Later, everyone knew that at that time, the number one in the world of martial arts disasters was actually called "Su Xu щww{][lā} Qin Fake Immortal recalled the words of the innkeeper, and immediately felt a chill. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info In front of Su Huanzhen, who was once famous and even Ouyang Shangzhi could kill him, he asked if he wanted to take his son's life, which ...... It must be impressive. It is said that the big shopkeeper really ran to face the world's No. 1 prime continuation fate, and after dropping a trick of chrysanthemum, he fell into the wilderness and fled without knowing what to do. For a while, Qin Fake Immortal liked to take his newly acquired little brother to pass by the public pavilion and go to the inn to send Bai Ju to eat the overlord meal. Until one day, Lao Qin, who was lonely in his heart, couldn't help but flirt with an ice beauty, and was burned out by the snow in the fire. After recuperating from their injuries for a long time, the group of three shivered and avoided it. Until one day, Qin Fake Immortal was very happy to find out that the mysterious innkeeper was actually his own person, so he was willing to send it to the door again.

But at that time, Su really died again. A long time has passed.

At this time!

The big shopkeeper sent blood-stained head flowers and white chrysanthemums, and finished saying that. Su was really sad and vomited three bowls of blood, and went straight to Yundu Mountain. No one thought that the fragrant white lotus, who chose to give up outside the Thousand Evil Cave, would question a page of the predecessor who helped him a lot for a woman who was thought to be dead by the world. There are also many people who guess that in fact, Mrs. Su's style has been living under the secret protection of Su Huan. It's just that there are too many facts in the rivers and lakes, until someone came to the door with Bai Ju to remind him, Su Huanzhen suddenly found out that he didn't know when his son had been separated from him, and even his wife Fengling had disappeared from the secluded grove for a long time.

Su is really not a qualified husband and father. He accepted Bai Ju and ran to save it, but he failed to learn his wife's whereabouts under the conspiracy.

And the person who secretly guarded the mother and son of the grace bell didn't suddenly appear until the final moment!

Annihilation.

In front of a cave, the guardian with a white cloth on his eyes heard the sound of the wind behind his ears, and was stabbed in the back of the head with a heavy sword, and almost became a concussion before passing out. After that, in the dark cave, the blood-red prison pool was about to lead to the ground, and silently, a yellow rune paper brought subtle spiritual power that did not belong to the Wheel of Destruction space, clinging to the bottom of the prison pool and submerging into the ground together.

When the estimated time was about the same, the dark space fluctuated, and a long-lost figure appeared, still dressed in white with short hair, but there were three more deep marks on the center of his eyebrows than in the past, and by the way, he changed his sword, which was a broad-bodied giant sword on his shoulder.

The blade of the sword was raised, pointing straight in the direction of the previous prison pond falling into the land, and suddenly with a force, he smashed it with his hands! Boom, the swirling wind, the splashing soil, and the spatial fluctuations invisible to the naked eye set off a dark storm in the cave in an instant, "The qi source is broken, give it to me!" Even with the help of the power of the heavy sword, it is actually three points more stable than the immature sword moves of a hundred years ago. Behind him, two figures snatched out one after another, and entered the lair of the Demon of Extermination along the broken spatial passage!

This is to save people.

The roar of the Ten Thousand Demon Heavenly Fingers rang out immediately, and in a dim space, it was a terrifying and terrible situation. The two large vats are connected by a hose, and the blood is churning, and in one is a handsome young man with his eyes closed, and in the other is a black-haired woman covered in blood. The white cloak swept in the shadows, the black hair covered half of the eyes, the cold sword and the white fox pressed the sword with one hand, and then entered the land of demons, with no fear on his face.

At this moment, a sword wind containing boundless Dao Qi suddenly rushed into it from the outside, brazenly confronting each other with the Ten Thousand Demon Heavenly Fingers! White-haired and black-clothed, the middle-aged Taoist Innate Cave Mingjing evolved the sword qi with his palm, swept away a piece of clarity in the chaos with one hand, and shouted: "Don't delay!"

Darkness strikes back.

The skin of the Manifestation Demon festered, and he raised his hand with a scream. The wind tornado came from above, stirring up chaos. A piece of yellow rune paper from the hand of the thank master was slapped on the cylinder by the cold sword white fox, and with a click, the blood exchange process that had reached the end was immediately stopped.

