Beyond the Divine States Chapter 138: : White clothes against the sky

Ning Changjiu's sword is no longer stained with blood, his face is very white, and the lines are between soft and tough, looking like a handsome family boy.

The posture of his sword is also very strange. It is a very thankless posture. A lot of power is pressed on his legs and waist. On the contrary, his arms appear weak and weak, but I don’t know why he can directly assassinate the realm with a single sword. A good old man in a gray robe.

No one knows when or where he appeared.

The moment the gray-robed old man fell, his body was freed from the weird sword-out posture, and the blood was shaken up when he took the sword.

"Senior..." Nan Cheng was the first to recognize Ning Changjiu. He shuddered with excitement as he looked at that familiar figure in white clothes.

All eyes in the room fell on him.

"Who are you?" Someone asked, alert, but not afraid.

The jade medal on his waist is so striking, it proves his identity and realm.

No matter how powerful he is, he is only a disciple of the inner sect of the Immortal Upper Realm. Under a sneak attack, he can kill the gray-clothed old man in the Longevity Realm, but at this moment everyone is facing him, and he can churn again. What wave?

Ning Chang didn't answer for a long time, just closed his eyes and said: "Now I go away and go back to my own cave. I can assume that I haven't seen you."

As soon as these words with a violent and provocative meaning were spoken, the atmosphere in the room suddenly changed.

They can’t know his true realm from his breath or the sword, but at this moment his behavior is probably just a bluff, but forgiving it, the cultivators who cherish their lives are still unwilling to hand out the first sword. .

Most of the monks present were practitioners of the previous generation. Generally, the monks who practiced until the bottleneck would either take up positions in the peak, travel around the world, or continue to practice in retreat, so their realm is quite mixed, but Most of them also have the strength of the Longevity Beginning Stage, and these elders were once regarded as the core strength of Tianku Peak.

"When will our grievances and grievances get you a junior to intervene?" The person who asked the question earlier thought that he had clearly seen his reality, and stood up first.

Ning Changjiu's hand holding the sword hung down, looking a little weak. He closed his eyes, and his shoulders were also drawn together, as if the previous sword that killed the old man in gray was nothing but good luck.

Everyone knows that he is hiding, but after a long time of retreat, how can his confidence in the realm be bluffed by a junior? Not to mention that they have so many people.

The man came out, staring at Ning Changjiu's sword, and said, "I am willing to learn."

Ning Changjiu gave a hum, his body moved slightly, and his white clothes dragged out a few afterimages, and the star-like sharp edge of the sword also swayed, and the sword gas splashed into the hot boiler like water droplets, instantly turning into The white gas was in the mist and left.

And the vigilance and seriousness in the man's eyes turned a little bit into contempt.

Ning Changjiu came out of the sword, the sword air was like an arrow, tight and instant, and the killing intent was dotted into a line and cut towards the man's throat.

When that sword arrived, the man only felt that the gray-robed old man died worthless—how ridiculous is the death of a master in the life of the hallmaster under such a sword?

The person with the effect has already smiled at Jiuquan, he should learn more, so that contempt was suppressed by him, he tried to be cautious as much as possible, guessing whether there will be any changes after this sword.

There is no change. The sword hidden in Jian Qi came straight to the front, and that supposedly delicate sword appeared flashy because of the lack of realm.

The man plunged directly into the sword aura with one hand, squeezed the iron sword, and slapped the scabbard with the other hand. With a sudden sound, the long sword broke out of the sheath, brushing it straight to the vital point of Ning.

Everything happened in a very short period of time, and the man's expression was so focused that someone behind him yelled "careful" and realized it later.

His concentration cost him his life.

The sword that killed him came from the waist. The tip of the sword broke through his defenses with almost no resistance, sending most of the sword body into the man’s flesh and blood, and then the sword qi exploded from the inside of the body. Blasted his Zifu mansion to smash.

He has no chance of surviving.

Before he died, the man turned his head in confusion, and in his blurred vision, he vaguely saw a petite girl.

The young girl has gone through several hours of sword testing, not only did she not feel so tired, but the murderous aura she showed at the moment was extremely inconsistent with her age.

"Monster..."

This is the final evaluation of the brother and sister when the man fell.

