Qing Haichao followed the memory in his mind and quickly burrowed into an inconspicuous cave on the edge of the cliff. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The entrance to the cave was very narrow, but the inside was very spacious. In the dark night, the cave was pitch black. There are countless tiny cracks in the mottled stone walls around it. The soft moonlight shines through the cracks and casts on the bottom of the cave. The criss-crossing light illuminates the posture of the strange stones in the cave.

With the faint moonlight, Qing Haichao strode through the uneven passage and walked straight into the depths. In a short time, he was out of the cave. I came to a large forest that was quiet and dense.

Thinking about the dialogue between the two brothers all the way, Qing Haichao couldn't help but strengthen a belief in his heart: Huo Yanguo is the only hope for saving his mother, and he can't let others take it no matter what.

Thinking about it like this, I was naturally afraid that I wouldn't be able to catch up with those two. So he made up his mind and ran into the woods.

Qing Haichao knew that after passing through the woods, he would reach the mountain road where the two brothers had disappeared. At the top of the hill, he saw that the two of them were heading west. After thinking about it, in order to shorten the time, he also buried his head in the west of the dense forest.

The night was cold and the wind was cold, and the tide chased all the way, but he did not feel cold, and he was not afraid of the dark and deep caves and dense forests.

He shuttled quickly through the woods, like a beast of prey, and he would not give up until he reached his goal.

Darkness, fear, tiredness, etc., these obstacles that could have hindered his progress, were all swept away by the firm faith in his heart. Instead, there was wheezing, sweat. It is also unwavering and indomitable.

Qinghai Chao ran quickly, and after about half an hour, he finally came to the mountain road at the bottom of the cliff. At this time, the night was darker, and the surrounding was so quiet that only the sound of its own wheezing remained.

He looked at the hazy night ahead, the direction in which the two figures had long since disappeared. I couldn't help but exhale a long breath, and I hurried down......

That night, there was no sound in his ears except footsteps and wheezing; That night, there was sweat and tears, and he will never forget; That night, he stayed up all night, just for that belief in his heart!

Kunlun Mountain, the ethereal and ethereal sacred mountain beyond the West Sea of Suffering, is divided into two veins: east and west. According to legend, it was transformed by the eyes of Pangu, the great god of creation, and was extremely aura. It is to become the first choice for countless immortal cultivators to escape the world and cultivate.

There are poems: Don't drive the phoenix and the dragon, and go to the air with a cigarette. This is the true portrayal of the Kunlun Immortal Family by the ancients.

The peaks of the western branch of Kunlun Mountain are collectively called West Kunlun. This place is covered with clouds and fog all year round, and the trees are shady. The peak is in the clouds, and the traces of people are ethereal.

According to the residents of Kunlun Mountain, there are often immortals and beasts on the West Kunlun Mountain. Therefore, in order to pray for their children, the mountain people will gather at the foot of West Kunlun Mountain every once in a while, burn incense and make wishes, and make devout offerings, in order to seek the great wealth of their children.

In the eyes of the local mountain people, West Kunlun is the abode of the gods, who will not easily go up the mountain to disturb the gods, and do not allow outsiders to enter and leave at will. Over time, they became a mysterious race that guarded West Kunlun, known to the outside world as the "Kunlun Clan".

The West Sea, straddling the middle of West Kunlun and the Central Plains, is the only place for people from the outside world to reach West Kunlun.

The sun is shining and the breeze is cool. The waters of the West Sea are so clear that you can even see all kinds of fish on the shore. On the endless sea, a gust of wind blew from time to time, and several large waves immediately rode the wind, slapping the shore vigorously with a surging momentum. The splashing sea water is as confusing and intoxicating as a fairy scattering flowers, and people can't help but be in awe.

Today, at this time, the West Sea, which has always been rarely inhabited, suddenly has a special visitor.

It was a tired child, almost dizzy. white caftans, covered with dirt; Broken sleeves, strips.

The most conspicuous thing was the straw sandals he wore on his feet, which had almost disappeared. And the exposed feet are full of blood blisters, coupled with the blood marks of the road that have been scratched by the mountain rocks, people can't help but feel compassion when they see it.

Step by step, the child stumbled towards the west coast with heavy steps. No one knows where he came from, and no one cares why he became the way he is.

