"Need my help?"

"Don't do it for the time being, you first break through the third layer of the "Anode Xuanzhen Spectrum" as soon as possible to be serious. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info" urges the voice called the big yang fish.

"However, after I rest for a while, I will continue to cultivate. ”

The young man shook his head helplessly, although he had to break the shackles on his own, he also needed time to adapt and adjust. The big yang fish has been pressing harder and harder recently, could it be that something will happen?

The young man was puzzled, but he was also worried about the little yin fish that he had sheltered, so he couldn't help but flash a white light in his hand, and more than fifty bamboos appeared in his hand.

As he recited the words in his mouth, these 50 bamboos underwent eighteen changes and finally turned into six hexagrams. (Note 1)

The man frowned, this little yin fish is...... Again in distress? When it was time to count again, the voice of the big yang fish echoed in his ears again:

"It's useless for you to worry now, with your current cultivation, it's not enough to fill in that person's teeth, let alone save people. Grasping cultivation is the right thing to do!"

The young man seemed to have a wry smile on his face, and made a rare joke:

"I really don't know if you want to get out of this gourd realm, or if I want to go out of this gourd realm, why do I think you are more anxious than me?

"No, it's just that I'm afraid my days are running out now. ”

What the man didn't expect was that Da Yang Yu really answered him, and his tone was kind, as if he was saying goodbye, which made him feel uneasy, "You ......"

On the other side, the battle between the wind python and Tao Muxian has also become white-hot, and the two of them fight quickly, and in the end, only pieces of afterimages are left in the sky above this clearing. Wang Mei even needed to use his divine sense to see the movements of the two of them.

Finally, with the sound of "ding", two figures, one peach and one red, reappeared, but at this time, the peach-colored figure could not maintain its standing demeanor, but brought a trace of embarrassment.

Unlike Zheng Mo's previous embarrassment, Tao Muxian's clothes had been cut by the dagger of the wind snake at this time, but the shadow that was originally in my hand was gone, and only her messy hair showed what kind of battle she had just experienced.

"Hehe, I didn't expect that you have already broken through the late stage of concentrating, and you are about to enter the body shaping in one step, and I am relieved to hand over such an Amo to you!"

After that, Tao Muxian didn't give anyone a chance to say anything more, a trace of blood slowly flowed from the corner of her mouth, and her originally bewitching face suddenly changed at this moment, and finally turned into a girl's face that was more than delicate, but not glamorous.

The girl glanced at Zheng Mo again, and fell to the ground that had turned into stone powder with a pop. The peach-colored clothes were dyed with a layer of gray and black earth, which looked extremely bleak.

"Give. ”

With a light turn, the wind python returned to Wang Mei's side from the field, she raised her hand and handed a small sword hidden in her palm to Zheng Mo, who was looking at the peach-colored corpse in a daze.

Zheng Mo didn't raise his hand to take it, but instead ran towards the peach-colored corpse as if he was crazy, muttering in his mouth:

"No...... Hwa...... How could it be Ah Hua......"

Hearing his whispering, Lu Zhan's body also stiffened, and his sparse eyebrows were full of disbelief that was about to overflow.

"Who is Ah Hua?" This time, Wang Mei was no longer silent, this was the second time that Zheng Mo had lost control of the owner of this Shadow Inheritance Sword, and this time she had to ask about cause and effect.

"Ah Hua, surnamed Han. It is the adopted daughter of our master and Ai Feixi, who grew up with us in Momen. We were born among the scholars, and the indifference of family affection was often chilling, but in Momen, we were taken care of like relatives.

Ah Mo and I both regarded her as a relative, and at the age of fifteen, they were even designated as double cultivation partners......

Lu Zhan seemed to be still in shock, and as soon as Wang Mei asked, he answered stupidly.

After the words came out, he suddenly realized what he had said, but he looked at Wang Mei's still condensed side face, and he didn't know whether to be happy or regretful for a while.

Looking at Zheng Mo, who was already red in his eyes and couldn't help himself, and then looked at the wind snake that froze in place after hearing the identity of the woman, Wang Mei sighed in his heart, and suddenly had some knots.

I had to strike the tiger-faced clock again, which stunned the eleven officials, and then slowly, one by one, beat the ancient tune.

He also sang along with the tune:

"The peach is dying, scorching its bloom.

The son is home, and it is appropriate for him to live in his room.

The peach is dying, and there is a fact.

The son is home, and his family room is appropriate.

The peach is dying, and its leaves are blooming.

The son is home, and it is suitable for his family. (Note 2)

The words that were originally joyful were struck by the chimes with mournful notes. And as she sang, Zheng Mo's tears finally dropped, and his slender hand stroked the sideburns of the peach-clothed woman, and kept murmuring: "Why, why, why ......"

Wang Mei looked at this scene, and his heart was sad, where are there so many in this world? In fact, it is just a few words that are difficult to see, want to see, not to see and eternal secret.

This woman doesn't recognize Zheng Mo, she has her own hardships, and she is isolated in front of several people, and naturally has her own intentions, but now, no matter how she calculates, a living life will be buried after all.

Those who are alive must always sing forward and move forward, so as to live up to this life of life to death.

"Ah Mo, what is in Aunt Hua's hands?" Meng Zhen's voice was particularly clear in a sad atmosphere. Everyone looked at him according to what he said, and sure enough, they saw the peach-clothed woman's right hand clenched tightly, and a trace of pale color appeared between her fingers.

Zheng Mo trembled and broke the woman's hand, and a piece of pure white silk cloth was densely covered with small red characters.

The dagger in the hand of the wind python on the side has disappeared for some time, and her delicate face has returned to its original coldness, and there is no emotion in her snake eyes, only the lips that are still tightly pursed reveal her emotions.

As the time passed for a cup of tea, the night birds in the entire bush were startled by a sudden solitary howl.

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Three days later, in the sparse woods of Chaos Island, a rustling sound signaled that someone was hurrying towards him. The first one was dressed in red, and his face was full of slaughter.

The three people who came after him were blue, yellow and purple. They all looked worriedly at the man who was speeding in front of them. Zheng Mo has been silent like this for three days, and since that day, he seems to have tensed all his nerves, all for revenge.

The silk cloth recorded that Hanwha was taken into the gourd by Kim Buluo, and she was erased from all her memories, and like all other living souls who entered here, she was included in Chaos Island by the Chaos Island Lord.

And because she has a sound soul and is a cultivator herself, as soon as she entered Chaos Island, she was favored by the Lord of Chaos Island and filled the last position in the Nine Qings.

Time in Chaos Island is different from the outside world, and she has been here for nearly a thousand years. And in the past thousand years, due to her decisive killing, she has gradually gained a firm position on Chaos Island. But looking for memories is a secret that she has always hidden in her heart.

Note 1: Six hexagrams: devouring bacon, poisoning, miserliness, no blame. Xiang said: In case of poison, the position is inappropriate.

Note 2: "The Book of Poetry"