"Sister Ling, are you waiting for me...... I'll be back to you soon. ”

The pupils of the Awakening Darkness were godless, and the body was like a puppet with a string, and he slowly put down the cold body in his arms stiffly.

He stood up, the rain dancing wildly in the air, his wet hair swaying in the air in the wind.

Qian Lingling died, her meridians were broken, and she died extremely tragically.

Qi Jue Ming was just deceiving himself, in fact, he had already discovered it when he touched Qian Lingling's body.

She was directly shattered by an extremely powerful force and died, which also contained the power he was most familiar with.

Bloody breath!

Abnormal madness flickered in the pupils of the Enlightenment Immortal, and the bloody aura on his body puffed out, converging into a small circle of storms in the dim and violent storm.

He also has this power in his own hands, how can he be wrong?

Unexpectedly, in this world, besides him, there are other people with bloody qi.

At this time, Qi Jue was in no mood to think about these questions anymore.

Around him, the crimson bloody aura was already thick to the extreme, like a ball of blood floating around him.

The bloody aura was like dye, dyeing his pupils and long hair blood-red.

The heart is twitching, the body is throbbing.

The only thing he wants to do now is get revenge!

Kill the one who took away the only warmth from him!!Sacrifice the soul of Qian Lingling in the sky with the blood of the murderer!

Under the grief and anger, he felt that familiar feeling in the dark, there was a mysterious white line pulling each other, and he seemed to know for a moment where the person who could use the power of blood was.

"Qi Shot, take someone to the birch forest thirty miles outside Lingcheng, and bring Miss Qian Lingling back to Fuzhong......"

The transmission note was clenched in the hand of Qi Jue Ming, and his tone was cold, and he said that he would transfer the spiritual power into the charm.

The transmission note emitted a faint white light and disappeared into his hand.

After doing this, he gently carried Qian Lingling's body to the tree.

At a glance, Qian Lingling seems to be sitting with her back against the tree, her eyes closed lightly, and her delicate face is like porcelain, as elegant as a sleeping beauty.

Hmmm, mph

Qi Jue ran wildly in the rain, and as his body subconsciously moved, he was extremely fast, and the scene around him was blurred with only colored lines.

It's close!

It's closer!

With unparalleled anger in his blood pupils, he walked through the wooded woodland to a barren place thousands of miles out of the city.

However, instead of a desolate and barren land, you will be greeted by a well-paved ancient stone pavement, which seems to be waiting for the arrival of the Enlightenment.

Qi Jue's eyes froze, and he suddenly stopped.

The stone path is very long, the road surface seems very quaint, full of vicissitudes, and in the distance, at the end of the stone path, there is a strange building similar to an altar.

There was only a momentary hesitation between the pupils of the Immortal Blood, and his body suddenly moved, and the wind howled around him, and in an instant, he crossed the entire stone path.

altar

The gray circular altar stands tall, and the steps are paved from above, and there are as many as 100 steps.

On the altar, eight blood-colored columns stood irregularly on the edge of the ground.

The stone slab floor was carved with invisible, fine textures, intertwined with eight blood-colored cylinders, as if they had been woven into a strange circle.

The altar is bare, except for the eight blood-colored columns, and the roof is open.

The torrential rain continued to pour down, knocking on the stone floor, making a crackling and noisy sound.

And on the eight blood-colored cylinders, on each cylinder stood a bloody voice and shadow, all of them were red-haired and red-eyed, with their eyes closed, as if waiting for something.

And under the eight pillars, on the stone slab ground, there are hundreds of people who exude bloody aura, standing on the ground, waiting quietly, among them, the weakest ones have the strength of the fourth order.

"He's finally here!"

At this time, on one of the eight pillars, a middle-aged man wearing a white robe embroidered with blue edges slowly opened his closed bloody eyes, looked at the rapidly approaching Qi Jue Ming in the distance, spit out a mouthful of scarlet turbidity, and said slowly.

Hearing this, the rest of the people on the seven pillars also opened their eyes at this moment, and they all looked at the rapidly magnifying black shadow in the distance.

"I heard that Lord Ziyan said that the person in the distance is a person who is absolutely compatible with the body of killing, hehe, kill him, and use his blood and blood sacrifice to make me go to the next level. ”

One of the young men with a grim face in the Eight Pillars said with a sneer.

"You guys are just desserts, that guy is the staple!"

With that, he licked the corners of his scarlet mouth and smiled grimly.

As soon as these words came out, all the people around suddenly looked sideways at the cold young man, their brows furrowed, but they didn't say much.

Standing on this altar doomed only one of them to survive.

But their primary goal now is to kill the absolute fit as soon as possible and stain the altar with blood.

