It's not because of your weapons!"

"When Jia Bing comes out, you will naturally understand everything. ”

Ay!

Yun Jiuxiao let out a long sigh, worry on his face.

"Ancestor, are you hiding something from me?"

Song Ge is no longer a novice cultivator more than two months ago.

She understands many things that it was indeed a bit overwhelming to choose Fang Tian to draw a halberd in the future.

But, there is nothing to regret.

In the past two months, although the time of contact with the sword has been longer than that of Fang Tian's painting halberd.

However, she still likes Fang Tian's halberd.

Maybe it's the psychological effect, whenever I use the sword, I always feel that I don't take advantage of it.

Fang Tian's halberd painting was different.

For better or worse, there is an illusion of blood connection.

Fang Tian's painting halberd is a weapon that looks domineering and can be used widely, she likes it from the bottom of her heart.

Even if Jia Bing can't cast a satisfactory Fang Tian painting halberd this time, it doesn't matter, there will be a chance in the future.

With the current strength, as long as it is not killed by a monster who is so strong that it is perverted.

Just in the face of his peers, the current Tianpin mid-level Fang Tian painting halberd is enough.

Are those who are content happy?

Compared with other people, when he first entered the cultivation, he had a super-grade sword, and a mid-level Fang Tian painting halberd as a weapon, and he was already a child of the landlord's family.

She is content.

Actually, she had another idea.

Pass by the special river at the gateway of the Divine Ruins.

There is also her own golden body, and when her physical body is blessed by Yuan Li, even a high-level weapon of Xuanpin can hardly hurt her.

She thought, if the physical body is strong enough to be as strong as those corpses in the river, what is the use of weapons?

At that point, or even higher, the sect master-level weapons are not enough.

I just don't know how those corpses cultivated their physical bodies to such terrible ones.

Whether it is from the aura emanating or the horror of the body, it doesn't look like a creature from this continent.

Such terrifying creatures could be turned into corpses, and Song Ge couldn't imagine what kind of environment they lived in.

What if she were in that environment?

I'm afraid it will become loess early.

This is also the reason why Song Ge attaches more importance to the pressure of the library pavilion.

Don't reach the limit, don't break through.

Take the strongest road, stand at the top of the peak, and let the world look up, that is a little too far.

Her goal is to break the engagement after four months.

Temper yourself and take the road to strength.

After four months, if the cultivation is not able to reach the first place for new disciples.

Then she will take the next gram.

The first new disciple of the sect must be her!

"Ancestor, just say it,

The disciple now regards weapons as less important than before. ”

Song Ge walked around, but he just didn't go out, and he was always within the range of potential pressure.

She's adapting to the pressure.

"The Fang Tian painting halberd that Jia Bing cast for you can say that there is a problem, but it can also be said that there is no problem, it can be said that it is half good and half bad!"

Yun Jiuxiao shook his head, and then said, "What I'm worried about is not the weapon problem, but you!"

Half good and half bad?

This made Song Ge a little confused.

"My days are numbered..."

"Huh?"

Song Ge was completely stunned this time.

Time is short?

Does it mean that the time of life is at the end of the day?

Did she hear it wrong or think wrong?

"You heard it right, you didn't think it wrong!"

Yun Jiuxiao's words affirmed Song Ge's thoughts.

"What happened to the Ancestor?"

Song Ge couldn't believe it, and immediately his face fell.

Just a few hours ago, outside the Stacked Dream Mausoleum.

Yun Jiuxiao is still domineering, looking down on all the monsters in the world.

Why is time running out?

"Ancestor..."

Song Ge's nose was a little sour.

Although she didn't spend much time with Yun Jiuxiao, she could feel that Yun Jiuxiao really loved her.

The ancestors in the sect all loved her very much.

Life and death, she really didn't think about it.

"Stinky girl, I said that time is running out, and I didn't say that it was just one or two days. ”

Yun Jiuxiao was very disgusted and then said: "If you want to cry until I die, I will cry again, I will be in a bad mood and live a few more days." ”

As soon as Yun Jiuxiao said this, Song Ge's nose began to twitch even more.

She felt even more heartwarming.

Thinking of the first meeting with Yun Jiuxiao, and the subsequent relationship...

It also made him suffer a lot.

Song Ge is not an emotional person.

But the more I think about it, the more I can't help it, the blue thin shiitake mushroom...

Ay...

looked at Song Ge's appearance in that issue.

Yun Jiuxiao sighed.

"Don't worry, there is still some time, as short as half a year, as long as three years and five years!"

He went on to say: "If the path of cultivation is broken, there is no way to get out of it, and when you die, no one in the world can avoid it, but there are only sooner or later. ”

"Ancestor, isn't there any life-sustaining heaven and earth treasure in the sect?"

Three years and five years?

Song Ge was hard to accept.

"It's been delaying for too long..."

Suddenly, Yun Jiuxiao became particularly painful.

"Ancestor..."

Yun Jiuxiao's current appearance looks like three or five years, and even the people who have three or five days left are not as good.

Song Ge walked a few steps, and he was about to get out of the range of potential pressure, wanting to see Yun Jiuxiao.

"Don't come out!"

Yun Jiuxiao scolded and waved at Song Ge.

"Ancestor, don't scare me, didn't you say that there is at least half a year left, you..."

Song Ge was standing a few steps away from Yun Jiuxiao.

As long as Yun Jiuxiao has any questions, he can come to him as soon as possible.

"It's not because of the body!"

Yun Jiuxiao waved his hand at Song Ge.

He remembered that Song Ge had said that he would use the pressure to refine his body thoroughly, and then break through.

He was supportive of that approach.

After repeatedly telling Song Ge not to get out of the range of pressure, he said: "I have lived for twelve more years, because of the continuation of my life, the Fengyun Sect has moved out of the royal ruins, and the talents have withered and become like this." ”

"No matter how dead you live, you won't have the face to see your ancestors and ancestors, that is, bring the news that you can temper your body by pressure to your ancestors and ancestors, I'm afraid that the ancestors don't want to see me. ”

Twelve more years.

What the hell happened twelve years ago?

Twelve years ago was the day when Xiao Song Ge became stupid, twelve years ago, Fengyun Sect moved from Wangxu to the Northern Regions, and twelve years ago, many elders who became shadows in Yunluo died overnight.

Now, Yun Jiuxiao also has something to do with twelve years ago.

"You haven't grown up yet, I'm not worried about you!"

Yun Jiuxiao looked at Song Ge, his face full of worry.

"Too many people can't see that my Fengyun Sect is good, and they won't allow my Fengyun Sect to grow, and there are too few people who die in Diemeng Tomb, which is not enough to deter..."

The more Yun Jiuxiao spoke, the deeper his brows furrowed, and he gradually fell into deep thought.

Worried that after losing his combat power of this level, the Fengyun Sect might encounter the biggest difficulty since the founding of the sect.

What was done outside the Stacked Dream Mausoleum this time was based on the momentum originally created by Song Ge and Ying Wuxing.

Ten thousand laws do not invade the little junior sister, not everyone in the world wants Song Ge to grow up.

And Yun Jiuxiao, this time, they are sitting on the name of the little junior sister who does not infringe on the ten thousand laws.

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