a tingling in the spirit platform. For loss, he had to retreat at least half of the year.
Starting from the sword array, there are only two minutes left.
He must immediately repair his colleagues who should still stay here. Otherwise, where can he escape from hundreds of miles away in just a short period of time?
But when he embarked on the first step, the top of the watchtower just flew out a figure, and rolled all the way to his feet, and the sprayed blood rolled down the trajectory of the man, as if to the stone. The red carpet was hung on the order.
Isn't it his colleague who has cultivated his colleagues and the head of the technical head of Wanhua Mirror?
Qiqiao's bleeding man grabbed his clothes with his last strength, "Quietha ... Brother ... Save ... Save ..."
Song Qizhen was shocked, "Who hurts you like this?!"
Dantian was penetrated and his pupils were scattered. It was the sign of the collapse of the spiritual collapse. This person was not saved.
"Jun ... Jun ..." The colleagues are swimming, "Jun ... Shang ... Shangqing Jun ..."
Song Qizhen almost thought he had heard it wrong, "How is it possible? Jun rose three hundred years ago !!!"
The colleague did not respond to his doubts, and it was already on the spot. Until he died, his blood -stained clothes were still complete, and even the jade crickets were not falling off. It was not as if he had experienced a fierce battle like Song Qizhen, and he should be killed by people.
In the early days of Hua God, Kunlun, who was also from the era of college, could do this?
Song Qizhen suddenly couldn't restrain the tremor of the teeth. After turning the god, he almost forgot what he was in fear, but now he dare not look up at the top of the top, as if a behemoth is silently staring at silently. Looking at him.
Those who can instantly kill God are at least the virtuality. Junzhou has a total of six Mahayana in total. The murderers are obviously not good at them, not to mention that they are now like this, and have no power to fight back.
But at the same time, he was a little stubborn. The words "Shang Qingjun" could not be stubborn in his ears like a certain curse.
Song Qizhen thought that the highest light of his life was to personally take the "excellent graduate" medal from the hands of Kunlun's head.
When the king was still there, it was the best era of Kunlun. As long as he worked hard, he had a big future. The most chaotic for more than ten years, he also had a dream. He dreamed that Jun Shang went down again, random anyway, cleaned up the old mountains and rivers, and reorganized all the derailment back to the Kangzhuang Avenue that belonged to them.
A drop of tears came out of his eyes. He couldn't care about wiping, and suddenly seemed to be scalded, and he pulled his corner from his dead colleague's stiff hand.
Regardless of the crisis in front of me or the ridiculous statement before the death of the same time, it is not possible to stay here for a long time. He limped to the city tower, no matter whether the murderer found him, he wanted to do the last dying struggle.
There is less than a minute, but there is no precious transmission scroll. He thought desperately and took out the message from the Qiankun bag in a panic. He wanted to contact the northern branch immediately. The elders contacted him privately. It can be faster ... Whenever Wanhua's shielding enchantment still plays a role on the ground, it must be out of the city-
He stunned through the wall door of the city wall that had been bombarded to the city gate, and under the light starlight, he slowly came to a figure in Tsing Yi.
It is a man, but it ’s not easy to distinguish whether men or women. They are tall and slender, and their facial features are very delicate.
She/he was holding a little -sized blue -colored whip, which seemed to be a bit familiar. At the moment Song Qizhen was about to leave the city, he stopped his way to go -
"Where is the wind and wind and rain?" The man's voice was also dumb.
Seeing that you can get out of the city to contact the North Border Branch, how Song Qizhen took care of this inexplicable person, no matter how suspicious the person was, he was drowsy and pushed away, but he was tied up by a whip. It was caught off guard at the golden red pupil.
The turbulent coercion poured into his dried spiritual platform relentlessly, controlled his exhausted nerves. He murmured his eyes and "was tied away by Mo Ci, and he should still be in the city at this moment ..."
The other party nodded indifferently, and his fingers were paw together, and he instantly penetrated his body, destroying his heart.
Song Qizhen still didn't have time to step out of the two -month city, but his blood splashed out like a pump.
