"What?"

In the darkness, she couldn't see her expression clearly, and she thought it was as ancient as usual. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

"Get back the Wudang book and rebuild the past glory of the Shangqing Palace." Rong Jiao said, and then struck an exit with a wave of his palm, and the light flashed, only to see the broken corpse of the Shura ant in front of him flying, and the mountains and rocks not far away fell down, revealing a black hole that only allowed one person to walk through.

There was a lot of mourning below, and there were also some people who saw the Rong Peak Lord splitting out a black hole and rushed to climb up.

"Put me down." Cheng Qinghe stared at the ant colony and said.

Rong Jiao turned a deaf ear, turned around and propped up a protective shield, and only after the rest of the disciples climbed in did she carry her and stuff her into the hole.

"Promise me."

Rong Jiao's age is just in the heyday of a foundation building peak monk, but there is not the slightest sense of vigor in this stereotypical and even old-fashioned face, and some are only stern and murderous.

remembered that before taking over the position of the peak master, she was still a childish girl, a girl who had just built a foundation, and was still a female cultivator, and she picked up the burden of Danxia Peak, because she was worried that she would not be able to be the peak master, she had no time to take care of her appearance, and alchemy occupied all her years and faded away.

She hadn't looked in the mirror for a long time, but occasionally she was in a trance when she saw herself in the mirror, because day after day, she was unconsciously and gradually turned into this untouchable appearance......

And now this burden is about to be put on the shoulders of the younger Cheng Qinghe, and she knows what she is about to face.

Cheng Qinghe looked at the Shura ants behind Rong Jiao who were constantly impacting the protective shield, and grabbed her arm tightly to hold her in.

"Promise me!" The nails were in the flesh, and the intense emotions in the words pierced Cheng Qinghe couldn't help but stare at her eyes.

Why are you crying? She looked at it in a daze, there were extremely complex emotions in her eyes, and she was confused for a moment, but as soon as the words came out, they unconsciously became four soft words: "I promise you." ”

As soon as the words fell, Rong Jiao put her hands behind her ears, and an overwhelming pain poured into her mind, and her eyes gradually blurred, feeling that something was stuffed into her palm.

Gradually, the boulder that blocked the entrance to the cave fell, and it was a stone's throw away

Fingers torn into shreds......

One by one, fragments flashed and then annihilated, it turned out, it turned out to be like this...... Under the dark canyon, Cheng Qinghe's eyes gradually focused.

Dream Eater Aya grabbed her wound, then wrapped it around her neck and stood up to aim at the center of her eyebrows, the translucent tip of Aya condensed into a cold cone thorn, cutting a two-inch-long bloody hole between her eyebrows, and then instantly rushed through the bloody mouth.

Aya's body disappeared, and the bloody mouth was closed, intact as before.

He Huohuo stood on the edge of the cliff and watched for a while, the cool breeze was blowing under the cliff, and the joy in her heart was not as full as she imagined, and the solution was too sudden, but she couldn't experience the pleasure of abusing her in the process.

With the sword in its sheath, she turned back and walked back the way she had come, but after a few steps she looked back again.

People always have an inexplicable sixth sense, and the surroundings are quiet, and there is no sound of wind or gravel rolling......

Just when she thought she was thinking too much, suddenly the light under the cliff was sheng, and a figure waving the wings of the cleanest leaped up like lightning, Cheng Qinghe knelt on one knee, stood up with his hands and waved his sword, and the wings behind him turned into nothingness.

He Huohuo was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses and looked at the broken sword in her hand with a smile: "If you don't have a sword, how can you fight me?" That's it? ”

Hearing this, Cheng Qinghe glanced at the Xuanjing Sword that was only half left in his hand, and his red lips opened slightly, "Who said I don't have a sword?" ”

As soon as the words fell, a mist flowed from her hand towards the Xuanjing Sword, and the broken place was elongated as if it were reborn, and it didn't take long for it to return to its original state in a few moments.

He Huohuo was startled and made a lightning shot, intending to cut off the Xuanjing Sword again, and when the two swords collided, the Xuanjing Sword was even worse than before as she expected, and it was broken into several pieces.

However, there was no time to rejoice, and the fragments flew away, and then they returned to the sword body as if they had grown consciousness.

"I admit that luck is also a part of strength, let me see now how much strength you have in addition to luck that can make me bow down." Cheng Qinghe said lightly, calmly and calmly, and grasped her sword body in the next pair of moves.

Normally, her hand would have sliced the moment it touched the blade, but now, the Dream Eater in her body flowed and wrapped her palm at a speed invisible to the human eye.

She slashed at He Huohuo's sword-holding hand with her backhand, and the cold light flashed, and He Huohuo hurriedly withdrew her hand and retreated in shock.

With two snorts, Cheng Qinghe stabbed the two swords deep into the ground, and then walked towards her with his bare hands.

He Huohuo retreated again and again, and a look of hesitation and fear began to appear in his eyes.

She, she's going to fight her hand-to-hand?!

A girl who seems to be petite and petite than her?

Ordinary Dao cultivators have no spiritual weapons, most of them are crispy, not to mention that they are in this place where there is no spiritual energy supply.

He Huohuo desperately fled into the dantian here has been exhausted, she was born in a family, and she has been meditating and cultivating since she was a child, although there are also conspiracies and grievances in the family, it is just playing with the heart, He Zeng is like this...... She pulled her leg and withdrew.

But how could Cheng Qinghe let her go so easily, rushed forward in a few steps, stepped on her waist with both feet, wrapped his wrists around her neck, and instantly strangled her to the ground.

Bang.

She flipped over He Huohuo's body and smashed a fist into her cheek, and a red mark appeared.

He Huohuo was on the side of his face, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"The chief disciple of the head of the sect?" Cheng Qinghe's backhand is another solid punch, "Zhong Emei has no lineage?" Pinching her chin, "How does it feel like the bamboo basket is empty?" ”

The shadows and fears left behind in those days when she was chased and killed by He Huohuo's sword have always been hidden in the deepest part of her heart, and in the dead of night, this jealousy pressed on her heart like a mountain, making her constantly doubt herself and question herself.

Looking at it now, He Huohuo, who has no sword, is a second-rate little monk, how can he show off his might?!

He Huohuo turned his face, and his cheeks were as high and swollen as hair, but his eyes were full of anger, as if he could devour her in minutes.

Cheng Qinghe lightly pursed a smile, as shy and harmless as the girl next door, but in the next second, she sank her face, like a superior who had been in a high place for a long time, and her fingers seemed to crush her jaw.

"Say, how did Zhong Emei die! Where is her body? ”

"Zhong Emei?" He Huohuo sneered: "Naturally, our good master Kong Qiu was killed, he was tortured before he died, and he couldn't get a moment of peace after death!" ”

Cheng Qinghe took a deep breath when he heard this.

"If you let me go, I'll tell you where her body is." (To be continued.) )