Ning Changjiu withdrew the sword. This time his sword was not even stained with blood, but the cold light on it was even more frightening. He raised his eyes, looked at the other elders present, and said nothing.

Ning Xiaoling pulled out the sword, she was very nervous, her nails clasped her palms tightly, so that the hand holding the sword could hold back the trembling.

She has seen many murders, and she has also killed many small monsters in Linhe City. But it was the first time that her sword was stained with human blood. What's more unfortunate is that her sword seemed to have pierced a stout bloodline, and the blood spewing out under high pressure splashed on her white clothes. It was sticky and pungent. In the smell of blood, her pupils also turned dark red.

After the first killing, she was neither excited nor joyful, and even a little fear was born at the moment when the sword was pulled out, and her uneasy face was on the bright blade.

Ning Changjiu knew this was something she was going to experience sooner or later, walked up to her, held her sword hand, and said in a voice that only she could hear: "They want Master to die, what can we do? ?"

Ning Xiaoling closed her eyes, and the **** smell lingering in her nose seemed to fade.

"Kill them." she said.

Ning Changjiu did not affirm or deny. He knew that everyone had a bloodthirsty seed in their heart, and that seed was planted the moment everyone held the sword, but he hoped that Ning Xiaoling’s seed would finally be able to It grows into a lush flower tree, not a demon flower that chooses people to eat.

So he wanted to tell Ning Xiaoling the reason for the murder, and let her strengthen her Dao heart.

Ning Changjiu and Ning Xiaoling are certainly not the opponents of so many elders, but at the moment when the gray-robed old man died, the unreliable alliance once again gave birth to a rift.

Some people have long been bearish on those past grievances. They don’t care how much strength the white-clothed boy has, but the two corpses on the ground remind them to cherish their lives, and they have no intention of participating in this battle. .

"The younger generation is terrible, I don't know what state are you now?" Someone asked with emotion, leaving the cliff beside the dragon pillar.

"Well, your swordsmanship is very high, and you have a strategy. If Lu Jia married half of your brain, I am afraid that you will not fall into today's dangerous situation." Another person stood up, looked directly at Ning Changjiu and said something. words.

Lu Jiajia is indeed a bit stupid... Ning Changjiu nodded and agreed with him.

Some people have expressed their thoughts, some people have expressed their attitudes, and those with ghosts have their own actions in a short period of time.

Ning Xiaoling gradually came out of the emotion of the first murder. The wealth of her monastic career for a month in Linhe City, the red moon hanging in the sky every day and night, not only brought panic, but also gave It gave her great courage.

Ning Xiaoling quickly calmed down, and blood is sometimes a treasure. At the sword test in early spring, even if she won the first prize, she didn't have much real feelings. At this moment, she saw blood with her sword, and she had a better understanding of Daomen Hidden Breath Technique and her own swordsmanship.

"Elder Yun, don't you want to go, too?" someone suddenly asked at the edge of the cliff.

A man wearing a normal Oracle sword Tianzong sword uniform stopped. He had a thin face and a long body, looking like a teacher.

He looks young, but he is called Elder Yun. After hearing that yell, he turned his head and looked unhappy: "What is the noise?"

The caller said coldly: "I just hope you can remember your responsibilities."

"Responsibility? What responsibility?"

"You used to be the law ambassador of Lutang."

"Oh? What do you want to say?"

"Lu marrying is guilty! No one in the peaks knows this better than us. Didn't you receive that letter?"

"Huh? What do you believe?" Elder Yun was puzzled, as if he didn't understand the other party's words.

And the other party never answered him again, he took his own questions and fell forever into the underworld.

The man who killed him with the knife was the man who used the blade against the back of the man in Tsing Yi. After the man asked "that letter" before, he who always held back the man in Tsing Yi did not hesitate to turn the tip of the knife. The person who speaks silences his mouth.

The Tsing Yi man reacted extremely quickly. At the first moment when the danger left him, what he did was not rejoice, but drew his sword in an instant and stabbed the threat.

At the moment when this scene happened like sparks and sparks, many sword lights lit up, as if everyone here had a different mind and stand. This chaos became even more chaotic after the chaos broke out.

Ning Changjiu understood one thing in their brief exchanges: They had planned Lu Jia to die.

