Immortal Soaring Blade Chapter 112: Purple Pole Mine

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Looking at Han Songcheng with sincere fear on his face, this made Zhao Jiuge a little embarrassed. The contrast between the front and the back was too great. When the situation was wrong, he knelt down and begged for mercy.

Actually, compared with his own life, compared to asking for mercy, it’s nothing. When Han Songcheng himself was blown away, he knew very well that today is inevitable, and his strength is infinite. It’s not an opponent. It’s probably a disciple of some major faction. Otherwise, people won’t have such a strong strength at the same level, and those who go in a wild way, how can they compete with those who have magic weapons, exercises, and magic. The martial arts with resources can be compared.

Han Songcheng was afraid of death, otherwise he would not humiliate himself and would kneel down and begging for mercy, but he wanted to survive. Although at this moment he forced himself to appear repentant and pitiful, but in his heart But he was thinking fast, figuring out how to escape this disaster. I secretly wanted to activate spiritual power, but I couldn't do it. Instead, it caused a pain. The meridians in my body were injured because of the attack of the golden dragon. It seemed impossible to resist, so I thought about it. Now it's a matter of life and death.

Zhao Jiuge encountered this situation for the first time, and she didn’t know what to do. He glanced at Bai Qingqing with inquiring eyes. Bai Qingqing was also a little surprised at Han Songcheng’s behavior, but after all, he had seen too many people and things since childhood. Many, the heart later returned to peace.

Looking at Zhao Jiuge and Bai Qingqing’s silence, Han Songcheng thought that they were young and moved a compassionate heart. There was a slight sway in the heart of killing oneself, so he was about to strike while the iron was hot and said, "Just let me go, I will give You are a cow and a horse, leaving my life as a dog, and I will do what you want to do for you."

Bai Qingqing's inner murderous intent has already moved. Hearing Han Songcheng's words, he suddenly thought of something, so he resisted the murderous intent and said with a calm face, "Say, where are the other parts of the Eight Desolate Sword Diagram."

Han Songcheng, who was crying and knelt on the ground, had a sudden stiff expression at first, then he was taken aback and muttered to himself, "The Eight Desolate Sword Pictures?"

When he saw Bai Qingqing’s unkind face, the frightened Han Songcheng immediately woke up, and suddenly said quickly, "I have the Eight Desolation Sword Diagram, and I have it. You want me to give it to you. Zhang Long’s one is I passed it to him, but his one is not the original, it was expanded, and it was originally in my place." After speaking, he immediately endured the pain caused by the movement of his body, put his hand in his chest, and took out a piece of jade. Non-jade, yellow silk like paper and non-paper came out. Holding hands tremblingly, handed it to Bai Qingqing.

Bai Qingqing took the yellow silk and stretched it out and looked at it, falling from the top, twisting her eyebrows and examining it carefully. The more she saw behind, the more ugly that enchanting face became, and finally she violently swept it down. The silk was closed and said nothing.

Zhao Jiuge looked at Bai Qingqing’s face, and he couldn’t figure out the situation. Originally, Bai Qingqing didn’t say this, he almost forgot about it. Now he quickly grabbed the original Eight Desolate Sword Picture in Bai Qingqing’s hand. stand up.

Holding the yellow silk and satin in his hand, a cold feeling came from his fingertips. Zhao Jiuge touched it with his hand, not knowing what material it was made of, like jade not jade, like paper but not paper. The whole satin body also exudes a soft halo, surrounded by clouds.

I can’t wait to open the original Eight Desolation Sword Diagram that has already been hot in my heart. If you know that the previously incomplete sword formation has such a magical power as spiritual power, why not envy him. It is hard to imagine what kind of surprise this complete Eight Desolate Sword Map will bring, and what kind of amazing power it possesses.

Unfolding the yellow satin in his hand, Zhao Jiuge looked at it patiently with a curious look, keeping his eyes intent. Han Songcheng knelt on the ground, looking at the two people beside him with a look of trepidation, motionless, not daring to breathe for a moment, for fear that his actions would cause a misunderstanding between Zhao Jiuge and Bai Qingqing, even if his body was already in pain. Khan also gritted his teeth and continued to kneel. It was just secretly condensing spiritual power in the body, but when the exercise was just run, the meridian was a pain that caused him to give up this idea, just pursing his lips.

