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Blood-red lanterns swayed in midair, like beating hearts.

They are like stars, but they have more heat than stars.

Countless pavilions and pavilions are either suspended or standing, and the stars fall in this huge palace.

There are birds perched on the roof of the building with cyan flames, there are real dragon-like beasts hovering in the water spring, and even legged elixirs can be seen running around.

The palace of the Tang Dynasty is extremely luxurious, and if you compare it with the southern country, it is really a heaven and an underground.

The tallest building in this huge palace, called the Star Picking Tower, has 17 floors, and it stands quietly above the earth, with orange sky lanterns hanging from the corners of the eaves.

Although there are a few buildings suspended in mid-air around it, none of them dare to rise above it.

At this moment, on the top floor of the Star Picking Tower, a somewhat thin white-clothed figure stood in the cold wind, and the sparse stars seemed to be above her head.

This woman is extremely beautiful, not as beautiful as ordinary things.

She has an indescribable temperament, and the chill between her eyebrows makes people dare not look at her at all.

Her beauty is a beauty that touches the heart.

Her beauty is a terrifying beauty.

She has to be beautiful.

She is the holy queen of the Tang Dynasty, Hai Mingkong.

She stood in the Star Picking Tower, looking at the huge Chang'an City under her, and the chill between her eyebrows became deeper and deeper.

Li Er came to her side.

"The fourth is dead." Li Erdao.

"He deserves to die, the moment he decided to make a move on his senior brother, he was already dead."

The Holy Queen's voice was cold to the bone, and her eyes looked at a small alley in Chang'an City, where there was a little beggar begging for food in front of a rich family's house, but was driven away, and the little beggar was standing in the cold wind, stubbornly holding his head high, not letting tears remain.

And the senior brother in her mouth refers to Lu Sanjin.

"It seems a little too simple." Li Er sighed, as if he felt a little cold standing here, took Hai Mingkong's hand, and walked towards the building.

The picture suddenly brightened a lot, and the top floor of the Star Picking Tower was lit with hundreds of lights.

"If someone wants it to be simple, then we make it simple, and if it goes against their will, it won't be interesting." Hai Mingkong helped Li Er take off his coat and hang it aside.

The light flickered a few times and was about to go out, Li Er walked over and seriously picked up the wick.

Hai Mingkong sat in front of the dresser, staring at his ageless face in the bronze mirror, and said, "There seem to be more and more fairy clans outside the giant mountain city?"

"Without the Taicang Sword, the rats are naturally ready to move. But the country is there, there will be no problem. ”

Jiang Shan is a famous general second only to Lu Sanjin in the Tang Dynasty.

"The fairy clan is menacing this time, and they want to get back the inheritance of the year, but ...... At that time, the three families were divided, and now only one of us remains. Hai Mingkong sighed.

Li Er stretched out his left hand, but his eyes were still looking at the wick in front of him.

In his hand came a round, near-spherical metal object.

"Is there that part of the old Ninth Husband's family in this?"

"It's all together, but this thing is strange, and it needs to be complete before it can open that door." Li Er frowned slightly, he rarely did a small thing seriously, but after trying a few times, the wick still didn't get it right.

He was a little depressed.

Hai Mingkong walked over, gently pushed Li Er away, and took over Li Er's work.

Li Er fell on the couch behind him, closed his eyes and said, "You sent someone to kill him?"

"He deserves to die."

"But Third Brother Lu and An Ran don't want him to die."

"Li Anran went to Kongminghai, and Third Brother Lu is dead."

"But the one in the Tianli Sect is not dead yet."

"So he deserves to die."

There was a silence.

Hai Mingkong picked out the wick and snuggled in Li Er's arms: "Just kill this time, if he can see the sun tomorrow, then I don't mind being his uncle."

……

The cold light suddenly appeared, with a blazing killing intent, and suddenly appeared in front of Qi Le's eyes.

Qi Le's left leg took a step back, his left arm spun forward sharply, and a spiritual light burst forward along his arm.

Poof.

The cold light rolled upside down, the rain curtain exploded, the layers of mist dispersed, and a black figure stepped on the water, holding the cyan sword qi in both hands, and went straight to Qi Le's chest.

Qi Le swiped forward with his left hand to create a semicircle.

Fuji sword intent throws out.

Rumble!

Countless spiritual lights exploded, like random arrows shooting in all directions, clicking...... Countless gaps were shot out of the earth, and cracks spread out.

The rain was getting heavier.

"Feng Yun?" Qi Le said coldly.

"It's good in the eyes." The black figure replied.

"Who sent you?" Qi Le dusted his sleeves, his brows furrowed, the surrounding environment was a little weird, if it was really in the Tianli Sect, it was estimated that it would have been discovered a long time ago.

The only explanation is that it has been sealed here than the formation.

The rain that kept falling that sky was proof of that.

The rain fell on him, Qi Le's breathing became tighter and tighter, and he sensed that his breath was rapidly declining.

This rain, there is a problem!

"Look for death!" Qi Le strode forward, and above the tip of his left finger, a sword tip appeared.

This was the only thing that the Taicang Sword left in Qi Le's body, the tip of the sword that originally belonged to the Gu Cang Sword.

Feng Yun's face was expressionless, he didn't fight Qi Le head-on, he only needed to drag on for a while, and Qi Le's cultivation would fall to the point where he could raise his hand to kill.

Qi Le unfolded his Kunpeng steps, like a flash of lightning, falling in front of Feng Yun.

Feng Yun's pupils shrank suddenly, Qi Le's speed was too fast, and before he could react, the tip of Gu Cangjian's sword pierced his chest.

"Poof!" Qi Le coughed up a mouthful of black blood and fell into the rain curtain in the sky, the sharp rain was like countless steel needles, piercing Qi Le's body, Qi Le struggled to get up, but this world, as if endless, could not see the end.

……

Pick up the star building.

Hai Mingkong, who was lying in Li Er's arms and pretending to sleep, suddenly frowned, she raised her left hand, looked at the top of her index finger, and slowly oozed a little red blood.

"Failed?" Li Er asked, gently grabbed Hai Mingkong's fingers, held them in his mouth, and sucked them gently.

Hai Mingkong closed his eyes and said softly: "It's a pity that the charm that has been cultivated for more than ten years." ”

"It's as simple as that?"

"There is also a demarcation bead, a bitter rainy day."

"Are you going to let him live?"

"He will live, as for how long, it depends on what weight he has in that person's heart."

"How many lifetimes is Third Brother Lu coming from?"

"The ninth."

"Nine is the extreme number, there will be earth-shattering changes."

"Whether there is it or not, I want him to have it."

……

(Huolu Tian went out for an interview, tired as a dog, the first half of this chapter is still coded on the subway, and the yard will not move again.) ）