Someone planned these things in the back, and that planner didn't seem to tell everyone that Lu Jiajia was about to kill.

Many of these people are loyal to the old peak master, and many have great enmities with the old peak master, and their generation has a huge gap.

This sense of separation is not clearly felt when everyone is in retreat, and at this moment, this feeling is like a high-hanging axe, and finally falls at this moment, easily splitting the surface of hypocrisy , Revealing the conspiracy hidden behind.

"What happened?" Yazhu arrived a little late. She pushed the sword out of the sheath with her thumb in one hand, and held the silver sword in the other hand that was supposed to be bestowed on Ning Xiaoling.

"They want to kill Master!" Ning Xiaoling explained the situation in the most concise words.

Yazhu's heart sighed. She knew there were contradictions hidden in the peak, but she didn't expect that the old things really contained so much power.

Suddenly the sound of sword blades clashing.

The man with the sword wore a high crown, and he slashed towards the man in Tsing Yi with a sword. The man in Tsing Yi shunned him and was directly cut off his wrist by the opponent. At the same time, the man with the sword was after killing someone. He was also stabbed in the back by a man from Tsing Yi, staggered, almost falling directly into the cliff.

No one is the winner in the scene after the mantis catches the cicada and the oriole.

More and more people are taking action.

They didn't even know which camp they belonged to.

Only those who support Lu Jiajia, headed by the Tsing Yi man who broke a wrist, firmly guarded the position of the peak stone rope to prevent it from being cut by the sword. Ya Zhu also grabbed the sword and went away and guarded together. In front of the peak stone. Yazhu is also one of the people who teaches swordsmanship to his disciples on weekdays, but this is the first time that Ning Xiaoling has seen Master Yazhu really make a move. Her sword is not much, but her footwork is very clever. When the shadow knife lighted, the clothes were unscathed, just like a little moth that kept moving in the rain without catching a patch of rain.

For a long time, Ning didn't immediately release the sword. He always felt that there was something strange behind this incident.

Even if the old peak master does have grudges with them, but after all they have been dead for so many years, what reason do they have to continue that hatred to this day and even pay for it?

And what is the "faith" that caused the murder before?

Ning Chang couldn't figure this out in a short time, just as he vaguely remembered something until he saw the trace of the rock fracture on the edge of the cliff... He seemed to have fallen into this valley?

This idea is a bit unrealistic, but it quickly occupied his brain for the first time.

"Xiaoling, before I...was there no one?" Even in a critical situation, Ning Changjiu still didn't hold back the doubts in his heart.

Ning Xiaoling nodded and said: "Well, so the master went to find you, she thought you fell to the bottom of the peak."

"Hmm..." Ning Changjiu nodded, a flash of light in his mind, and finally remembered what had happened before.

He thrilled to kill Yan Feng on the edge of the cliff, and then the opponent's counterattack before his death shook himself into the bottom of the peak, and then after he woke up at the bottom of the peak, he found a narrow road, which was just accessible. Go outside the Tianku Peak.

This is all he can think of.

Ning hasn't had time to think more about it, and suddenly a sword forced it over in the chaos ahead.

The realm of the elder who made the sword is not high, and even the same as today’s Ning Xiaoling, but the timing of his sword release was excellent. He keenly caught Ning Chang’s loss of consciousness, and wanted to take this opportunity. Kill this mysterious boy in one fell swoop.

The elder's sword destroyed the formation of thoughts in Ning Changjiu's brain.

It was because of his interruption that Ning Changjiu remembered many unreasonable places in his memory afterwards.

But he will not thank this elder.

Golden light appeared in the young man's eyes, and his chest was also condensed into a cloud of gold. The gold did not turn into a golden crow, but a golden arrow.

There is no bow and string, but the golden arrow seems to have grown its wings, so it sprints away.

Although the speed of the elder's sword did not stop at all, he lost the target in his eyes.

Because his pupils were illuminated by the sudden golden light, huge heat ignited from the pupils, and in the blink of an eye, those eyes were burned into two fish-eye-sized beads.

The sword in his hand still pierced by virtue of inertia, but Ning Changjiu had already avoided sideways, piercing the sword into his chest with the backhand.

