"This is the abyss, my dagger."

Ning An recognized the dagger by the moonlight, and then snapped his fingers, and the candle in the room lit up.

The dagger around his neck did not go any further.

Ning An tilted his head indifferently and walked away from the dagger.

The dagger then spun in circles in the air and was taken back.

Ning An turned around and met a pair of brown eyes.

The peach blossom eyes are sharp, cold and murderous, and there is an indescribable wildness.

A pair of familiar and unfamiliar eyes.

Ning An immediately decided: "Who are you?" ”

Three clean words.

She gave it to Xiaohong.

But the demon king in front of him is clearly not Xiaohong.

At first glance, you know so.

Could it be... Snatching?

Thousands of thoughts flashed in Ning An's heart, but the expression on his face remained unchanged at all.

Who knew that the demon king snorted coldly, and the killing intent slowly faded.

Then he walked towards the window in the room and sneered.

There was an eerie coldness in the strange laughter.

"I'm Xinglu, he's not."

The demon king's voice was faint, and there was a hint of provocation in this faint voice.

"He's dead."

The young man by the window turned his head to look at Ning An, his face still had a strange expression, and the candle flame was against the background, and it was miserable.

Ning An walked in front of him in almost two steps, and the shattered frost was already on the demon king's neck.

"Don't talk nonsense!" Ning An's heart hung up, as if he was soaked in seawater, suffocated and dazed.

At all costs... She didn't want to be the result.

From the bottom of her heart, she didn't want to believe that her fox was gone.

The feeling that the fox gave her had always been very strange.

In a word...... I don't know...... Ning An was now in turmoil.

The demon king looked at the frost on his neck, and snorted coldly with an expressionless face, unwilling to talk to Ning An anymore.

People in the cultivation realm.

It's long overdue.

It's a pity... That person's soul cast a spell on him before leaving, and there was no way to do it to Ning An.

It's boring.

Mankind... Hypocrisy is bad, this world should be the world of the demon clan sooner or later.

The Demon King watched as the sky outside gradually darkened, the sun sank in the mountains, and the last rays of light completely disappeared from the land.

Eternal night is coming, and darkness is eternal.

"I'll let you out."

The demon king was already thinking about the grand plan for hegemony, and he was cold, and suddenly such a voice came from behind him.

The Demon King was stunned.

Turning his head to look at Ning An.

The girl's face was calm, and there was no other emotion in her dark eyes.

The Demon King was a little surprised.

Isn't Fang Cai's mood still very excited?

So he didn't reply to Ning An's words for a long time.

Ning An said again very firmly: "I'll let you out." ”

“……”

The demon king frowned and looked at Ning An with a determined face: "Just a young man? ”

These people from the Temple of the Bright Moon... There are many things on his hands that are tainted with miracles.

Just a yuan baby, saying these words makes people feel ridiculous.

Ning An didn't pay attention to the demon king's ridicule and disdain, and just released the white-bearded old man who had been living in her sea of knowledge.

"Broken this ban." Ning An's voice was faint, and he looked at the white-bearded old man floating in the air and said.

That day, when she left, the old man had to leave the cave through her body.

Since then, she has never left her sea of knowledge.

The old man's attitude towards Ning An's words was more or less dissatisfied.

But at the moment, the situation is critical, and the old man knows it, and he doesn't plan to have a verbal dispute with Ning An here.

The demon king was also a little surprised when he saw the old man appear.

This old man is not simple.

Although it is just a simple spirit, it contains... The breath of antiquity.

The breath of the Qinghe era.

Ancient Souls.

This kind of thing really exists in the world.

"Give me the artifact." The old man stared at the rune paper on the window for a long time, his brow furrowing deeper and deeper.

Ning An handed the Hongmeng pen to the white-bearded old man, the old man held the Hongmeng pen tightly in his right hand, his eyes were slightly closed, and he immediately scribbled on the copy.

Soon, the rune paper burned, and eventually only ashes remained.

In the room, it was as if something that could not be seen or touched was shattered.

The confinement outside the window dissipated without a trace.

The old man seemed to be a little tired, hugged the Hongmeng pen tightly, and didn't say hello to Ning An, so he flew directly into Ning An's sea of knowledge.

"Let's go." Ning An's voice was faint.

The time has been calculated in mind, and soon, she will also be forcibly teleported.

The demon king turned his head to look at Ning An in disbelief, and finally just asked nonchalantly: "You don't ask me?" ”

Don't want to know what's really going on?

Ning An looked at the completely dark night sky outside the window, felt the pull of the phantom lamp, and said: "I believe him." ”

It's going to be fine.

[Don't ask the heroine where she got her confidence, because it's more sloppy]

*

The morning sun poured over the earth, and chaos reigned in the temple.

Demon King... The Demon King has fled!

Even Hua Ai, who had been unfazed all along, finally couldn't help but show a little irritability.

How can it be at such a time.

But... This kind of vignette is harmless.

Those fools in the cultivation realm will compromise with them sooner or later.

*

The Demon Domain expands, and the Demon Race returns.

Conquer the city, and the speed is incredible.

The so-called defense line of the Xiuzhen Realm is simply vulnerable in front of the demon army.

At this time when the battle situation was scorching, the Bright Moon Temple made a move, and it easily blocked the attack of the demons without much effort.

So the cultivation realm really compromised.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the demons are the real demons."

"Their power is unstoppable, and all we ordinary people can do is block one or two."

"It takes the gods a hand."

"So... What are you waiting for? ”

Hua Ai's voice was full of bewilderment, and the face with a smile was the face of the leader of the MLM organization.

In the face of silence, Hua Ai simply continued without changing her face: "Cooperate with the temple and ask the gods to come. ”

"All you need is a genius from the sect to do a small favor."

"What are you waiting for?"

Under Hua Ai's coercion and temptation one after another, the cultivation realm agreed.

Among these so-called sect geniuses, without exception, there is Ning An.

Ning An even suspected that everyone else was a disguise, and she was the only one who the temple wanted.

Or rather... She is the only person the temple wants to kill.

It's just that now that he appears as a savior, it's not easy to do it directly.

Bells and whistles.

There are also Lin Bocheng and Wen Qianqian in this group of people, and they are relatively familiar with Ning An.

Ning An and his party stepped on the ladder.

The ladder is high, with no handrails and no shelter.

Just look down and you'll see a bustling world.

The more I went up, the more I realized that the world was small, and the colder my heart became.

Ning An felt a little funny.

really responded to the sentence "the height is not cold".

She was no longer afraid of the Bright Moon Temple.

Even if they have been tirelessly chasing her.

She had seen God.

Princess Yunhua enshrined in the temple.

She had seen her pride and sorrow.

is bound by the common people, where will there be any good ending.