Zhao Jiuge, who started staring at the yellow silk and satin, didn’t change his expression, and kept watching seriously. When he saw the last point and realized that it was over, Zhao Jiuge was stunned, a little dumbfounded, and then looked at Bai Qingqing with some doubts. Said, "Isn't this the same content as the previous one, but the material is different, you are not saying that it is just a broken sword formation."

Why can't Bai Qingqing see the content of this copy exactly the same as the previous one, her face is already gloomy as if dripping water, she seems to turn a deaf ear to Zhao Jiuge's inquiry, only red lips lightly open, and said coldly, "Jiu Ge, kill him."

One sentence contained a killing intent to the sky, and Han Songcheng, who was kneeling on the ground in fright, screamed, his face was anxious and terrified. Because of his inner anxiety, his already injured body was shaking even more. It became intense, and the sniffing sound was like a broken bellows of iron, "Stop, slow, don't kill me, I'm still useful to you, don't kill me first, kill me when I am sure I am worthless." His hands shook violently.

Zhao Jiuge, who had already mentioned the Qingmei Sword, hesitated, and the aura on the sword dimmed again. He became interested in Han Songcheng's words, and wanted to see what value it was, and asked condescendingly, "Oh? Then talk about it."

"I can tell you the news about the Eight Desolate Sword Diagram." He swallowed a sip of water and said slowly after a sigh of relief. The previous appearance of Zhao Jiuge drawing his sword and the killing intent after condensing spiritual power was not funny to him. There was a cold sweat on his body. If he is slower, he will follow in the footsteps of Long Luo Xuqing. Through Bai Qingqing and Zhao Jiuge After a short conversation in a few words, he already knew what happened.

Bai Qingqing and Zhao Jiuge looked at each other before Zhao Jiuge said, "Then tell me, see if you can satisfy me."

"This picture of the Eight Desolation Swords was obtained about three years ago when I killed a man in the early stage of the foundation building near Huanghualing. At that time, I just wanted to think it was an ordinary item, but I didn't expect this kid to repair it. Because it was not very good, it was worth a lot, and there were many methods. The gray flying sword I used was also snatched from this kid. At that time, to deal with him, I also died of two blood-moving men. In the end, this kid was seriously injured. When I was about to do it, this kid yelled." At this point, Han Songcheng swallowed another mouthful of water. After confirming that Zhao Jiuge and Bai Qingqing were attracted by his own words, he continued, " He said he was the apprentice of the ancestor of the Yellow Devil in the Ten Thousand Demon Caves of Qingzhou, and said that I dare to kill him, his master would not let me go. Although it sounds like a powerful character, Qingzhou is far away from us and looked at this. The kid is rich and could not resist the temptation of wealth. He killed him without stopping, and then found this Eight Desolation Sword Art from him. If you want to obtain another part of the Eight Desolation Sword Art, you can Go to Qingzhou to try, of course, if you have confidence in your own strength." This time Han Songcheng didn't say anything, but quietly waited for Zhao Jiuge and Bai Qingqing's response.

Hearing Han Songcheng’s words, Zhao Jiuge and Bai Qingqing frowned at the same time. There were 13 states in the Huaxia Dynasty. The location of the Xuantian Sword Gate was Xuanzhou, which was far away from Qingzhou. What is the strength of the ancestor of the Yellow Demon, even if you find it, there must be news that another part of the Eight Desolation Sword Diagram is missing. Maybe this is just a missing product that someone else obtained by accident.

However, Zhao Jiuge secretly kept this information in his heart, Qingzhou Ten Thousand Demon Cave, the ancestor of the Yellow Demon, after becoming more powerful in the future, he has the opportunity to try his luck. After all, this sword formation is too powerful. Too overbearing, it has some benefits to the improvement of strength, Zhao Jiuge would rather miss the opportunity to improve his strength!

"It seems that this bit of news is not enough to buy your dog's life." Zhao Jiuge said with an expression of impatience. Zhao Jiuge feels a little regretful for not getting a complete picture of the Eight Desolation Sword from Han Songcheng's body. It looks ugly even with a look.

Zhao Jiuge originally thought that Han Songcheng would continue to tremble and beg for mercy this time. Who knew that when his voice fell, Han Songcheng seemed to have expected this kind of result, with a calm face and deep thought in his eyes. What ideological struggles make determines what is general.

Hit.