"Do you know what terrible things will be brought about by people who leave the customs?"

Just as Ning Changjiu was about to make further moves, a voice suddenly rang from the fighting crowd.

No one can hear who is making the sound, and no one is going to ask this boring question, so the man has to answer to himself: "When you come out of retreat, no one can know what he is in the first time. What level of cultivation have been achieved during this period is the biggest trump card for everyone here. Many of them are confident not to be killed, including me."

"This confidence is often the source of disaster and death." The man sighed so long.

The sound of the fight seemed to have diminished a little.

Until then no one found the speaker.

The man was a young man in black clothes. His face was white and tender, he was wearing a bun and a long sword. He didn't know what concealment methods he had used before. No one at the scene found him. At this moment, he walked out. At that time, Fengshen's handsome young man was suddenly eye-catching, with a great sense of oppression.

"Who are you?" The man in Tsing Yi asked in a bit painful voice. He couldn't remember when there was this number in the peak.

It was not the boy's answer that answered him, but his sword.

The young man opened his mouth while speaking, and spit out a flying sword. The flying sword walked through the blood and came to this Tsing Yi man in one fell swoop. Although he broke a hand, it is the first stage of life. A master of, this simple sword failed to kill him under his guard.

And the boy didn't want to kill him, he just showed his identity.

"Seven meanings?" The man in Tsing Yi noticed the words engraved on the flying sword, suddenly remembered something, and exclaimed: "You are from the Zitian Dao Sect!"

The swordsmen of Zitian Daomen in rumors all like to use numbers as their surnames.

The boy didn't deny it, but smiled indifferently: "Zi Tian Dao Sect, seven meanings."

He has already lived the age of a Jiazi, but Daomen's rejuvenation skills make him look very young, and his milky white and delicate skin seems to be a newly born baby.

In the previous melee, people from the two factions fought against each other, and some people lurked in them, concealed their hands on everyone, and created serious wounds on them.

He is the Seven Minds.

After he left his own sword marks on dozens of people present, he determined that this generation of Tiankufeng is indeed unmanned. He is the strongest among all the people present. Of course, there is no need to do anything. Concealed.

Qiyi looked at the ordinary but courageous young man, smiled and said: "Will you follow me to the Zitian Taoist gate?"

Ning Chang did not pay attention to his questioning for a long time. He could perceive that the opponent's realm was extremely high, and he had even reached the level of a half-step Zi Ting. Nowadays, there is no one in this peak except Yan Zhou, who can't come out of the prison. Is his opponent.

The smile on Qiyi's face is undiminished. His realm has given him unique patience, "It's okay, I will give you time to think."

Ning Changjiu pretended to think for a while.

And Qiyi didn't even want to wait for his answer. When Ning Changjiu bowed his head and meditated, he pretended to straighten his hair crown, his sleeves were shaking, and another flying sword was handed out and stabbed at Ning Changjiu. .

Qiyi believes that every one of his swords is a sword that kills with one blow, and it is no problem to kill a young man from the outside.

There was a clear ding sound.

Ning Changjiu blocked this sword. He didn't use his sword to block it. Instead, he took out a dead branch-shaped twisted black iron from nowhere.

This black iron has no sharpness and can't instill spiritual power, so it can't cut out the sword aura. It is very tasteless to kill people.

But because of the hard material, he is suitable for resisting some sword attacks.

The sudden sword of Qiyi, like a magnet plate, hit the iron rod with a short and powerful sound. Ning Changjiu was shaken back by the force from the iron rod, but the flying sword was also affected by it. Bounced off and plunged into a nearby rock.

Qiyi looked at the iron rod in his hand, his eyes were shining, knowing that this was definitely an unattractive treasure, but this treasure fell into the hands of this young man who didn't know how to manipulate, it was really a sword.

He intends to take action immediately to **** what Ning Changjiu is holding.

But Qiyi still miscalculated one thing.

That is the contradiction between Yujian Tianzong and Zitian Daomen.

The contradiction between these two sects has been around for a long time, and Yan Zhou had previously suspected that Ning Changjiu was an undercover agent sent by the Zitiandao sect.

At this moment, the contradictions of the sect caused the originally fragmented Tiankufeng Peak to unite, and all the sword tips pointed to the Qiyi.