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When the Kaitian Sword Array was silently started, Chiming's real person and his party fighting against the family. When the battle was almost the same, the increasingly fierce movement on the ground attracted their attention.
"Tucheng's heartbroken things can be done, I'm afraid they may do a more crazy move in order to cover people's eyes." Watch the changes! "
How can Chiming real people have gone to the battlefield for many years?
But the wind and rain are still unknown.
He frowned and asked, "Have you contacted the Headquarters of the Military Department? The tragedy of the two -month city must be reported!"
"Adults ... our newsletter Yujian ... seems to be blocked."
Chiming's real people took a deep breath, but once again remembered the mouth shape of Mrs. Meng's projection at the last moment--
Kunlun ... Kunlun ...
He is not an innocent child. He has experienced power in the Luochuan era, the change of Xin Yan, and the seven elders for more than two hundred years. He climbed all the way to this position today. ? ! How can we focus on the people of Benzhou? !
Too many things are simply not explained, but if the enemy is within the true Kunlun, then they should believe who can host justice for the two moon city?
"Over ..." At the end, he closed his eyes a little tiredly, "It is rumored that everyone will quit the city first!"
All of them, preserve a lot of comrades behind him.
But there was a sudden riots among the subordinates--
"What's wrong?" The deputy stared at them seriously.
"Report! Song ... Song Qingping, she was gone again!"
Chiming's real person Huo Ran opened his eyes.
Song Qing Ping naturally would not escape the team for no reason. In fact, before half a minute, she found the storm.
Lanzhi Yushu's youth was tortured by the tied Xian Suo for only one bone, and the wide coat robe was almost empty, and he was held in his arms in his arms as if he was only 16 or seven years old. Flash past.
She was worried about the grass and a snake, so she was skilled all the way to hidden her body and tracked them into a half -collapsedched house. When he saw the teenager put the wind and rain on the ground fiercely, he bit his bloodless lips like a beast.
"I can't wait, it's better to ask you here!" The teenager buried his head on his neck and giggled. "After a minute of an hour, a wonderful thing will happen here, but rest assured, I am ready, I am ready Send the scroll, you just have time to see at the happiest peak- "
The sword was turbulent, and he almost cut off his hand to draw a man's belt.
Mo Ci jumped up, Song Qingping was born in shape, and another sword pierced, the spiritual power was attacking him from all directions.
During the Yuanying period, Mo Ci smiled as if there was no sense of crisis. After the sword light burst, the person who fell to the ground was Song Qingping.
The teenager licked the corner of his mouth and slowly packed her back to her. He looked at her flat face and suddenly "Yeah", "It turned out to be your sister!"
When Song Qingping heard the "sister", he ignored it and forcibly transferred his spiritual power to attack him again, but his body flashed behind her like a ghost, and said with a smile:
"Seeing my sister again, A Ci still misses it. Sister is so sad that she will make Ai feel sad."
Song Qing Ping waved his sword backhand, but Mo Ci quickly pinched his wrist quickly, flying up and kicked her into the broken tiles again.
"When I saw my sister at the beginning of the first two hundred years ago, my sister was already in the early stages of Yuanying. Why did two hundred years have passed?
He smiled naively, but stepped on Song Qing's neck with his feet, letting her continue deep into the dust.
"Daoyou ... go ..."
The same storms lying on the ground spoke hard, almost in the point of despair, and he did not want to implicate his colleagues.
But his dissuasion was indeed Mo Ci turned his head to "love" his disgusting gaze, "A Qing, do you know why I chose to enter the demon?"
"Because you spend hundreds of years of hard work, you can easily surpass you in just decades!"
His hand raised the cold fireworks, throwing it on Song Qingping, and smiled while unbuttoning his belt and walked towards the wind and rain.
With a bang, he suddenly was shocked directly to the soil wall, and even the people flew up the upper air with the wall and the semi -collapsed Mao Ding, frozen into huge ice hockey, and burst out.
The night breeze groaned, and the people of Qingyi passed through the rubble gravel barefoot, passing by Song Qingping, the black flame on her body was extinguished. In the end, the man squatted down gently by the weak man.
