As the sun sets, the sunset is behind the temple of the sky, and it is almost within reach to jump to the top of the temple. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Su Xiaoqi walked to You Yi in the glow, the corpse in her arms no longer had any temperature, it was as cold as a piece of ice.

"I'm too headstrong. You Yi's hands and face were stained with blood.

Su Xiaoqi patted You Yi's shoulder, which was considered comforting, and then turned around and left without saying a word.

"Thank you!" shouted You Yi as he looked at his back towards the setting sun.

Su Xiaoqi didn't look back, just raised his right arm and waved. He didn't want to save Dai Gao on a whim, but he saw what Dai Gao did on the ladder, but unfortunately Feng Yanrou's speed was too fast for him to catch up.

He never thought that human life in the Spirit Dao Gate was as cheap as ants.

Suddenly, Su Xiaoqi stopped beside Kou Chen and said, "Don't you comfort her?"

Hearing this, Kou Chen took a few steps forward, but stopped, his mood was really conflicted.

Su Xiaoqi sighed: "At least find a place to bury people, right?"

Kou Chen walked up quickly, but You Yi was no longer like the previous girl's heart, and it seemed that he had suddenly matured.

Su Xiaoqi shook his head in dismay, he likes to see young boys and girls fall in love with each other, torture each other again, reconcile again, torture each other again, love painfully again, and ......

But in short, he really doesn't like to see the seeds of love being stifled as soon as they are sown, and how beautiful it is to be able to witness the happiness of others, but there are sluts to obstruct it.

When Kou Chen's eyes moved away from You Yi, Su Xiaoqi had already walked away, and Kou Chen hurriedly said in a loud voice: "Won't you familiarize yourself with the Spirit Dao Gate with me?"

"I'm not in the mood today, and then I'll leave tomorrow's things to tomorrow, and I'm not in a hurry to die, why are I in such a hurry. Su Xiaoqi's voice floated from afar.

When I returned to the fishing house, the twilight had covered the earth, and in early winter, it was getting dark very quickly, the pavilion in the distance was lit with lights, and a fire was lit outside the fishing house.

Su Xiaoqi remembered the duel during the day again, his last move [Tearing the Sky and Breaking the Clouds] was the strongest killing move of "Chasing the Wind Legs", if He Lin didn't disperse his spiritual power, he would definitely not be able to stand the serious injury of broken ribs.

But Su Xiaoqi also knew in his heart, it wouldn't be long before He Lin could live again, since his father was a deacon elder, how could he not have a few healing pills?

He will be much more miserable.

Trapped in the fire prison and hit by the fire man's self-explosion one after another, his cultivation should have been blown up to pieces, and the reason why he was safe and sound was because Bloodscale Wings saved his life at the critical moment.

It may be because the power of this attack is not very strong, and the Bloodscale Wings do not have much spiritual power, and even just condensed a prototype to block He Lin's fatal blow.

But even so, Su Xiaoqi's spiritual power was exhausted after he cast a tearing cloud split. When the spiritual sea is depleted, recondensing the spiritual power will often make the meridians tingle with thousands of needles, and in the same way, the mind will always be in a dizzy state.

It's as if I've played roller coaster hundreds of times in one day, and my stomach is not only overturned, but I almost vomit out my twisted heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys.

The fish was swallowed with difficulty, the sky was completely dark, the lights were bright in the distance, and the faint sound of the disciples talking and laughing was faintly heard, and in the dense metasequoia forest, there must have been several pairs of disciples who were in love talking about love. In normal times, Su Xiaoqi would rarely sneak in to watch the battle, but now, he just wants to go and sleep well.

After a night of silence, when Su Xiaoqi walked out of the fishing house, it was snowing lightly, and a snow-white had accumulated in front of the door, wisps of mist rose from the lake, and the fish had already hid in the nest because of the cold.

"Chirp ......" A bird covered in wind and frost flew through the sky, landed on the branches, curled up into a ball and still shivered in the cold, if it had built its nest earlier, it would not have suffered from the cold.

Not far away, Kou Chen walked slowly through the metasequoia forest, his brows still furrowed, as if he couldn't be burned with a fire bucket.

......

Walking through the metasequoia forest with snow-white branches hanging on the branches, walking through the prison, you can hear the terrible screams through the thick prison door, after the selection of disciples, He Mao has too many people who want to be punished, when will the short calm set off a greater storm?

"The prison is not far from the disciple's residence, do you want us to remember the rules?" Su Xiaoqi broke the silence.

"Does it make a difference to you if there are no door rules?" said Kou Chen, a rare joke.

Su Xiaoqi smiled and said, "How is Youyi?"

Kou Chen smiled and sighed: "We are not destined to be people on the same road. ”

Su Xiaoqi patted Kou Chen's shoulder.

The two of them were silent again, and walked in the direction of the Heavenly Temple for a long time, Su Xiaoqi suddenly wondered: "It's a little strange, your father and He Mao's cultivation is condensation sevenfold, the head is almost close to the earth spirit realm, and the realm of Yangfu also has five levels of condensation, but most of the disciples are in the void realm......

"What do you want to say?"

"What about the Gathering Spirit Realm?" Su Xiaoqi wondered, "Why is there a fault in the middle?"

Kou Chen's eyes suddenly flashed with a look of memory, and he said: "It's been about ten years, and a secret realm suddenly appeared in Wuyang City at the junction of the Spirit Dao Sect and the Fish Dragon Sect, and then the two factions almost died in order to snatch the resources of the secret realm, and then recruited new disciples, and it became like this. Kou Chen spread his hands.

"Secret Realm?"

Kou Chen explained: "Legend has it that in ancient times, the Spirit Continent was a whole, and later the Demon Clan War, the continent fell into several pieces, and some of the continent fragments were scattered in the spatial turbulence, which is the so-called secret realm.

Some secret realms appear once every few years, while others remain forever. And the power of each secret realm is different, like the barren forest secret realm in Wuyang City, it is once every two years, and at first the strong people in the Condensation Realm can enter, but now the strength is weakening year by year, and only the cultivation of the Void Realm can enter.

Maybe in a few years, the Wasteland Secret Realm will collapse and disappear into the spatial turbulence. ”

Su Xiaoqi was curious: "What's in there?"

Kou Chen said: "The Secret Realm of the Barren Forest seems to be a medicinal field in ancient times, but most of the heavenly and earthly treasures in it have been lighted, but there are still a lot of rare medicinal herbs left, and you will know when the Secret Realm of the Barren Forest opens tomorrow summer." ”

Su Xiaoqi frowned secretly, would the Wasteland Secret Realm be an opportunity for He Mao to launch a full-scale attack?

Taking advantage of the hard-won time, it was time for him to upgrade his cultivation to self-preservation as soon as possible.

Not long after, the two of them walked to the first hall, the dazzling glazed tiles have been covered with snow, and a few people shuttled among them, no one of them did not frown, and their hands were gesturing.

"This is the Chuangong Pavilion, and it is here that the disciples exchange their contribution points for cheats. With that, Kou Chen walked towards the hall, "Speaking of which, you still need to receive a fighting technique, come in." ”

Shaking off the snowflakes on his shoulders, the moment Su Xiaoqi stepped into the hall, he seemed to be in a sea of books, countless bookshelves, countless scrolls, and all kinds of spiritual power and breath.