The 40,000 soldiers, all of whom stopped and no longer fled, sat on the ground in embarrassment, panting. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

And at the moment when the Sphinx collapsed, in the gloomy and desolate dungeon, Qingge jumped into the center of the formation, where the flames were piled up.

In the vast world, she is also a dog.

If what she thinks is right, when Feng Qi was about to eradicate the 100,000 dark mages to create the Vermilion Bird Array, her heart was very heavy, her hands were stained with blood, and she couldn't wash it clean after three lives, she could only break through the rain.

In the Suzaku Array, it is the lives of 100,000 people.

Feng Qi believes that there is no difference between a dark mage and a spirit master, there is no justice and evil, but historical battles are often so dramatic, only the victorious side has the right to speak, can justice be served, and once lost, it is the representative of evil. #_#67356

Qingge closed his eyes and threw himself into the fire.

When the fire swallowed her like a flood, the blazing temperature wanted to melt her, but the pain of burning her skin did not come, but there was a warm force that wrapped her.

The moment Qingge opened his eyes, he heard the hissing of a firebird, soaring into the sky.

Her eyes returned to the dark color, like indissoluble ink, reflecting the burly and bewitching bird.

The bird was made of fire, a pair of wings stretched out, as if to shatter the universe, it tilted its head, its sharp beak made a tingling sound, and the pieces of flame feathers were inlaid on the firebird's body, shining, crystal and beautiful.

Qingge lay on the back of the firebird, she touched the fire of the bird's wings, and her palm was warm.

"Suzaku, it's Suzaku! Girl, do you see, this is the Vermilion Bird, you have cracked the Vermilion Bird Array. Nightmare's slightly excited voice rang out in the void.

After the rain, the sky was clear, and Qingge's face, which had been tense, finally appeared a smile, and in an instant, it was as bright as the sun, and the spring flowers were blooming.

Qingge said lightly: "No, this is not Suzaku, it's just the incarnation of Suzaku." ”

The pain from behind made Qingge gasp.

She took her cloak from the pouch and put it over her.

Suzaku carried her, rushed out of the land, and when she rushed up, the light song was brewing with firelight, and the firelight formed a natural barrier to protect her from harm.

At the moment of breaking the formation, Qingge's body was comfortable, as if she had drunk an old wine brewed by an old immortal under the peach blossom tree, and her mood of mind that had been stagnant for a long time broke through the threshold of a sword spirit master, and her aura also completely dredged the spirit master's muscles.

In other words, as long as she breaks through seriously, she can become a sword spirit master.

However, Qingge is not in a hurry to break through, she also wants to polish the innate thirteen tendons more.

If you break through to the spirit master, you will be going to another realm, and you will not be able to continue to refine and polish the tendons and veins that represent the thirteen layers of innate nature, and the tendons and veins of the thirteen layers of innate nature are the foundation for cultivators to reach the heights, if the foundation is not laid well, how can you climb to the top? #6.7356

Qingge's state of mind gradually calmed down.

She has changed her thoughts countless times from the original impatience to the current suppression.

After breaking the formation this time, she felt that it was rare to be down-to-earth, and only what she got with blood and sweat belonged to her.

Outside the Strange Stone Ridge, the soldiers were all sitting on the ground, and Yin Liangsha and the others were looking towards the Strange Stone Ridge, wanting to get closer, but they were afraid that it would backfire, so they could only watch the situation outside and adapt to the situation.

"Nothing should happen to the boss, right?" Lin Chong spoke out worriedly.

Huzi stood next to him with a worried face, Yin Liangsha glanced at Lin Chong, gritted his teeth, raised his voice, and said: "Nonsense, Wang Shangji people have their own natural appearance, how can something happen." ”

In the end, Yin Liangsha bit her lower lip in pain, even she didn't believe it.

Li Canglang's three generals were silent, the three of them glanced at each other, and decided to go to the strange rock ridge to check.

"If you live to see people, if you die you want to see corpses, go." Li Canglang waved his hand, and took Xu Yan and Yang Zhi to approach the strange stone ridge.

It's just that the three of them have just made a move, and a roar sounded, and everyone shuddered, and the contracted demonic beasts, whether high or low, actually turned into beast forms and bowed down in the direction of the strange stone ridge.

Li Canglang stood closest to the strange stone ridge, looked up, and saw that all the boulders of the strange stone ridge had collapsed, the reckless earth was shaking irregularly, and the ground cracked like spider silk, and under the crack was fiery red magma.

Finally, out of the center, the red light and fire rose from the ground, swept to the sky, it was a huge firebird, magnificent, awe-inspiring, the monster worshipped, when the firebird's wings unfolded, swallowing the sky and the fertile sun, blocking a large shadow, only the burning fire was swaying and shouting.

"Suzaku, one of the four spirits!" Li Canglang said.

"Suzaku? What about the little master? Where is she? Xu Yan said.

The crowd was shocked and palpitated.

As soon as Xu Yan's words fell, she saw a figure slowly standing on the back of the fire-colored Vermilion Bird, she stood up, standing on the sky, the high sky, overlooking her rivers and mountains, admiring the tenacity and tenacity of the imperial soldiers.

The cloak swayed and rustled with the wind, she was dressed in a black shirt, like a black lotus blooming in hell, a pair of cold and gentle black eyes, looking at the long world plainly, white hair, dancing gently, like a fluttering snow.

Under that calm silence is the killing heart that burns the world!

When Suzaku rushed out, the strange stone ridge had already collapsed, although there was no contract with Suzaku, but the Vermilion Bird Array had already been imprinted in Qingge's heart.

She controlled the Suzaku and swept away the rubble with a sweep of her wings, and she actually waved a smooth and smooth path.

The Suzaku landed on the ground, crawled, stretched out another wing, and Qingge stepped on the wings, like walking on a ladder, and walked down slowly.

All around, there was a dead silence, and time seemed to stand still.

Then, there was a sensation, an uproar.

So many soldiers rushed towards Qingge and threw Qingge up.

The light song falls, and then throws it up.

They shouted happily and were beaming with joy.

The moment she threw it into the air, the remnant sun was reflected in Qingge's pupils like blood, the corners of her mouth overflowed with gentleness, and the killing aura disappeared under the excited shouts of the soldiers.

It's just that Qingge's back hurts a little.

The back, all scorched. [ban^fusheng].starter

Although she has snow spirit beads, the healing power cannot be used much, and the extremes of things must be opposed, if she relies on it because of this, it is not a good thing.

The process of wound healing is also a beautiful moment.

For a long time, after the carnival, the light song was put down.

Huzi supported Qingge, his tentacles were sticky, he withdrew his hand, looked down, and his whole hand was red blood.

The others, smelling the smell of blood, also looked at Huzi.

After seeing the blood on Huzi's hand, his eyes invariably shifted to Qingge.

Yin Liangsha stepped forward, stretched out his hand tremblingly, and lifted the cloak on Qingge's body, the skin that should have been delicate and smooth was scorched black, blood and flesh blurred together, and even the cloak was sticky to the fabric of the cloak. ^_^67356