The sharp sound brought by a sword light broke through the air. Bai Qingqing could not bear it a long time ago. She was full of anger. At this moment, she had already recovered a little spiritual power after swallowing the Xiaohuan Pill. Still growing continuously, Han Songcheng played tricks again and again, Bai Qingqing had had enough, this time he would kill Han Songcheng regardless of the three or seventy-one.

"I can tell a secret, but I must let me go. I can swear by the oath of heaven that the value of this secret is definitely higher than my life." Seeing that Bai Qingqing was about to be true again, Han Songcheng didn't panic. Not busy spit out a word quietly.

The Oath of the Way of Heaven is one of the most convincing oaths, because in cultivation, people are on the road against the sky and seek immortality, so they are not tolerated by the world, but the way of heaven has a ray of vitality, so Let all spirits cross the catastrophe and prove the way of heaven, which can live forever, but this part of the people is very few. However, if a monk swears by the oath of heaven, there will be a **** in the dark. If one violates the oath, the content of the oath must be fulfilled on the road of practice. Therefore, what the monk says with the oath of heaven can be 100% true. of.

But Bai Qingqing's temper has never been so much. It is more terrifying to anger her than anything else. Even if the secret is attracting people, she doesn't want to listen to it. If you want to kill you, kill you, there is not much nonsense to talk about.

Although Zhao Jiuge was a little irritated by Han Songcheng's actions time and time again, but this time even the oath of heaven was made out, presumably Han Songcheng would not tell lies.

So, Zhao Jiuge hurriedly stepped forward and hugged Bai Qingqing's boneless waist with his right hand, pulling on Bai Qingqing who was about to kill Han Songcheng with Fenghua, and whispered in Bai Qingqing's ear, "Qingqing, First listen to what he will say, and continue to see what tricks he plays."

I have never been hugged, let alone a man. Even if his father had touched such a sensitive part when he was a child, Bai Qingqing was a little overwhelmed for a while, just listened to Zhao Jiuge’s words and nodded subconsciously. Then I felt the itchiness of Zhao Jiuge whispering in his ear, and his thoughts all wanted to be wrong. On the other hand, Zhao Jiuge was anxious to stop Bai Qingqing from wanting to hear Han Songcheng say what the secret was. He didn't care about his actions at all, and felt the softness of his right hand. , Felt comfortable, and squeezed a few times. This made Bai Qingqing anxious and embarrassed, she didn't dare to move a bit, no matter what the usual hot look, it might have been a long time since someone else picked up a sword and hacked people.

"It is okay to say, I swear by the oath of heaven, but you have to swear by the oath of heaven, after I tell you this secret, you have to spare me and let me die."

This sentence immediately made Zhao Jiuge condensed. It is absolutely impossible to let Han Songcheng go. How could he swear, but Zhao Jiuge was itchy if he didn't hear this secret, and for a while, he didn't know what to do.

After a moment of hesitation, Zhao Jiuge pointed at Han Songcheng, who was kneeling on the ground, with a green plum sword in his left hand, and said viciously, "Don't tell me, don't say I killed you."

But at this moment, Han Songcheng's stubbornness is not coming in, and his face is stubborn, "Then you kill me, you don't need to swear by God that I won't say it, or you will kill me after you say it." He closed his eyes and stopped talking.

At this time, Zhao Jiuge can't help him. Just when Zhao Jiuge's heart was tangled, Bai Qingqing, who was wrapped around her waist by Zhao Jiuge, woke up from her lack of consciousness, and heard the dialogue between Zhao Jiuge and Han Songcheng, which was blocked by Zhao Jiuge's body. He quickly and quietly pinched Zhao Jiuge's back.

Feeling the strangeness behind him, Zhao Jiuge curled the corners of his eyes in doubt, but quickly returned to his original state, with no expression on the surface, but in his heart, after thinking about it, Bai Qingqing would definitely not harm him, so He said, "Okay, I promise you, the way of heaven is above, the cause and effect cycle, if Zhao Jiuge does not let Han Songcheng leave afterwards, my soul will not die."

After making the oath of heaven, Zhao Jiuge looked at Han Songcheng with an unkind expression, raised his eyebrows and said, "Okay, now you can say what secret is so mysterious, and it is more valuable than your life."

This time, Han Songcheng was not procrastinating anymore, he said softly and decisively, "Below Luoye Mountain, there is a spirit mine that looks like a purple stone."

Han Songcheng's voice is small, but it is undoubtedly like a bolt from the blue in the ears of Zhao Jiuge and Bai Qingqing.