The layers of mountains were submerged in the night, and the spiritual obstacles were like demons, shouting fiercely. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

To the southeast of the mountains.

Stone House.

The house is quiet and breathing.

The huge house has only a stone bed, and there is not even a window.

When the stone gate was opened by Wei Shulang, Qingge and the others paced in, Wei Shulang looked around, walked straight to the depths of the wall, sat cross-legged, and cultivated on the spot.

The rest of the people followed suit and cultivated seriously, and the night passed in a flash.

Qingge looked at them, blessed to the heart, her mind moved slightly, the purple light was fleeting, she actually went to the realm of nothingness.

In the dim space, there is no sun, moon and stars, only heaven and earth, the endless four directions are invisible, one by one the blood puppets without soul consciousness are standing, the three-life water floats with a white light, and the egg of the flame dragon stands next to the throne, which seems to be the plaything of the person on the throne, which is quite funny.

The ink-colored Nine Dragons Throne stood, and on the cold throne, the body of the little red fox curled up, lying on its stomach, the pair of alien eyes that were sometimes arrogant and sometimes raging, but now closed.

Serene, reverent.

Qingge stepped forward and picked up the little fox like a treasure.

She sat on the king's seat, the little fox was lying in her arms, she leaned on the back of the chair, and the contrast between her snow-white hair and the ink-colored king's seat was strong.

Qingge glanced at the Immortal Stone and the Great Spirit Master Book that were sitting aside, and there was a flash of lightning at the bottom of her eyes, she suddenly thought, if she controlled it with spiritual power, could she control the Immortal Stone?

Although she is not a spiritual master, she is a refiner, and her spiritual power is not as strong as that of a spiritual master, but it is still much stronger than that of ordinary cultivators.

Be resolute and do what you say.

The light song condensed, drawing out a spiritual power, and stared at the immortal stone, the red spiritual fire in his mind seemed to be swaying under the hurricane.

Smack-

The Immortal Stone and the Great Spirit Master Book floated up a little, and the cold sweat flowed down Qingge's back, and sweat overflowed on his forehead, and the two things of the Immortal Stone only hung up a finger's distance.

Qingge has a heart, but it is also powerless.

Mental manipulation requires a lot of mental power, and with her current mental power, she can't do it.

Qingge shrugged his shoulders and pursed his lips, the aura rushed out from the Danhuo, and the wind passed, and the immortal stone and the Great Spirit Master Book were wrapped in the aura and arrived in Qingge's hands.

The corners of Qingge's mouth twitched slightly, no wonder the world said that the way of cultivating the spirit was as difficult as climbing to the sky.

The Immortal Stone arrived in Qingge's hand, and Qingge threw in a touch of spiritual sense and searched for it in the Immortal Stone.

A moment later, the voice of the Immortal Marquis sounded in the Immortal Stone, "People in the Demon Domain, heal from sleep, at most for decades, at least for a year and ......a half" Yes, she wanted to know if there was any way to help Ji Yue.

Light Song: "......"

Decade?

When Ji Yue woke up ten years later, she became a yellow-faced woman, and at that time, the young girl was as beautiful as a flower, but she became a half-old......

Qingge shuddered for a moment, no, no, no, she didn't allow this kind of thing to happen.

"With the breath of the soul, you can help him." In the immortal stone, Yingwu Marquis said.

Qingge pursed her lips, and her slender hand stroked the little fox's silky mane.

The breath of the soul, to put it simply, is the soul, and the meaning of Yingwuhou is very simple, let her use her soul to help Ji Yue.

It's just that once the soul is damaged, the vitality of man will also be detached.

Qingge didn't hesitate, if this person was Ji Yue, what about the soul?

The little fox's body gradually rose, the soft fiery red shadow was suspended in the dim mid-air, the blood demon flower between the eyebrows of the light song bloomed for a season, and there was a light yellow flowing fire between the eyebrows, and the flowing fire flowed from the center of the light song eyebrows to the direction of the little fox, and the breath of the soul wrapped the little fox's body.

Qingge seemed to see a smile on the corner of the little fox's mouth, and the evil appearance was fluffy and cute.

The breath of the soul seemed to be free of money, and it flowed out of Qingge's body continuously, and Qingge's face, under the light yellow light, looked white, and his lips were dry and cracked.

The excessive loss of Divine Soul Breath made her a little less vigorous.

It's just that she still wants to continue, but if she continues, I'm afraid her life will have to end.

Qingge thought, give a little more, just a little, you won't die.

Poof――

The blood gushed up his throat, and he didn't give Qingge time to react at all, and squirted out directly.

The light yellow light suddenly disappeared, the little fox lost its support and was about to fall, Qingge became nervous, her pupils constricted slightly, her soul was fragile now, and she couldn't shake the aura in the Danhuo.

Qingge jumped over, and when she fell to the ground, the little fox fell into her arms.

Qingge looked at the little fox safe and sound in his arms, the corners of his lips were hooked, and he smiled thickly.

Suddenly, Qingge squinted her eyes and looked into the distance, she put the little fox on the king's seat, and her mind moved, out of the realm of nothingness, and arrived in the stone house.

The madman, Wei Shulang and the others were cultivating with their hearts, and she walked slowly outside the stone house.

Qingge stood in front of the threshold, holding on to the lintel and panting, as if there was dirty blood in his chest.

The breath of the soul is consumed too much.

She raised her face from the darkness and looked at the night sky under the moon and stars, and a hideous vulture flew from the sky, but a figure suddenly appeared in the diagonal fork.

Under the starlight, the man was dressed in ink and draped in a cloak, and the cloak was torn off by the oncoming wind when he swept up, the black hair opened his teeth and claws, and the man's demonic face was inlaid with a pair of feminine eyes, light brown pupils, and the blood flashed, and on the white neck, red blood lines spread, like a wound torn by someone, spreading like a spider web.

The man's open mouth was like a poisonous snake spitting out letters, and his sharp fangs shone with a cold light.

In the night, he took a bite of the vulture, "yunxi" the fresh blood of the vulture.

The living vulture struggled in its mouth, shedding a few feathers between its wings, and its miserable cry sounded in the night, like a lonely soul screaming on the shores of Lethe.

The vulture slowly quieted down until all the blood in its body was "yunxi" and lifeless, standing on the edge of death.

The man let go of his mouth, and his slender jade hand grabbed the vulture's head and threw it among the mountains at will.

When Qingge saw this scene, the hand on the lintel trembled slightly.

The picture of déjà vu is different from the person in front of you.

At the beginning of the Western Sea, she had also witnessed Mei Qingchen's demonic side, which was the same as this man.

The man stepped on the cold wind and disappeared into the universe, his robe fluttering, he put on his cloak, and before leaving, he seemed to glance at Qingge, his eyes glowing with blood.

Qingge looked down at the weeds outside the door of the stone house, the breath of the divine soul was damaged, the aura was useless, no matter how clear her senses were, she couldn't see the man's face clearly.

I only vaguely noticed that the man's feminine eyebrows were somewhat similar to the burning shortage.

If her soul was not damaged, she could naturally see it clearly.

However, she has no regrets.

She wants the little fox to wake up and be cute all day long, and she doesn't want to wait until the beauty is twilight, and he is gorgeous.

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