With a bloodstained face and a gaze staring at the young man in the opposite tank, Ling raised his head weakly and saw the first glance of the cold sword white fox: "You ......"

"Auntie. ”

The cold sword white fox called in a low voice, and as soon as he raised his hand, he quickly lifted the style bell out of the tank! Before, you were reluctant to leave because you hesitated to exchange blood for your beloved son, can you go with me now?

In the blink of an eye, the style bell was already on the back of the cold sword white fox who didn't mind the blood.

"Ahh In an instant, the three of them disappeared into the illusory space, and suddenly returned to the dark cave.

The heavy sword that Fuji made was pointed at the throat of a person.

That person seemed to be young, and he was the Sun God, one of the Seven Heroes of the Creation of the World, who was entrusted by Su Huanzhen and followed Su Xuyuan all the way to the Destruction Realm.

"Is it done?"

Fuji did the other hand to pull the hair, and smashed the ground with a backhand sword, and in the boom, the entire cave was destroyed: "Then leave together!"

There is no room for resistance.

Dong Mingjing held the Sun God hostage and left the Destruction Realm, and only after confirming that this person was not an evil demon did he turn into light and leave again. Prior to this, the Cold Sword White Fox had already rushed all the way with the style bell, targeting a village ten miles north of the Public Pavilion. That village was once destroyed, and then rebuilt with the help of a chivalrous warrior named Shi Jiuru, which was the place where the former night sorrow rain was besieged by Feng Wushou's pursuit after being affected by Qin Xiaochuan. Now there, in the name of the miracle doctor night sorrow rain, a small courtyard has been placed.

In a hurry, the cold sword white fox climbed over the wall. On his back, the first beauty of the nightless sky, who was known for her lightness and grace in the past, was covered with blood and no longer had the slightest beauty, and she only had her last breath left at this time.

A jade bottle came from the side, and someone fed her a mouthful of water full of spiritual energy in time. The cold sword white fox raised his head and called "Mother". The woman holding the jade bottle had a cold face, white hair without any decoration, and was dressed in black and wearing a red cloak: "The night sorrow and rain are waiting for you!"

Talking about the smile eyebrows here. The divine doctor who was regarded as her master was also here. The human blood cells that had been cultivated from the immortal source retrieved from the Hall of Immortality at all costs in order to cure sepsis for Fuji had not been used up, and now the only thing in the bitter realm was that Ye Sorrow Rain had the certainty to cure all blood-related diseases.

It's a pity that the evil qi in the body of the son of the style bell that causes blood corruption is not among them. After all, the affairs of the demons are different from simple illnesses.

The process of exchange transfusion lasted one day and one night.

When the courtyard door opened, Fujido, who had been silently guarding all night, raised his head and saw the first thing he saw was the familiar red and white silk dress. With white hair and shawl in the night and rain, and the little daisy still on his sideburns, he slowly walked out of the courtyard and raised his hand to hold up a white paper umbrella. A hundred years have passed, nourished by many elixirs, her face has not changed at all, only the slower and slower movements, and the more and more loose skin under the sleeves, seem to narrate the passage of time.

"It's nice to be able to save one more person at the end of my life. ”

Ye Sorrow Yu said: "Have you waited for a long time?"

There was no rain, but the sun was getting hotter. Half of the paper umbrella has been moved to Fuji's head, and after so many years, the two of them still have no name before, but they are more like getting along with each other, and they are used to it.

"It's here, let's cry back to the rain house together. Fuji raised his hand to take the paper umbrella, shielding the night rain from the sun, and his fingers trembled slightly as he swept the white hair in her ear.

"Hmm. "Probably after a day and a night of hard work, the night sorrow rain closed his eyes slightly at this time, and suddenly his body leaned outward, and the person had fallen to the ground-

The paper umbrella snapped and fell underfoot.

"Night Sorrow and Rainy !!"

Time has passed a year.

Su really fell, but got up again. The Central Plains has never lost its guardians, and the pillars of the Bitterness have never been truly struck down by any demons.