When Qiyi noticed it, he sighed unconsciously.

When the sect master ordered him to come, he gave him a thousand warnings, so that he must be calm.

And he realized at this moment that his breath is still not calm. Although the general situation has fallen to his side, those who are not in his eyes are suddenly twisted together, which will still bring trouble. Little pressure.

The tense atmosphere was soon broken.

A cracking sound suddenly sounded.

Ning Changjiu's expression indifferent even when facing Qiyi Feijian, finally changed at this moment.

It was the sound of a broken wire.

When everyone's eyes fell on Qi Yi, the man with the knife slammed through the defenses of several people, and cut the sword rope tied to the cliff with a single blow!

The sudden scene shocked many people, and Yazhu even exposed her weakness as a woman at this moment and exclaimed.

The tension of the swords and crossbows disappeared suddenly, the seven meanings were relieved, and he smiled openly, "What kind of deep hatred do you hide in Tianku Peak, you want to put the peak owner to death like this?"

This is also the question in the minds of Ning Changjiu and Ning Xiaoling. In their hearts, Lu married to others very well. No matter how heavy the grievances of the previous generation, she should not be involved.

Ning Changjiu suddenly missed Zhao Xianger a little. If she is by her side, where does this cultivator of Zitian Dao Sect still have the chance to be rampant?

The slender wire fell quickly down the cliff at the moment it broke.

There was no sound from the peaks and valleys, and everything was drowned in the devouring darkness.

Lu married life or death is difficult to tell.

Others present, don’t know why, felt that Lu Jiao’s marrying was too bad, only Ning Changjiu calmed down after a brief gaffe. He thought that he would be able to get out of it when he fell into the valley. Lu Jiao’s realm Far higher than myself, it should be fine.

He always stared at the seven minds intently, looking for the slightest flaw he revealed.

The spiritual power of the Seven Consciousness Body was not leaking, and it did not reveal any flaws from beginning to end, but soon, he committed a fatal mistake that he had never expected.

Qiyi looked at the people whose offensive had broken down, and said, "Where is the sacred artifact of the Zitian Taoist gate that the old thing stolen back then? If you tell it, I can forgive that person not to die."

"The sacred artifact of Zitiandaomen?"

Some people are puzzled and have never heard of it, but vaguely feel that they have touched a corner of some huge conspiracy again.

And those who know more insider's look suddenly fell dark, and the unbearable murderous heart was like a knife that pierced the cloth, and the sharp edge seemed to be announcing the authenticity of the seven meanings.

The first Qiyi to answer was the man who cut the iron rope with a knife. His skin had been exposed to the sun for a long time, and he looked very dark. If he hadn't broken the iron rope with a stab, he would be hiding in the dark at this moment. It will look very inconspicuous.

He smiled as he listened to Qiyi’s words, and his teeth with the opposite skin color were glaring like knives that reflected light, "It seems that your master is dying, what Zitian Taoist door, relying on devouring the dead soul? The surviving gate master is also worthy of the word “dao gate”?"

Faced with his irony, Qiyi's expression didn't change much, but the gaze that looked at him already seemed to be looking at a dead person.

He is indeed a dead person, unless he can escape from birth at this moment, otherwise no matter whether it is Yujian Tianzong or Zitian Daomen, it is absolutely impossible to let him go.

But he was still smiling, as if he didn't think he was going to die at all.

His smile finally solidified until the moment the sword of Qi Yi pierced his eyebrows.

His huge pupils widened, and all the human faces were reflected in his distracted eyes. His expression before death was so shocked, as if he was wondering why no one helped him. At the last moment, he understood the rabbit. He decided to tell the deepest secret in his heart, but unfortunately he only had time to utter a syllable:

"Cold..."

After a syllable similar to cold, the man with a knife fell to the ground, and there was no sound.

This cold word fell into everyone's minds, with different interpretations.

Qiyi also has his own calculations. He knows that there are countless treasures hidden at the bottom of this peak and valley, and this black fog of undead blocking the way seems to be a sacred instrument that can hold all souls. At this moment Hidden at the bottom of the Tianku Peak!

He raised his arm, his pitch-black sleeves looked like two black holes that conceal the universe.

