"Either kill Xia Qingchen, or reward you to an elder. The Lord of the Dark Moon said in a tone that could not be denied.

The purple-eyed demon girl was in a painful mood, like a needle prick.

On the one hand, he is a long-cherished wish to fight for it all his life, and on the other hand, he is the heaviest man in his life.

How did she choose?

"My patience is limited. After a long time of no answer, the voice of the Lord of the Dark Moon became cold.

The purple-eyed demon girl whispered, "I...... Mission accepted!"

She has already made her choice.

"Swallow the corpse brain pill!" the Lord of the Dark Moon said indifferently, "Within three months, carry Xia Qingchen's head to receive the antidote. ”

If not, the toxicity will explode, and the purple-eyed demon girl will die outside.

The purple-eyed demon girl didn't say a word, and opened her mouth to swallow the most terrifying poison in the dark moon!

"Go ahead!"

The purple-eyed demon girl got up, clasped her fists and bowed, and resolutely turned away.

Inside the house, only the Lord of the Dark Moon and the Forgetful Saintess in the shadows remained.

"I hope she can erase the feelings in her heart. The Lord of the Dark Moon sighed.

The purple-eyed demon girl is her favorite and most admired saint, and she is also the best heir.

She doesn't want the purple-eyed demon girl to bury her future because of love.

The Forgetful Saintess came from the shadows, and the flickering light made it impossible to see her expression: "She, she will not come back." ”

In her crystal eyes, there is a trace of indescribable complexity.

Time flickered, and half a month passed.

Tiannan City was lost, Bai Zhantian died in the border, and this news swept the land of the Three Realms like a tornado!

Mortals far away in the Middle Cloud Realm have heard of it.

Only Xia Qingchen, who forgets the dust mound and doesn't ask about the world, doesn't know anything about it.

this day.

The sky above the hut was black and steaming, and there was a sound of wolves crying and ghosts, and whimpering sounded.

The listener is upset and confused!

If you don't see it, you will still be afraid!

And everything is just Xia Qingchen exerting his star power in the thatched hut!

After a month and a half of hard work, he finally reached the Nine Senses of the Great Star Position, standing at the top of the Great Star Position!

The vast majority of martial artists will end their lives here.

Xia Qingchen was only twenty years old, and he had reached the peak of most martial artists' lives!

Inside the house.

He slowly pressed down his arms, and all the abundant star power returned to the star spring.

The sound of ghosts crying in all directions came to an abrupt end, and the ghostly aura in the sky also dispersed.

"It's a pity that the ghost energy is insufficient, and the power of the dementor ghost sound of the "Ghost Hell Heart Sutra" is insufficient. Xia Qingchen has no regrets.

If the ghost qi he obtained was more refined, then the sound of the ghost crying just now would not be as simple as disturbing people's minds.

However, it was already luck to be able to get those ghost qi, and Xia Qingchen didn't dare to ask for more.

After a month and a half of retreat, Xia Qingchen has gained a lot of harvest.

After cultivating for another month, you should be able to accumulate cultivation to the peak of the big star position, and at that time, you can prepare for breaking through the small moon position.

Thinking of this, Xia Qingchen took out a golden silkworm cocoon.

This is the butterfly heart of the Yu family, and after using it, it can enhance some of the cultivation, but its most important use is to guide the opportunity of the small moon position.

It is easy to improve cultivation, but it is rare to have a small moon position.

You must know, how many people have been stuck at the peak of the big star position all their lives and can't make an inch?

Just as he was looking, suddenly, a voice came from outside the door: "Landlord, there is someone under the mountain who wants to see you, he claims to be the old man of the landlord." ”

Xia Qingchen put down his butterfly heart and said indifferently: "Let him come up." ”

Not long after, an old man with a pale face walked to the thatched house tremblingly, and he bowed deeply: "Disciple medicine does not regret, see teacher." ”

It turned out that the person who came was the king of medicine, and he did not regret it.

Xia Qingchen sat in the hut without looking back: "It turned out to be you, is there something wrong?"

