A corner of the ruins mountain to the north.

A jungle camp.

When there was a verbal conflict between the people in the Black Prison of Mo Qingcheng.

A figure scurried into this humble camp and landed under a tall tree in the camp, "I got specific news, the person who came is a monk from Qingmu Village in the Northeast, it is said that the predecessors of Xuanmen Qingfeng made a deal with Qingmu Village, and exchanged the number of places in the secret realm for the opportunity of battlefield ruins, and the person who came was led by a monk who was a half-step Jindan." ”

"Well, I see, don't clash with them for the time being, everything will wait until the next time the relic mountain is opened. The voice came from the leafy ancient trees, and after speaking, he said, "By the way, have you received any news from the new heir of the Xuanmen?" It has been a few months, and according to the "accident" that happened in Mingzhu City, that person should have arrived at the latest, and her person was plotted, and she didn't receive any news?

It would be a pity that the uncle and grandfather were going to do it, and he shook his head in the shadows of the trees.

"I haven't heard of it yet, but it is said that one of the monks who came to Aoki Village this time was wearing a black cloak and a black cloak. ”

What the figure said made him immediately interested, "Oh-yes?"

Qingmu Village, Qingfengzi, Ye Tian - she is finally here? Interesting, interesting.

Naturally, whether it is true or not depends on whether she has acted in the past few days.

"Tell me to go down and prepare, there will be a big storm in the Ruins Mountain in seven days. ”

The words are not very sharp, but the tone is as strong as ever, with a strong majesty that has been in the top position for a long time.

After the figure receded, the shadow of the tree was gone.

On the tree a few feet high, under a few wisps of the sun, the man held his long hair, no longer playing with the jade gourd in his hand, but shrouded a pale golden bamboo with a flickering arc with only one finger length with a stream of true yuan, and the person was Xie Qingchuan, the descendant of the Gu Immortal League.

The bamboo came from the mountain of ruins.

He slowly stopped the pace of refining, pinched the bamboo in his hand, and in a flash, the figure fell to the ground. It is impossible to hand over the treasure to the forces, he is now half a step Jindan, as long as this real relic is opened, he can step into that realm at any time, this day the thunder bamboo is just the main material for him to refine the natal magic weapon, wouldn't it be stupid to hand it over?

Raising his eyes and glancing at the blazing sun that was about to set in the west, he picked a few miasma lotuses and walked out of the humble camp leisurely.

Another makeshift camp.

Just when Xie Qingchuan was looking at the scorching sun, the same way, Ye Tian was also looking, the scorching sun was very dazzling, even if it gradually drooped westward, there was still a kind of burning sensation, standing in the temporary camp, playing with a piece of miasma, she did not go out immediately, but waited for the sun to completely extinguish the fire and fall, the sky was dark, and the thick green fog gradually rose, and she left.

After nightfall, the dark green poisonous miasma gradually became thicker, or because it was close to the ruin mountain, the concentration was a little more abundant, and a large area of miasma lotus could be able to create an isolation within a range of three or five zhang;

“...... Black Prison, what you said during the day is true? Is there really anyone going to deal with that woman?" In the small camp in the bright lights, in a large military tent, He Yumo, who had changed into a black seductive tightsuit, took a glass of water, took a sip, changed his innocence, and walked towards the black prison enchantingly, and took the initiative to entangle it, sitting on the other party's lap.

This is the third time she has asked, and she has not received a specific answer, she seems to be calm, but in fact she is extremely anxious and eager.

If you want to change to the usual, even if there is some anger in the black prison, you can endure it, and if you can't do it, you can immediately take He Yumo to put out the fire, but today I don't know what's wrong, there is always a sense of foreboding, which makes him panic and uneasy.

This not very good feeling made him angry After Ji You's provocation during the day, it completely turned into anger, and in addition, He Yumo, a woman, usually knows how to read people's faces, but today she interrogated him again and again, and his anger was even heavier, he was upset, how to open the next ruin mountain is, and wipe out the group of people in Mo Qingcheng, this woman doesn't have an idea, and now she has to drag her feet. was immediately annoyed, and couldn't help but say, and directly pushed her away.

Staring gloomily at a staggering, innocent, bewitching woman.

"I told you, yes. That's not enough? If I go to prison, I have no authority and no strength!?"

"Dig into the bottom of it, it's not good for you!" Looking at her stumbling appearance, he sneered, a special space system ability who was almost able to enter the fourth order in one step would be unstable by his gentle push?

He stepped forward, stretched out his hand and pinched the innocent and pitiful face, and picked it up, regardless of whether she was in pain or not, until the two looked at each other, he said, "You don't have to hate me, you just hate yourself, why-you are so weak!?"

This time, instead of pushing her away again, he gently and gently put her down, rubbed her delicate face, and smiled lovingly, "...... This month's pain reliever, you can come back later to pick it up. ”

Then he tapped her on the shoulder and motioned for her to leave.

As soon as He Yumo left, the handsome face of the black prison was as gloomy as water, and a pair of blue eyes were clear and deep, at this moment, the sense of crisis in his heart became stronger and clearer.

For the first time, he felt fear pervade.

Why, exactly?

It is rumored that a group of immortal cultivators from the Northeast came during the day.

But does it have any relevance?

However, he is not Xie Qingchuan, and naturally there are not so many news channels, if he knew that it was a senior of the Xuanmen who was on a mission in the northeast—it was the Qingfengzi senior who had assessed them, he might be able to guess it in an instant.

He was about to flee in an instant.

...... It's a pity.

As the night wore on, the fear grew heavier in his heart, and in a state of distraughtness, he decided to leave the tent and go outside to kill some poison and dispel the uneasiness in his heart.

And just as he walked to the tent door and wanted to open the tent door, a shadow was reflected on the tent, and in an instant his mind suddenly burst into his mind, and the night wind blew and revealed a corner, and then he saw a bloodless, completely indifferent "pretty face".

What is it—she's dead!?()

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