[Recommend Hu Ge, sigh freely]

This time is very regrettable, obviously reluctant, but helpless, just in the depths of the mountains and forests, everyone is angry to see the confrontation between the Tao and the Tao in front of them, in the Taiji diagram, the blood-red light is great, steaming up, before and after devouring more than a dozen temple masters, standing in the Taiji diagram of the young woman, dressed in white like snow, the posture is as immobile as a bell, the beauty of the face is as clean as ice and snow, standing with hands in hand, eyes are cold and cold.

Dugu Taizhen withdrew quickly from the Taiji diagram, as if he was in a bit of a hurry, and everyone hurriedly greeted him, Hall Master, are you okay?

Dugu Taizhen smiled freely, smiled and waved his hand, don't get in the way, this Taiji Diagram is a forbidden technique, Zhao Qingqing did not hesitate to kill herself in order to block us, and used her own blood to set up the Taiji Diagram, which is indeed really powerful, but, speaking of this, he deliberately raised his voice and said, but she didn't know that the two thousand people of the Ten Thousand Gu Sect were probably already successful now.

The woman in the array listened to him, her expression was stunned, as if she was listening carefully, standing in the center of the Taiji diagram, looking at everyone.

Dugu Taizhen then shouted, Miss Zhao, the old man sues you, the control room that was occupied by Di Qi has now been seized by Wan Gu Gate, and the old man will not go, the old man is leaving, should he return his soul as soon as possible, you look at it, and with a wave of his hand, thousands of people turned around and left, and walked towards the road in a mighty way.

But for a moment, Zhao Qingqing was left standing alone in the Taiji diagram, she looked up at the bright moon above her head, her eyes were hazy with a layer of mist, raised her left plain white hand, index finger, middle finger side by side, three fingers clasped, pointing to the bright moon above her head, a beam of purple light condensed and formed in the center of her fingers, the brighter and brighter the Taiji big picture, bright and dazzling, hovering above Zhao Qingqing's head, slowly turning, the aperture in the array, her snow-white dress is like a fairy feather, slowly moving, like a heavenly palace immortal, the beauty is not like a mortal, at this moment the purple light is great, Wave after wave shot towards the bright moon overhead, and the bright moon was more soft. Sprinkle the moon gas with fog bloom, slowly shrouded Zhao Qingqing's side, getting thicker and thicker, until her figure was completely blocked, Taiji Tu gradually dissipated silently, in the thick fog, she broke off, broken, the moonlight was scattered everywhere, and when the wind blew, it was reduced to breath, she walked out step by step, her posture was peerless, her temperament was dusty, she did not eat the fireworks of the world, the snow-white skin was smooth and tender like a newborn baby, the figure was fleeting, and she walked into the depths of the mountains and forests step by step with the moon.

The fragrance of flowers wafts in, and it is the breath of countless swaying flowers and plants,

Han Li stood here, tonight, there is an extra tomb here, an unknown small tomb, just like the beautiful girl buried in this tomb, like a flash in the pan, just like the beauty of a butterfly, the butterfly beautifully spreads its wings, stays on the petals, and dances.

He was going to set up a wooden sign for her, but after thinking about it, he still thought forget it, she liked to be quiet, she liked not to be noticed, not to be known, so he found her a very quiet place, no one would disturb her place, his tears had flowed to the point that he could no longer flow, so he stood quietly at her grave.

In the depths of the woods, there is always a bit of silence, through loneliness, who likes this loneliness, who will say, I like loneliness, at least he won't, but he can't go, because he can't bear this sad loneliness, if the butterfly is buried here, how can he go?

He didn't know how long he was standing, until a woman's sigh sounded, and in the moonlight, the beautiful woman walked out of the mist slowly, her face was covered with purple veil, her figure was slender, and she was dressed in white with a soft light, it was Zhao Qingqing, she was holding a bouquet of freshly picked flowers, she walked down to the grave, bent down and gently put down the flowers, how long are you going to stand here?

Han Lidao, I don't know.

Zhao Qingqing still bent over, gently stroked the flowers and plants on the grave, and said in a low voice, I don't know, how long? For a lifetime?

Han Li frowned, and after half of the salary, he said slowly, Sister Qing still looks so indifferent, as if nothing can affect your mentality forever, even if Ruodie is dead, you are like this.

Zhao Qingqing didn't speak, motionless.

Han Li continued, people in the world call you a fairy, fairies and gods are not much different, why can't a fairy save a weak woman.

Zhao Qingqing said quietly, they call me a fairy, I have never gone to my heart.

Han Li asked, if Die dies, isn't Sister Qing wrong?

Zhao Qingqing lowered her head, thought for a moment, and said in a voice like a heavenly voice, I don't know.

Han Li's expression was lonely, and he was silent for a moment and said in a low voice, You are strong in martial arts, and there are few opponents in the world, so you just have to take her away from the Soul Tower Control Room, how could today's incident happen.

