The tortoise shell suspended in front of the mansion let out a clear buzz.

Dressed in white linen, the practitioners of the mountain walked around the Pope's mansion and shuttled through the alleys and streets, and the air on both sides of the alley made a slight explosion.

The head of the intelligence department, who was squatting on the roof tiles, frowned.

That suspended tortoise shell seemed to be some kind of holy order of the Turtle Mountain, similar to the eye of the formation.

In the darkness of the night.

In Ning Yi's mansion, a blazing white light suddenly lit up, this light was not dazzling, but a floating and swaying edict, with a word written on it.

"Quiet!"

After this blazing white light lit up, then came the second, third, fourth—

Dozens of rays of light flickered and boiled.

One by one, the talismans fluttered up, suppressed in all directions of the Jianxing Marquis's mansion, this is the formation arranged by Pei Fuya when she just entered the night, isolating the breath of the world, free from noise, originally extremely solid, not long ago, after being caught by Chu Xuan's seniors, he was installed at will, and at this moment, under the suppression of the formation of Gui Ling Mountain, one by one the imperial decree talismans began to shake unsteadily.

This is not a defensive formation to defend against the enemy.

"I guessed correctly...... There are still formations in the mansion, which is ridiculous, but it's just some broken formations. Ling Xun stretched out a hand, touched the tortoise shell with his palm, grabbed it all into his palm, and sneered: "Stubborn resistance? ”

"I'd like to see how long your tattered formation lasts?"

The white linen cultivators shuttling through the alley, their blood and qi rolled, spreading from their backs upwards, shooting directly at the heavenly spirits, bursting into the air, as if igniting the stars in the night sky, forming a huge turtle shell.

And Ning Yi's mansion is located in the middle of the turtle shell.

The invisible pressure was born, and the pot of evergreen was forced to bow his head slightly.

The wall tiles of the Marquis of Jianxing's mansion began to make an overwhelming clicking sound.

......

......

At this moment, the Mansion of the Marquis of Sword Xing was dead silent.

The talisman swayed in the sky.

The girl didn't have the skills to throw a defensive talisman of high enough rank.

All her mental strength is placed on Ning Yi's body.

The young man sitting in the courtyard slowly closed his eyes, and the arm that was originally raised slowly fell and sat down.

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The wind is blowing.

The black in Ning Yi's sleeve robe rolled like ink.

The first attack of death.

The girl's face was tense, sitting behind Ning Yi, she had the piece of white jade in her mouth, and slowly stretched out her hands, against Ning Yi's back, these days, the Mansion of the Marquis of Sword Xing has been very quiet, a little too quiet...... Ning Yi asked twice about the relationship between Bai Yu and Death, but she just shook her head and refused to answer.

The reason is simple.

Cultivators will have inner demons and path obstacles, and the "death qi" is actually very similar to the inner demon, and no one knows when it will attack.

The sting of the dead air is extremely difficult to remove, and its attack is without warning.

Chu Xuan gave the girl a piece of white jade, which made her ponder, which contained the secret of Zishan's forbidden art of life and death...... How to break and fight the dead air.

If you want to shake the death by external forces, one thing you need to do is "unspeakable".

The dead qi in the Ning Yi Divine Pool is not a mass of dead things, it is a combination of the thoughts of the Star Monarchs and the power of the Nirvana Realm, and the consciousness of chaos has already begun to sprout.

If the girl told Ning Yi, then maybe ...... The dead air in the divine pool will also be felt.

"I can't do the things of life and death, but flesh and bones, it's not a problem. ”

Chu Xuan's seemingly casual words at the beginning, but now it seems that they are actually just the right point.

That Purple Mountain Lord had already prepared.

"Girl, crushing this piece of jade is with me Purple Mountain...... Bonded. ”

......

......

Once again, I came to that dream.

Ning Yi walked on the barren battlefield, he looked at the blood and flesh swept in all directions.

The sky is full of wails.

Ning Yi's face was very calm.

He grabbed the oil-paper umbrella and walked to the lake.

Squatted down and looked at his cheeks reflected in the lake.

The jet-black hair was blown by the wind and swayed with the wind, reflecting like ink at the end below the surface of the lake.

Spread out like a wave.

Ning Yi's face was expressionless, and a sword stabbed at the cheek in the lake.

The tip of the sword of fine snow, the eye socket of the cheek directly below the surface of the lake, poked out a puddle of lake water.

What splashed up was not a delicate and clear drop of water.

It's scarlet sticky blood!

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The whole lake boiled, the sky collapsed, the holy mountain collapsed, countless gravel flew by, Ning Yi stood up, let those stones fall to the ground, through his body, and turned into shattered phantoms—

When everything falls apart.

Only the silence of the sacred pond remains.

The original pure white as jade Divine Pond has been contaminated by ink black at this moment, and a huge pitch-black dragon is entrenched above the Divine Pond, defiling the jade bricks and pond water of the Divine Pool.

Ning Yi raised his head and said coldly.

"Evil beast, dare to surface?"

The inky and transparent pitch-black dragon, one eye pupil was poked by fine snow without warning, scarlet blood burst out, a painful howl came out of its throat, its front paws were raised, covering its right eye, and the other pupil widened its eyes, staring at Ning Yi.

"The skin and bones are black, but the blood is red. Ning Yi smiled and said, "So you can also bleed?"

The evil Jiao, which was transformed by dead air, raised its head to the sky and roared, with a long roar.

The monstrous death qi surged above the divine pool like a tidal wave, converging like an ocean, accompanied by the sound of an angry dragon's groan, and smashed down towards Ning Yi.

Below the divine pool, the young man snorted coldly and opened the oil-paper umbrella violently.

The water of the Divine Pond is all soaked in death at this moment, and if this wisp of his soul is stained in the slightest, I am afraid that it will directly turn into ashes.

The ocean is dead and submerged in an instant.

The oil-paper umbrella is opened, within three feet, the dead air is not allowed to enter, and the black water in the sky is like encountering a heavy wall.

Ning Yi stood up with an umbrella and leaned forward.

The power of the Death Qi Erosion was indeed not to be underestimated, and it was difficult for him to find a second chance to use his sword, and once he let go of the fine snow, he would be contaminated with this pitch-black sea.

Outside the yard.

Sweat oozed from the girl's forehead.

Her mind was immersed in the white jade.

There seemed to be a roar outside the courtyard.

The formation of Gui Zhao Mountain bombarded the sky above the Mansion of the Marquis of Sword Xing again and again, and under the heavy pressure, there were already talismans that were dim and dull, falling to the ground, burning up all the brilliance and turning into a piece of waste paper.

Through that piece of white jade, she got a glimpse of a corner of Ning Yixin's lake.

The image holding an oil-paper umbrella was gradually blurred by the dead air.

She was hesitating, should she crush the piece of white jade?

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