Immortal Devil Transformation Chapter 64: Not giving up
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In an alley of Dongjingling, a young priest apprentice Yunqin looked up at the sky.
The white priest's robe on his body has become filthy, but he has experienced the battle of Dongjingling, and seen many Yunqin soldiers fighting forgotten their lives in the past two days. This young Yunqin priest apprentice But it seemed that he had undergone some kind of washing, and his expression became more determined. Under the sunlight, his body only seemed to exude a certain kind of real brilliance.
It's just that there is a little doubt in his eyes at the moment.
Because it is inferred from the various signs of the previous days that it will still rain today.
However, at dawn today, the rain has stopped, and the sun is already shining.
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"You are really beautiful."
In a small courtyard of Wuwei View, Nightingale looked at Qin Xiyue and exclaimed.
Qin Xiyue knew that she was beautiful, even after the war she looked very tired and haggard.
But in this battle, the deaths and injuries of those Yunqin soldiers made her not want to think about this problem at all. She just said in a low tone: "What's the use of beauty, and you can't kill two more enemies."
Nightingale laughed.
The wrinkles on her face are deeper and denser with a smile.
"You don't think beauty is a kind of capital, but many people think that beauty is a kind of capital. At least a beautiful girl like you, who is still on the battlefield, has never seen her in my life." She smiled, looked at Qin Xiyue, and said, "When I was your age, I was also beautiful."
Qin Xiyue didn't understand why Nightingale said such words, she turned her head in a depressed mood, looked at the wrinkled old woman, and then she quickly saw something, her beautiful eyelashes She began to tremble, and her delicate lips began to tremble slightly.
"After I died, there was no one in Chengjiang's house in Zhongzhou. However, I wanted to pass on this sound-shaking method."
Nightingale glanced at Qin Xiyue’s delicate and beautiful face, looked at the bells on her wrist like flowers, and smiled lightly: "I like you girl very much. [~]"
Qin Xiyue had never seen an overnight warbler before, and the story about her was only that she had taken action in Zhongzhou City and rescued Zhongcheng.
However, at this moment, looking at Nightingale's gaze, knowing that the female saint from Liuxiang was about to die, she was uncontrollably sad.
"The Jiang family’s method of sound vibration has something in common with the soul soldier Qingluan Academy gave you. You must understand that any powerful method of cultivation is based on some of the foundations of the predecessors. , Go further forward. If I had a soul soldier like you thirty years ago, I might be able to realize a lot of things. In Zhongzhou City, it may not necessarily be able to kill Ni Henian." Nightingale slowly He stretched out his hand and handed a piece of fish-shaped jade pendant covered with many small words to Qin Xiyue's hand, "You can only do things like this now."
The jade pendant is warm and light.
Qin Xiyue held this jade pendant tightly in her palm.
Looking at Qin Xiyue's strength and calmness, Nightingale, who let go of the last thing in her heart, smiled more satisfied, and then coughed.
With every cough, there seems to be an extra wrinkle on her face.
These wrinkles seemed to cover her gaze.
Her eyes gradually dimmed in the sound of coughing. She grew old in this small courtyard and left this world.
Qin Xiyue is indeed a very strong girl, but watching this old woman leave this world peacefully with a smile, she can’t help being like Lin Xi that day, with a drop of tears in her eyes slide.
From Nightingale's gaze, she could tell that Nightingale looked at her and wanted to see herself when she was young.
She can also feel that there are many similar things in Nightingale and her.
It's just that Nightingale's background is not good, so until this time, Nightingale only said that she liked her girl, and didn't say anything else.
A woman born in the dust, how did she become a saint in the end... What kind of wonderful story did she have back then? What kind of entanglement was there between her and Jiang Yanzhi, why did she end up living in seclusion in the oriole?
All these stories, with her passing away, after all, no one can know...In the Falling Star Mausoleum, the Shenmu Feihe who landed on the top of the city is waiting for Gu Yunjing and other military generals to come.
Gao Yanan's shoulders sank.
She saw that Lin Xi had fallen asleep leaning on her shoulder.
The bright sun shines on his face, and he sleeps very sweetly, like a child.
There are many Yunqin soldiers around.
She was a little bit shy, but thinking of what happened in Dongjingling, thinking of what she and Lin Xi and Jiang Xiaoyi said at that time, she calmed down, but brought her body close to Lin Xi and let Lin Xi sleep More comfortable.
Gu Yunjing and some military generals came to Lin Xi and Gao Yanan.
Seeing Lin Xi who was fast asleep, the veteran made a gesture and didn't wake up Lin Xi, who was obviously exhausted to the extreme. It directly caused people to set up a camp outside the sacred tree Feihe.
When many Yunqin soldiers sat down or lay down, they fell asleep as deeply as Lin Xi.
There were snoring noises in every corner of the entire city.