"I can't fall! I can't fall! Qinghai tide can't ...... Fall down! The boy gritted his teeth and muttered to himself weakly, but with a "plop" sound, he suddenly knelt on the shore of the West Sea, and his heavy body could no longer move a single step.

Qing Haichao knelt facing the sea, feeling the sharp pain coming from all over his body, and he felt extremely difficult to open his eyes at that moment.

In a trance, a lonely boat floated on the sea. Qing Haichao only saw an old man wearing a hat on his head, as if he was standing on a bamboo raft and beckoning to him.

Qing Haichao struggled to stand up, but his legs went weak and he fell down again. I saw that his eyes were full of tears, and he crawled forward unwillingly: "I must save A-Niang, please...... Save me! I can't die...... Please......"

Finally, Qing Haichao could no longer support his heavy body and fell on the shore of the West Sea.

When he was unconscious, he seemed to see the old man rowing a bamboo raft in the direction where he was.

The old man came nearer and saw a child who had not yet reached adulthood. And I saw that he was covered with mud, and that his wounds were bleeding profusely. I can't bear to stand still.

I saw the old man dock the bamboo raft on the shore, picked up the unconscious Qing Haichao in the past, and gently put him on the bamboo raft. Then he turned around and slowly rowed away in the direction of the way he came.

I don't know when, on the sparkling sea, there is a mist, and as far as the eye can see, the West Sea is far away in a white expanse.

The old man rowed the bamboo raft and gradually disappeared into the hazy mist. Suddenly a neat and loud prayer voice came from the far other side of the West Sea: O gods of Kunlun! Please protect the mountain people who love you and punish the evil devils. Save your most loyal people, alleviate their suffering, and heal their hearts. Purify his soul and reshape his body and mind......

At the gate of the city of Optimus City, there were many figures and the sound of battle.

The ten heroes of the Bitter Realm, masters from all walks of life gathered outside the Optimus City, sharpening their knives one by one, full of murderous energy.

"Qing Jian, hand over the demon girl of the world. Otherwise, the city will be destroyed today! ”

"Yes, Qingjian! Nian is in your service for the martial arts for so many years. Let's give you a chance, whether to fight or to draw, you choose! ”

Qing Jian looked at the beauty in his arms, with a resolute face: "Even if Qing Jian is the enemy of the whole world, he will never hand over Yingying." Die to this heart. ”

"Obsessed! Big guy, kill that demon girl. An old man in a brown robe shouted, and with a slash of his long knife, he slashed straight at Qing Jian.

Qing Jian moved slowly, standing in front of Xi Yingying, holding the long sword in his hand, his eyebrows were straight up, not angry and arrogant.

Seeing Qing Jian's tough attitude, the rest of the warriors were no longer silent, and each drew his sword and swarmed forward.

The sword light is staggered, and the cold light is dotted. Qingjian fights the heroes, back and forth, dozens of rounds, and does not fall behind.

It's just that although Qing Jian's swordsmanship is extraordinary, he can't stand the battle of the opponent's wheels. I saw that the few warriors who had been fighting for a long time suddenly retreated, and a few more people immediately made up for it. Entangle Qing Jian in the battle circle, and you can't get out.

Xi Yingying, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, stood in the rear weakly. Seeing the other party's intentions, while worried, his anxious expression suddenly changed. Becomes lifeless, becomes unwavering.

I saw her gently caressing her bulging belly, looking deeply at her husband in the battle, and her hot tears had already filled her eyes. The desperate eyes seem to be still nostalgic for the last bit of warmth in the world.

"Stop!"

Everyone was stunned when they heard this, and their eyes brushed to the weak woman standing in the distance.

I don't know when, Xi Yingying had already taken out the short blade hidden in her arms, "fluttered", and inserted it into her heart.

Even if he has a clear conscience in this life, fate makes people. If there is an afterlife, she is willing to be a lucky woman and marry Qing Jian to be his wife.

"No...... Can...... Yes! ”

Qing Jian froze in place, his pupils dilated suddenly, and tears welled up like a spring. The long sword in his hand fell to the ground with a "dang long".

He called out to the beautiful woman and wanted to go over and pick her up. At this moment, a steel knife suddenly pierced his chest from behind......