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However, the change in the weather made Chi Qingzi's heart throb, and he changed so violently from the result, from day to night, as if it was just a moment of time, no one foreshadowed, let alone time to react.

He didn't know what was going on, he just felt that his body was shrouded in a huge shadow, and subconsciously looked back, Danyangzi and Sikong Blood held their heads high, and their eyes were glazed.

Why did they show such expressions?

What exactly did they see?

Chi Qingzi clearly felt that an inexplicable strong pressure hit his mind like a tide, his body stiffened, and even moving was a luxury.

He tried to break through all the demonic barriers, but found that the mist in his heart had become an indelible pain, and it hurt his heart.

He stiffened his head and gasped when he saw the phantom of a dragon.

"Dragon, it's a dragon!" Danyangzi shouted, where did he get the appearance of a master at this moment, the madness after the sluggishness was like an outburst after depression, irresistible, unrelieved.

He felt the dragon staring at him with a grim gaze, as if it were about to dissect his body.

Chi Qingzi's performance was not much better than Danyangzi's, he froze in place, had forgotten to solve Han Chuang's matter, and even forgot to run-his feet were numb.

Perhaps the only one who can support under this strong oppression is Sikong Blood, not because of how strong his strength is, but because of his identity, a killer, a killer who has undergone severe training, claiming that he will never be shaken by foreign objects, but at this moment he understands that his mind has been taken away.

Han Chuang, who fell to the ground, didn't feel a trace of oppression, not even a little pressure, he looked at Chi Qingzi and the others with a surprised look in his eyes.

At this moment, the giant rose into the air, shuttling through the thick clouds, and before Han Chuang could figure out what was going on, he felt a beam of golden light envelop him.

He swore that at that time, he thought of walking, but his legs were like being nailed to the ground, and he couldn't take a step.

Really, it's not that he doesn't want to go, it's that he can't, and even moving is a luxury, but he didn't feel the oppression of Daochi Qingzi and others at all, but there was a gentle power that slowly repaired his body.

The force swirled around his body, and he felt that the pain in his muscles and veins had completely healed, and then another circle, the muscles and bones seemed to be no longer painful, and the last time, he could feel the force moving on the surface of his skin, trimming his skin.

He couldn't move, he couldn't speak, and he couldn't even look back to see how Nie Qingqing was, but it was an indisputable fact that his body was getting better step by step.

At this moment, the giant dragon actually rose out of the thick clouds, and a rapid dive, flying to a height of dozens of meters away from them and stopped.

Just chose in mid-air, with a pair of sharp eyes, staring at a few people.

Han Chuang suddenly realized that he could speak and move, he glanced back at Nie Qingqing and Lianhua, both of them staring at the sky blankly, as if they didn't know what was going on.

Han Chuang's heart sank, and he turned his head and shouted, "What happened to them?"

No one responded, the dragon just stared at him, staring at him deadly, and for a moment, Han Chuang felt a soft light appear in the dragon's eyes, but it flashed and ended, leaving no ripples.

The next moment, the dragon moved.

The dragon, which was originally hanging high in the air like a sculpture, suddenly moved, it opened its mouth, and a sharp dragon groan came out of its mouth, and a circle of sound waves visible to the naked eye rippled in a circle.

The wind roared, the heavens and the earth shook, and among the flying sand and rocks, the cumulus clouds in the sky began to roll violently, and the color changed from gray at the beginning to a dark and deep black.

Han Chuang panicked, frightened, and at a loss.

Any person will be panicked, frightened and overwhelmed in the face of the same situation, and Han Chuang behaved like any ordinary person, no more unbearable, let alone outstanding.

Another dragon roar pierced the sky, as if someone in the sky beat the drums of war, and the thick clouds rolled wildly, forming a huge whirlpool across the entire sky, and the dragon was under the whirlpool, staring coldly at the ants below.

Yes, that's right, it's ants.

Han Chuang couldn't find any other rank to describe them, they were ants, ants who had no resistance in front of the dragon.

The whirlpool formed a shape, and the dragon dragon claw waved, which seemed to be easy to move, but it caused a kind of storm, a huge storm.

Take a look at Chi Qingzi, Danyangzi and Sikong Blood, the three masters in the middle stage of soul melting, tried their best and resisted with all their true qi before nailing themselves to the ground.

Han Chuang, an injured martial artist, was naturally unable to resist the attack of the hurricane, but he was swept into the air in an instant, and in a trance, he saw that Nie Qingqing was also thrown away.

"No!"

He roared, puffing up the little bit of true qi he had left, trying to control his body and drift towards Nie Qingqing's side, he swore that he only wanted to grab her hand, and only wanted to die together if he wanted to die.

But even this small wish has become a luxury.

The power of the hurricane was too strong, it was beyond the range of what he could bear at this moment, all the true qi was useless, all the efforts turned into screams of grief, and all the shouts were torn to pieces by the hurricane just after exiting.

There was no other sound in his ears except the rumbling wind, and Han Chuang could only watch as Nie Qingqing was swept into the center of the whirlpool.

"No, no!"

The heart-rending roar finally broke through the wind and entered Han Chuang's ears, making his heartache even more painful, and he completely let go of the control of his body, allowing the fierce and wild hurricane to roll into the depths of the whirlpool.

He did not resist and did not want to resist.

He didn't know whether the center of the vortex represented rebirth or destruction, only that it was the only chance, the only chance to see Dao Nie Qingqing again, even if it was death, even if it was dead without a corpse, he would not let it go.

