The narrow heaven and earth, the closed and dim space, a little cold light revealed from the viscous and dark night. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Qingge sat cross-legged on the ground, above the zenith, twisted ghosts gathered together, transforming into a blue sword, thunderous, unstoppable, like a turbulent wave, stabbing towards Qingge.

Qingge's eyes were slightly closed, his white hair stood upside down in the cold light, and his delicate facial features flashed with a jade-white luster on his palm-like face.

Under the strangulation of spiritual power, the soft and glutinous ghosts seemed to be crushed into powder, and the ghosts with hideous faces opened their sharp mouths wide, as if they were roaring miserably.

A roaring sound sounded, as if there was thunder and lightning, torrential rain and strong winds.

The spiritual power in the light song heavenly spirit Gai Lei's nest has been solidified in the battles again and again, and after forging, it seems to be even stronger.

And, the dark cyan lightning in the thunder lead, snorting, the sound is getting louder and louder, and the electric wires are getting more and more.

Qingge's eyes suddenly opened, dark green like snakes and scorpions, and in the deepest part of the pupils, dark cyan lightning piled up like a dead knot like spider webs.

Cold sweat overflowed on the full forehead, and the thousands of pores on Qingge's body were drenched in sweat.

The spiritual power in the thunder nest is getting more and more exhausted, and the spiritual power that Qingge attacks with his mind is getting weaker and weaker.

Despite this, Qingge was surprised to find that her thoughts were becoming more and more firm, and her facial features were clear and abnormal.

For example, before this, Qingge's spiritual power could only attack things and things within ten steps, but now the distance has at least doubled.

Not only that, but the same spiritual power is now even stronger.

Until the thunder nest was empty, and the spiritual power was in shock.

Qingge is dizzy and in pain, and her spirit and mind are closely related to her body and soul.

At this time, ghosts entangled in ghost fire and naked, bloody women who came out of the ice coffin surrounded Qingge.

The ghost screamed like a mosquito and a fly, and the piercing sound made Qingge worse than death, and the beauty's slender hand caressed her body, and with a sting, the inky robe was torn apart.

Countless beauties with only the whites of their eyes were piled up, and the smooth and white carcasses were cracked scars, and under the cold light, the blood was shocking.

All around, there are many bloody beauties one after another.

A pair of hands, scrambling to caress the light song.

Qingge's green eyes are full of ice, cold as snow, she clenched the Mingwang knife in her hand, the evil aura was exposed, between her eyebrows, she was not stained with sorrow, a touch of snow lotus flowers, and she was demonic.

The long wind danced in the dark night, and she stood up proudly, holding a sky-breaking knife in her hand, and the moment the evil qi swung in all directions like a hurricane.

The bodies of ghosts and bloody beauties were all devoured by the evil qi, and when they were devoured and twisted, the screams and echoes of the ghosts stimulated the eardrums and heads of the ghosts.

However, the ghost's cry actually caused ripples in the spiritual power in the thunder nest.

The Thunder Nest, which had long been exhausted, was pouring out a few traces of spiritual power out of thin air at this moment.

Qingge was pleasantly surprised, when another wave of ghosts rushed to his face, he used the residual spiritual power in the thunder nest to smash the bodies of the ghosts, and the ghosts' shouts before they died made the empty thunder nest gush out of the spiritual power again.

And in the depths of the barrier, the ghost reappeared.

Like a crazy swordsman, Qingge stood on the top of the mountains, wielding the blade in his hand.

Again and again, she let the thunder nest dry up again and again, and used this extreme way to forge spiritual power.

As for the ice coffin beauties who never die, Qingge is dedicated to two purposes.

Or use the spiritual power to shatter the ghosts, use the ghost's voice to stimulate the regeneration of the spiritual power, or freeze the beauties with frozen water, and then burn them to ashes with the second realm of the Five Elements Fire, the Moon Fire.

In this way, Qingge's spiritual power has not only been forged, but even the use of frozen water and moon flame fire has become more and more handy, which can be described as killing two birds with one stone.

It's just that coming like this has a lot of damage to Qingge's spirit, and I'm afraid that if I'm not careful, my brain will collapse.

Looking at such a crazy light song, the nightmare that lived in her body was shocked for a while before shaking her head helplessly.

He had never seen such a girl, with a femme fatale-like heart, cruel to others, and even more ruthless to himself.

She used her own flesh and blood to build a ladder of ten thousand feet, and then walked up to the nine-fold palace step by step, standing at the peak, overlooking, and looking at the world.

Puff -

A mouthful of blood spurted out.

The greenery in Qingge's eyes became more and more intense, ghosts, beauties, maggots like tarsal bones, and she would never give up if she didn't want her life.

Qingge continues to forge spiritual power, and she also knows how to stop in moderation, if she continues like this, I'm afraid that her spirit will really collapse.

She was carrying the Ming Wang knife, and her sweaty delicate body was as light as a swallow, rising and falling in mid-air, cruising among ghosts and beauties.

Wherever the long knife pointed, a knife pierced through dozens of ghosts, and in the midst of the surging aura, the bloody beauties were completely devoured, and they didn't even have a chance to scream.

That little bit of cold light is getting farther and farther away.

Qingge carried the Mingwang knife and ran wildly in the dark night, flying towards the cold light, a pair of legs seemed to be dead, and a gust of wind blew between the rapid steps.

Ghosts, beauties, followed her.

Finally, the light song came to the cold light.

However, the ghost could not touch the cold light, and melted at the touch of it.

The beauty, who didn't dare to approach the cold light, quietly retreated, obediently walked into the ice coffin in the dark, lay down, and became a puppet-like corpse.

Qingge stuck the Mingwang knife on the ground, and hung his body weakly and gasped, suddenly, the panting stopped abruptly, and Qingge looked at the ground under the cold light in shock.

The feet are like a layer of glass, floating and mottled, flowing cold light is reflected on the glass floor, and the crystal-like light and fire flow away.

Qingge clearly saw that the glass floor was radiating images.

The first is Xue Ling'er, in the dark, Xue Ling'er is vigilant and vigilant, cautiously exploring forward, when the ghost appears, Xue Ling'er holds the sword, one move and one style, the sword goes sideways, and the ghost is under this sword, and it cannot be born.

The picture is transformed, it is blue smoke.

Lan Shengyan leaned against a dragon pillar, like a peerless man in the painting, took out the blue jade Xiao pinned to his waist, put it on his thin lips, and blew gently.

The high mountains and flowing water are solemn, and the big beads and small beads fall on the jade plate, like the sound of heaven, and the clear and more poignant.

The ghost also seems to be intoxicated and obsessed.

The bloody beauty in the ice coffin hid her face silently in pain under such a low voice, tears flowed into the cracked grub scar on her face, and her body automatically dispersed, becoming a fluorescent in the night.

The light song shook her jaws, she never thought that Xiao who was blue and smoky would have such a strong strength.

This reminded her of Fu Xiqin in the Nightfall City, the woman who had almost knocked out a pair of hands for her.

Qingge's hand on the Ming King's knife clenched slightly, and after the ice valley, there was the land of the extreme north.

She must meet the posture of the northern qin god.

On the soles of his feet, in the glass picture, Xing Tuyu appeared.

On the other side of the night, where Xing Diyu walked, it was like a mandala blooming.

Moisturizing things silently, flowers blooming.

The ghost wanted to shackle Xing Tuyu, but the mandala behind Xing Tuyu was like the hand of death, entrapping the ghost.

She wore a cold mask, stood with her hands in her hands, and walked gracefully and nobly on this thorny road.

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