How is good, I don't know how is good.

The flames spat out like a serpent, wantonly touching the immeasurable heavens. In the place where the clouds and mist were haunted, like a dark and dark abyss, a fiery trench suddenly split from the center of the sacrificial sword of the Nine God Tombs, and hot magma emerged from the ground, boiling.

The wind and clouds are changing, and the entire space of the Infinite Heaven is trembling.

Zhu Huai was turned into a small snake, without claws, so he had to let the violently trembling ground be moved at will, his eyes staring at the young Si Ming who was still in the center of the shrine, blocked by the fire and wind, at this time he could no longer see the truth, and he didn't know whether the Dao was dead or alive.

The crack opened and never stopped, gradually widening to both sides. Zhu Huai felt that his fire-raising skin was like a scorching fire in such a blazing fire.

I've seen enough in my life, but I've never seen myself in such a situation where I would be burned by fierce fire.

What a joke. Zhu Huai chuckled in his heart, lying on the ground and struggling with the flames.

For some reason, he had a very strong instinct - the young Divine Monarch in the firelight was still alive, and he was going through some kind of experience. When the fire is gone, by that time, he will definitely become the terrifying overlord of the world.

He put himself aside very decisively, it was not a judgment that a panicked and frightened person could make, and Si Ming must have had all kinds of situations brewing in his heart.

It's just that...... Zhu Huai sighed imperceptibly, and couldn't help but pray in his heart for this Divine Monarch, who was still an enemy not long ago.

May heaven and earth be merciful and bless this man's life.

——?——?——?—— Si Ming half-crouched beside the Kamizuka Abandoned Sword, as if he was restrained by a huge magic force, and couldn't help but pull it out with both hands. It was as if as soon as he pulled it out, a huge secret would surface on the surface of his divine sense.

The hand only touched a point, but the consciousness was sucked into something violently. Waves of vague impressions rushed in, forcibly trying to break away from the simple memory shackles in their minds.

Thunder and fire, the battlefield of Shura, angry gods and demons, and an ancient lament that never stops.

It is no longer possible to distinguish between reality and fiction.

The weak little fox curled up in a ball and waited for him to save him, and there seemed to be someone in the red-clothed hunt whose clear eyes overflowed with tears of grievance.

Si Ming had a terrible headache, and he even wanted to pull away the hand holding the sword, but there was no way, he didn't pull it away.

There was something more powerful in his body than he realized that he was forcing him to approach the sword, even if he was separated by the vast fire ditch in front of him and behind him, and the clouds that the Infinite Heaven could trample on, even if it was likely that soon, he would be buried in that fire. He had no choice but to step on a cloud that was not burned by the flames, and use up the last bit of strength in his body to draw the sword.

It was a mission he couldn't refuse, even if no one had asked him to do so.

The fantasy in my mind became more and more sober, the phoenix flew around the eaves of the Genting Heavenly Palace, the white flame half fell pear blossoms, the festive song sang all the way from the south of Tianmen to the north, and a fox with pure white hair lay on the couch in the house that had been well decorated, and the three beautiful red tails moved around from time to time, so restless.

Si Ming was startled, the fox ...... The fox...... It's so similar to his little cornice!

How could it be...... In addition to the difference in the number of mantissas, these two foxes are like gods, and there is such a strange thing in the world.

His headache was getting worse and worse, and he forced his eyes closed, his brow furrowed, and he couldn't spread it out. Scenes were released in my mind. Standing on the field, he killed the enemy with his sword, and the blood of the fallen man fell on his dark clothes; In the silent courtyard of the palace, drinking tea and reading, someone preached to him with an angry face, what he preached clearly, only looked at the angry face, and calmed down as if his heart was cold; Or in the verdant mountains, he hugged a white and fat fox, and a pair of golden boots stepped on the damp gravel and walked through the water.

The fox is a fox again, is his fate in this life inseparable from the fox......

His hands were still drawing his sword vigorously, he couldn't wait, the secret burned his heart like a fiery wind, and like an ant, it itched and devoured his body. His consciousness was intensely hungry for the truth.

All the power that can be used in the mind is used, and the memory impression continues to come up from the depths of darkness.

The ancient iron sword was actually pried a little bit, and it spun up little by little.

The entire space of the Infinite Heaven was shaking, and the strong wind was like a big snake, and the fanatical Xinzi Tian was close, and Si Ming clenched the iron sword, and forcibly endured the oncoming heat.

Something was gradually crumbling in his mind, and his eyes widened, and strange and uncomfortable memories poured into it like a waterfall.

He wanted to know the secrets of the Dao, the most farthest, deepest, and longest-standing secrets.

Finally, in a breath of stiffness, the divine sword that had been abandoned for tens of thousands of years broke out, and the fire light that had been burned up by tens of thousands of zhang weakened a lot in an instant, and with the gradually recovered fire ditch, all returned to the ground.

"So ......" his expression lit up and he was in a trance. Only then did he spit out two words gently, and the whole person had fallen to the ground.

Zhu Huai, who was in a trance scorched by the fire, and only had a loss of spiritual consciousness left, barely opened his uncomfortable eyes.

In the immeasurable sky, the fire light that he had guarded for tens of thousands of years could no longer see a trace, and the cloud ground returned, just like the clouds that were as black as the abyss of the demon land after the junior god broke through the Nine Mile Ruins, and returned.

