In the end, it is born from the same root, and in the end, it grows from the same land. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The face of the red line is full of sighs, and there is a point of determination flowing out of his eyes, if it is another day, he may be able to take this Xuanling arrow, but today he is full of holes, but the naturally arrogant red line already thinks that it is also destined to help the emperor.

Or it is understood that it must not be broken in front of itself, this is its life, and it is also the arrangement of Changtian to itself.

Wisps of red silk threads flew out of the red line's body, and in an instant, the red red's side was already a demon red flying up, and the Xuanling arrow was fast, but the red line's Taoism was indeed even more magical, and it appeared directly around the Xuanling arrow.

The threads are as complicated as the capillaries, but they are not connected to the blood vessels, but are autonomous, and only their owners, the red threads, are connected to them.

"Hum~~"

The silk red line was like a tentacle, and it really landed on the Xuanling arrow like a blood vessel, and the arrow body that was originally flying rapidly was also deeply stopped.

Han Xian's gaze was almost dull, swallowing silently, the magic in the air was too amazing, half of the sky was occupied by a trace of red thread, and all their efforts were to stop the quaint arrow.

Now Han Xian didn't feel any magical mystery on the arrow, and the complicated carvings were also covered by the slightest red thread, and he almost thought that it was the existence of countless red threads like blood vessels that kept the Xuanling arrow from falling into the dust.

But Han Xian did guess wrong again, the idea of the red line is actually very simple, the silk thread that fell on the Xuanling Arrow is not completely the power of restraint, but also the place of dispersion, the Xuanling Arrow is a powerful heart, and this huge blood network is to empty this heart and drag it down.

Obviously, the red line is smart, if you take the Xuanling arrow, I am afraid that now the weak self will follow in the footsteps of the sun and fall directly, and only this evacuation method can be successful.

However, the Dao energy that burst out of the heart of the Xuanling Arrow is indeed not so easy to digest, and all this can only be endured passively by the red line itself.

And Han Xian was not the only one who was unclear and stunned.

Those greedy people on Weishan were once again deeply frightened by the invincibility of the red line, there is no doubt that in their eyes, the red line should not appear in this world, such people should have left this sky to find something more ethereal.

But the sad thing is that she still appears alive in front of her eyes, and she is still oppressed in her heart.

So they could only sigh in their powerlessness, it seemed that they really had nothing to do with the Emperor Seal.

And at this time, Chu Ming was full of sighs, he knew better than anyone what the Xuanling arrow represented, it was not only the last obsession of Master Lone Fish, but also the struggle of his children and grandchildren.

How can you be willing, you should be desperate at this moment, and even give up the restraint on Zuo Mu.

He was already sitting on the ground, his eyes were not stained, his face was full of piety, and his slender fingers plucked strings one after another.

The sound of the piano is like the wind in March, and the land of Weishan, which has been robbed of its vitality, has a little bit of greenery lurking, and they dare not raise their heads, but spring is coming, and the vitality contained under the land is already urging them to grow.

And this soft breeze is scattered on the red thread that wraps around the Xuanling arrow, just like a naughty child, playing again and again, disturbing the heartstrings of adults again and again.

Hongxian's gaze couldn't help but look like Chu Ming swept over, and he sighed in his heart: "If the emperor seal chooses him, I'm afraid I will send it away with my own hands." ”

But the helpless thing is that the emperor seal has his choice, and it is obvious that the people who cultivate the mind cannot satisfy the ambition of the emperor seal.

But Chu Ming's way of breaking the red line is probably not enough.

And he should have seen through this, and there was a hint of relief on his pious countenance, maybe this was the fate arranged by Changtian.

The strings were plucked again and again in his hand, and with each plucking of Chu Ming, the blood and vitality fell into the Great Sage's Relic Piano with the flicker of his fingers.

The colorless strings are dyed red.

But the sound of the piano is becoming more and more ethereal, and at this moment it is even more extraterrestrial.

The red line should understand that Chu Ming is using his own blood to awaken the great sage who is sleeping in the last sound, if there is a holy fit, then all the struggles will be hopeful.

In the end, Chu Ming entered a state of selflessness, and a pair of eyes closed without knowing when, Han Xian's face was full of doubts, and the figure of Chu Ming in his eyes was a little blurred, and a man with white hair but an ageless face was attached to his body.

This piano is no longer played by Chu Ming alone, and the great sage is helping.

The face of the red line is full of dignified color, and the lips are dyed with a strange red, and the huge silk blood network is even more red and flashing, and the red line, the focus of blood and blood, is already tormented.

There is no doubt that the wind and March qin music played by Chu Ming and the Great Sage have made the Dao of the red line a little restless.

And the Xuanling arrow that was bound and stolen was even more stubbornly struggling, after all, the obsession of the lonely fish could not be dispersed by the red line so simply.

Did Chu Ming see hope?

