In the courtyard of the sycamore, Lin Huang was very helpless.

Unexpectedly, Pei Xiufu stared at him like a thief, and just after three days, he squatted at the door and stared at himself, wanting to take himself to Qingtian Martial Mansion.

Are you afraid that you won't be able to run away?

Although Lin Huang had a little bit of a desire to run, after all, he entered the Qingtian Martial Mansion this time, but it brought big trouble to the Martial Mansion, how many pairs of eyes of the three sects and six mansions were staring at him, and he entered the Qingtian Martial Mansion, how could they make themselves have a good time with the Martial Mansion.

"Clean up, let's change places to cultivate!"

Lin Huang said to Li Chunfeng.

"Oh!"

Li Chunfeng sighed, put away the mahogany sword, and ran back to his room to clean up his poor belongings.

"This is Li Jiangye's son?"

Pei Xiufu looked at the black and thin figure and said.

"Li Chunfeng!"

Lin Huang nodded and spoke.

Pei Xiufu hummed with feeling, and then continued: "One is enough, don't drag your family!"

Lin Huang spread his hands and smiled, "That's not good, Song Changling follows his own wishes, Xiaoqi and Chunfeng have to follow me!"

Pei Xiufu frowned.

The bargaining between the two was not over, and there was a rush of footsteps outside the courtyard, and I saw Song Changling carrying the previous bookcase on his back, and rushed to the two of them excitedly, "I'm ready, will I leave now?"

Pei Xiufu's head was big for a while, "You enter the Qingtian Martial Mansion, you have to give money!"

"I don't have any money!"

Song Changling suddenly jumped to his feet, pointed at Lin Huang's nose and began to scold: "It's this thing that borrowed tens of millions from me a few days ago, and it turned out to be used to buy a string of sugar gourds!"

Lin Huang turned his head coldly, not wanting to admit it.

Pei Xiufu turned around expressionlessly and walked towards the outside of the Wutong courtyard.

......

Lin Huang finally couldn't twist Pei Xiufu's thighs, and led Li Chunfeng, Tang Xiaoqi, and Song Changling to Qingtian Martial Mansion.

Although he said that he didn't want to go to Qingtian Martial Mansion, Lin Huang still wanted to.

After all, there was a girl there.

Thinking about it is like a spring breeze.

In the void, the long wind and clouds were agitated, and the group stepped on the flying giant beast, crossed the Hundred Battle City and the vast mountains and rivers, and headed towards the Qingtian Martial Mansion that was eight hundred miles long.

This time when he went to Qingtian Martial Mansion, Lin Huang always had a different mood.

Not only because there is a monarch in the martial arts.

There is also the person who left the words on the eighth floor of the Holy Heaven Tower.

Lin Taiqing.

and in the Qingtian Martial Mansion, the mother who is pseudonymous Nantang Aya.

Lin Huang raised his hand and looked at the Qingtian Martial Mansion that he couldn't see at the moment through his fingers, and the corners of his mouth slowly hooked up a smile, as if he had returned to his homeland.

"Buzz!"

Just as Lin Huang was pondering, the ring on the root of Lin Huang's finger trembled slightly, making a light trembling sound.

Lin Huang's expression was slightly flustered, and then he was overjoyed. With a wave of his hand, he quietly held the herringbone thirteen killing token in his hand.

Before, on the way to the Taixuan Domain, Lin Huang delivered a message to Lin Cangxue through a token.

But there has been no response for a long time.

Lin Huang had been worried in his heart, after leaving the Eastern Spirit Realm before, he and Lin Cangxue and Bai Xiaopang were separated, and he didn't know what the situation of the two was.

Until now, it seems that there is finally an echo.

However, when Lin Huang's soul sank into the Thirteen Killings Token and sensed the news inside, it stiffened in place, and that message did not come from Lin Cangxue.

It's from a person who Lin Huang never expected.

"There are still people...... Alive?"

Tenth kill!

Suddenly, Lin Huang's heart choked, like a block, and tears welled up in his eyes for a while.

Eastern Spiritual Realm.

Thirteen kills in a human ringbone.

Tenth kill.

Drifting Snow Palace Xie Qinghou!

This sentence was full of loneliness, but it made Lin Huang ecstatic under sadness.

"In!"

Lin Huang scrubbed the Thirteen Kills Token in his palm, and immediately replied to Xie Qinghou's message.