Zhao Qingqing stood up, turned her back to Han Li, and took a deep breath, I will take her away, but she will not go, so I took you into the Seven Absolute Formations and asked you to take her away, but you ran away, but I could not predict it.

Han Li's throat was like being blocked, it turned out that Zhao Qingqing said that day, I hope you don't regret today's incident, it is true, but her heart is like numbness, and she can't help but say loudly, why didn't Sister Qing save her, you are a fairy, there is no one you can't save, right?

Zhao Qingqing looked back at him and said seriously, I would rather not be that fairy, but just an ordinary woman, I also saved her, but I didn't save her, no one can predict what will happen in the future, I really tried my best.

Han Li's face was full of exhaustion, and he muttered, Sister Qing is a fairy in the eyes of the world, and she will never make mistakes, and she understands.

Zhao Qingqing's tone was tight, and she said crisply, are you sarcastic about me?

Han Li laughed, looked up to the sky and sighed, sarcastically Sister Qing, I dare, you are a fairy, there should be no mistakes in the first place, if even fairies can make mistakes, then this world will not be saved.

Zhao Qingqing brushed her sleeves and said indifferently, I'm leaving, you can do it yourself, you decide where Lingling is.

Han Li didn't speak, listening to her footsteps and gradually walking away, thinking of Lingling, at this time, only Lingling could make his heart quiet, take a deep look at the small tomb, reluctantly turned around to chase Zhao Qingqing, and asked her the way out.

He ran and walked, and within a moment, he caught up and saw Zhao Qingqing not far away, seeing her figure walking slowly, as if she was a little weak, she didn't take a few steps, she stopped, reached out to take off the veil, held the trunk of the tree, bent over and coughed, the injuries in her body intensified, the blood rushed like a river and sea, uncontrollable, she couldn't help but move, her throat was sweet and spit out a mouthful of blood, holding the trunk and gasping violently, it looked like she looked really uncomfortable, such a fairy-like person would also have such a fragile side.

Han Li was startled, ran over and asked impatiently, Sister Qing, what's wrong with you?

Zhao Qingqing was riddled with injuries, looking pale, it was indeed a sign of excessive blood loss, Han Li heard her say that she did her best, and there was still a little complaint, and doubt, and did not hesitate to say sarcastic, at this time, seeing that she was seriously injured, she didn't say a word in front of people, complaining, at this time, she happened to see it inadvertently, and she understood her pain, and suddenly admired this woman again, suppressed her throat, a little embarrassed, and muttered, I'm sorry, Sister Qing, I don't blame you for being long-sighted.

Zhao Qingqing tied the veil, her eyes looked cold, frowned and said, Get out.

Han Li's face turned red, and he scratched his head in embarrassment and said, I don't know the way back.

But seeing the purple light between Zhao Qingqing's fingers, he couldn't help but be startled by her, Zhao Qingqing is amazing, he has seen it, especially he is naturally afraid of this woman, seeing her stern voice, he can't help but want to slowly retreat.

Just about to take a step, Zhao Qingqing said coldly, don't move, her voice was a little urgent.

Han Li was stunned, she wanted to roll by herself again, and she had to stop moving by herself, what did this mean?

Just as he was out of his trance, he suddenly felt a burst of danger in his back, a hehe sneer sounded in his ears, his face was numb, his shoulders sank, and he suddenly saw a claw flowing with thick water, touching his shoulder, Han Li's face turned pale, his body suddenly fell forward, the famous sword frost had been withdrawn, and he slashed back without looking, the sword light flowed, enveloping the samurai in the samurai armor, his exposed skin, his whole body was rotten, and he was dripping with thick water, and he felt even more disgusting, so he quickly took off the clothes that he had touched, and couldn't help but shout, Sister Qing, what is this?

The purple light between Zhao Qingqing's fingers has been emitted, and with a bang, the thunder between the fingers is terrifying, the purple light exploded, and the wind is blowing, Zhao Qingqing is dressed in white like snow, her hair is dancing wildly, the purple veil between her face is a little mysterious, her jade hand is on her neck, and her eyes look coldly.

The smoke dissipated, Han Li stood beside Zhao Qingqing, the zombie-like armored warrior, was blown out more than ten zhang, and looked motionless from a distance, the sound of the landing just now sounded very heavy, as if a mountain was falling down, Han Li took a closer look, and said in surprise, Sister Qing, you see, this monster weighs at least a thousand catties, and the land has collapsed, and where it has passed, there are footprints left one after another that sink deeply, and I am even more surprised that Zhao Qingqing's seriously injured body can also send out thunder between his fingers, blowing up this thousand-pound monster more than ten zhang, This martial arts cultivation, this temperament that is not chaotic in the face of danger, is really not comparable to other women