Many of the soldiers who had previously been in rotation took over the positions of these soldiers. All these soldiers were light-handed and could not bear to wake up this tired and sleeping city.
Amidst the sound of snoring one after another, one of the most guarded warehouses in the Falling Star Mausoleum quietly opened.
Guarding this warehouse is the most powerful Black Flag Army among the Dragon and Snake Border Army.
Even at the most urgent moment of the previous battle of the Star Falling Tomb, this black flag army was always guarded here, and no one left.
In this warehouse, there are only large, uninflated rafts stacked.
As soon as the warehouse of Falling Star Mausoleum was opened, a carriage with Xu Zhenyan returned to Zhongzhou City.
After getting out of the carriage, the young man who returned to Zhongzhou City found that many things had changed.
He found that some places had become ruins, and some rice in the ruins had even sprouted, growing long and thin in the ruins.
He found that some people did not return to Zhongzhou City... at about the same time.
A group of vultures hovering on the northern shore of Falling Star Lake.
Wenren Cangyue, who has put on a normal cloth, is just below this large group of vultures that cover the sky and the sun.
Before him, there was a Purgatory Mountain priest standing.
This purgatory mountain priest is as young as the purgatory mountain priest he killed in Qianxia Mountain, and his cultivation level is similar.
However, at this moment, this purgatory mountain priest is colder and arrogant than the purgatory mountain priest at the time. He didn't have the slightest fear in front of Wenren Cang Yue, but instead carried a kind of faint contempt.
Even if he knew that Wenren Cang Yue would still have the ability to kill him if he made a move at this time.
Of course he is not arrogant, he has a problem with his head.
The reason why he is so cold and arrogant, and full of majesty in front of Wenren Cang Yue, is because he represents Purgatory Mountain and the Sect Master of Purgatory Mountain.
He is designated by the Sect Master of Purgatory Mountain, who can make certain judgments and decisions on behalf of the Sect Master of Purgatory Mountain.
"Senior Brother Shentu is dead...Even the sword of Li Ku, which was given to you by the master, was destroyed in your hands. And your injury is enough to make you directly decline from prosperity, and your internal organs will start from now on It’s only possible to get older and older, and it’s impossible to become stronger. In this life, you’ll probably find it difficult to cross the line of the Great Sage Master. I want to ask the generals of the People’s Congress on behalf of the head teacher, facing such a failure, facing these unavoidable blame, What qualifications do you have to live?" The skin on this face is slightly bluish, but he has mastered the demonic transformation and is a young Purgatory Mountain disciple with a cultivation level of only the Great Soul Master. With a touch of contempt, he looks at Wenren Cang Yue. Asked.
If you change someone else and face this kind of questioning that represents the meaning of Purgatory Mountain Palm, I'm afraid you will give a lot of explanations in panic.
But Wenren Cangyue only calmly said first: "The greater the difficulty, the greater the difficulty, the more at ease the teacher."
The young priest of Purgatory Mountain frowned slightly, but he groaned for a moment, and said: "This is the reason, but I don’t guarantee that this reason is enough. Especially when you know you can’t be defeated, but you still lose. At the same time, his abilities and intentions will be questioned."
Wen Ren Cang Yue still glanced at this Purgatory Mountain priest calmly, and said: "Any battle, before the final victory is determined, it is only worth seeing. This battle is for me. He was defeated, but it may not be necessary for Purgatory Mountain. I will help the teacher and solve his most fearful things."
The young Purgatory Mountain priest frowned deeply, his eyes flickering constantly, as if he was constantly thinking about what Wenren Cang Yue's words meant.
Soon, he seemed to want to understand. His expression was no longer arrogant. Instead, he bowed to Wenren Cang Yue and said politely: "If this is the case, then I will wait for General Wenren's Good news."
Wen Ren Cang Yue looked at the pale blue face of the young Purgatory Mountain priest, looked at the red crown on top of his head, and looked at the pitiful worm in his eyes.
He didn't say anything, just nodded.
However, in his heart, he was indifferent and sarcastically muttering to himself: "No matter how majestic, it is just a dog without his own thoughts, through the owner's skin... Even if you can't reach the Great Sage, who can say, The saint master must not kill the great saint master?"
Li Ku's sword was broken and disappeared into the world.
But he has owned this sword for a long time.
And he is one of the strongest monastic wizards in this world.
Even a person like Nangong Weiyang, the advanced sage may be faster than him, but the understanding of the method of cultivation and martial arts may be far behind him.
So the appearance of Li Ku's sword has been deeply imprinted in his mind.
For him, the most important and strongest in this world should be the sword in his mind.
"Ten years, will it be too long?"
Wen Ren Cang Yue asked herself indifferently when she turned around and looked at the vultures hovering in the sky, and then answered herself, "Ten years are indeed too long...so I won't give you ten years." V