The wind and rain watched the opponent's long and stroked his side face, and the blue hair fell on the corner of his eyebrows, and the temperature on the hand was cool.
He stared at the appalling golden red pupil, but the corners of his bloodless mouth slowly raised a smile.
"misty……"
His girl was not dead, so good.
Mengmeng moved him gently. Now she has grown a lot, her hands and feet long, and she can easily circulate her fiance.
She reached out to dismantle the bundle of fairy cable that penetrated the wind and rain, and the wound of the wound under the neckline was shocking. In the past, she was a single spirit root of the water system and was good at using healing method. She didn't want to hurt him anymore, but she was helpless and could only move as slow as possible.
His jaw was on her shoulder. In the past, his little girl was warm and soft, but now her skin does not have a little temperature.
"How are you……"
He didn't care what he looked like, but he was scared and lost.
"Don't worry……"
Meng Meng finally spoke. Somehow, when facing the storm, she unconsciously raised her voice and adjusted this neutral throat to a slightly hoarse girl sound.
"I said to you before, we Montessori ... The ancestor is not a bloodline of pure human race, and I have been very unstable since I was a child. If I do n’t choose to sleep three hundred years ago, I can still live to live until today. It will probably look like this. "
The wind and rain were stunned, and even forgot to bundle the pain that was pulled out.
Once upon a time, he and his fiancee were blue horse ...
"careful!"
The sound of the broken air came from the obliqueness behind it, and the head was not returned, and the water shield was opened in an instant.
The black flame turned into a spear, and it was breaking through the layers of defense. The hair in front of Mo Ci was still hanging with ice crystals, and it burned crazy in the eyes of embracing men and women.
Mengmeng was rooted in the bundles of the storm in the wind and rain, and no matter how much her fiance was gritted, her fiance was also stunned by the last pain. He got up and hugged him to come to Song Qingping, who was so relieved.
"Can you trouble me to take care of him for me?"
Song Qingping helped her colleagues silently, and politely owed her.
"Kara-" The last layer of water shield was finally broken. The spear whistled with the cold flame, turned around, and held the tip of the spear directly in his backhand.
The absolute chills immediately extinguished the black flame, and Mo Ci quickly let go of the weapon to avoid being frozen again. But she did not want her to suddenly speed up and bully her. Lift her legs to hit his jaw fiercely from the bottom up, and the person -like horrible strength kicked him into the air.
The water vapor in the air condensed into water droplets, and frozen into ice crystals, which turned into sharp ice needles, such as heavy rain and penetrating his body in all directions. Mo Ci has undoubtedly become a monster. His body is healing at a high -speed self -healing self -healing, but he is facing more terrible monsters.
With a thought of moving, Mo Ci immediately felt the cold of the deepest part of his body spreading the cold bone. That was true. This woman was freezing his blood and shattered his internal organs ...
The teenager fell from the air heavy, and the cobweb was immediately cracked on the ground. Tsing Yi Bicifa's girl raised him from the ground with one hand, and Jinhong's pupils were on his face as if he was still childish, as if beasts were thinking about how to tear the meat on his mouth.
People are swordsman, I am a fish, but Mo Ci was very provocative and stunned his mouth blood foil. "See you ... where are you better than me now?
It seems that her abuse of him is unmoved and has not been modified. Her low voice is like a teenager who sucks his teeth at this moment. "Where did you touch him?"
She stroked Mo Cyan's pale lips, "Here?"
The rounded nails suddenly turned into the claws of the knife, and suddenly tightened, tearing off the small half face below his nose.
His painful howl rushed straight into the clouds.
She was unmoved, and picked up his two arms again, "Here?"
The sound of teeth skeletal crack sounded, and Mo Ci flew out with blood.
"And here, it's better to remove it."
The long knife formed from the frost on her hand, chopped off his legs with one knife.
"Ah!!!! I killed you and killed you and killed you !!!"
Mo Ci, who was vague, rolled wildly on the ground, and the twisting appearance was like a maggot that was cut off.
The scene was too bloody. When Song Qingping accidentally turned his eyes back, Song Qingping covered her eyes with her eyes -although she thought that this was quite concealing her ears.
