The music produced by the train rolling on the tracks is monotonous, monotonous and sleep-inducing.

The driver is estimated to have fallen asleep a long time ago, and only the coolies who constantly add coal to this old-fashioned train are still sticking to their posts.

The night was long for them, or every weekday night was long for them.

Shoveling coal without shoveling, occasionally stopping to laze and looking out at the sky that spreads below the horizon in the distance.

"Huh?"

The coal shovelers saw a light that crossed the sky, and then a second and a third, as if the stars in the sky had agreed to fall into the mortal dust at this time.

It's just that the colors of some shooting stars seem to be a little strange......

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"Huh?"

Mo Ye, who was 'barbecue' the 'Qilin Arm', seemed to notice something, and he raised his head.

Mo Ye, who has amazing eyesight and a talent for perception, can see from the train that the clouds under the night collide and separate, separate and collide with each other.

and figures and weapons wrapped in streamers.

This is the cultivators fighting the Fa.

Mo Xie's heart sank, and he immediately extinguished the charcoal fire in front of him, and the whole person retracted his breath and lay down on the charcoal pile, as if he was one with the black charcoal.

With the experience of being besieged and killed last time, facing the cultivator Mo Ye already had a feeling like a criminal facing a law enforcement officer.

This lie was done in one go, and the coherent movements did not stir up even the slightest wind.

However, this is not evil, the 'immortals' who fight in the sky don't care about what is happening on the earth, and they don't even care much about things like 'whether there are witnesses'.

Nonsense, the guy who says something like 'I see a god in the sky' will be considered a psychopath.

It's just that these 'immortals' pinched each other for Mao?

And look like it's still playing hotly?

……

"Qin Ming! Good dogs don't get in the way!"

The white-clothed Shengxue, the sword light is like a dragon, it should be the standard configuration of the knights of the rivers and lakes, but the white-clothed and the owner of the sword light looks slightly obscene, so this artistic conception is ruined.

"Dang!"

The imperial envoy's flying sword opened the attacking weapon, and the white-clothed man was already sweating on his forehead.

At this moment, his ten success power is less than fifty percent, but his opponent is not comfortable.

"Shh......h Beware of me telling you what you say, old dog, and see how you Zhou Xian will walk in the cultivation realm in the future. ”

Provocatively pointing at the man in white with the flying sword that had just been withdrawn from his hand, Qin Ming was already a little out of breath.

His consumption is even more powerful than Zhou Xian, although he knows that he can't win the opponent in front of him, but he definitely doesn't want to lose in the verbal battle.

"Whoosh!"

There is nothing to talk about, being pointed at with a sword is already a great insult to Zhou Xian.

Transporting the magic trick and urging the flying sword again, as the leader of the younger generation of the Zhou family, Zhou Xian was the first group of people to rush to Zhangxian County.

It's just that he can only get stuck at the border of Zhangxian County.

for the man in front of him stopped him.

Qin Ming.

Qin Ming, one of the 'Four Tigers of the Northwest'.

Even if he overwhelmed the other party in the pure realm, a guy like Zhou Xian, who lacked actual combat experience, still couldn't achieve a quick victory.

Qin Ming was wasting Zhou Xian's time.

Or rather, he's buying time for someone.

……

A city lit by firelight.

"Drink!"

The hand wrapped in golden light pressed against the lower abdomen of a corpse.

The corpse of the silkworm was no longer recognizable, and its chest and abdomen were charred black, as if a large amount of flesh had been stripped of by someone with a sharp weapon before his death.

Drink lightly, urging the old mantra in your heart.

"Click!"

Like the sound of unlocking, something seemed to have been opened in this corpse.

"Venerable Datong, I will laugh at your inheritance. ”

There was a smile in the flirtatious voice, and the moment the hand with the golden light left the corpse, the corpse turned into powder, and the shattered Cheng Dù really didn't even have any bones left.

Haoqiang, who used to laugh proudly, couldn't even leave his ashes after his death.

Killing people is not enough.

Who is it that makes such a decisive move?!

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It was a cold night, especially in the second half of the night.

Lan Xin learned how to take care of herself very early.

She opened a room in a roadside hotel with a forged ID card, and even the police couldn't find out where she slept tonight.

Putting her backpack down on the bedside table, the girl didn't turn on the TV or go to the shower.

She sat cross-legged on the bed and began her meditation for the day.

Lan Xin has never slackened off on the cultivation of spiritual power, but due to her age and cultivation time, she can only achieve such strength for the time being.

Like the fatal knife on the train, she can send out a total of ten blows at this moment, and any more will be out of strength.

Meditate and sink your mind deep into your brain.

Mobilize the memories stored in the brain and turn them into spiritual power.

Soon reached the limit, Lan Xin's upper limit of spiritual power at this time had already been reached, and even if he meditated again, he couldn't make any more spiritual power.

However, tonight's practice will not be stagnant because of the issue of the upper limit of mental power.

"Brush!"

Lan Xin opened her eyes, and she stared at a flying knife that had already been placed in front of her.

With her mind, the flying knife was held up by her spiritual power.

Then came the second throwing knife.

Lan Xin had already taken out all the flying knives in his backpack.

It wasn't until all twenty flying knives floated in front of Lan Xin that she took a breather.

"Go!"

He took out almost all of his mental power and shot out the throwing knives, and the throwing knives were inserted into the wall opposite Lan Xin, leaving only the hilt exposed.

This hand is like using a throwing knife as a nail, and telekinesis is a hammer to hit a nail.

Taking a deep breath, Lan Xin took advantage of the empty level of mental power to enter effective meditation again.

About an hour later......

"......!"

The spiritual power was full again, and Lan Xin pulled out the flying knife on the wall with her mental power, but compared to shooting the flying knife into the wall, she felt extremely difficult when she only pulled out the fifth handle.

It's just that she still pulls it out hard, and for this reason big drops of sweat broke out on her forehead.

Squeezing one's own mental strength is not a comfortable thing.

However, this pain is not something intolerable for Lan Xin.

This is her method of cultivating mental power - first meditating, then expending, then meditating, and so on.

This poor little girl stubbornly uses this almost masochistic method to improve her strength.

Outside the window, it was still pitch black.

No one knows how long it will take for Lan Xin to fall asleep.

Maybe she'll practice until dawn......

(l~1`x*>+``+