The wind whistled in his ears, and the air flow was like a knife, cutting through his body, and he felt that he was being cut into pieces, and he kept gluing together, as if he was constantly moving from life to death, and from death to death.

He didn't feel pain, but a feeling more terrifying than pain, not feeling the presence of the body, as if the body no longer belonged to him.

"Come on, let the storm come more violently!" Han Chuang roared in his heart, and in a trance, he came to a black shadow, standing on the dragon's head, seeing his facial features clearly, but he felt that he was looking at himself even more.

Who is he? Why is he looking at me? Why is he staring at me like this?

Han Chuang asked himself, but there was no answer.

He didn't need any answers, and for him, who no longer felt the presence of his body, any answers were meaningless.

In a trance, he saw that the man was using a sword, and he attacked with a sword, and the lightning-like sword qi attacked Chi Qingzi and the others, and they had no way to resist at all, so they could only let the sword qi hit their bodies.

Han Chuang watched them fall to the ground, not knowing whether they were alive or dead, and a feeling of joy was born in his heart, but soon, this feeling turned into tiredness, and tiredness was like flowing water, eroding his body little by little, stripping away his reason little by little, and letting him fall into contemplation little by little.

He was uncontrollable, both physical and mental, at this moment, he didn't know what he was doing, he just felt as if he was floating in a black ocean, drifting with the current.

The wind gradually subsided, and the tyrannical elements were replaced by calm and serenity, like the wind gently blowing in the ears of a parent to a child.

From daylight to black, a process of saying fast or not, slow or not.

But for the man who drinks, it is just a moment, as if the last moment, it is still day, and the next moment, it is already dark.

The monk helped the drunken Hu Dingshan back to the inn, and saw the monk Zizhu standing in the courtyard, not wearing a monk's robe, but wearing a black robe, not showing his face, but wearing a black mask.

The black mask covered his face, revealing only two eyes, which were very different from those of Monk Zizhu.

There were no deep wrinkles around the eye sockets, and there were no signs of old age in the eyes. If others see it, they will never think that it is a pair of old monk's eyes, but the monk cannot believe that the person in front of him is the Zizhu monk, this is a feeling, a feeling that comes from the heart.

Put Hu Dingshan down carefully, and the monk did not take a step forward, bowed and saluted: "Mr. Zizhu." ”

Zizhu didn't move, and he didn't say anything, but the monk knew that there must be a knowing smile on his face under the mask.

"Dare to ask the seniors, whether Han Chuang is safe. ”

After about a minute of silence, Zizhu finally spoke: "The person has been saved." ”

The monk breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't have me, how did the Zizhu people come down, and he didn't ask where the others were, he just needed to know that Han Chuang was safe.

This is his hope and his guarantee.

For about half an hour, neither of them spoke, but just looked at each other, as if they were peeping at each other's thoughts, only the monk understood that he didn't mean to peep at each other at all.

"Senior, what do you think of the Linglong Pagoda. The monk said suddenly.

Zizhu still didn't speak, and just when the monk thought that he wouldn't speak as before, he suddenly heard a heavy voice coming out of his mouth: "It is the root of all troubles." ”

The monk sighed, closed his eyes slightly, and said something in his mouth, so that if anyone approached, he would definitely hear him muttering a scripture.

As for what the scriptures are, no one knows, as if they were secrets that exist in the mouth, and they cannot speak to a third person.

I don't know how long it took, when he opened his eyes, Zizhu was no longer in front of him, and his spirit expanded, and he found that Zizhu was not even in the inn anymore, but he found another person.

There was a rush of footsteps behind him.

"Little monk, something happened!"

The monk looked back and saw that Nie Yuxin was standing behind him with a shocked expression.

"What's the matter?"

"It's Han Chuang's kid, and-" Nie Yuxin gritted his teeth, and finally said, "And Qingqing." ”

A smile appeared on the monk's face: "What's wrong with them?"

He was not worried about the comfort of these two people, because Monk Zizhu had already given him assurances, and he believed in Monk Zizhu's assurances more than he believed rumors without any evidence.

Nie Yuxin didn't see this, and said to himself: "Chi Qingzi, Danyangzi and Sikong Blood ambushed Han Chuang at the valley mouth, and for some reason, the three of them were seriously injured and returned. ”

The monk smiled and said, "Isn't that a good thing?"

Nie Yuxin smiled bitterly: "The problem is, they were not injured by Han Chuang. ”

Of course not. The monk thought to himself, but said, "It's strange for you to say that, what about Han Chuang?"

At this point, Nie Yuxin's face changed, and he said in a deep voice: "The news I got is that Han Chuang, Han Chuang, and Qingqing have disappeared together. Anyone can hear the despair and uneasiness in his tone, Nie Qingqing is his daughter, Han Chuang is his son-in-law, although there is some relationship between him and this son-in-law who uses and is used, but if there is no emotion, it is impossible.

The monk shook his head and said, "Chi Qingzi said that Han Chuang was killed by them?"

"Nope. Nie said in a deep voice.

The monk said, "Then whether to find his body." ”

"No, there isn't. Nie Yuxin hesitated for a moment and said.

"Since there is no news and no corpses, then you can rest assured," the monk said with a smile, "Maybe they are missing, but they are definitely alive and well." ”

"How can you be sure?" said Nie Yuxin.

The monk shook his head and said, "Han Chuang is not a short-lived person. ”