All that was left in front of me was a white light, and there was a faint gradient of purple.

"Wen Weilan, I'm sorry, I really can't come back......"

There was no negotiation, no warning.

However, he is also self-aware.

It was a subtle sensation that made him feel that his heart was twitching.

It hurts, the pain seeps into the bone marrow, and then it dissolves.

Song Qinglai squeezed the qi of heaven and earth out in a frustration, and when his heart was panicked, it was also his weakest moment.

"This ......"

Isn't that the case?

"How much energy did I expend on this sword just now?"

He suddenly felt very sad, and the feeling of gratitude to himself was gone.

He is not too powerful, but his sword, rising from the ground, consumes all his strength.

There is no power left, and that sword, is it a blow to purple?

All his energy, all his true feelings.

It's all on the sword move of this sword just now, but he knows that it's just a swing.

What kind of trick is this......

But Song Qinglai knew that this thing had been damaged by him.

Its core should have been bruised by the sword qi.

Although this is a purple vortex, its body and spirit are still very fragile? Zi Qian, is it like this?

Song Qinglai has already made the final plan.

"Don't miss me. If you are good with Xuan Zhongshi, be with him...... Ling Yishu is dead. ”

She also seems to like Ling Yishu, if she had chosen herself before, she would have done this a long time ago when she was in the same room a few days ago.

But now, Song Qinglai is not in the mood to burn jade.

All he wanted was relief, nothing else.

"Don't go, okay? Stay with me, if only I could be with you......"

Wen Xiaolan's voice seemed to tear his heart out.

In front of her eyes, countless raindrops had appeared all around.

It's raining again.

It is impossible for Xuan Zhongshi to cry silently, and his pain is borne by himself.

This kind of discomfort.

"Song Qing come, don't go, okay?"

But he didn't look back, because he couldn't hear the sound anymore.

It was purple qi that wrapped his body, and bit by bit, he was pushed into this abyss.

So bad?

This teleportation array will also pass Song Qing away!

and threw it into a world, which must be very strange to Song Qing.

"What should I do?"

The wind here is blowing, making this pitiful-looking Song Qing more and more uncomfortable.

He had a lot of sideburns on his body, and he had gone through countless experiences, and in the end, he would actually die on this thing.

"Demon Realm...... Luckily, I still remember. ”

Twisting his fingers, Song Qinglai's hand was rubbed a little soft by the sword.

He sighed, looking melancholy.

Although Yan Xixin disagreed, she must be very happy.

She is the beneficiary here.

"Are you going to die? Well? ”

Yan Xixin is so vicious?

Thought Song Qinglai was a dead man, right?

None of them could change their fate, but now, Song Qinglai suddenly thought of Wen Xiaolan's things.

"Turbulent ......"

He called Wen Wenlan's name, and reached to his neck, plucking something.

It's a string of rosaries, and it's nicely coded.

They're all small, but they're tiny.

What erupted from his body was aura.

It took a little effort for him to take off the rosary.

Indeed, it looks very subtle.

It can be held in the hand or worn around the neck, which is of little use to Song Qinglai.

"But you know what? Such rosaries are rare. ”

This rosary worn around the neck is usually worn by some of the presiding officers.

Their identities are very precious, but they are not as insignificant as this young girl, Wen Weilan.

Although it is a very strange thing, Song Qinglai still believes in Wen Weilan.

"Is it because the family is good?"

What is the reason why Wen Weilan can be so invincible.

"It was the same last time, and her brother was like this, it's really weird."

This is the reason why he wondered.

In the end, a rough feeling on the rosary made Song Qinglai feel very kind.

Holding the rosary in his hand, his heart recited some verses.

What is he talking nonsense? This was clearly a verse, to be sung, but he had already muttered a few words in a boring manner.

"Purifying the ...... of All Beings"

Before he finished his sentence, he didn't know if it was sincerity or because his heart was moved, but the world here has changed.

Suddenly there was a sound of wind behind him, tearing through everything, even everything.

"The wind?"

Song Qinglai was completely taken aback, he originally wanted to mix it up directly, say a few words, and strengthen his heart, but only halfway through speaking, he found that behind him was-

Well?

It was another rosary chain, the same as Wen Wenlan's.

"Sure enough, it's a match, is their brother-sister relationship very complicated? But it's also simple. ”

He comforted himself a little, and held it directly as his rosary, looking very attentive.

Everything is like this, everything is silent, except for his breath, which brings a whistling.

His heart was brave enough, but now he was shocked.

"This is Wen Xu's ......"

One hundred and eight rosaries, the real thing that is hard to find.

They don't know how much they can value, but it's certainly not going to sell for money.

"Not me...... It's not me, it's called. ”

There was an extra string of prayer beads in his hand, and it was the same as Wen Weilan, and he felt very frightened.

He didn't know which string belonged to the girl, and suddenly there was a struggle in his heart.

These things, these madness.

In the end, he emptied the world from his eyes and projected it onto the rosary.

"What are they? Why are you so poor? ”

"What is this? It must be a Buddhist thing, and it is harmful to me. I have to get rid of it......"

Before Yan Xixin could finish speaking, she began her own attack.

She was already direct, but now she is more forthright.

Just increase its suction.

Zi Qian and her are integrated, so they obey Yan Xixin's instructions like this.

In an instant, Song Qinglai's eyes changed again.

"Ahh

The suction began to expand countless times.

He was caught off guard, and his whole body was like a drowning man, plunged into the abyss, at a loss.

Because the suction is so strong, like he is picked up and then rushes wildly.

He couldn't brake the car at all.

"Ah, my--"

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