Nameless looked at the people who came and went in a hurry, speechless. But when I remembered what this person said, I was half-convinced, and my mind was finally difficult to calm down.

When night fell, after searching for a day, the ownerless primordial god seemed to be hidden, without any clues. The weary people were asleep, and the crackling of burning branches and the sound of muffled breathing were intertwined, disturbing the people who could not be at peace. Nameless stood with his hands behind his back, because of the last time he used Lian Yun Zhu, his body was much better than before. But this heart is more complicated and chaotic than before.

He sighed involuntarily and looked in the direction of Qingqiu Mountain again. Sharman opened his eyes and looked at him, but did not step forward to admonish. Lao Jun has commanded, the nameless body is resisting Lian Yunzhu, this is caused by the obsession of this body itself, others can do nothing, only he can overcome himself to become one.

Sharman once asked Lao Jun, what is the concept of two into one? Eliminate one or the other.

Lao Jun didn't say anything, but his expression was not easy.

Shaman thought of the handsome and elegant Master Maoqing in Qingyun Temple, his face was as cold as ice, his heart was as warm as spring, and in order to protect the people he wanted to protect, he suppressed and forbeared, and gave up everything. What is that obsession? If it is love, then you should accept Lian Yunzhu, become one with it, and become the lost lover who is looking for the high Yun Qianjun. But what is he refusing? Refuse to be someone else?

Shaman once again looked at the nameless, white in the bright moonlight, and the white was so unreal, and Shaman suddenly missed the blue-shirted man in the same moonlight. It wasn't until the white flew away with the moonlight that Shaman fell asleep, and in his dream, under the peach blossom tree, some people danced, some people laughed and played, and some people stopped quietly, happy and peaceful.

Ah Huo ignored Fang Ruo and Yu Qingyang, and hid on the ninth floor of the stone tower alone, transfusing the few demonic powers in his body into the Holy Lotus over and over again, until he passed out of his strength. Suddenly, the demon fire was blown by the breeze and almost extinguished. A white shadow flashed in silently, looked at Ah Huo who had passed out, and walked straight to Ah Yin.

The Holy Lotus was absorbing Qingqiu's spiritual power, and a little bit of light shimmered in the moonlight. Nameless hesitated for a long time, but finally reached out and probed over. The faintly pale fingertips pierced through the waves, and he could feel the flow of spiritual power in them. Nameless's heart beat unexpectedly, and his fingers trembled and retracted.

The little demon inside with teeth and claws was pale at the moment, and had no intuition. Nameless subconsciously wanted to mobilize his true qi, but Jiang Xiaoyu's words sounded again, maybe it was himself who caused him to become like this.

"Forget it, since I'm not your Maoqing, there's no need to entangle with you anymore, since you have a spiritual object to protect your body, you can absorb the spiritual power of Qingqiu Mountain by yourself, and you should be able to get through this level. Hopefully," Nameless paused, "Hopefully we won't see each other again." ”

Nameless took one last look at Ayin and flew away.

There are always a lot of interesting things that happen at night, such as the nameless senior brother who can't sleep sneaks into the Qingqiu Stone Pagoda to visit a little monster that he hates extremely much, such as Jiang Xiaoyu, who ran all the way and got lost and didn't know the north, south, south, and northwest, ran back and forth on the same street no less than ten times without knowing it, and for another example, Meng Jiang, who had been dreaming of being a scholar with peace of mind, suddenly couldn't sleep all night, and there was a voice in his head that seemed to explode and the noisy people were almost nervous.

There are always some things in this world, unknown and without warning, but they really happen, until one day, like mushrooms after a rain, suddenly become visible to the naked eye, but at that time, there is no power to return to the sky. Before this, people, even if they were aware of the crisis, were still reluctant to take a step out of their quiet dreams.

Meng Jiang took out the Shushan notebook, put it on the desk, put his hands on it, but his eyes were closed. The heart in the chest was pounding, as if it was restless and irritable.

Outside the gate of Xicheng, there were two shadows floating in the air, the man was handsome, the woman was charming, the long hair was entangled, and the illusory body was tightly intertwined, as if it were one. Outside the city gates, it was desolate and dead, and there was nothing to be desired.

The man looked down at the woman in his arms, and he remembered the pain when he was hit hard by the stinky Taoist priest, the only time he felt pain since escaping the darkness. And the woman in his arms was his medicine, which gave his empty body a fresh momentum, and he didn't want her to die.

The man looked up ahead, and he felt the fresh spirit beckoning to him, but the purifying power of the breeze piercing his body made him fearful. It seems that under the influence of the breath inside the city gate, the woman's shallow body is a little weaker. The man let out a low and suppressed roar, suddenly let go of the woman, and spread his arms wide, flying towards the city gate like a night bat, and soon disappeared.

Meng Jiang's hand on the book moved unconsciously, and his tightly closed eyes trembled.

Nameless came out of Qingqiu, and was about to return to his original place, but vaguely heard a strange roar. Nameless listened carefully, but he couldn't hear anything. After seeing in both eyes, this hearing also seems to have decreased. Nameless was annoyed by his distraction, shook his head irritably, forced himself to calm down, listened carefully but there was no movement, could it be that there was an auditory hallucination? Nameless frowned and muttered to himself, pondering for a moment before deciding to go back the way he came.

In the orange firelight, the woman who was sewing clothes for her husband yawned sleepily, looked at the almost mended undershirt, smiled softly, got up and blew out the candle, and tiptoed into the inner room. The man who had worked all day was shirtless, snoring, and the sound was like thunder. The woman shook her head helplessly, unbuttoned her shirt and prepared to go to bed, but her hand stopped on the belt around her waist, and she remained motionless as if frozen.

The black shadow reflected in the window, like a huge mouth, and ate the woman whole. The snoring stopped abruptly, and the cold air froze the vines outside the window that had just sprouted their tentacles, and drooped in the corner.

The black shadow was speeding through the deserted street, but it was staggered by the Void's palm, and the woman's side was hit by the black shadow of the palm, and she fell to the ground fiercely, snorting, obviously not dead.

The black shadow looked around vigilantly, and the disembodied primordial spirit was directly exposed to the purifying qi, as if there were thousands of ants devouring it. A figure appeared in mid-air, dressed in a cyan robe, with a cold and lonely face, but it was Meng Jiang. "You dare to come to my Xicheng to kill people, you have a little guts!"

The black shadow immediately flew over, and the void body turned into several streams of black qi and instantly enveloped Meng Jiang. Meng Jiang thought it was a small character, but he didn't expect the other party's cold aura to be so heavy, and yes, he was obviously fearless when he dared to go straight to the Purification City.

Meng Jiang didn't dare to slack off anymore, and his palm reversed and added a short knife out of thin air, cutting off the black qi with a sharp blade and rescuing himself. The shadow obviously couldn't believe that the knife in the other man's hand was actually working on his disembodied body. He let out a low roar and threw himself at the woman on the ground, intending to retreat first. But how could Meng Jiang let the tiger return to the mountain, and immediately intercepted the way, the short knife in his hand flew flexibly, and the approaching black shadow was defeated and retreated. (To be continued.) )