Although this sorrow does not know where it comes from and where it comes from, it is so unreasonable and unreasonable, and it is still ethereal and unpredictable, she has experienced it in several years of experience, and she worries about what she wants to eat all day so that she will not gain weight, but this feeling of sorrow is extremely unfamiliar.

Master said that wine was a taste of sorrow, but after tasting it, she only felt that her mouth was spicy and her mind was dizzy, and she also knew that sorrow turned out to be drunk and drunk, and she had a headache the next day. She didn't like the taste of sorrow very much, but the master laughed at her for chewing peonies. He looked at the moon wheel with the wine cup, and she understood again, worrying about the floating light in the master's eyes, and the hazy moonlight sinking in the cup. After drinking a cup, he drank away his sorrows, and when the sun was three poles, it was just a big dream.

Huang Mo suddenly wanted to have a glass of wine to extinguish the awkward pain in his heart.

Jun Li's hands stood with his hands in his hands, holding a ball of blazing brilliance in his hands, the vigorous hilt of the sword trembled in his hand as if it was alive, the tumbling white fire greedily licked his long figure, he raised his arms, and the cold sword blade broke out from his waist, and quietly attacked Jiuying, Jiuying noticed the wind behind him, turned around suddenly, and met it between the electric light and flint.

Jiuying's golden eyes were shining, and his eyebrows were raised: "You are finally willing to take out your baby!" ”

The ghostly and silent blade of the sword pointed at the Immortal Soul Ding in his hand.

The two collided, the brilliance skyrocketed, and suddenly the sky and the sea were turned upside down, and the earth cracked and the sky collapsed.

The disciples of Shushan who were guarding the seal in Mingyue Pass suddenly fell to the soles of their feet, and the earth seemed to be torn apart by something, and countless wounds opened from the bronze gate, and they were constantly expanding at a very fast speed, cracking stones and flowing clouds, and the roaring sound shook the sky. The blood-colored slurry that emerged from the cracks was surging and burning, the heavens and the earth changed, the earth collapsed, and the beasts roared and fled for their lives, and the birds in the mountains and forests also flew around, stirring their wings uneasily.

Elder Fan Chang and Elder Ming Ling led the Shushan disciples to levitate the sword in the air, and opened the barrier to prevent the worst outcome. Nan Feng stabilized his body and stared at the gap that slowly opened wide. A black smoke came out of it, and it was the poison formed by the demons gathered in one place.

The sky is clear and the earth is turbid, the demons and monsters have opened the world since Pangu, and after the four pillars inherit the sky, they began to be born in the most filthy place. The poison spreads, it is not more than turbidity, it can be entrenched in the air, it is more like a tide, once it is contaminated a little, it is enough to corrode the whole body.

The disciples of Shushan are not often exposed to poison, but they are even more frightened by the battle that was almost destroyed, I don't know what happened, stabilize my mind, Edgeworth got up, looked at the feet, the poison flowed from their feet to the surroundings, and everywhere they passed, all the flowers and plants withered, and life was silent.

In the black tide, a dazzling light flashed.

The roaring sound of hunting within the Sealed Demon Abyss was like a flood beast, sprinting towards the only light one after another.

The palm of the head of Nanfeng trembled, he felt the surging mood of the demon beasts and ghosts swept under the Sealed Demon Abyss, and they could see such a glimmer of opportunity to regain their lives, even now, and it was also the biggest challenge that Shushan would face. And he had to seal the tens of millions of demons and ghosts behind him at the moment when the Nine Babies jumped out.

"It's now!"

He shouted, and a behemoth jumped out of the self-styled demon abyss!

Mountains and rivers, millions of heroes. Standing up and standing up, proud of the long wind.

The clear sky of Fangcai is thousands of miles, and suddenly the clouds gather, and a figure is faintly stirring in it, red and green scales, spitting fog, lurking in the sea of waves, twisting his body rapidly, and leaning downward, rushing towards Shushan at a gallop.

It's Jiao.

The dragon that made waves in the East China Sea. The one who grabbed the Jiaolong Embankment on his back and was leisurely was Jiuying.

Elder Nanfeng couldn't care less about being surprised, and while roaring angrily how Jiu Ying had released this tricky thing, he used his strength with both hands to desperately close the bronze door.

As the Nine Babies followed closely behind, there was a dazzling light.

Countless black mist kept pouring out from inside, all of them seemed to be beaten with chicken blood and desperately escaped, the disciples of Shushan were busy, desperately trying to catch everywhere, Elder Fan Chang and Elder Minghe held the enchantment to cover Mingyue Pass, these demons also had nowhere to escape, but they underestimated the desire of these demons to survive, they hit the enchantment frantically, and even attacked towards the elder's moth to the fire, not at all like the weak legs that were afraid when they saw Shushan.

Nanfeng was doing his best to resist the demon invasion, while looking for Jun Li's pale figure on the chaotic battlefield. He didn't know what happened to Jiuying and Jun Li in the Demon Sealing Abyss, but he felt that something even more alarming was that the contract between him and Qiankun was inseparable, and it seemed to be loosening.

What happened that even affected Qiankun Eye?

Although he is the owner of the artifact, like most people, although he can be regarded as the closest to the way to become an immortal with a higher talent, he can get a little glimpse of the slightest bit of heavenly opportunity, he knows that the Qiankun Eye is not only an artifact, what taboo secrets are hidden in it, but it is only that.

Then it would be nice if the Divine Monarch could tell him what happened.

Nanfeng's eyes lit up, and he saw the figure standing with his hands on top of the dragon's head, the enchantment paved with a charm with golden light did not trap the two at all, the dragon entrenched in the clouds and soared in the clouds, the turbulent clouds seemed to splash ink and cut the night sea, the sky was twilight, full of stars, the light that was cold appeared and disappeared in the surging sea of clouds, and the agitated figure was fiercely entangled in one place, and the red and golden light suddenly appeared like thunder and lightning.

And no matter how bloody and bloody it was outside, the kitten fell asleep from beginning to end.

Huang Mo tilted his head and looked at the old man quietly.

At the beginning of the moon, the old man put away the needle and thread in his hand, touched the fine thread feet, smiled kindly on his face, hugged the dark kitten sleeping in his arms to the bed, stood up and shook the long shirt hard, although the long shirt was plain, but embroidered with extremely delicate butterflies, hidden in the cuffs and hem, the silver silk thread was like a flowing moonlight, and the quiet light color was like a flying smoke cloud.

The kitten didn't wake up yet, turned over and continued to sleep, the old man cherished the clothes and smoothed out the folds of the clothes, and then solemnly opened the ancient sandalwood cabinet pressed on the head of the bed, and put the gorgeous clothes in, Huang Mo looked over, the cabinet was actually stacked, and there were many similar clothes neatly stacked, with linings, covers, all kinds, and there were many shoes with embroidered edges, from small to large, arranged in turn. Pieces of silk are as light as water, and the flowers add spring color with the jade fingers, and they are full of beauty and vividness.

These hundreds of embroidered brocade dresses are actually a shuttle of an old man, a stitch and a thread, in this small room of less than a few feet, against the bright light of the fading lamp oil to produce a brocade of flowers, hidden in the fog and dark night, a little bit of greenery. Such ingenious workmanship, such miraculous skills, but from the hands of an old man who is close to the sixtieth year, has to make Huang Mo, who can't even write a word, respectful.