Lin Chong, who was selected by the high-level demonic beasts as the contractor, formed an equal contract with the five-headed demonic beasts after a heartbeat, and the five pillars of mercury light rose from the ground, exploding flowers in the deep night, a round of the crescent moon slowly emerged, the midnight darkness, and the ancient breath spread in the Guiyuan Mountain Range. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The five men, including Lin Chong, were envied by the other members of the Xingtian Clan, suspended from the silver pillar of light, the leaves were colorful, and the scenery was depressed, as if they had returned to the ancient battlefield, the wind of the desert, and the snow of winter.

Lin Chong opened his mouth and spit out the essence blood, which was embedded in the eyebrows of the bewitching beauty, and the sound of the soul that shook the mountains and rivers sounded, and the two souls of one person, one beast, formed an indescribable bond.

With your blood, in exchange for my soul, so far, fight side by side, life and death will not be separated-

As if a voice from ancient times, it sounded in everyone's silent minds, and their spirits were shocked.

The circle of pact light formed on the ground, and the complex and obscure runes flowed slowly, and the straight lines intertwined the ancient Greek formation.

After a long time, the five demonic beasts got into the eyebrows of the men, lodged in their bodies, the brilliance disappeared, and the five fell to the ground, as if they were reborn, with awe-inspiring momentum and full of spring light.

The blue-maned unicorn on Lin Chong's neckline crawled out, revealing a head, and a pair of eyes were full of mist, pitiful.

As if he knew that his master had contracted other magical beasts, the blue-maned unicorn felt that he was about to be abandoned.

Lin Chong smiled heartily, then raised his broad palm and rubbed the head of the blue-maned unicorn, and the blue-maned unicorn hung in the empty heart, and then put it down.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Qingge nodded.

Although the process was a bit bumpy, the good thing was that everything was as she thought, and the plan and development were not derailed.

However,

When Qingge eradicated all the dark elements in the bodies of the five demonic beasts, on this continent, in a boundless dark place, a king-like figure sat lonely on a golden chair, with a handsome and fair face, slightly closed eyes, exquisite facial features, and perfect contours, like the most perfect handicraft in the hands of God, without any flaws.

Finally, he opened a pair of eyes, dark green eyes, like a poisonous scorpion, staring at a scene through the dark space, the dark green eyes flowed, he seemed to see a certain mountain range, the white-haired girl harnessed the power of the snow spirit bead, curing all the evil in the world.

An expression suddenly appeared on the man's indifferent face, and a smile overflowed the entire face, but it did not spread to the bottom of his eyes.

Yin was as red as blood, his thin lips were lightly opened, and the man smiled lightly, "Little guy, I'm looking forward to your next performance." ”

"Don't let me down, or you'll die."

“……”

The wind whimpered, like weeping.

There seems to be a clever woman, singing the world in the head of the river, and the song is scattered, and no one knows how cold the tea is.

It's late at night.

Onibuchi Mountains.

There are too many dark elements in the body of the Warcraft, too rich, and healing with the Snow Spirit Bead will not only consume a lot of Qingge's spiritual power, but also consume Qingge's heart, after all, the Snow Spirit Bead is placed in Qingge's heart.

It is precisely because of this that Qingge can control a part of the power of the Snow Spirit Bead in a short period of time.

Eliminating six demonic beasts in one day is basically her limit.

Therefore, at night, Qingge did not go further into the depths, but set up a bonfire in the forest to keep out the cold, eating the dry food stored in the space bag, and the high-level demonic beasts led by Wuwu kept vigil on the periphery.

"Allure, let's have a song."

Qingge held the jar and drank the heart-breaking wine, his eyes were hazy, and he looked at the night with his head sideways and smiled, revealing his snow-white teeth.

Nightfall sat cross-legged not far away, hearing the sound, she glanced at the light song, and then picked up the piano next to her, propped it on her legs, and her slender white fingers provoked the stringless piano bones.

The sound of the piano is just like coming from the sky, like thousands of springs flowing down the waterfall, miserable and miserable, low and pleasant sound, like a homeless wild ghost wailing to the long sky, like using bone marrow to make wine, to a drunk that does not care about the future.

Those who are confused are lost in thousands of roads.

No one can find a place to be.

Suddenly, the entire Ghost Abyss Mountain Range was filled with an aura of sadness.

The members of the Xingtian Clan, all the burly men, were in tears at the moment, as if they remembered the unknown stories, as if they missed their relatives at home, they turned their heads, stared wide-eyed, and looked at Bai Yue stubbornly, and the cow drank strong wine, burning through the throat and abdomen like a fire, not knowing the taste of sorrow.

Even the monsters were melancholy.

Standing not far away, Sao Bao's red pants became the most gorgeous scenery in the night, the corners of his mouth outlined a cruel smile, looking carefully, it was nothing more than ten thousand years of loneliness could not be eternal.

"Woman, give me wine." Fuki stood in front of Qingge and stretched out his hand, a serious way.

Qingge was stunned for a long time, laughed, and then took out a jar of heartbroken wine from the realm of nothingness and handed it to Fuxi, who drank the wine while holding it, but most of it was poured on his face, and washed the delicate and immature eyebrows until they were white and flawless.

Qingge was lying on the grass, his elbows propped up on the ground, his jade fingers supporting his head, his clean white hair sprinkled on the ground like algae, his stunning face, and the center of his eyebrows, a touch of blue flame was enchanting.

The woman's other hand, holding the jar, took a sip from time to time.

She listened to the sound of Fuxiqin and remembered all kinds of pasts, which were all her bloody pasts.

Suddenly, Qingge stood up straight with her aura supporting, she pulled out the Mingwang knife inserted in the ground, and jumped into the lake next to her.

The willows by the lake are sparkling, and behind the shore, the mountains and mountains are obliterated in the enchanting night.

Everyone looked at the surface of the lake that turned around in amazement, although they knew that Qingge would not die in this lake, but in the end, it was the dangerous Ghost Yuan Mountain Range, and it was false to say that they were not worried.

Nightfall froze, staring at the lake, his cold eyes full of worry.

Wow -

A graceful figure rushed out of the water, and the man tread the water without a trace, his steps fluttered, holding an ink-colored knife in his hand, dancing on the surface of the lake.

Nightfall smiled.

The sound of the piano is high, embattled, pressing step by step, life and death, a thousand shots.

A woman dancing on the lake with white hair like snow, jumped into the air, her legs were straight, and then they were together, the knife in her hand was ready to be fired, and she stabbed out of thin air, as if there were thousands of troops and horses, buried in the lake.

The awe-inspiring murderous aura and the peerless figure can be called the swan song of the ages.

Night Allure City's fingers quickly provoked, only to see phantoms passing over the bones, and the sound of the piano became faster and faster, as if intoxicated.

Under the faint sound, everyone looked at the figure that danced in the city, the sword aura was like a rainbow, overlapping, and extremely fast, like the grief and indignation of the country and the death of the family, and the powerlessness of lingering.

For a long time, the sound of the piano in the night is as quiet as the wind, as if it is full of spring scenery, all things are vibrant, and the country and the people are safe.

And the figure on the lake, the posture of the dancing knife gradually slowed down.

Night Fall City sat under the Bodhi tree, looking at the figure in the distance, when the red lips opened slightly, the piano murmured, "The leaves are pale, and the white dew is frost; The so-called Iraqi people are on the water side. ”

The sound of the piano is sent to each other, and the dance is prosperous.

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