Enlightenment quickly came to the bottom of the altar, and suddenly his body jumped, and he jumped over the hundred steps lightly and stepped on the cyan stone floor.

His grim gaze swept over everyone.

only to find that the people present were all like him, with the power of blood.

"Oh, the person who is absolutely compatible with the killing body is actually just a teenage child?"

Before Qi Jue Ming could speak, opposite the altar, a gray-robed man swaggered out of the crowd, looked at Qi Jue Ming with a sneering face and said.

"Where is it necessary to put on such a fanfare to deal with such a little hairy child?"

The gray-robed man shook his hands disdainfully and walked towards the Enlightenment Immortal.

Everyone didn't make a sound, and the gray-robed man slowly walked towards Qi Jue Ming.

Soon, the gray-robed man walked in front of the Enlightenment Immortal, and looked down at the Enlightenment Immortal, who was only one meter six.

"What's the matter?

Qi Jue Ming slowly raised his head, his bloody eyes were cold, and he looked at the gray-robed man in front of him with a playful expression.

"Did you kill Sister Ling?" he spoke slowly, without the slightest emotion.

"Huh, what?"

The gray-robed man was a little puzzled by Qi Jue's words.

"Murder?"

"I've killed too many women to count, and you're about to die in ......," the gray-robed man said with a murderous smile in his eyes.

But before the words were finished, the bloody light in the hand of Qi Jue Hades skyrocketed, and he suddenly made a move.

"Ah~!" a miserable sound sounded.

The gray-robed man didn't have time to react at all, and his right hand was like a sharp sword, directly piercing the gray-robed man's chest.

The gray-robed man suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, his face was hideous, his mouth was wide open, and his skin folds were exposed.

The arm was retracted, the blood was splattered in the air, the red blood was splashed on the stone floor, and the quaint and mysterious floor was stained with blood, which seemed to be a little strange at this moment.

"Then you're going to die. ”

The words of the Immortal Soul sounded in the ears of the gray-robed man like the voice of death.

The gray-robed man's eyes turned outward, his breath weakened wildly, and the surrounding scenery began to spin, and he suddenly fell to the ground like a dead dog and lost his vitality.

Blood was pouring out of the gaping hole in his chest.

The rain is dripping, diluting the blood.

The cold pupils didn't even glance at the gray-robed man who fell to the side, and walked towards everyone step by step.

The hundreds of people under the altar looked at the scene in front of them, only to feel their hearts twitch, and they all involuntarily took a few steps back.

The gray-robed man's bloody power was full of fifth-order strength.

The reason why everyone didn't stop the gray-robed man from stepping forward was precisely because he wanted to test the strength of Qi Jue Immortal.

It's just that I didn't expect that the gray-robed man didn't even make a move in front of Qi Jue.

It's like being killed in seconds!

The young man in front of him is only twelve, but he is so ruthless at a young age.

Kill a living person, and there is no touch in the eyes of the cold pupils.

It's as if it just trampled a self-righteous ant to death.

Enlightenment reached the center of the altar and stopped.

The cold, emotionless voice sounded again.

"Among you...... Who killed Sister Ling?"

............ Dividing line

Very, thank you very much to everyone who has read this novel.

The novel "Ghost Knight" is my first novel, and it is also a dream that is out of reach for my two years of junior high school and three years of high school.

Maybe I'm a bit of a big deal, but I want to write a good novel, a novel that touches my heart.

Create a false, but very complete world, in the world, create one flesh and blood, crying and laughing characters after another.

Their every move, joy, anger and sorrow, will touch themselves and others.

Accompanied by their joys, sorrows, and sorrows, they will sometimes be happy and sometimes sad.

I want to do this, and it's worth it all for this dream.

Maybe I didn't quite understand the heaviness and distress of dreams at the beginning, and my poor writing made this novel go on for three or four years.

I have sent manuscripts, and I have been on the starting point, 17k

In the constant suggestions and abuses of some people, the plot and content are constantly being revised, but now they have not completely stepped out of their own small piece of sky.

It's really this road!

It's really hard to have your work not been recognized by others.

Some people will say, "Don't care what other people think, just do it yourself"

But a novel that no one reads, is she really good?

The novel doesn't cater to the vast majority of people's minds.

The protagonist is abused and comes back to life, and those characters who are related to the protagonist and are loved die one by one.

Such a beginning can dissuade a large number of readers.

The road ahead is narrow, long and arduous.

It was as if I could see that the future was still not improving.

But now that I'm writing the book again, I don't want to leave it stillborn.

I'm going to let her live and shine.

Therefore, I implore you to be generous and not to be stingy with your valuable suggestions and ideas.

Criticism, abuse, all opinions will be kept in mind and corrected.

It's just a nobody's nagging.

Finally, thank you again for your patience to see the readers here.