The wind and rain were silent for the whole process, and he didn't even ask the relationship between Song Qing Ping and Mo Ci by the way -despite the previous words, they seemed to have known each other.
He was humiliated by this lunatic for more than ten days, even if he was a person with a thick heart, at this moment he felt that no matter what he did.
He didn't know that the spiritual circuit in Mengmeng had been destroyed, and he was only worried that his little girl would be damaged by his experience.
But the whole two -month city was destroyed. Her home and her relatives were gone. How huge should the trauma in her heart?
In this place, such a big movement finally attracted Chiming Reality, who had just finished cleaning up his family, and his party.
"Yu Yan!"
Chiming real people saw the storm supported by Song Qing Ping at a glance. He quickly jumped down from the flying sword and walked quickly to check his proud injury.
The wind and rain encouraged to stand upright, calling him a teacher, and the real person of Chiming hurriedly held him, but he begged to look at it, "Teacher, that's my fiancee, Mongolian Miss Mongolian Mongolia Meng Meng, please and your colleagues in the military not to embarrass her. "
A real person in Chiming looked sideways, and when he rushed over to visit the student's injury, his own group had already surrounded the cyan figure.
That man ... the girl is indeed beautiful, but it is really not like a human.
The more the warriors who have been in the battle, the more she can smell the dangerous atmosphere on her.
"Let's leave this place first!" Song Qing Ping couldn't help but persuaded. At this time, the ground was becoming more and more obvious. If it was not a monk's physical fitness, it would be difficult to stabilize.
But apparently, the military and his party are all under a high degree of vigilance that dare not relax easily.
Mengmeng seemed to be unwilling to gaze the high -level monks, but instead focused on the surviving children who were captured behind them.
In her cold gaze, these funeral dogs were afraid to curl up their heads, and shivered like a sieve.
Those pupils like cold -blooded animals seem to be able to win people's lives at a glance.
"Is this the" Huang Di Xuanzhu "you are looking for?"
She suddenly spread her hand, and a black fragments of only rice grains floated leisurely in her palm.
Almost all the monks in the scene felt the physiological nausea, and the human body of the dark energy and normal spiritual spiritual power of themselves excluded each other.
Those family who repaired the low family only patronized the retching, and they couldn't speak at all. Although the remaining a few Yuan infantile periods were not hindered, they also looked at each other. The divine period is to confirm.
The elder Zhu of the god of God was also blank.
Meng Meng looked at their ridiculous reactions, and suddenly felt very ridiculous. "You did not even know what you like to slaughter the city for" Yellow Emperor Xuanzhu ", but don't even know what Xuan Zhu looks like?"
Yeah ... what does Xuan Zhu look like?
The elders did not seem to tell them, but they just threw out the word, so they took the legendary legends to find a mysterious one as much as possible, and they could order the beads of the water veins in the world.
In a momentary silent atmosphere, a sudden giggle came.
Losing the lunatic of his arms, half faces, and third legs lying on the ground, revealing a shocking smile of flesh and blood:
"Of course you don't know, because the elders who are high on your top cheated you, and your elders are deceived by the king again-"
Monarch, monarch also. Those who are qualified to be called "Jun Shang", either the bold rebels, or the master of Yizhou.
I do n’t know when the ground moves to an abrupt end, and the array of the formation after the high sky is lit one after another.
In the strong wind of Lie, it seems that there are also a kind of vortex roar that is different from the sound of wind and the sharp roar that cuts through the air.
If the ordinary monk may not have responded, but more than a dozen were from the high -level of the military ministry. Such a movement directly touched some impression in their minds.
A real person in Chiming, his deputy, and those who had been exposed to other arms in the army, their faces instantly became terrible pale. They had seen the dense matrix method in the sky, and they should immediately withdraw it, but now everyone is speechless.
If it meets the enemy, the soldiers fled without fighting is a shame of life.
The mood map slowly lowered the huge light sword, as if it was the desire of the gods to destroy the creatures on the earth.
Jian Guang also illuminated the dark shadow of the huge fairy ship in the north.