"Thirteen Killings...... Who are you, where are you, and who are they?"

At one end of the message, Xie Qinghou's reply sounded.

"It's me...... Forest Wilderness!"

Lin Huang replied immediately.

In the token, there was no news for a long time.

It seemed that Xie Qinghou, who was on the other end of the news, was also stunned.

After a long time, the token in Lin Huang's hand buzzed, "Long time no see, I heard that you left the East Spirit Realm?"

Lin Huang was about to reply, but he saw that the token was shining again, and a message came from somewhere, but the boulder hanging in Lin Huang's heart suddenly fell to the ground.

"I'm Lin Cangxue!"

Twelve kills.

In the Sky Continent, on a mountain path, Lin Cangxue was dressed in white, no longer holding the three-foot peach blossom drunk, but holding the little donkey, holding the token in her slender jade hand, and a smile on the corner of her mouth.

A few days ago, she had been holding Li Taixuan's peach blossom drunk, immersed in the way of the sword, and had never noticed the news of Lin Huang at all. It wasn't until two days ago that Li Taixuan suddenly said that she was going to the Ancient Sword Shrine that she ended her perception of swordsmanship.

When she saw the message in the token, her calm heart also wrinkled.

Tenth Kill: That's it, huh...... Unexpectedly, the thirteen killings of the herringbone appeared in the Drifting Snow Palace.

The corners of Lin Huang's mouth pursed a slight smile, and then asked cautiously, "Okay?"

In the token, there was no reply from Xie Qinghou for a long time.

It wasn't until half a quarter of an hour later that the token shone brightly, "It's not good, now I only have a crippled divine soul body, and I can't talk for too long." Thirteen killings and still people are still alive...... I'm already happy!"

Lin Huang's eyes suddenly stabbed, his body coughed slightly, and then comforted Xie Qinghou, "I'll wait for you!"

Then, Lin Huang waited for another half an hour before Xie Qinghou could reply, "Don't come out, A-Ning...... I only have a few years to live, and I have to guard her!"

Lin Huang's heart was sour, and he didn't know how to reply to Xie Qinghou for a while.

He could naturally imagine what a difficult path the blind girl who bought porridge outside Xuanyuan City had embarked on after Xie Qinghou's death in order to collect Qi Xie Qinghou's soul.

Peel back the cocoon among thousands of souls and find a trace of her familiar breath.

With their own lives, they nourish their souls.

Now, she may have succeeded, condensing most of Xie Qinghou's soul. But this blind girl, even if she was gifted and could find Xie Qinghou's divine soul, she was not a person who cultivated martial arts after all.

How can a weak woman persist to this point?

......

In the Eastern Spirit Realm, on the green mountain outside Xuanyuan City.

The blind girl was leaning on Xie Qinghou's tombstone at the moment, sleeping slightly. However, the girl at this time has long lost the trace of elegance she had back then.

His face was withered and pale, his thin lips were bloodless, and his long hair, which was as smooth as a black waterfall, was missing, and he looked particularly unkempt. The slender ten fingers are even more puffy.

Where is this a young girl?

And beside the girl, Xie Qinghou's soul body looked extremely weak, and he still had the beautiful face that once shamed countless girls.

However, there is an indescribable maturity on that beautiful face.

There is also a trace of the vicissitudes of impermanence.

He leaned on the girl named Aning, and his arms gently wrapped around the latter, and his dark eyes were full of tender love and sadness.

He never thought that the girl who was so out of the box when he was a child would do whatever it took for him.

It's a pity that he came back to life, but he is no longer human.

The Yinyang Valley is gone.

Yan Zangfeng is also gone.

Everybody's gone.

It was as if he had fallen asleep, but when he woke up, everything in the past, everything in the past had turned into smoke.

The great sorrow of life is nothing more than being alone and standing alone in the world.

"Brother Ning, I'm so cold!"

At this moment, the withered girl who was sleeping against the tombstone suddenly hugged her arms tightly, her delicate body was cold and shivering, and in her sleep, she murmured a sad and coquettish word.

Xie Qinghou was stunned for a moment, his eyes were full of emotion, and his arms tightly wrapped around the latter. can his divine soul body, how can he bring the slightest warmth to the girl.

That handsome and beautiful face is full of sadness and pity at the moment......