Song Qian's breathing was so heavy that it seemed to be in his ears.

Tu Shanling turned around and ran back to him, and as soon as she raised her hand, her hand was grasped.

Song Qian: "Ah Ling." ”

Tu Shanling: "I'm here." ”

Song Qian smiled with relief.

Tu Shanling was stunned.

Ah Qian, is he so happy just because he is here?

Song Qian relieved himself, "It's okay." ”

Tu Shanling squeezed Song Qian's palm hard, "Is this still called okay?!This is a demon, if you don't solve it, you will never be able to step into the realm of Taixu." ”

Song Qian: "I know. ”

Tu Shanling felt that Song Qian's solution to the demon was very negative, and it gave her the feeling that Song Qian was a little afraid and a little resistant to solve the demon.

She sighed in her heart, after missing eighteen years, she didn't know Ah Qian as well as before.

Song Qian: "Let's go." ”

Tu Shanling had the best place to make a hole before, she made a mark there, Song Qian noticed it as soon as she recovered, and the sword qi surged out, piercing the ground, and after a while, a hole that allowed one person to enter appeared on the ground.

Tu Shanling: "Be careful, Lingwei may be here." ”

She reminded and jumped first.

She landed several times with her feet on the dirt wall, and landed smoothly.

She stood at the bottom of the ground, and there was a small arm-thick passage at eye level with large and small nests hanging high and low in the passage, which were somewhat like beehives, but they were really the nests of dream tapirs.

Tu Shanling's divine sense extended along the passage, looking for a possible spirit tail.

Everything that happened in the city above was related to dreams, and she had already guessed in her heart that perhaps those animals that were moving were also related to dreams.

However, ordinary dream tapirs do not have such ability, generally speaking, dream tapirs have little impact on people's dreams, for example, a person originally had nightmares, dreaming of being chased by walking corpses, dream tapirs at most let a walking corpse become a group.

Today, Tu Shanling saw a group of dream tapirs weaving dreams directly, which is a completely extraordinary thing, to say that there is no external force, she is the first to disbelieve it.

In addition, the dream tapir's lair is just at the bottom of the phantom array, and the possibility of the dream tapir using the power of the spirit tail is very high.

Song Qian also jumped down, his gaze moved to another passage, there were also many nests in this passage, and he released his divine sense like Tu Shanling, extending along the passage.

The passage is long, as if there is no end to it.

Song Qian's spirit suddenly shook, and his divine consciousness was swept into a whirlpool, which kept spinning and sinking, breaking through the layers of fog and falling into a gray sky.

Song Qian couldn't feel his body, he seemed to be just a ball of divine consciousness.

He looked ahead and saw another Song Qian Imperial Sword breaking through the air, and the ice-blue sword light seemed to freeze even the air.

It's this day again.

Song Qian thought angrily.

On this day eighteen years ago, he experienced it more than 5,000 times in his dreams, and he remembered clearly how many crows flew in the sky.

The only difference this time was that he stood in the perspective of God and watched the other Song Qian experience pain again.

Song Qian landed in the wilderness, and as far as the eye could see, Moling City stood majestically, but there were only scorched grass and trees and blood-stained land under his feet.

He knelt on the ground, his fingers digging into the cracked earth, picking up a clod of dirt, and squeezing it hard, until the broken soil was still dark red.

The soil was soaked in blood and stained all red.

The terrifying aura of the Red Flame Demon Array still made all the demons and monsters stay away, only the brainless and greedy crows stood on top of the ruins in groups, with a terrifying cold light in their eyes, they didn't feel scared, but they were reluctant to leave, and they always felt that they could quickly pick up a piece of minced meat and fly away quickly, and no one could hurt them.

Song Qian shouted angrily: "Get out!"

The crow fluttered its wings and flew towards the dead tree, but a pair of bean eyes were still staring at Song Qian, as if judging when he would die and how much meat they could eat.

Song Qian played a sword trick and controlled the slashing mind to break through the soil layer.

He didn't believe it, he didn't believe that Ah Ling would fall like this.

He still has a lot to say to Ah Ling.

For the first time, he lost his lightness and grace, and danced wildly in the sky and on the earth, and the land was shattered into powder, enveloping the world beyond sight.

From dusk to dusk, from dawn to early morning, Song Qian never stopped, the spiritual power in his body dried up little by little, the meridians ached, and his head was dizzy.

He recalled the slashing thoughts, holding the hilt of the sword in both hands, and digging into the depths little by little with only the strength of his body.

The spiritual power in his body was gradually recovering, but he didn't feel anything, and he was still looking for Tu Shanling with only his physical strength.

No, no, it's still not there.

In the area of the Red Flame Demon Array, he dug a huge pit with manpower, and he stood with a sword at the bottom of the pit, and the light in his eyes was receding little by little.

Song Qian stood stunned and muttered: "You pulled me out of my world, let me see the love, hatred, and stupidity in the world, how can you bear to leave me alone in the world." Tu Shanling, you come back. ”

The crows screamed excitedly, sensing that a living person was about to become their food.

Song Qian's cold eyes swept away, and he suddenly raised his sword and walked towards the crow.

Did you eat it?

Spit it out for me!

The crows sensed the danger and flapped their wings to escape, but where they had the speed of the thought, once they thought about it, one of the crows exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

The crows were happy when they saw others die, but when it was their turn to die, they were not happy at all, they screamed hoarsely, but no one could save them.

Another raven was killed, and in the blood mist, there seemed to be a bright silver thing falling.

No sound!

Song subconsciously went to pick it up, but Bu Ring was picked up by another person.

His eyes were bloodshot, "Give it to me." ”

"Song Zimu, do you want it, kneel down and beg me!" The voice of the person who came was faint, and it sounded a little familiar, but he couldn't tell who it was.

Song Qian's eyes were dyed red little by little, he couldn't see anything clearly, and there was only a blurry shadow in front of him.

He was in a very bad state, but he had to take it back if it didn't sound, and he turned his wrist, raised his sword in front of his forehead, and stabbed forward with all his might.

The person who came said sarcastically: "Yo, didn't the pride of heaven eat today?

Song Qian didn't say a word, just attacked.

When people came to see the moves, their skills were not under Song Qian, and they were still in their heyday, fighting against Song Qian was like a cat and mouse, and they had to tease each other enough.

The person who came suddenly raised a hand behind his back and said lightly: "I let you have one hand, I don't know you...... Okay?"

Normally, Song Qian would inevitably brush his sleeves when he heard this kind of words, but at this time, there was only no sound in his eyes, he just wanted to grab it.

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