Jiang Changan turned around slowly, and the person standing in front of him was no longer the silly girl holding a watermelon, but a woman who was not very beautiful, with an ordinary appearance, just the kind that she didn't recognize when she threw it into the pile of women, her eyes were gloomy, there was no emotion, and she was cold and cold.

Jiang Chang'an said: "What you said in the Eternal Life Courtyard is not like a lie, there are countless souls in this Absolute Dust Valley, and there are thousands of corpses and bones among you, right? In fact, as long as the bloody yin is voluntarily gathered and withered, these ghosts can be freed, but the blame is that there seems to be something in the bottom of this valley that is constantly nourishing these flowers, and they will never bloom. ”

Jiang Changan saw a trace of hesitation flashing in her eyes, and knew that she had guessed correctly, what could exist underground that could make An Juntang feel jealous?

He said tentatively: "You don't want me to help you, even if you don't think about yourself, you should think about those friends and relatives, right?"

"Kill you, someone will save you. ”

"This is also the condition of the person who sent you to kill me?" Jiang Changan said clearly, "I have one last question, I have just entered the Ancient Holy Land for less than a day, who has such a deep hatred with me?"

This is also a question that Jiang Changan wants to figure out the most, the person who is most likely to make a move is Aji, that is, Xiao Zongheng as Ruoruo said, but his hand will definitely not reach Linxian Peak, who will it be?

But she didn't answer, but said coldly: "It's always dangerous to talk to smart people, and I know that many people die from talking too much! I will never make such a mistake! Go die!!

Chi Miao snorted coldly, the cold front short dagger in his hand was like a dragon out of the water, at the same moment, Jiang Chang'an's hairs all over his body were all erected, the golden mangs were paved into a protective golden coat, and the ice feather Yao Falcon congenital speed marks were changing rapidly, just a blink of an eye, this golden coat only needed to delay for a short time, and he could escape!

But Jiang Changan still underestimated her speed and her strength!

Suddenly, the dagger broke through the white robe!

Burst!

Jiang Changan's expression froze, all his movements were like airbags deflated, and he could hear clearly

By the sound of the dagger inserting into the flesh and burrowing into the heart, the power of the whole body gradually peeled off, and the consciousness was blurred, and the blood stained the placket of the chest red, gurgling and dripping to the ground.

The world was spinning in front of him, and he seemed to have seen that he was going to become one of the thousands of bloody shadows.

Is he going to die? Jiang Chang'an's heart did not fluctuate, it was surprisingly flat, and figures appeared in front of him.

I thought about how to die in the tens of millions, defeated Xia Ji from the Xia Zhou Palace, escaped from the sea of corpses of the Yin soldiers, and survived in the Yingshui Stream, but I didn't expect to be buried in the hands of a woman, and I saw Pang Ershui and my brother under the Nine Springs, and I wasn't laughed at?

Laugh at!

Chi Miao's short dagger came out of its sheath again, slashing at his neck, this sword directly cut the intercarotid artery, soaring out of a three-foot-high blood red, Jiang Changan could no longer feel the pain, his face was hot, as if covered with a layer of red cloth, and he fell to the ground with a muffled sound.

Chi Miao squatted down to look at it expressionlessly, and had already heard that this person was proficient in the way of illusion, and was sure that the person who died now was a real person, not illusion, so he was relieved.

She stood for a few more moments before she turned to leave.

The night passed silently minute by minute, and the white light reflected by the white jade water pattern mirror also swam silently, illuminating the entire Linxian Peak.

The clouds in the eastern sky gradually glowed with a faint light, and it seemed that there was only less than half an hour left before the agreed time with An Juntang.

Jiang Changan didn't know where he was, as if his soul was wandering out of the sky, with a vast white field in front of him, no mountains and land under his feet, no sky above his head, and thick white fog in all directions.

In the thick fog, there was a man standing looking at him with a smile, sixteen years old, with bright eyes and bright teeth, a young man, and a dignified appearance, beckoning to him, and calling softly:

"Silly Chang'an ......"

The corners of Jiang Changan's mouth suddenly cracked into a big smile, his eyes were moist, and he cried with joy, even if everyone in this world praised him for his intelligence, there was only one person who called him like this.

He couldn't hold back the tears in his eyes, covered the corners of his mouth with one hand, and supported his waist with the other hand, wanting to tell him everything that had happened over the years, and wanted to slowly tell him all the grievances and pains he had suffered, but he couldn't say a word like a fish in his throat, only choked in a low voice, his lips trembled, and he said a word that was flat and undulating, full of five flavors:

"Brother......

"Silly Chang'an, tired?"

He shook his head stubbornly.

"If you are tired, take a break, people live for a lifetime, and you have a dream, and the real freedom is not to do what you want to do, but not to do what you don't want to do!"

The young man's smile was gentle and gentle, like a spring breeze: "Have you been bullied?"

He shook his head and sniffled.

"Silly Chang'an, how did my brother teach you? Whoever bullies you, we will return it tenfold, and we will beat him so much that I can't even recognize him!" his tone was full of childishness, and he symbolically waved his fist twice.

Suddenly, just when Jiang Changan wanted to walk towards him, the surrounding environment changed suddenly, and he had already come to the tea pavilion of Prince Gong's mansion, full of guests and friends, he could clearly see that someone put the poison into the wine, and saw Xia Ji's sword pierced the young man's chest, and blood splashed in the air!

Jiang Chang'an's eyes were about to split, and he struggled to rush away, but suddenly, he seemed to be frozen, unable to move, and the wind was clear in an instant!

Everything in front of him dissipated like smoke and dust, filling the darkness, and there was no end to the darkness in sight.

A chill enveloped him all over his body, he felt like he had fallen into a river, he could not breathe, but he could not struggle, he felt that his limbs, lungs, soul, and mind were dissociating as quickly as possible, and he could clearly perceive the disappearance of each finger.

I'm finally going to die, right?

The last trace of survival instinct in his heart also disappeared, but it didn't take long for the whole spiritual power and blood qi to merge into his whole body, and those disappeared spiritual power bodies were restored one by one. Gradually, he could feel the cold water of the river, and felt a tingling pain in his chest and neck.

What's going on?

He was about to breathe, but found that he was under the water, there was no way to breathe, and when his life was hanging by a thread, his hands turned out one after another spiritual power and burst out!

Bang!

There was an explosion!

A black water dragon exploded on the calm water surface and swept high into the sky, the water mist was filled, Jiang Chang'an flew up with the Shenhong under his feet, stood firmly on the shore, looked around his hands and feet in confusion and surprise, looked at the surrounding environment twice, and said a sentence:

"Damn, what's going on?"

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