・・・・・・・・・ barren mountains and dense forests, breeze bamboo buildings, high stone waterfalls, flying straight down, a touch of green smoke drifting by, faintly, at the moment when the brilliance of heaven and earth meet, a lonely and lonely figure sits on the top of the mountain, a sharp blade surrounds the mountain stream, the figure seems to have a mystery between a breath, no root, no retreat, no static and no source, suddenly, a wisp of purple suddenly comes from the east, directly illuminating the entire mountaintop, different lights are repeated, and the pure and innocent sky is a touch of indescribable good original image. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

'Hoo ・・・・・・・'

People in the world, the love of a foreign land, sigh, can't tell the sorrows and joys of the world, can't say a trace of unspeakable, and give up the heart.

'Hey・・・・・・・・'

In the blink of an eye, the figure sitting cross-legged suddenly stood up, looking at the sky with his hands in his hands, as if he was a little thoughtful, a little melancholy, and an ink-colored sword in front of him groaned, as if in response to his silent sigh.

Who is this person!

It is the sudden onset of homesickness of the Sword Monarch's twelve hatreds, at this time, after a night of flirting and luck, the Yuan Force in the body has returned to a sufficient state again, although it is not much, but it is better than nothing, with the Yuan Force to protect the body, his body is no longer as weak as before, at least it will not be knocked down by ordinary people with a punch.

'I don't know, how are Su Zhenren, how are the seniors of Aoxiao Hongchen? Has the bloodthirsty crisis of the bitter realm been resolved~~~ There is also Qin Fake Immortal, Ye Xiaochai. With an indifferent cheek, revealing a slight worry color, the Sword Monarch muttered to himself, but after a while, he bent down and slowly stretched out a hand to caress the ink sword inserted in front of him.

Speaking of which, this is really a spiritual sword, after a night of research, he found that this sword almost does not use his own yuan force as a traction, that is, as long as the sword intent in the body comes out, he can kill any enemy who comes with his own mind, it is really a rare good sword, the strangest thing is that last night somehow, whenever he danced the sword moves, when he practiced the exercises, as long as the yuan force moved, it could lead to a sudden heavy snow all over the body, endlessly, freezing people's hearts, at the same time, the edge of the sword edge of the ink sword will also emit a blood-like red sharp sword qi, It gives people the fear of killing the depression.

However, these are not bad times for the sword monarch who has invaded the sword for decades, the sword snows, and the coldness of this snow is no less than the ordinary thousand-year-old hail, every trace of snow falling on the enemy, can shine into the pain of falling like a flying stone, as for the red mang sword qi, it can play a good role in deterring the enemy, this ink sword, it is really a good sword, the person who shines on him must be a fellow practitioner of the same intoxicated sword path as him.

"I really want to see the original owner of the ink sword," he said, and a trace of yearning appeared on the cold and ruthless face of the Twelve Hatreds.

At this time, he had already changed out of the strange clothes he was wearing before, and changed into the D-class Haoran righteous robe, and the nameless sword box had also been carried by him.

How to say, heh, it seems that he is still used to wearing the old ancient clothes, and for that strange current dress, cough, he really doesn't have a cold.

At this time, he stroked the appearance of the sword body, a well-fitting scholar's Confucian costume, and carried such a sword box like a piano on his back, a handsome little student, stroking the sword in his hand, more like a soaring sword fairy of his own sword in the world, and with his cold temperament, not to mention, there is really such a look, frankly speaking, if it weren't for the short hairstyle like a monk that directly destroyed his overall image, otherwise he really looked like an immortal who came out of calligraphy and painting.

'Knock Knock Knock ・・・・・'

At this moment, there was a quick knock on the door, interrupting the mood of the twelve haters to continue admiring, turned his head, glanced at the position of the door, and silently said, "Is it coming...

Speechless for a while, the twelve haters slowly stood up from the ground, and gradually walked towards the position of the door, at the same time, the sword intent in the body moved, and suddenly, the surging killing intent permeated the surroundings, causing the sword around the body to shake uncontrollably, and 'jingle bell' was so uncomfortable.

'Choke...

Suddenly, the ink sword behind him flew up automatically in direct violation of the rules of physics, and suddenly flew in his direction.

In a matter of moments, he was already flying in front of him.

'Click...

At some point, the sword box that the Twelve Hates were carrying behind had been opened, and it seemed that he didn't need to control it at all.

'Woo ・・・・・'

The divine sword has a spirit, and when he felt the call of the surging sword intent of the twelve hatreds, he didn't even say hello, and flew directly and silently into the sword box that happened to be opened.

'Click...

The sword box rang again, and in the twilight, it had returned to the appearance that had not been opened just now, leaving only a deep mark that seemed to have been inserted by the sword blade.

"Hey・・・・・・・, Jun Twelve, are you awake, come out as soon as you wake up, everyone is waiting for you to have a meeting, you won't last night, you won't be overdone" came from outside the door.

