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On the second floor, Qing Yan reclined on a couch, her slender fingers gently massaging her slightly sore temples. From the beginning of the night, an ominous feeling had been surrounding her, making it difficult for her to rest for a second again.

"Won't the Atom Man be killed?" Qing Yan said to Meng Nanzhi on the ground.

"Well, even if you find the nucleus, you can only control her." Meng Nanzhi crossed his hands to make pillows and looked at the ceiling thoughtfully.

"Then if she escapes, won't she cause a big ****."

"Don't worry, the last days have been around for so long, and that atomic man has been staying there, so naturally there is something worth guarding there." Meng Nanzhi's tone was filled with a smile, Qingyan was too nervous tonight, she had to take it easy, so that her nerves would not collapse even tighter.

"I hope so." Sighing slightly, he slowly closed his eyes.

The lights in the hallway flickered on and off, and death lurked in the darkness in the distance.

The night breeze blew through the window into the room, bringing a strange smell.

|“ Meng Nanzhi has something coming. Qing Yan opened his eyes violently, and his beautiful eyes were full of alertness.

"Hmm." Meng Nanzhi on the ground also quickly got up and opened the door carefully.

The corridor was empty, and the flickering lights were even more eerie. The two of them quickly walked out of the room, and the strong wind blew through the surrounding trees, and the forest waves were everywhere.

"It's a little weird that it's windy." Meng Nanzhi frowned and looked at Lin Hai around him.

"Go up to the top floor." With the help of the power of the railing, Qingyan's body jumped upward. Like a light delphinium, it soon came to the rooftop of the roof.

Everything around him made Qing Yan speechless in shock.

In the distance of the forest, which was originally peaceful, the flames soared into the sky. The evening breeze flew towards him with the breath of a heat wave, and the birds in the sky seemed to have changed. In the distance, people could be seen fleeing to this side, and they had to run forward as fast as they could, in order to shake off the fire dragon that was following them. There is also the ability to move and fight to the death with those mutated birds and beasts to keep their own life.

But all this was not what surprised Qing Yan the most, but the aurora that emitted a trace of green in the firelight. This kind of aurora can only be seen by cultivators, so ordinary mortals can't see it. And amazingly, the trees burned by the firelight were still green, and although the fire was very close to people, it was not as close as to people. It's like driving people to run for their lives. Could it be that this fire is to save those people from escaping here as soon as possible.

"Does Meng Nanzhi dare to fly by himself once?" Qingyan didn't look back, just stared ahead.

"What?" As soon as Meng Nanzhi climbed up, he heard Qingyan's cold voice, and he didn't react for a while.

"Don't you dare." Qingyan turned around with her hands, and the evening breeze blew her long hair, but it made her back even thinner.

"Dare!" Meng Nanzhi gritted his teeth and nodded vigorously.

"Mo Han." The flying sword quickly flew in front of Qing Yan and soared in the air.

"After I go back, immediately notify the people on the ship to come to the rescue."

"Wait, aren't you going back?"

"You go first, I'll be there later." Qing Yan's eyes were dyed with a touch of depth, this was the first time he encountered the aurora in another world, which meant that there was a certain god here, and he had to stay to find out.

"Okay." Meng Nanzhi forcibly suppressed the timidity in his heart and tentatively stepped on the sword body.

"Now talk and do it with me." Qingyan crossed his hands, and a little streamer flowed through his fingertips. "The heart moves from the mind, the sword is from the spirit, the spirit is interconnected, and the sword is combined."

The Mo Han under Meng Nanzhi's feet soared slightly, controlling the fear in his heart, forcibly maintaining an extremely sober brain, and constantly reciting the mantra of Qingyan in his heart.

"Meng Nanzhi must remember not to retreat, in case the sword body is unstable halfway, I will hand you another formula." Although Mo Han has been psychic, he has the qualifications to be able to resist the sword for the first time. Let Qingyan be quite appreciative, she has always cherished and appreciated geniuses like her master. So he moved the idea of teaching him another formula, otherwise if he encountered a wind flow halfway, it would be a pity that a good genius would die.

"The sword is made of iron, it is psychic because of its grasp, it is moved by its heart, it is alive because of blood, and it dies because of non-thoughts! The form and spirit are compatible, holding the yuan and keeping one, refining the yuan and nourishing elements, taking the innate mixed yuan qi, accumulating the five elements, and combining the four images, so that the heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys are the five qi of the yuan"

"Qingyan, you must come back quickly." Meng Nanzhi's sword flew higher and higher, and his voice was blown smaller and smaller by the strong wind.

Qing Yan nodded his chin slightly in agreement. Life is the most important thing at all times, and I can rest assured that I will return safely.

"After all, there are still people waiting for me." Thinking of Ye Ye's lips, a happy smile was hooked, and the next second he disappeared on the rooftop, leaping in the firelight.

Sure enough, as he expected, these fires looked red like the sun from a distance, and there was the scorching air that covered the sky. It's only when you're in the middle of it that you'll realize that it's just a realistic trick.

"The senior disciple of the Water Moon Sect is here, and I hope that the seniors will appear." Qingyan bowed respectfully to the firelight, his eyebrows full of respect.

"It's been a long time since the donor." The distant voice slowly sounded from all around, like a clear spring gurgling around Qingyan's body.

When Qingyan straightened up again, he found that everything around him had changed drastically. The surrounding sea of fire was gone, replaced by a quaint and tranquil temple, and the feeling of déjà vu instantly ignited Qingyan's memory.

"This is the Old Street." After separating from Ye Ye for the first time, he came here by ghost. I was invited by the abbot to hide from the rain, and here I met someone who was exactly the same as the master.

Squeak, Qingyan gently pushed open the old wooden door, it seemed that it had just rained here, and there was still moisture on the wooden door, and water droplets slowly dripped from under the eaves onto the mossy stone steps.

Qingyan stepped in, and everything here was still as quiet and serene as before.

Walking into the stone pavilion, the game of chess has changed a little, but there is still an urge to make people want to play a game.

"Since the donor has this thought, why not play the next game." In the distance, the robe fluttered in the wind, and the figure slowly arrived.

"Master loves chess, I learned a little bit from Master." Qing Yan said to the master who was coming slowly.

"If you have a famous teacher's guidance, then ask the donor to enter the game. The white kapok robe was raised slightly, and the dust that had been scattered on the chess surface was swept away, leaving only a game of endgame.

"Since the master is sincerely invited, how can I refuse." Qingyan frowned slightly, and looked at the chess board intently. This game is a master's layout, and the chess is full of dangers, and if you are not careful, you will lose all the games.

Qingyan sat down and thought carefully about each move. At this time, the black and white sides of the chess board have their own advantages, and they also have their own chokes.