Without any hesitation, Ling Jinxi stepped on countless corpses and ran towards the past, and all the zombies that pounced on him were defeated by him without hesitation!

But the dirty stuff here seems to be stronger, faster, and even has some low-level spells.

The moon was white and red, and Ling Jinxi, who was covered in filth, fell the pile of corpses.

He could feel that Ji Weiliang in the middle of the lake in the distance was doing an extremely dangerous thing, chaotic spiritual power, violent hatred clouds, everything was so ominous.

Is this madman trying to refine the clouds of hatred?

She really wants to go completely crazy!

"Stop! You're going to die! Ling Jinxi had exhausted all his strength, but his voice was like a mosquito.

In the clouds of hatred, the long knife walked through without hesitation, and soon it was scarred, and there was no retreat, and even the more he fought, the more brave he became.

After all, Ji Weiliang is one with it, although it is uncomfortable, but Ji Weiliang's fierce personality is the same as it.

Ji Weiliang is very unhappy at the moment, her mind is like someone has forced a bunch of negative things, she hates these things!

If it is broken by spiritual power, Ji Weiliang may be willing to gamble and lose, but if he uses this method to disgust people, Ji Weiliang will only be more angry.

But where does Hate Yun have any spiritual power, Xiao Xiaoyu City, almost all those with spiritual power have been taken away, if Hate Yun extracts the spiritual power of Yan Longchang, Yan Long Chang will be powerless to struggle, but if it is not extracted, it will probably disappear by itself, and Hate Yun, who has no choice, can only extract Yan Longchang's spiritual power fiercely.

When the seal was broken, it was Hate Yun who first snatched the spiritual power of Yan Long Change and escaped, otherwise Yan Long Chang would not have been trapped in the seal for so long.

It is said that under the hatred clouds, they all belong to the Yanlong Change, the spiritual power of cultivators, the soul power of ordinary people, and even the vitality of vegetation.

However, almost all the cultivators in Yucheng ran away, and most of the ordinary people were rescued by Zuo Weiyang, and the rest were either dead or useless.

Yan Longbian's hatred of Yun is just to supply it, but now that the hatred of Yun is out of food, he has to ask Yan Longbian for it, Ji Weiliang feels that he is unlucky, why not Yanlongchang?

In the clouds of hatred, the rose needles flew around in clusters, and the moonlight brocade was pierced by the rose needles with countless needles, and invisible silk threads were pressed into it.

It's going crazy!

I'm going crazy with my annoyance!

Whether it's hating clouds or Yanlong.

Ji Weiliang opened her eyes, there was empty violence in her eyes, she snorted, took out all the timid feather incense in her arms, closed the last Chixiao Pill, raised her head, and swallowed it directly.

There is no turning back arrow when the bow is opened, and after dawn, the Dongzhou people can come to seal the Yanlong Change, but this hatred cloud is not waiting for anyone, once it spreads, not only Zuo Weiyang and them, but also the entire Yuezhou, and even the Ji family who had fled before, could not escape entanglement.

"How can you refine a cloud! Stop it! Ling Jinxi struggled to get up, and for the first time he deeply felt what it meant to be a madman.

No matter how Ji Weiliang was before, he just felt that Ji Weiliang was a little willful and arrogant, but now, he finally completely understood why people in Yuezhou said that Ji Weiliang was crazy!

How could anyone go and refine a cloud? Or the vicious cloud of hatred!

'Why can't you refine the clouds?' My monkey brother has refined the somersault cloud. In an extremely bad mood, Ji Weiliang didn't want to speak, but she could still hear the voice outside vaguely.

Moreover, she didn't want to refine the hatred cloud in the first place, she just wanted to catch the hatred cloud.

"This is not your Ji family's magic weapon, you will destroy your spiritual sense if you do this!" Ling Jinxi was extremely eager, Ji Weiliang died, he would definitely not survive to dawn, no matter what, he couldn't let her kill herself like this.

As long as they control the hatred cloud and wait for the dawn, they will definitely be able to think of a way to get out of trouble.

Hating Yun is not a magic weapon, especially not a weapon given to her by the family, Ji Weiliang's approach is crazy in Ling Jinxi's opinion.

All families have a treasure storage pavilion, and when they are placed in it, they will be slowly refined with the spiritual power of their own clan, and those that are generally handed over to the juniors in the family are about thirty percent refined.

Otherwise, how can it be said that the family is very important to the cultivator, the family can not only give the cultivator a basic inheritance, but also greatly improve the cultivation speed of the cultivator, many time-consuming and labor-consuming, but not very useful things, as long as there is a family, the family will help deal with it.

Just like Ji Weiliang's moonlight brocade, she can use it when she gets her hands on it, as for further refining, it's up to her.

Many cultivators, when they get a new magic weapon, will first put it in the family or sect for sacrifice, saving time, effort and worry.

But this cloud of hatred is different, a thousand years of resentment, no one can tell its source.

In Ling Jinxi's opinion, Ji Weiliang is not desperate, but sending him to death.

Ji Weiliang must not die!

Ling Jinxi had already decided that Ji Weiliang was his responsibility, and he definitely couldn't watch her die!

In the endless clouds of hatred, Ji Weiliang's spiritual power is like a pool of holy water in a snow-capped mountain, even if the ice lake is cold to the bone, it is also pure and flawless.

When all the filth was unbearable, Ji Weiliang's spiritual power was as bright as moonlight.

There is only one bright moon in the world, and many people have described the moon to Ling Jinxi, but for Ling Jinxi at this moment, the highest and farthest, cold but bright is Ji Weiliang.

And after Ji Weiliang's death, Yan Long is about to be born.

If there really is no tomorrow, then I think about it and take a look......

Tearing off the black cloth strip embroidered with charms, Ling Jinxi's eyes slowly opened.

***

The heaviest and most poisonous thing in the world is lovesickness, and the woman who can't take love is sorrowful, weaving a pair of lovesick brocade, the deeper the love, the more sorrowful.

Acacia is boundless, and every inch is a thousand feet of red dust.

A wisp of red silk overflows the moonlight brocade.

As the rose needle walked, more and more red was revealed.

The feeling of extreme danger struck again, and Ji Weiliang jerked his hand, "Liangwei, come back!" ”

The scarred long sword fell into Ji Weiliang's hands extremely tired, the sword tail, the moonlight brocade had been shattered, and countless moonlight essences mixed with red silk were scattered, entangled in the black clouds of hatred.

The long knife wrapped in hatred cloud and red silk fell into her hand, Ji Weiliang didn't know that this red silk was the most vicious and entangled thing in the world, and her sword domain was swallowed up and disappeared by that thing.

For a moment, it was as if everything in the world was still.

In the midst of many sorrows, who whispered.

Enter my lovesick door, know that I am lovesick, long-term lovesickness, long-term lovesickness, short-term lovesickness is infinite, I knew that it was so stumbling, how could I not know each other at the beginning.

In an instant, the acacia was scattered, and the red silk threads were like tears inch by inch, enveloping Ji Weiliang fiercely.

In the mirror lake, the ice surface shattered again in an instant, and in the center of the ice lake, which was extremely shattered, Ji Weiliang was tightly bound by countless red silk threads.

Pure blood dripped down the silk threads, and the long knife that was on the verge of breaking wailed around the blood light.