In the sky above Wolong Pond, an auspicious cloud fluttered. The man stood on top of the clouds, with a plain robe and black hair, and a clear and awe-inspiring posture of heaven and man, so that people did not dare to look directly.

The person who came was none other than Yuanjia.

Yuan Jia knew that there was an immortal sword deep in the bottom here, and the strength of the Heavenly Emperor was not much higher than him after all, and the seal on the seal was loosened a little, and in the fragments of memory, he saw this sword. It was as if it was the same sword he had used 10,000 years ago.

Today's Tan Shui is not as quiet as in the past, it is very strange. Yuan Jia looked closely, and there seemed to be someone fighting at the bottom of the pool, and the demonic spirit was soaring.

Yuan Jia used an immortal technique to fish out the things that were messing up at the bottom of the pool.

In the depths of the pool, Ning Huchen was constantly being dragged to the center of the whirlpool, where the dragon was. She hung the Lone Moon Sword at her waist, and in each of her hands there was an incomparably sharp dagger. In the center of the whirlpool, the two faint blue lights lit up like lanterns, and they were the two eyes of the dragon. As soon as he got closer, Ning Huchen would stab the two daggers fiercely.

Suddenly, she felt light, and the strong pull disappeared, replaced by a soft pull that pushed her towards the water. The dragon's mana also lost its spirit, and the turbulent whirlpool quickly calmed down. Together with Jiaolong, she was pulled to the surface of the water by a powerful force.

Yuan Jia's spell first proposed a huge dragon, and he raised his eyebrows: "Sure enough, there are monsters." ”

Immediately afterwards, another thing broke through the water, and that person was Ning Huchen.

Yuan Jia was about to go down from the clouds, only to see Ning Huchen immediately moved. From her thin body, a strong purple burst out, enveloping her whole person, like a purple star. Suddenly, wherever the purple light touched, it began to freeze rapidly.

The entire waterhole is covered with thick ice, and the rushing waterfall has also condensed into a majestic ice sculpture.

In this way, the dragon will not be able to enter the water again.

"I was beaten by you just now and couldn't fight back, now it's time to change me!" Ning Huchen danced with both hands, and a ray of red light flew out from his palm, and then it was like an overwhelming net, surging towards Jiaolong.

Jiaolong's deep eyes were filled with fear, and he desperately hit the ice with his tail, but he couldn't break it at all.

Clusters of infernal molten fire covered the dragon's body in a fine way, burning more and more vigorously, and the flames soared into the sky. It let out a desperate wail, tossing and turning in the firelight, and the scales on its body fell a little. Ning Huchen refused to let it go, urging the hell to bloom more and more bewitchingly, and the ice continued to turn into water, and then into misty steam. Soon, the dragon stopped struggling and rolling, and there was no sound.

The vapour cleared, and she removed the hellfire, leaving only a scorched ash on the thin layer of ice.

Ning Huchen collected the spell again, all the ice disappeared in an instant, and the magnificent sound of the waterfall pouring down sounded as usual. She was about to leave when an auspicious cloud slowly descended and stopped in front of her. After the swirling immortal qi dissipated, Yuan Jia's figure appeared.

Yuan Jia glanced at her lightly, and his gaze fell on the Lone Moon Sword at her waist.

Ning Huchen noticed that Yuan Jia also valued this sword. She raised the corner of her mouth and sneered, "Why, you have taken a fancy to my things again? Yuanjia Immortal Venerable, please respect yourself!"

Yuan Jia said calmly: "That Jiaolong did a lot of evil, and it was also his fate to die at your hands." But this sword will work for me, not necessarily for you. ”

"You treat me as a three-year-old child, frame me like this? Dignified Heavenly Dao Supreme, how can you look down on this low-level immortal?" Ning Huchen immediately retorted.

Yuan Jia stood still, and seemed to be bound to win this sword: "I don't want to hurt you again, this sword, I must take it away." ”

"Then you just have to do it!" Ning Huchen let out a coquettish cry and started to work with Yuan Jia.

Yuan Jia made a move to avoid it, only defended and did not attack, and did not hurt Ning Huchen. At the same time, his heart was also a little heavy, and she had become stronger and stronger with the help of the Celestial Desolation.

Ning Huchen saw that he couldn't make a move, and shouted: "Am I not worthy of being your opponent?"

She was lucky enough to pull the Lone Moon Sword out of its scabbard. There was a sudden numbness in her hands, followed by a burning pain that caused her to throw her sword out.

The Lone Moon Sword unsheathed itself as if it was being pulled. That edge is three points colder than the deepest part of the cold pool. The sword pointed directly at Ning Huchen, stabbing at her throat like a silver lightning bolt.

Yuan Jia's eyes widened slightly, and he was secretly shocked in his heart, and immediately cast a spell, shaking it open when the blade was about to touch her skin.

And Ning Huchen was shocked by the double impact of the sword qi and the immortal qi of Yuan Jia, and suddenly remembered a sharp and poignant voice in his mind, which was extremely harsh. After it faded, a scene gradually became clear. It was a handsome and unparalleled face, with a natural fairy aura between the eyebrows. But at this time, his face was hideous, his eyes were extremely sad, and he couldn't stop shedding tears. He clenched his teeth, and his tone was full of pity and repentance: "I'm sorry, forget this moment, never see each other again, forget me, you will never be in pain again in the future......"

Yuanjia, Yuanjia, why are you so miserable? Who are you saying goodbye to?

Ning Huchen's chest suddenly ached, as if he had been stabbed by a sword. The image in his mind ran down Yuanjia's face, tears falling down his pointed chin and blooming on the frost-white hilt. He was firmly holding the Lone Moon Sword, and the cold sword body had sunk into the chest of the woman in red.

Why is this woman in red again, who is she? Ning Huchen's consciousness regained consciousness, and the pain in his chest disappeared.

When she saw Yuan Jia in front of her, her expression was in a trance, and her cold eyes were full of emptiness, and he seemed to have seen this picture too. Cut off from love like him, how can there be such a past? Taking advantage of his distraction, Ning Huchen withdrew the Lonely Moon Sword, which was no longer restless, and immediately escaped from it.

There was no immortal qi behind him, Ning Huchen looked back again, Yuan Jia had recovered his cold appearance, standing on the water with his hands in his hands, quietly looking at her back as she walked away.

Ning Huchen returned to the Demon Dao, and the Celestial Flood was no longer in the Zihua Palace. When his henchman saw her coming, he stepped forward and said, "Young Master, the monarch said that you will definitely be able to return successfully. He has something important to do, and he has left the magic city. The other gifts he prepared have been sent to the woman's soup, please think carefully. ”

When Ning Huchen arrived at Xie, he went back to the women's soup. She ordered Lan'er to put away the packaging of the Lonely Moon Sword and put it together with the rest of the gifts.

She counted silently in her heart, and found that there were only six things, so she wondered: "Except for me and Feiye, the monarch should prepare six things." How can it be the same?"

Lan'er pulled her and said with a smile: "Don't worry, my lord, the monarch is not a careless person. It's just that it must never be wrapped up like these dead things. ”