"Master, if we don't leave here, we're going to be surrounded!"

"Well, you guys should come back first!" Although Ling Xian'er was not a powerhouse in the Qi Condensation Period, with the power of his bloodline, he had a power equivalent to perception, no. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info can be said to be spiritual power, and every grass and tree around her is clearly reflected in her mind. It's so much better than perceiving that blurry picture. In her spiritual perception, there was indeed a large group of people coming to them. The crowd was even denser than she could perceive. It's dense and not scary. Since they are flying in the air, they look like a swarm of ants running, and at this speed they will come here in a few minutes.

"Let's go"

"Yes," the two girls agreed, and they all turned into a ray of light and entered the snowflake sword. Yukimi said that her body was originally this sword. And the nine-tails turned into a small pattern, and the contact above the hilt of the snowflake sword was attached. The snow-white sword body was cold and piercing, and a faint pink light flashed. Why doesn't it look good in pink and white? It looks like it's tailor-made for the cute Ling Xian'er, who was originally a fourth-class high-end cute, but suddenly became a fifth-class Alluring Beauty. The beauty is beautiful, and I want to hold it in the palm of my hand and play with it.

At this time, the Netherworld Gate also closed in an abrupt manner under this scene, and the sky that was already dark turned into its original appearance. On a transparent and clear night, countless stars blink brightly in the sky, and a crescent moon ripples in the sky under the river of stars. This scene is also in line with this world, even if he has too much cruelty, there will be a touch of loneliness in the world to appreciate. But how many people pay attention to his cruelty?

At least Ling Xian'er, no. Now she paid attention to the current Ling Yixian.

Many years later, she recalled the present and only said a faint word. "That's when I started to recognize...... Place"

What could it be?

Maybe only she knows.

"Gone" After Ling Yixian awakened his bloodline, all his abilities were more than one step higher. The artistic conception of the wind rose, and instantly crossed most of the space to the front of the scholar and Mei Niang. Seeing the two resurrected ones hugging each other again, a faint feeling rose in Ling Yixian's heart. That detachment from darkness, detachment from nothingness. It is above all beings, but it can only be born between all beings. A trace of her is enough to overcome a hundred rivers.

But the cold Ling Yixian didn't catch her, her character was like this. Only care, only take care of the person inside yourself. I just want to sing all the way with my sword, and I just want to set foot in the illusory fairy world. Enough.

The second time, maybe the third, the fourth. It only left traces in Ling Yixian's heart, but it couldn't take anything away, and it couldn't leave anything. She didn't know when she would understand.

"Yes, master. ”

"Well, thank you Xian'er. ”

A thousand words are turned into a few words because of endless gratitude.

But it is far superior to it.

..................

A few minutes later, the cultivator who had cultivated to a high level was one step ahead of everyone else and felt where Ling Xian'er was. Look at the aftermath of the battle. Those ground that had been pierced by Ling Xian'er's sword blade were riddled with holes. The strong qi in the pair swirled in the sky, and there was a big pit that was smashed out by Ling Xian'er. All of them interpret the fierceness of this battle.

By this time, the Nether Gate in the sky had long since disappeared, but they keenly sensed a strong aura of death rushing into the depths of their souls.

The Netherworld, the gateway to hell. The top ten murderous places in the Central Region are ranked third, and how many of them are cultivated as the places where the powerful people die. If it weren't for Ling Xian'er suppressing it with her bloodline, and the scholar and Mei Niang were protected by the power of supernatural powers. How could everything be so smooth?

Resurrecting the dead is inherently against the will of Heaven and against the cycle of Heavenly Dao. And Ling Xian'er's bloodline was able to defy this magnificent will, how could all the incredible things produced by the Netherworld Gate hurt them. What's more, these are just Ling Xian'er's supernatural comprehensions, which are not thorough enough. In the future, as long as Ling Xian'er's supernatural powers appeared, people who died not long ago would be resurrected in an instant, and there would not be so many cumbersome things at all.

But it can be regarded as a blessing and a curse, didn't Ling Xian'er also meet the Nine-Tails? In the future, the Nine-Tails will be one of her family!

But how could these ordinary monks know this? The strongest monks who appeared here were only six levels of condensation. Even the high price of condensation has not been reached, although at this stage, it is also stuck with many geniuses. But are these people geniuses? Not really. If there is a skill, I am afraid that I will have entered the middle domain to find some good opportunities a long time ago, in order to break through the existing realm. It's not just about staying on the periphery and trying to pick up pies.

"It seems that there are powerhouses in the Flying Age who have fought in this sky!"

"It should be, this breath still makes me tremble"

"Forget it, let's go, the powerhouse of the Flying Heavens, how can we get our hands on it, let's go!"

"Yes, yes, I'll wait or go, let these little guys who don't know the weight of the back go!"

"Do you want to die?

"Why aren't you?"

"Hmph, tell the family to go home. ”

"Yes!"

............

On the other side, Ling Xian'er had already brought the scholar and Mei Niang here again.

Mi people.

Under the cover of the artistic conception of the clouds, he came here safe and sound. On the way, no one could find Ling Xian'er at this time.

But what will the scholar do this time?