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There were too many monks she had seen, almost all the monks she knew were all good, Shaoqing was here with less to many, she was the only one who had to deal with so many monks, not to mention that there were many monks who were many realms higher than her.

"You, yes, who." Shaoqing stared at the first world heritage, and she read to him word by word.

The first world heritage looked at Shaoqing with a pair of melancholy eyes, and it was not difficult to see his contempt for Shaoqing with his beautiful face, he said: "Do you think that this seat will give up the position of the young master of the ghost clan and run to be your fool?" ”

Shaoqing smiled when she heard this, her deep eyes looked at him, the smile on the corner of her mouth did not hide her disdain for the first world heritage, Shaoqing's soft voice also changed, there was excitement and disdain, and the most was murderous intent.

She said, "You think too highly of yourself." ”

The black disembodied sword stabbed at him, the sword was picked, Shaoqing's body jumped, and the simple movements were also made by her to make a little beauty, and the people around her gradually disappeared, leaving only the first world heritage, even Shaoqing's father who first appeared disappeared here, and her whole world was only left with herself and the first world heritage.

The gray air blade came towards Shaoqing, he seemed to just wave his sleeves slightly, but Shaoqing used a lot of strength to block it with his sword, and the foot that stepped on the ground moved back dozens of centimeters, and she resisted it steadily.

The first world relict looked at such a weak Shaoqing, and he smiled: "Want to teach this seat a lesson? ”

His voice was still so good, and the tone of his voice remained the same no matter what he said or what expression he had on his face.

Immediately afterwards, the environment that was originally black was suddenly replaced by gray, as if the world was swallowed by gray, Shaoqing felt bad, as if the crisis in the potential darkness was gradually about to surface, and the cold and piercing sense of danger made Shaoqing feel more and more exciting and fun.

The gray ghost qi kept approaching her, and the cold feeling surrounded Shaoqing's whole body, and the ghost qi was about to touch Shaoqing's feet, but Shaoqing still didn't mean to move.

Her feet, her hands, and her body were all eroded by this ghost qi, but Shaoqing still didn't move, this world's expression never changed, he quietly watched Shaoqing gradually be eroded by the ghost qi.

When a large amount of ghost qi almost covered Shaoqing, she suddenly moved, and the ghost qi was still a little bit away from her heart, at this time, Shaoqing's body only moved slightly, and her body suddenly turned into black gas.

The inky black demonic aura was intertwined with this ghostly aura, and a trace of strangeness flashed in the eyes of this First World Relic, and this little bit of strangeness quickly disappeared in his eyes, like a little ripple in the calm water of a lake.

Soon, his ghost qi was covered by Shaoqing's demonic qi, and at this time, the first world relics waved at Shaoqing fiercely, and a ghost blade appeared from his hand.

The huge blade was like the scythe of death, the blade was sharp and extremely fast towards her, and the demonic qi that Shaoqing turned into was directly split in half by the blade, and the surrounding demonic qi and ghost qi were split together.

The interweaving of black and gray, the fusion of each other, Shaoqing's voice came from around, and her voice was a little magical, like a voice that led people to fall into the devil, and said: "First World Heritage, why did you come?" ”

"Is it to see if Shaoqing is sad and sad for you?"

"First World Heritage, you are so dirty, you actually have different thoughts about your sister."

The voice in the air was clearly audible, but the first world was not able to see where Shaoqing was, he could only feel that she was probably around him, the first world was not a false character imagined by Shaoqing's demons, he had always been the real first world heritage, and he began to be silent.

At this time, the demonic qi in front of the first world suddenly moved, the demonic qi and the ghost qi were originally moving, if it was an ordinary Jindan monk, he would definitely not be able to see if there was an abnormal flow of this demonic qi, but the first world relics were Yuanying monks, or monks in the late Yuanying period.

Shaoqing's subtle movement, in his eyes, simply told him Shaoqing's location, and the demonic qi changed at this moment, and Shaoqing suddenly appeared in front of the first world's remains.

The black sword in her hand was firmly on his neck, his snow-white skin, green tendons loomed, this sword was just placed on his neck, the strong murderous aura cut a shallow trace on his neck, a drop of vermilion blood fell on her sword, and fell on her sword like Zhu Xun on painting paper, blood-stained beauty.

"Say, why are you here?" Although Shaoqing has entered the illusion of cultivation talent, now Shaoqing can already "wake up" from time to time, that is, if there is something that is not an illusion, Shaoqing can roughly feel it.

Although she asked about the First World Heritage in this way, however, Shaoqing's hand only stopped, and as soon as she finished saying this, the sword in her hand was cut off at the First World Heritage, and she moved smoothly and smoothly, without the slightest hesitation, she made a move at the First World Heritage.

"There's no why, I just want to come over." The first world heritage disappeared in front of her at the moment when Shaoqing took out the sword, and the next moment it was behind Shaoqing, his faint voice sounded behind her, and the thick melancholy in his words was not known by Shaoqing with killing intent at this time.

Shaoqing didn't speak again, and when the ghost qi was about to invade her body, she entered a strange state, every step she took, every time she took the sword, something seemed to guide her.

Then this feeling didn't last long, it was quickly disappearing from her body, Shaoqing wanted to catch this feeling, didn't say much, and continued to swing the sword move.

Shaoqing has been in this state of cultivation, and I don't know how long it has been, Shaoqing has been crazy from the beginning, maybe it is because of the long time, she has resistance, and after a hundred years, although Shaoqing is still in a hallucination, but she has not appeared emotionally uncontrollable.

And he also accompanied Shaoqing for seventy years, and in the remaining thirty years, without the first world heritage, Shaoqing's hallucinations appeared the most was her father, she killed her father many times in the hallucinations, followed by Yun Miao.

I have to say that Yun Miao's charm is really special, unlike other killing intent, Yun Miao's appearance is a temptation, and Shaoqing doesn't know why he came up with such a fragrant picture.

The beauty has bare shoulders, her muscles are like clotted fat, her thin eyes are light and seductive, he is walking on the jade feet that have always been barefoot, every step is so tempting, Shaoqing's heart is like a giant beating, looking at Yun Miao, her silver eyes are slightly sluggish, she doesn't understand, it's obviously just a trick, is it so difficult to resist?

"Stop, who gave you permission to come!" Although Shaoqing's heart was like this, she still scolded him coldly.