Hearing this, Ji Qingfeng's eyes turned a little colder, "It's better to do so." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

After these words, the ninth-floor hall returned to the four silences.

Qingge stood at the corner, frowning, Ji Qingfeng is a son of nothing?

She couldn't understand why everyone forced her to die because the person she loved was just safe.

Qingge thought, if Bi Xishuang didn't fall in love, would it be a different situation now?

Bi Xishuang is still the same stunning, her talent is still getting stronger and stronger, she is the leader among contemporary young people, the best in the world, the fame, the eight wilderness, and the Liuhe.

It's a pity that when she entrusts her heart and fate to Wuyu, this life is doomed to be a failure.

Qingge hopes that Li Fugui can take her out of this bottomless abyss swamp.

Qingge clenched his hands and entered the tenth floor!

There was another person before her-

Yu Ji!

Inside the dark blue gate, what was waiting for Qingge was no longer the demonic ghost fire, but the cold wind blade, like thousands of needles, from all directions, densely packed, overwhelmingly piercing into Qingge's body.

Although the needle has the sharpness of the needle, it is not the substance, and it is not harmful to the body, but the pain that pierces the heart does exist.

If you want to survive this needle, it is not so easy, but it is even more difficult than you imagined.

The needle is interspersed with the pain of the skin and skin penetrating the bones, it is unimaginable, Qingge's face is pale, sweat is gurgling, she wants to lift her feet and continue walking, but even breathing is painful, there seem to be a few ribs broken in the chest, and the skin on her body seems to have been stripped off alive, however, the edge is still one after another, endlessly, and it is submerged in the depths of her bone marrow.

When the pain leaked out of the bone marrow, the flesh on the body seemed to be gnawed by countless ants, and a tingling sensation accompanied by intense pain spread all over the limbs.

Qingge opened her mouth slightly, panting, and her white hair was wet and wrapped around her neck.

Her breath grew shorter and shorter.

This layer of difficulty, the difficulty is in the pain, as long as you survive this pain, the sea and the sky will be calm, and everything is easy to say.

Although the edge does not have a substantial wound on the body, but the pain is borne by the spirit master, and I am afraid that my face will also change greatly.

In the realm of nothingness, Ji Yue was lying reclining, her face was black and dripping ink, the miniature form of the flame dragon was lying in his arms, Ji Yue stretched out her hand and pinched the hair scales of the flame dragon and ravaged it fiercely, her mouth reading, "Damn woman-"

The face of the flame dragon was pinched and deformed by Ji Yue, and the little dragon was very aggrieved, it was recruiting someone to provoke whom, this girl should not deceive people too much-oh no, it was too much to deceive the dragon.

Xiaolong thinks that it doesn't even have the dignity of a dragon, and when it was still an egg, it was squeezed by Ji Yue every day, and when the ball was played, it was finally out of the shell, thinking that the peasants could turn over and sing, but looking at it now, the squeezing seems to be more ruthless than before.

Ji Yue didn't seem to feel the flame dragon's complaint, and then ravaged -

The baby's heart is not happy!

Although Qingge's body was not injured, he could bear these pains well, and he couldn't stand it without injury.

The killing blood wolf was noble and arrogant, with a scarlet and silky mane, it squinted half-squinted, occasionally raised its eyes, and looked at the flame dragon with disdain, when the dragon reached this point, it was just aggrieved.

Ji Yue glanced at the Killing Blood Wolf lazily, all the hairs on the Killing Blood Wolf stood upside down, and she couldn't help but shiver for a while.

Ji Yue just looked at it, as if she was smiling but not smiling, both good and evil, the face of the ghostly eyes and demons.

The killing blood wolf swallowed his saliva, suddenly blew like a gust of wind, slipped to the king's seat and lay on his stomach, rubbing Ji Yue's leg very doggedly, looking like a flattering man.

Flame Dragon: "......"

The Flame Dragon glanced at the Killing Blood Wolf with contempt, and then looked at it with contempt.

Inside the Blue Gate.

Qingge gasped, her lips seemed to be cracked by pain, she closed her eyes, ruthlessly, raised her feet, and walked out of the door.

Inside the blue door, at the end, the passage on the tenth floor of Lolita was only five or six steps away, but Qingge used his life's strength to walk two steps and take half a life.

She is not afraid of pain, but she can't ignore it.

Qingge clenched her hands, her body trembled and staggered forward, she was not reckless, she wanted to break through her limits.

Although the world thinks that the speed of her breakthrough is too terrifying and amazing, she still feels that it is slow, too slow, in the later stage of cultivation, it is getting stronger and stronger, and it is getting more and more difficult, when will she be able to compete with Ji Yue.

She knew that there was another reason why Ji Yue refused to return to the Demon Domain, and the two of them tacitly did not mention it, but they knew each other.

Once Ji Yue becomes the demon king, they have to break through the taboo of the demon domain together.

Think about it, wouldn't the people of the Demon Domain be crazy if they learned that their Demon King's woman was a human woman?

Thinking of Ji Yue, thinking of this, Qingge's heart seemed to gush out of an inexplicable energy, this is a kind of belief, let her not be afraid, let her raise her foot and endure the pain and take a few steps forward, the other end of the door is close at hand, she narrowed her eyes, her eyes were shining, Qingge's painful mind was blank, there was only one belief, and this belief supported her to the tenth floor.

Walking out of the door, Qingge leaned against the wall, gasping for breath, unscathed, but the soaked clothes seemed to be able to squeeze out water.

The temple of the tenth layer is completely different from the one below the tenth floor, if the temple under the tenth floor is made of white stone and decorated with jade, then the tenth layer is black, deep and lightless, and even makes people have an illusion, entering the Shura Hell, the air is filled with a gloomy atmosphere, the dark temple, the atmosphere is terrifying, so that the people in the temple have goosebumps, holding a crazy beating heart, uneasy, panic.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

In the corner, a clear voice sounded faintly.

The light song followed the prestige, on the dark other side, the woman was wearing a black robe with her back to her, and when she spoke, she slowly turned around, turning her head inch by inch, the corners of her eyes and eyebrows were full of smiles, and half of her beautiful face was hidden in the shadows, and half was revealed in the dim flow of light and fire.

"Yu Ji—"

The light song hooked the corners of his lips, and his eyes were indifferent.

The two stood on both sides of the temple and confronted each other, the atmosphere was not in full swing or tense, but it seemed that there was a war intent surging in the dark current.

Who would have thought that the two people who were talking freely under the cherry blossom tree in the Flower Moon Hall that day have now gone in two completely different directions.

The world is unpredictable, and there will always be accidents in the future.

"Night light song, is the empress of Xixun comfortable?" Yu Ji's eyebrows were raised, and her color was stunning.

"Thanks to you and the Lord of the Underworld, it's very comfortable." The light song said sarcastically, and a mocking smile was torn from his lips.

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