The black mist began to churn with his movements.

"Stop him!" someone shouted.

Yin Liang's sword-blade handed it over, but the person in the center of the storm was indifferent.

Sure enough, as I expected... The corners of Qiyi's mouth slightly raised.

He has practiced the Taoism for decades, not to exorcise ghosts and evil spirits, but to call souls. This valley of undead is like a cylinder of wriggling maggots, tumbling up and down between the waving of his arms. He has experienced it. Will have that kind of beauty, and then his hand jerked.

These evil spirits are his huge sword. He has never held such a huge sword. He is confident that this sword can cut everything in the hidden peak when it is formed.

But Qiyi has forgotten one thing.

All swords in this world have two-sided blades.

Ning Changjiu finally found this moment when the wave of evil spirits rose up like a wall like a tsunami.

He glanced at Ning Xiaoling. Ning Xiaoling, who had been silent for a long time, understood and nodded immediately.

She will help him protect him from the sneak attack behind him.

Ning Changjiu's figure holding a sword rushed towards the wave of undead.

Qiyi gave a faint sound, he vaguely felt a hint of warning in his heart, but he couldn't figure out where this warning could come from anyway?

Then Qiyi looked at the scene in front of her, and couldn't help but think of a myth.

According to the legend, when a warrior led his tribe to flee, they came to the edge of a sea. They had no way to go. Fortunately, the gods descended the holy brilliance and gave power to the warrior’s leader. He used the supreme The divine power separated the sea, and when his tribe escaped cleanly along the seabed, the sea closed and blocked the chaser.

In the thousand waves aroused by the souls of the undead in front of me, a path was split from the middle.

It is a golden road, like a ladder leading to the kingdom of God.

Then Qiyi realized that he was still thinking wrong. This is not the legend of the gods separating the sea, but the story of being born to evaporate the water of all rivers in nine days.

The darkness seemed to have encountered a natural enemy, and was bitten out in an instant. The golden crow as the "culprit" hung in the center, with a red sun behind it, so his dark golden feathers became black. Silhouette.

"Naughty animal!" Qiyi finally lost his temper. He realized that this thing should be an innate spirit with special ability, but he didn't realize that the waves of his emotions would kill his life.

When darkness and light alternated, a sword stabbed in.

The sword also seemed to have been given power by the gods, too fast to see any cold light.

But Qiyi is definitely not a person to wait. He has seen the gray-robed old man die under this sword before. He recognizes that this is not the sword technique of the Sword Tianzong, so he is also very familiar with Ning Changjiu’s origins. Curious, even thought to draw him.

It's just that the bystander and the person in person are two different things. When he really faced this sword, he felt the horror.

That kind of feeling reminded him of the first time he learned the art of controlling souls, those fierce soul roars ate away at his mind, he shivered under that fear, and shed countless tears. , And now that he is rejuvenated, the shadow of his childhood has come again.

"Tianwei! You are arrogantly moving Tianwei! A sword like you will sooner or later be destroyed by Heaven!"

Qiyi didn't speak, but the thoughts in his heart forced the only souls around him to speak and finish.

Ning Changjiu had heard a similar curse in Linhe City, but he didn't care.

The long sword cut off the head of Qiyi, and he fell behind and fell into the endless abyss, bitten by the hungry souls. And his head was thrown high and landed steadily, his expression before death was not knowing whether he was crying or laughing.

After Qi Yi died, everyone was obviously relieved.

They looked at the sword in Ning Changjiu's hand, and they also felt an unreal cold.

The man in Tsing Yi frowned when he looked at the sword.

There is blood on the sword.

This shows that this young man has exhausted all his strength, and he can't even lift the blood from the sword like just now.

And Ning Xiaoling stood silently behind him, reflecting off all the prying eyes with the sword. That appearance reminded many people of Lu Jiajia who was still a girl.

"Kill the young girls."

Many people have such thoughts at the same time.

They stared at the blood hanging from the tip of Ning Changjiu's sword, and made a final assessment of his realm.

But at this moment, what was unexpected is that the words of the man with the knife before he died were also supplemented and fulfilled.

Within the hidden peak, there was a sound of continuous shaking.

They looked at the place where the voice came from, and the thoughts in their hearts soon came up unanimously:

"The cold prison, broken!"