'Come・・・・・ wait" responded indifferently, and the Twelve Hates gently opened the door.

Squeak・・・・・・・・・

"I said you, how can you ・・・・・・・・ so handsome..." Seeing the door open, Lan Lan was about to pretend to be familiar with the other party to complain a few words, after all, the impression that the other party gave herself yesterday was not too bad, at least not as lustful as Zheng Zha, but as soon as he opened the door, he saw the figure of Jun Twelve Confucian costumes, with a beautiful face, coupled with his cold temperament, he was suddenly shocked, and his words of complaint were even more blocked in his mouth and could not be said for a long time.

・・・・・・・・・・・・

Seeing the other party's look, Twelve Hates frowned indifferently, and snorted coldly, "Have you seen enough...

After a few seconds, Lan Lan was immediately called back to her senses by his cold voice, her face turned red, and she disguised herself in a panic, "Ahem, cough, cough, you, you, you come out quickly, everyone is here, waiting, waiting for you..."

"Well, let's go, let's go, the reply is simple, the twelve hatreds have not changed because of Lan Lan's shy expression, and he responded casually, and walked towards the location of the main god without looking back, at this time, Zheng Zha, Li Xiaoyi, Zhang Jie, the three of them had been waiting for a long time, and they didn't stop a step, leaving behind Lan Lan's embarrassing figure.

At this time, Zhang Jie's conversation had already begun, and he was explaining the exchange to the other two, as well as the specific usage of some main gods.

As he was talking, he suddenly saw the appearance of the Twelve Hates in ancient clothes, and at that time, he was also stunned and exclaimed, "I'm rubbing, ・・・・・・ Sword Immortal ・・・・・・・ so domineering"

Zheng Zha and the others also turned their heads strangely with his exclamation, and when they looked at it, their expressions changed, and they shouted in unison, "When did Nani Murong Ziying merge with Yun Tianhe?" ’

In the face of the three people's questions, the twelve haters said that they were not interested in answering at all, and there was no expression on their indifferent and ruthless faces, Sword Immortal? What's it, Yuntianhe? Mo Rong Ziying, who is it? What does it matter to me, I'm just a warrior with a sword.

"Have you seen enough, have you seen enough, just continue to say...

As soon as he said this, for some reason, the other three people all felt a cold attack through their bones, and they immediately recovered from their stunned thoughts. 、

'Ahem... Okay, I'll continue...' The first thing that came to mind was that Zhang Jie really deserved to be a self-proclaimed veteran, and his strong self-control was terrifying.

"Then let's sit down first, I think everyone has a preliminary understanding of the function of the main god yesterday, that's right, it is the existence that allows us to exchange all kinds of magical items, and it is also our food and clothing, all the food and drink, we can only exchange it here, shame, your physical fitness, and weapon defense."

'Wait, what about the creation of man, what are the people we make, the Lord God made them?' Or is 'she' just a clone 'Hearing this, Zheng Zha, who came back to his senses, suddenly looked at Zhang Jie with an ugly face.

Zhang Jie glanced at him calmly, 'This, you should ask the Lord God yourself'

seemed to feel something, and before Zheng Zhe could ask, the cold voice of the main god came over again, 'She is the person you made, the memory comes from your memory of her, the character comes from your memory of her, the body and appearance come from your memory of her, she is the person in your memory'

Hearing the answer of the Lord God, Zheng Zha was silent for a while, and suddenly said, "I don't understand what you mean, I don't care if she is the person I remember, I just want to ask her if she is a real person, what she said, her movements, her expressions, her tears, are these all true, or is it the truth at all, she is just a program made up by you, just relying on the instructions you give, Is she a real person...・・' After the silence was a crazy outburst, the more Zheng Zha spoke, the more excited he became, but his face became more and more irritable, and the questioning voice, in addition to being loud, was loud, which made people wonder if he was sick.

The voice of the Lord God came again: 'Yes, once a created life is formed, she is a living life unless the creation dies or the living form is killed.

Zheng Zha's strange appearance, these twelve hatreds are all in his eyes, and he secretly guesses that this man named Zheng Zha, must be so excited because of an important person in his life.

"Actually, I also have important people, right, but I can really create him・・・・・・・・・・・・ Because of Zheng Zhe's matter, Twelve Hates suddenly thought of his life experience, although he didn't show any emotion on the surface, but he still felt deep in his heart.

'My brother, I'm grudging...

Looking up at the main god above his head, the twelve hats were silent, but he didn't know in his heart that he had run into that unbearable memory again.

'Last question, Lord God, is it possible for her to go back with me when I save up 50,000 points?' It's still Zheng Zhe, the man who is obsessed with feelings, and he is still questioning.

In fact, this is also a question asked by the Twelve Hates, yes, can you really get out of here after saving 50,000 points? Or is it just a lie?