At this moment, the medicine is not regretted, it should be in Liangzhou City.

Yao did not regret arching his waist, and said sadly: "Teacher, Southern Xinjiang has fallen!"

Xia Qingchen rubbed the butterfly's heart, his expression was as plain as water, without any ripples: "Oh." ”

Yao Buregret was stunned, is the teacher's reaction that's all?

Back then, for the sake of every inch of mountains and rivers, the teacher could lead the Purple Character Heavenly Regiment to hunt down and kill millions of heroes thousands of miles away!

Now that the entire southern Xinjiang has lost thousands of miles, he is indifferent?

"Teacher, the army of Lounan swallows thousands of miles like a tiger, and the cool realm is in danger. Yao did not regret arching his waist deeper: "The disciple implored the teacher to go out of the mountain and save the cool realm." ”

He firmly believes that in the world, the only person who can save the cool realm is Xia Qingchen!

As long as he is willing to go out of the mountain and raise his arms and exhale, he can lift the morale of the Liangjing army, expel the barbarians, and recover the mountains and rivers!

Xia Qingchen slowly closed his eyes and said indifferently: "My heart is already so famous, forget the world, don't ask about the sorrows and joys of the mortal world, you go back." ”

He had already decided that from now on, he would not ask about the world and concentrate on cultivation.

What the cool state is, it has nothing to do with him.

"Teacher!"

"Sending off!"

The strong man stood in front of Yao Buregret: "My lord, please!"

Yao Wuregret's expression was old, and his eyes were full of sadness: "Teacher, do you really care about our cool situation?"

Xia Qingchen was silent.

He used to manage it, but what did it end up with?

It's not that I don't care, but I can't afford it, and I don't want to care about it anymore.

got a silent answer, and Yao Buregret seemed to be a teenager old, bent over, and staggered down the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain.

Jun Qiye and Saturday were waiting silently.

"Doesn't he want to go out of the mountain?" Looking at Yao Wu's face, Jun Qiye knew that Yao Wuregret failed to invite Xia Qingchen.

Yao Buregret shook his head: "The teacher doesn't ask about the world. ”

Don't you ask about the world?

The corners of Fang Liufang's mouth outlined a trace of bitterness: "It's because my heart is too tired, I don't want to ask again." ”

Jun Qiye carried the hat, was silent for a long time, and suddenly took a long breath, and shouted deafeningly: "Jun Qiye, please go out of the mountain!"

The shouts of the middle moon shook the heavens and the earth.

Under the strong sound wave, the bamboo forest shook all over the mountain, and the bamboo leaves flew and fell.

The sound goes straight inside the hut!

Xia Qingchen waved his hand, and the doors and windows were closed, blocking out the shouting!

"Please God of War out of the mountain!"

However, another wisp of sound whistled.

It was Saturday, and he and Jun Qiye stood at the foot of the mountain together, shouting.

The voices of the two middle moon positions merged in one place, penetrated the doors and windows, and reached Xia Qingchen's ears.

The star power in Xia Qingchen's body flowed, covering the surface of his body, completely isolating the sound of shouting.

"Please God of War out of the mountain!"

However, there was still a hint of voice.

Moreover, it is getting more and more intense, more and more passionate, and more and more majestic!

"Please God of War out of the mountain!"

"God of War, Please......"

"Please ......"

The world is full of the same voice.

The thatched huts trembled, the bamboo forests trembled, and countless green leaves fluttered wildly.

As a result, Xia Qingchen's star power could not be resisted, and it was broken open.

Xia Qingchen got up, jumped into the sky above the bamboo forest, and looked down at the foot of the mountain, his pupils shrunk slightly.

But in the dark and dreary night, there was a fire dragon lined up along the ridge of a hundred miles.

It was tens of thousands of people in the cool realm, each holding a torch, standing at the foot of the Forgotten Dust Hill.

The snow covered their shoulders and soaked their black hair, but it couldn't hide their persistent faces. (Tomorrow night's fifth watch) 2k reading network