"Seventh ... no, the eighth -generation floating battleship ..." Someone muttered at the sky and murmured.
Floating warships are from the great ideas of the youth of Shangqing Jun. You can carry tens of thousands of monks at a time to sail thousands of miles. It is a huge magic weapon in itself. The mobile fortress is a super killer of the expedition.
The first floating battleship came out of the ninety -three years of Kunlun's new calendar, and played a decisive role on the front of Youzhou. Since then, the floating warship has been updated seven times. Half a year ago, Wu Zhenjun rushed to the Haixi front, and drove nearly half of the seven generations of warships in the inner gate of Kunlun.
The eighth -generation floating warship was originally intensive design. When Luochuan announced its concept map, it received the attention of Kunlun, but Xin Yizhi's changes destroyed all the plans. Turning the big killer into a drawing of the high cabinet today.
But now they really see the finished products, and only this epoch -making reinforcement weapon can cross the disordered spiritual power of Xuanzhou. Now the heavy artillery mouth of the warship has risen, and it is the continental realm of Junzhou.
The rushing wolf white deer on the ship is the sign of the king of the golden account of Youzhou.
"You ... you are the undercover of Youzhou!" The parents Zhu stared at Mo Ci unbelievablely. Obviously, at this moment they knew that they were deceived completely on the bottom.
七十二世家便是再贪婪、再没底线，也万万不敢私自干出叛国的行径，何况那是幽洲人，是他们千年的噩梦！
莫辞哈哈大笑，“我才不是谁的卧底，不过是和那位君上合作共赢罢了，把幽洲人引进来的，分明是你们和你们的那些长老啊！”
他知道自己这回估计没那个运气逃出升天了，但是死前能够欣赏一下这些自诩正人君子的家伙的恼怒、绝望，那倒也是一桩快乐。
于是他“好心”地给他们解释了几句，“你们放心，比起战舰的重炮，你们肯定会先死在开天剑阵的剑光之下，君上此来并非侵略……”
他费劲偏了偏头，看向蒙濛，笑得极其恶劣，“至少名义上，他是来为双月城'报仇'的。”
蒙濛猛地看向他。
