Xiaolan,

It should be Jinxi, she is now forced by the situation and has to let Ling Zifeng go out of her life, and she is not chasing down. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The general trend of the world has become more and more exhausting for the Immortal Heavenly Palace, and all the burdens are on her alone.

That's why we can't help but hastily set up today's situation, so that we fall short.

But what made her even more puzzled was that the old monk of Xilin Ancient Temple did not show up this time. You must know that Ling Zifeng's situation at that time was really hanging by a thread, what did this old monk think.

According to the news from Yunzhou, it seems that this old monk has gathered all his forces back, and he is constantly moving in Yunzhou, as if he is planning something.

However, since they left Ling Zifeng alone, it means that there are more important things to do.

For such an important matter, how could it be without the participation of the Immortal Heavenly Palace, this is not Jinxi's character.

The gorgeous carriage and a long dragon-like guard marched towards the 100,000 mountains of the Northern Desert.

Jinxi wants to leave here and go back to the place where she belongs, she wants to go to Tianxin Temple several times to see Qin Xin again, but in the end she still doesn't have the courage.

Although Qin Xin and Ling Mengran were both pointed at the acupoints at that time, they couldn't move or make a sound, but they both saw their own sword inserted into Ling Zifeng's back.

The disbelief of the two at that time, as well as the disappointed and resentful gazes, were like a nightmare, which always accompanied her and lingered.

Jin Xi caressed the curtains with his hand, leaned his head on the window of the carriage, stared at the scenery outside and quickly retreated, a tear slipped silently and drifted out of the window.

Miss, will you hate me?

Jin Xi had a slight question in his heart, and couldn't help but smile coldly: Yes, you must hate me to death!

You should hate me, just as I hate myself. How good it would be if I wasn't the little princess of the Heavenly Palace, how good it would be if I was really just your maid.

If there is an afterlife, I am willing to be an ordinary peasant girl. Be your girl, a girl who has no heart and lungs, cries when she wants to cry, and laughs when she wants to laugh.

You don't have to live so tired, you don't have to pretend to work so hard, sometimes even I feel that I think I am so hypocritical and dirty.

Goodbye, Miss!

Jinxi lowered the curtain, closed his eyes, tightened the fox fur on his body, and wrapped his small body tightly, but he still felt very cold, very cold.....

The long procession was running silently, the carriage was running smoothly forward, and the woman in the carriage fell into a deep sleep, and a drop of crystal tears slipped on the luxurious fox hair.

Luo Jinxi,

You must always remember that you are the little princess of the ancestors...

Luo Jinxi,

You have to understand the responsibility you have on your shoulders, and you have the future of the Immortal Heavenly Palace on your shoulders...

Younger sister

In the future, the fate of the ancestors will be in your hands......

Brother

I will definitely complete my mission, end this thousand-year-old wait with my own hands, recapture the Soul Eater Sword, master the Reincarnation Sword Codex, explore the ancient secrets of Kyushu, and recreate the eternal glory of my ancestors.

Brother

I failed again......

Miss

Forgive me...

In her sleep, her eyelashes are wrinkled, her words are sad, her expression is sad...

And just as they were heading towards the 100,000 mountains. Dozens of miles away from the Bulao Peak is the border of the Northern Desert.

The wind was howling, the leaves were falling all over the sky, and as far as the eye could see, there was an endless wasteland, reaching the dark horizon, blurred.

The lonely wind is bleak and the people are gone, and the sky is boundless.

This is what people call the Northern Desert.

The vast expanse, the mountains are gone, the birds are extinct, and there is a bleak and lonely scene.

On the barren hills one after another, the dots of green have withered and yellowed, and occasionally the wind blows, but it is only a listless shake.

And under the weathered rocks, Ling Zifeng was lying on the ground, his face was blue, his body was stiff, and the blood flowed out of a crooked black arc, which had obviously dried up for a long time.

Ling Zifeng forcibly urged the fourth form of the sixth form of reincarnation, causing the Soul Devouring Sword to frantically devour his essence and blood, almost sucking him out.

the six forms of reincarnation,

The first three types are: the sky dome changes, the sky wants to tilt, and the three-foot green peak shakes the sky. The heavenly soul cries, the ghost cries, and the soul destroys the nine ghosts of the town. Seal the sky, the town is nine secluded, and the king is the prince of the ancient sword.

The last three forms are: the soul is sealed, the blood is the seal, and the three thousand heroic qi casts one's own body. Cut the eternals, cut off the ten thousand ways, and reverse the Qiankun sword to punish the sky. Absolute three talents, extinguish three lights, and destroy the immortal body.

And these last three styles are driven by the power of the essence blood and soul, and once each style is shot, there is no possibility of stopping.

Either kill the enemy in one move, or bury yourself in one move, there is no other possibility than these two options.

And now, Ling Zifeng is suffering from the loss of sperm and blood, which causes him to be unconscious, and there is also a big hole in his body, and the blood does not stop flowing from one finger, which is simply going to kill him in the sky.

What's more, in this ghost place where cats don't dig pits and dogs don't lift their feet, you can't even see a ghost all day long, let alone a person, no one can save him at all, it can be said that he has fallen into a Jedi, and life and death are in danger.

And the sky in the Northern Desert is the 'table' in the Qinglou, which is said to change. And this autumn, the day is cold and swishing, and the night is freezing and swishing.

So Ling Zifeng's current situation is that he has been frozen into an ice sculpture, in addition to the ice sculpture, it is still an ice sculpture, and it seems that there will be no better results.

It's just that

No one noticed it from the beginning, or that it existed dispensable phantom wind,

At this time, he appeared in the sky above the wilderness, hovering down, jumping around on Ling Zifeng's body, stretching out his head to peck at Ling Zifeng's face from time to time, and looking sideways at Ling Zifeng's expression from time to time.

After a long, long time,

The phantom wind spread its wings and flew into the distance, but the direction in which he flew was not to the north, but to the east, and flew into the mountains and mountains in the distance.

Until it flew back again, it was covered in disheveled hair, as if it had gone through a fight.

There was a red fruit in its mouth, and it pecked a hole in the fruit, dripping the juice inside into Ling Zifeng's mouth.

The phantom wind came back from the truth, and the name in the rivers and lakes said: Yan Condensation Fruit, in fact, it has a very earthy name, Blood Condensation Fruit.

The reason why it is called Yan Ning Fruit is because where it grows, there are Xuanhuo pythons guarding it, hence the name: Yan Ning.

This flame condensation fruit has the effect of replenishing blood and coagulation, although the effect is good, but it is not a rare thing, and it is not uncommon in the deep mountains and old forests.

And the phantom wind is the natural enemy of snakes, and it will not be too difficult to find this Xuanhuo Python, but it is just a big guy who has won the battle, and it has spent a lot of effort to snatch the things guarded by the Xuanhuo Python into its mouth.

The juice flowed down the corner of Ling Zifeng's mouth, because he didn't have the power to refine and absorb it, and it wasn't until it was dark that Ling Zifeng had a trace of movement.