When it was the most difficult halfway, Qin Fake Immortal also hurriedly ran to the inn to ask for help from the people in the inside, Xiao Zhongjian shot, Huo Zhongxue shot, and even Yi Qiunian, who occasionally returned from traveling, also helped him. However, from beginning to end, Su really never stepped into the inn. Perhaps, the fragrant white lotus was afraid that she would not be able to help it, so she asked a question.

The big shopkeeper of the inn who loves to send white chrysanthemums was finally blindfolded once, and it is said that the main messenger is the son of Qin Fake Immortal and Young Master Jin, the son of Ye Xiaochai in the past. Later, the most ruthless shadow corpse man was blown up with a white chrysanthemum in his sleep, and then Qin Fake Immortal's attitude towards the big shopkeeper suddenly became affectionate, like a family.

A year later, after the last operation in his life, the night and rain finally came, and his life was over. He was buried by Fuji in the middle of the weeping rain with his own hands.

"I'm leaving. ”

Standing in front of the Yewu Yu tablet, Fuji did to light the everlasting lamp: "Go to Xiwulin to find a hope." Outside the weeping rain, there stood a white-haired and black-clothed Taoist figure in the sun. Dong Mingjing said: "Hmm. ”

Someone once said that in the hands of the descendants of the Xiwu Lin Jun clan, there is the hope of resurrecting the dead.

"Although Ye Sorrow Rain said, life and death are only reincarnation. But living in the martial arts, if a person loses hope, he is just a walking corpse!" Fujido looked at the name engraved by himself on the tablet. Martial arts practitioners will live longer than ordinary people. Ye Chou Yu has a high talent in medical skills, but his physique is weak and he is unable to practice martial arts.

From the day he met the night sorrowful rain, Fuji had already expected this kind of ending. It's just that he thought that the one who would take the first step was himself.

"If he comes back, tell him that he has never been blamed. ”

Saving people is the choice of night sorrow.

The choice he made was to respect the choices of the people around him! The fist in his sleeve slowly tightened, and he suddenly turned outward, and the corners of his clothes crossed a still chic arc in the wind. Maybe the sword on his shoulder is too heavy, so that Fuji's steps to step out of this threshold are also three points heavier.

“…… The night sorrow and rain are dead, why don't you come back?"

The sun is shining.

The mountains and forests turn green and yellow, and there are many reincarnations.

Suddenly, one day, Tan Xiaomei, who was sorting out the relics left behind by the night sorrowful rain, remembered something and asked Leng Jian White Fox: "Who told you that the style bell is in the lair of the Ten Thousand Demon Heavenly Fingers?"

"Huh?" Cold Sword White Fox's heart moved: "Dong Mingjing received a letter. ”

"Whose letter did that?" Tan Xiaomei asked as if he had a premonition.

Cold Sword White Fox's brows slowly furrowed. He hadn't seen the letter with his own eyes. At this time, it had been a long time since someone who loved to save people had disappeared.

No one knows whether that person is alive or dead. Wu Lin has completely forgotten the three words "Qin Xiaochuan". Only when the people of the inn occasionally meet, Yi Qiunian always likes to pour a glass of wine under the table.

The question of talking about Xiaomei is actually a question for many people. After Dong Mingjing received the letter, he contacted the thank you teacher and Shanlong Yinxiu, concealing that Rin Ruomei had been looking for clues to the letter. But the letter seems to appear out of thin air. Either that, that person's light martial arts and body method are on a higher level.

The sun was shining brightly on this day.

View the sea.

The sound of the waves is not extinguished. A white-haired man walked to the beach, dressed in purple, and carrying an ordinary sword that looked like it had been bumpy after a hundred battles.

"You're the one who made an appointment with me to fight?" The swinger who sat on the reef and watched the sea was dressed in a black power suit, and he was also born with white hair, and his hair exploded unruly, only tied up at the back of his head. The wind blew across the sand, and although no footsteps were heard, the breath of getting closer and closer was palpable.

The breath was like seawater, wind, fire, and clouds in the sky.

"It's me. In the lower Qin San. "The white-haired man has long hair and a shawl, and his purple clothes are slightly old, and they don't fit at all. His voice was calm and sincere, and he still had a string of wooden prayer beads hanging from his sword-holding wrist, and he put one hand together before killing: "Hello, White Horse!"