“你看，你们蒙氏不是自称身有玄洲苍狼部的血统吗？这苍狼白鹿可是幽洲金帐王庭的象征啊！如此算来，幽洲大汗替双月城'复仇'，合情合理……不过得先等你们死干净哈哈哈哈——”
如果他还有手，估计会乐得直捶地，“你拿到那点天外陨星又如何呢？扛得过你们尊敬的玄皇亲手绘制的开天剑阵吗？今天你们就一起给我陪葬吧，至少阿晴和我同年同月同日死，老子不亏！”
确实是一个死局，因为一切都来不及了，那些巨大的光剑已经从阵法图中露出了全部的剑身，只剩最后一截短短的剑柄，它们就会坠落，那是千百次的开天剑意，谁能抵挡呢？
那些幽洲的浮空舰队停在天际远远的观望着，就像是等待猎物自行死亡的秃鹫。
曾几何时谁都认为，北境和双月城乃是钧洲最荒芜的边陲，和它接壤的玄洲因为灵力乱流的问题，已经上千年不再有人烟。这里不扼要冲、不临强敌，似乎没有任何要紧之处。
但玄皇时代，刚打退幽洲的那几年，军部高层不止一次讨论过幽洲穿越玄洲直袭北境的可能性，审慎者和自信者各执一词，为这个极微小的可能争的面红耳赤。最后玄皇亲自拍板，北境可以不驻军，但必须有化神期以上的大能轮流去驻守。
一来可以兑现当年对蒙氏许下的诺言，二来，当初的幽洲是没有穿越整个玄洲的技术，但是昆仑有啊……
但凡存在，即有一万种未知的可能。
千年之后，这个可能终于变为了现实，但是当初预设下的防御手段却在内斗中土崩瓦解。
“身为军人，即便是战死，也不可坐以待毙！”
赤明真人率先御剑而起，他沉沉道，“全体升空，迎击幽洲舰队！”
响亮的“是”跟随着他在夜幕之下回荡，尽管用这点时间冲向远方的幽洲舰队几乎是天方夜谭。
剑光倏然而下，仿佛在冷酷的嘲笑着着群一往无前的蝼蚁——
然后，落到一半，突然消失不见……
地上莫辞疯狂的笑声卡在喉咙里，不可置信地看着天上那些点亮了夜幕的阵法一张一张的消失。
星光闪烁，月影西沉，仿佛什么都没有发生过，东方露出了一点鱼肚白，昭示着黎明即将到来。
突然“轰隆”一声，晴天霹雳，像是连老天都在宣泄着只差临门一脚却失败的怒火。
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容桐是因为脱力才昏过去的。
等到再度有了那么点意识，她发现自己居然成了半透明的阿飘状，地动倒是停止了，但自己的身体仿佛已经被一堆乱石压住，一滩血正在缓缓地透过乱石的缝隙往外渗，她只能看见自己露在外头的一只伤痕累累的手。
太惨了……实在太惨了……也不知道修界被地震震死的修士有几个？添上自己这个倒霉蛋能不能刚好凑个整？
她迷迷糊糊地感叹着，救人不成反而出师未捷身先死。现在只好一边哀愁地绕着自己的“新坟”转圈圈一边胡思乱想，也不知道现在自己算是个啥？灵魂出窍还是变成鬼了？穿越大神能不能大发慈悲干脆把她送回地球，说不准还能赶得上火化之前垂死病中惊坐起……
“可惜了，你还是输了。”
一个冰冰凉凉的女声突然响在她头顶，别说，还有点耳熟。
容桐惊异的抬头一看，赫然发现一个十六七岁的女孩坐在自己的“坟头”之上。
先不追究这孩子的“侮辱尸体罪”，现在最关键的问题是这女的居然跟她长得一模一样。
"Who are you?"
"Your mother."
容阿飘倒退三步，大惊失色。
什么意思……我生我自己？ !
她新鲜出炉的“妈”轻巧地跳下坟头，弯腰凑近尚且一脸懵逼的她，观察片刻后嗤了一声，
“才醒了三魂，果然脑瓜子不够用了！”
容桐没能听懂，大概真像她妈说的，自己突然脑瓜子不够用了吧。
她妈又说，“你知道吗？如果你刚才赢了那个宋祁真，这场天劫便算你过了，不用再修炼，直接就进入化神期大圆满。这么好的机会，你就这样白白missed!"
容桐不可思议的看着她，“好机会？我一个元婴初期正面刚化神期大圆满，这跟直接对死神比中指有什么区别？您觉得我哪来的资本能够刚赢他？”
“再说了，我顶多是跟他打了个平手，不算输吧……”
她妈冷笑，“生死厮杀，没打赢就算输，你不妨看看你现在是什么模样！”
容桐瞅着自己的“坟包”，不由沉默了。
“是你吧……”她突然又出声，“宋祁真刚下来的时候不应当知道我的存在，必然不会刻意隐匿行踪。可直到他出现在我背后，我都没有察觉到他……我本来有更大的几率可以直接逃走的，可是有人屏蔽了我的神识。”
她妈没有否认，“那不然呢，你再这么畏首畏尾下去，哪一天可以突破？”
只是为了让她突破？那这鞭策方式未免也太刺激了些！