He scurried up with all his might, and finally saw that in the center of the Nine Divine Tombs, the young Si Ming was lying on the ground with a pale face, and he was holding the abandoned sword that was originally inserted in the center of the Divine Tomb.

The shock in his eyes was unreservedly revealed.

The abandoned sword, that is the personal sword Nanlun of Jiuli, the god of war born in the wilderness.

The family of the nine gods, the one who breaks the heaven and the earth, but Nanlun is also.

There was once a ballad that sang: "Recognize the Lord Nanlun, and pay the song of life." The edge is out of the sheath, and the world is in a hurry. ”

——?——?——?—— the world is a country of clear dyeing, a small tavern somewhere in Wangcheng.

Hua Wei is using the rogue spirit that she learned from the book to kill and never give up to persuade Mr. Didiu, who was shaken by her to a drowsiness.

After the toss the day before, Hua Wei felt that she had found a real breakthrough on the road to death. Now that there is a breakthrough, we have to follow this breakthrough to continue the idea of seeking death.

Meow a mi, I have to go home, I have to go home, I can't live in this world, I really can't live. Hearing about the laws and regulations of the Qing Ran Country, a missing person who has been missing for four years and has not been heard from can be sentenced to death according to the law.

Counting her in the past few years, it has been at least nearly four years in general.

I feel sad when I think about it, I haven't returned home for four years, and my heart is the same as being tortured.

So, she can't give up, she must not give up Mr. Didiu.

According to the original plan, after drinking that day, she should have sharpened her knife to some poor man. But when I searched around the most expensive inn in the royal city, I didn't find the shadow of the prison guard at the beginning of a hundred miles. In desperation, I looked for the most expensive Lingtong Pavilion in Wangcheng, but I didn't find the shadow of Bailichu. In another helplessness, I ran around to the most expensive Qinglou in the royal city, and then went to the most expensive ...... After a few rounds, I didn't see Bailichu's figure.

The killers of Wuyu Pavilion are all willing to spend money to be good to themselves, and the third sister from her rich and noble family will never be an exception, if no one is found in these places, then at the beginning of a hundred miles, it should have left the royal city.

Originally, as a human being, she was a weak little girl, although she had grown up for three years, she still couldn't change her essence of being a weak little girl. In the past, she was a fox and had a skill, but this weakness was not shown, except for playing sanda jokes, it had nothing to do with the people next to her. Now that things are different, she's very stupid now. Without a warden, this difficult task could not be accomplished. Originally, she also imagined that when she cut someone, Baili Chu stepped forward to make up for two knives, and those two knives were good for anyone, and she would definitely make up for it anyway.

Hua Wei didn't want to go on a mission alone, and Baili Chu was no longer liked, at least he did a lot of murder business. In the dispute with Wucai, she said that she has the ability, and that is because she always remembers her own duty. The fox of the Lord of One Mountain is a very powerful existence no matter how it is said. But attached to this human being, who even she feels is not good, the ability to say is too far-fetched.

So, in the midst of some struggle and suffering, Hua Wei properly canceled the original plan, and put the bribery and persuasion of Mr. Didiu into his camp on the top of the agenda.

Mr. Didiu, who put on a fake beard and told stories in the teahouse, was very physically and mentally into the play, and his sharp eyes glanced at the neurotic girl who came upstairs, walking in the wind under her feet, and was about to abandon the listeners who might shoot him with a drill in the future, when he was pulled by the sleeve again by the fast-eyed eaves.

Mr. Didiu sighed for a while, fortunately he changed into another dress, this girl's family, only a few times to see him pulled his sleeve, if he did not change, it is estimated that the sleeve he wore the day before yesterday will be gorgeously torn off.

"Eaves girl, long time no see......"

Before a tone particle could be used, poor Mr. Didiu was short of breath for a while, and was taken out of the teahouse in full view of everyone in the confusion that he couldn't distinguish the direction.

"Good girl's family, it's not right for you to seduce the good family master on the street, you have to keep the girl's family reserved." Poor Mr. Diution said to the girl who was dragging his eaves.

Hua Wei turned his head and glanced lightly at Mr. Didiu, who had a flattering smile, and said lightly: "Whatever." ”

Mr. Diu compromised and said dejectedly: "Okay, don't pull my sleeves too tightly, my father-in-law's silver is not easy to earn." ”

After thinking for a while, Mr. Didiu, who was dragged away for a while with a little bit of effort, said again: "I want to serve good Heyuan wine, three altars, no more." ”

The tavern was seated, and it was a familiar scene again.

Mr. Diu flicked his sleeves and wanted to play with his fan, but suddenly found ...... Oh, I was dragged in a hurry, as if I fell off when I was in the teahouse.

Hua Wei sat opposite and ordered wine, and asked for two plates of side dishes.

He looked back at Mr. Diudiu, and was very satisfied with his actions. Sure enough, it is still violence that can solve the problem, forcibly drag it out, and then invite you to drink, and salute first, this time it can be regarded as a table.

After brewing emotions, he spoke: "Mr. Didiu, you ......"

Before he could say anything, the ground shook violently, and Hua Wei subconsciously grabbed the edge of the table, and was immediately pressed down by the witty Mr. Didiu and got under the table.

The earthquake became more and more intense, and the eaves were protected by Mr. Didiu's chest, struggling to look out of the hall.

Her eyes widened suddenly, and the wall opposite the outside of the museum was a faint crimson red, which should only be reflected by the red clouds in the sky.