One sentence can open up a person's heart. This happens all the time.
but!
Nangong Wentian couldn't figure it out and smiled bitterly, "Xiaojuan is gone, so what's the point of everything I've done?"
"Why didn't you tell me before?"
Long Zhan said: "Until then, I can't say that the Uncle Nangong I met earlier was too indifferent, like a god and demon without emotions, only thinking about power."
Nangong Wentian closed his eyes and muttered: "Yes, you are right..."
At this moment, the divine text covering a hundred feet radius covered by the "Three Thousand Avenues" in the realm of artistic conception burst out with immeasurable mysterious light.
Lin Ming quietly transmitted the message: "Cut off the tree above Nangong Wentian's head, and then enter the black cube to find the sealed body of the Spirit-Devouring Heavenly Lord."
"Okay!" Lin You said simply and concisely, hiding his figure.
The next moment, a white sword mark tore through the air and lay across Nangong Wentian's head.
The forbidden technique of cultivating demons in Lingtai has been broken!
Immediately afterwards, he quietly slipped into the gap in the dark cube.
"No, what did you do? How dare you..." The body of the dark shadow was like flaming lava, boiling hot.
He continued to shrink, but the lower body of his body was gradually completed.
At this time, Lin Ming floated forward and appeared next to Nangong Wentian.
"Senior has gone astray before, and he must not have wanted to cause greater disaster."
"Although this Spirit-Swallowing Heavenly Lord is not worthy of the title of Heavenly Lord, he is still a genuine creation state, and he should have been the leader in the creation state in the past. If he is allowed to break through the seal, it will definitely cause great harm to the entire Cangxuan Realm. harm."
Nangong Wentian let out a long sigh, "Xiaojuan is dead, and my life has no meaning. And after I die, the flood will have nothing to do with me!"
This man was already heartbroken... Lin Ming shut up and said no more words.
At this time, the little guy on the shoulder said: "I have no responsibility at all. With a guy like you in my tribe, I can't find a wife at all."
Nangong Wentian did not respond.
The dark demonic shadow is gradually solidifying, its body of dozens of feet has shrunk to the size of three feet, and its two legs and feet are also perfectly constructed.
"Nangong Wentian, as long as you don't die, your body will definitely belong to me, and what I hate most is the traitor. I will definitely use your body to kill all your relatives and friends in your name."
"Not only that, I also want to enslave your world and keep the creatures in it captive, making them live in fear and danger like pigs and dogs."
"I swear in the name of my Lord Swallowing Spirits that I will keep my word!"
The words fell to the ground, and the casting of the dark demon body was completed.
He bent his legs to gather strength, then leaped high into the air.
boom!
Two iron fists smashed into the ground, splitting into spider web-shaped ravines centered on the impact point of the previous fist.
Evil and hot flames shot up.
The space around the body of the pitch-black demon body shook irregularly.
Saint level strength!
At this time, the sea of white dust moved forward step by step.
White clouds may condense into dragons, squat like tigers, or spread their wings like eagles...
"You are just an incarnation, I will destroy you."
After a pause, he sent a message: "Lin Ming, bring a few people with the best cooperation to rush in, and be sure to destroy its resurrection. Just one incarnation can reach saint-level strength, and the original body is far stronger than imagined. fear."
Lin Ming nodded, turned around and nodded at nearly ten experts in succession.
Then, the hidden words and divine texts were shrouded, and these people all entered a state of invisibility and hidden aura.
"Let's go, quickly enter the gap."
Long Zhan looked at Nangong Wentian and Lin Ming, and finally chose to follow the latter and leave.
A sentence left in the air: "Second aunt also said that people can't just live in the past. If you can't accept yourself in the past, you will never be able to move towards the future."
Nangong Wentian's eyes shed tears again, "I know the truth, but it's too difficult to do. I'm afraid of making mistakes, but I made the most unnecessary mistake..."
At this time, Bai Chenhai was fighting fiercely with the three-foot-tall dark demonic body.
It is difficult to distinguish between the two for the time being.
A dark cube with a gap.
The Three-Eyed Clan has laid layers upon layers of protection. Without Lin You's high-end movement skills, it would be difficult to enter directly.
Must be killed by force!
As a result, the group of people who were invisibility either drew their swords, knives, or punches...
Killed more than a dozen Three-Eyed Tribes on the spot.
However, many three-eyed clans emerged from the gap in the cube.
"This is too slow and troublesome." Qing Huang pursed his lips and chuckled, "I also have the field of artistic conception."
Qing Lei Ancient Sword made a buzzing sound, as if responding to what she said.
The entire space seems to have turned into an ink painting.
"My artistic field - ink painting!"
At this time, Ge Qinghuang's artistic conception and Lin Ming's artistic conception were superimposed. They were not mutually exclusive, but instead had a very unique sense of coordination.
Lin Ming's eyes brightened slightly, "Okay, I have a trick, please cooperate with me, senior."
The words fell to the ground, and the "Three Thousand Avenues" in the artistic conception field shook violently.
Ge Qinghuang frowned, "Junior, do you want to merge the artistic conception?"
Lin Ming nodded and said, "That's what I mean."
"Then give it a try." Ge Qinghuang slapped the edge of the ancient Qinglei sword, and the sound of the sword was like ink dripping into the mirror lake,
The two artistic conceptions are truly integrated.
At this time, Lin Ming suddenly felt some kind of contact between his spirit and Ge Qinghuang's spirit.
Some memories between the two seem to be shared at any time.
So intimate!
Lin Ming suddenly felt embarrassed, but he forced himself to stop.
He knew that showing his embarrassment now would only make things more awkward.
Ge Qinghuang also had a tacit understanding and didn't say much.
The two souls seemed to be squeezed into an extremely small space at this moment. He was close to her, so close that he could read each other's memories at any time.
However, if you practice swordsmanship straightly, your mind will be clear.
At the same time, they guarded the bottom line and duty in their hearts, and did not violate it at all.
At this time, the starry sky with a radius of a hundred feet seemed to be drawn into an ink painting.
Three thousand avenues turned into divine stars, one of which was particularly bright——
sword!
Lin Ming held the Jingxian Sword in his hand and held it upright in front of his chest. He held the sword formula with his left hand and slowly wiped it upward along the sword body to the tip of the sword.
Within a hundred feet radius, all flying flowers, grass and leaves can be turned into swords.
Ge Qinghuang flicked the sword with his fingers.
Between movement and silence, thousands of opponents remain as still as death.