“还有我一直奇怪，为什么我才来一年就可以做到杀人毫无心理障碍，打架还总是同时越打越嗨和越打越镇静……你在操纵着我的意识吗？”
“想多了，” 对方懒懒道， “你是我女儿，又不是我的提线木偶，或者你要真能做到我指哪儿你打哪儿反倒省事。”
“不过好歹我的神格在你体内生根发芽，你偶尔突然像我一点也是应该的。”
“像”是遗传，还有“偶尔”和“突然”之说的吗？
她妈幽幽地感叹，“所以说养女儿就是麻烦，上一个才拉扯到几十岁，说死就死了，还得再割我一次神格……你最好给我撑久一点，妈蛋割神格很疼的！”
那您还真挺费女儿的。
和她生的一模一样的女孩抱着手，复又端详起容桐，良久缓缓叹息一声，宛如一个真正的老母亲。
“儿啊，局势目前很严重啊，天上那个王八蛋又特么插手了，现在外面乱七八糟。我本来看着你这节奏慢是慢了点，但好歹一步步有了点样子，但人家现在是打算明目张胆的作弊，是要你我母女俩玩完的节奏啊！”
“哦，”所以您到底在说些什么？
“所以妈现在给你指条明路……嗯，虽然这路是偏了点，但是就是要出其不意他们才想不到！”
“你所有的疑问都可以在那里得到解答，顺便把天劫给我历了！”
容桐突然就被狠狠推了一把，耳边响起慈母亲切的鼓励，
“去吧！这次不进阶还虚期你就死那儿算了！”
接下来所见的仿佛是一场光怪陆离的梦——
红发的男人从火光中向她走来，他的容颜比她曾见过的最美的花还要艳丽三分，胸前却是空空荡荡的大洞，冰冷的双手颤抖着捧起她的脸，呼唤她“凰儿”……
突然的天旋地转，她眼前又出现了一轮巨大的银白色圆月，月光中银发的男人有着静谧如优昙的侧影，她莫名想要追上去，那男人却突然牵过一个银发的小男孩，一只坚实的手臂同样揽过那个男人的肩头。他们仿佛一家三口，一起向着月色渐行渐远。而她回头，背后是尸山血海、死不瞑目的女人……
场景再一换，白色的羽毛如大雪纷纷扬扬，自己仿佛是站在云端，身后是灿烂的灯火，背生双翼的女人从高空坠下云层，她的胸口插着一柄刻满了符文的黑色长矛……
有人在喊，撕心裂肺的，容桐没听懂在喊什么，只是觉得那嘶吼仿佛是从她脑海深处传来的，如同利斧一般要当自己一劈为二——
天光乍现，一切都消失了，但是她的无名指上多了一根红线，令人丈二和尚摸不着脑。
她下意识地跟着那条红线的方向走，直到走入了一片镜子的海洋之中。
这里没有任何一面镜子能够照出人的模样，靠近它们中的一些，你却会听到风的呼啸，海的浪涌，看到熙熙攘攘的众生，也会看到荒芜不似人间的土地。
有一些镜面上，还偶尔飞速流过一些令人难懂的数据。
她看到手上红线最终是穿进了其中一面镜子里，她站在这面镜子前，同样看不到自己的脸，只有一根红线，延伸向镜中无穷无尽的黑暗。
这面镜子的镜面上，溅着还留有余温的血。
地上散落着一枚同样沾着血的传讯玉简，她捡起来，立刻有一个颇为久违的欠揍女声在里面有语无伦次——
“君上，我们这边的运算结果出来了！双月城的那个四种万华镜的粘合体……我不知道是哪个家伙瞎几把改的，但现在它的整体数据流是非常乱的，随时有可能运行出差错……总之你千万注意安全，这玩意儿非常不稳定，最坏的可能性是直接把人吞噬！”
“还……还有……”他又支支吾吾，“那……那个……天上那个上官，我装您给装露馅了……就刚刚……他突然跟我聊了好几句，我、我也具体不是很清楚他想说的是啥……他托我给您带句话……他说您要是再封锁 你和他之间的正常对话，执意跟他作对的话，他不排除会直接对你再次动手……”
“万华镜里面有什么？”容桐听了片刻，突然问。
那个欠揍的女声立马就卡壳了，“你你你你”了好半响。
“我家君上呢？！”他终于崩溃的大喊。
“没见着，但有可能被镜子给吞了。”
"What!!!"
“万华镜里面有什么？”她又问了一遍。
“……不能确定，有可能是另一个维度的空间，也有可能是过往的投影，也有可能是异度时空……”
"knew."
“你知道什么了就知道……”听得出对方非常崩溃。
“我去把你家君上带回来。”
"..."
“你是不是不太正常……”
可不是，她现在还不确定自己到底是不是在做梦呢。
容桐缠着红线的手轻轻触摸镜面，镜面上立即泛起水一般的波纹。她感觉到了无名指被拉动的力量。
然后，她就被一把扯入了镜中。
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