He couldn't see everything when he closed his eyes and sank into self-forgetfulness, let alone that success was so close to him, and he also didn't know that death was so close to him.

The feeling of freedom must be amazing.

Zuo Mu's eyes shone with excitement, and he said ten thousand times in his heart: "Fortunately, fortunately, the imperial seal was not broken, and even more fortunately, it was not obtained by others." ”

must be hateful to Chu Ming.

And now Zuo Mu is standing behind him like a grim reaper, a pair of cold eyes are even more sharp on Chu Ming's head, if he wants, he only needs one punch, this head will definitely be shattered before the emperor's seal, and only one punch is aimed at the back heart, then there will be no Chu Ming in this world from now on.

But Zuo Mu remembers the shame of the past and today.

This person doesn't want to kill yet, and now he has already roared in his heart, he must let him taste endless torture, and let him suffer boundless suffering.

Chu Ming, who forgot himself, couldn't see everything, but Han Xian, who was in the middle of history, did take everything into his eyes, and he could only watch from the sidelines, and sighed in his heart: "This is also fate." ”

There is no doubt that this is Chu Ming's fate.

His efforts with Lone Fish could not break the imperial seal, and he was even more miserable, trapped in the icy river and suffering for thousands of years.

"Poof~~~"

Zuo Mu's fist pierced directly through Chu Ming's chest, and the state of selflessness was immediately awakened, and the great sage of the ensemble was also dispersed by this abrupt disturbance.

Blood gushed out of his mouth, flying on the Great Sage's Relic Qin, and Chu Ming didn't care about the fist that pierced his right chest.

The hateful, mournful eyes couldn't see it, let alone their own flying blood, but only their own hope was passing rapidly.

"Ah~~"

"Zheng~~~"

There was a terrible roar, and it was even a piano whistle, and Chu Ming's blood-stained fingers ended when he plucked the strings once, and the wind was suddenly bent, and it had become the sound of the ghost and the undead.

This mournful roar and sound whistle have become Chu Ming's obsession and despair, and the sound waves followed the air and invaded the layers of red threads, but they did not linger for them, but fell directly on the red thread's body and submerged in their hearts.

"Poof~~"

The star map of the red line was originally stormy and rainy, and how could it be attacked like this at this moment, the star map suddenly dimmed, and the wisps of red line that originally filled the sky suddenly darkened.

At this moment, how can they still disperse the power of Xuanling's arrows, and what can they use to restrain Xuanling's arrows.

That arrow was still simple and did not show a trace of Dao power, but in order to break away from everything and shoot towards the emperor's seal, there should be no more obstacles here, and this time there is no longer a chain of chains.

"No~~~"

All this fell in Zuo Mu's eyes, the target of that arrow was something closely related to him, and just now, if he could directly cut Chu Ming's life, piercing his heart with his fist or shattering his skull, then he would not have the slightest chance to make a howling ghost undead sound, and Chu Ming could indeed breathe eagerly under his fist now.

And it was his own arrogance and pride that helped Chu Ming with success, and even more successfully helped Xuanling Arrow get rid of the shackles of the red line.

And this 'no' is powerless and deeply sad.

There were too many voices in the air that were ignored by the red line, but only the whirring sound of the Xuanling arrow breaking through the air did linger in the bottom of my heart, and my eyes stood up resolutely.

"No one can ruin it in front of me. ”

Han Xian's gaze was suddenly startled, the red line had disappeared from the place, and in the blink of an eye or without blinking, the red line appeared in front of the emperor's seal.

And that arrow, which does not recognize everything, will not distinguish everything, and those who stand in the way will either be pierced or still pierced.

"Poof~~"

The red line's beautiful face turned white, and the slightest line of blood floated when the eyes were neutral, and the Xuanling arrow broke into her chest, but the arrow still did not disperse, and it pierced directly from the back.

Obviously, the red line is using his own life to block the lonely fish's obsession with death.

And the Xuanling Arrow will not stop at the red line, after all, the target of the lone fish is not it, but the imperial seal behind the red line.

But at this moment, the Xuanling arrow must stop under the will of the red line, although the arrow blade is through the back, but the red line's show hand does firmly grasp the tail of the arrow in his hand.

And the red light overflowed from the wound, since the red line wanted to leave the Xuanling arrow, then the power of the falling sun had to be borne by her alone.

And the golden dragon lying on the emperor's seal dragon lock was staring at the arrow blade coldly, and he must have been glad in his heart, in the end he still stopped, and the dragon breath in his mouth finally spit out, no doubt the emperor's seal didn't want the red line to fall like this, and the tide-like vitality crossed into the arrow.

But it's more like a drop in the bucket, and she can only live and die on her own.

And the figure of the red line is detached from the front of the emperor's seal, even if she is created by heaven and earth, she can't stand still in the wind at this moment, and falls straight to the land of Weishan, but she does have no one to help her on the ground.

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