……

Today, Tianku Peak has encountered a huge turbulence that has been rare for decades, and the cause of all is that a sinner who escaped from prison and a mysterious white-clothed man fought, one died, and the other fell into the deep valley.

This is like a fishing bait. After being sprinkled, fishes of all sizes emerge from the deep water surface.

And when everyone felt that everything was going to fall temporarily, the sound of the wall of the cold cell was like a big yellow bell, shaking the ghosts in the hearts of everyone present to flee.

No one knows who opened the cold cell.

But many old monsters held in the cold prison are shuddering just by thinking.

Those who have spare energy are all staring in the direction of the cold cell, as if they are facing an enemy.

Only an elder stared at Ning Changjiu, and said coldly: "I recognize this sword! You are the one who fell into the abyss before! It turns out that you deliberately wanted to lure Lu into marriage... You are going to cause trouble. The biggest evil spirit in the peak!"

His words drew the attention of many people from the cold prison back to Ning Changjiu's body.

The danger of destruction of the cold prison has not really come. The powerful monsters inside have gone through such a long period of wear and tear, and maybe they have become pigs and sheep that can be slaughtered at will.

At this moment, they still have time to judge the sinner.

"Elder Huang, are you sure it is him? There is nothing wrong."

"There is absolutely nothing wrong with it. I recognize such a weird sword even if it is burnt to ashes! He, like the seven spirits, is also an undercover agent sent by the evil spirit!"

Listening to them, Ning Xiaoling felt a little sad. She looked at the unfading head of the seven spirits on the ground, and the hand holding the sword could not stop trembling. She wished to drew the sword and thwarted all the people who spoke. Drive these indiscriminate people into the deepest underworld.

At this moment, Ning Changjiu, who is the target of the public, said nothing.

Ning Xiaoling, who is always in the same mind with the brother, knows his true situation-the brother has no more strength to make a sword.

I can only protect him.

Her Jianxin is more stoic.

But anger and hatred cannot be turned into a real realm. She knew that if they rallied and attacked, she would definitely not be able to stop her, so she soon became a mortal heart again.

The elders with different intentions haven't attacked yet, but Ning Changjiu can't hold it anymore.

He has used that weird sword skill three times in a row today, and each time it has caused great loss to his body, he himself does not know how he has survived until now. He obviously has exhausted everything when he killed Yan Feng. Strength.

He looked at the abyss, and suddenly a gentle feeling developed in his heart, like a thirsty and unspeakable person walking through the desert for dozens of days, and finally saw the water in the oasis.

Ning Changjiu's body fell forward.

At that moment, he suddenly realized that he was planted by the magic!

Who planted it for yourself? He can't remember it anymore.

Everything is too late.

The body without support is like a plume falling into a pond.

Ning Xiaoling, who focused on the enemy behind him, let out an exclamation. She was still slow. When she turned around, a piece of white clothes in her hand had already slipped away. She watched Ning Changjiu fall into the endless abyss.

Ning Xiaoling's heart also seemed to be tied to a huge stone, and fell endlessly with him.

She was unsteady on her feet, and her body was staggered. This flaw was caught by someone, and she hit her back with a sword. Fortunately, Yazhu reacted quickly and immediately blocked her back attack.

"Xiaoling, don't do stupid things!" Yazhu immediately reminded.

Ning Xiaoling turned a deaf ear to her ears. When she stared at the abyss and wanted to jump down, she saw the white shadow floating up again like a ghost.

Ning Xiaoling wiped away her tears immediately, and when she was calm, all the haze in her heart disappeared.

"Brother...Master!"

In the abyss, a white shadow hitting the white shadow holding another white shadow stood up against the sky, broke through the line of sight, and came to a messy hidden peak.

Lu Jia married with her head hanging down, her extremely beautiful face hidden in the scattered blue silk, and then her indifferent voice sounded like a ghost in **** asking for directions, "Who did you hurt him?"

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(Finally the code is over, it's too late, sorry.)

(Super thanks to the leader of the book friends who don’t know Miao’s reward!!! Thank you Ms. Miao for your support! The eighth gate of the kingdom of God is opened, and you are welcome to visit her loyal kingdom of God~)