"The clothes want to wet the apricot blossom rain, and the wind blows the willow wind."

It is the season of fireworks in March, the spring rain.

On the slope of the wildflower bush covered with raindrops, a figure wrapped in an incomparable momentum just appeared, and then disappeared in an instant.

Immediately after, a three-inch silver embroidery needle "pierced" the air, silently, leaving a deep ravine where it passed, and the mountain flowers all over the field withered in the blink of an eye, and the towering trees that had just sprouted buds were broken like hemp stalks.

A moment after the figure and the "embroidery needle" disappeared, the entire mountain collapsed with a bang, like a rock breaking the earth, and a natural disaster struck.

A group of startled new science and technology scholars and all the ladies of the Great Jin Kingdom Spring Tour sat on the ground, trembling, and didn't know why.

Xin Zhuo, who was constantly teleporting, was in tatters at the moment, his hair was messy, his handsome face was covered with dust, his eyes were blood-red, and he was obviously extremely tired.

Twelve days, he has escaped thousands or tens of thousands of miles?

In order to prevent being discovered by the people of the Great Yan Sect, he has been picking up remote and uninhabited mountains and rivers and flying by, but the nine flying needles of the Yuan Ji master behind him have always been with him, and he has narrowly avoided eight needles in the past twelve days, but the ninth needle has not dissipated, and he has reached the end of the strong crossbow at this moment.

In fact, with his cultivation of the Hun Yuan Void Primal Realm, he escaped under the noses of five Yuan Extreme Masters and dozens of Hun Yuan Void Masters, and even Yin them before leaving, which is also one of the few in the history of the classics.

At this time, the true qi in his body was almost exhausted, and he couldn't even run the mental method to replenish, and the realm that he had just broken through had not stabilized, and if he continued to escape, he was afraid that he would hurt the foundation, so he subconsciously scanned the four directions with his Hun Yuan Void Mind.

No one is hunting down!

The aura of that silver needle was also immeasurably weak compared to before.

Now unless the old ghost in the East has not been repelled by Zhao Yizhu and has been following him, there is no need to run away anymore.

So, he decided to take a gamble.

He stopped suddenly, stood high in the air, and looked at the silver needle that pierced the air and got closer and closer with a thunderous momentum.

I don't know what the material of this embroidered "silver needle" is, it is not gold, not iron, not jade, the five elements are not restrained, the magic is inaccessible, and it has chased itself for thousands of miles, which is very terrifying.

At this time, it seemed to be aware of the "target", and the small silver needle rolled up three strange ripples, faintly forming a python head.

"Hum—"

The mountains and forests around it swayed and undulated.

Xin Zhuo took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and was blessed with all the power of Hun Yuan Void, and a dazzling Hun Yuan light appeared around his body.

The index finger and middle finger of the right hand were lightly wound, and the heavenly black sword "choked" out of the sheath.

"Kenichi, evil god!"

The awe-inspiring sword light, reaching the sky and the earth, rolled up a huge blue-gray aura, majestic and weird, unrighteous and evil, impartial, but extraordinarily evil and fierce, slashed with a sword.

Just in touch with the "embroidery needle"!

"Boom-"

The snake shadow and the silver needle fell suddenly, and there was no momentum.

Xin Zhuo seemed to have been hit by a hundred thousand mountains, his clothes were torn, his skin exploded inch by inch wounds, his mind was blurred for a while, and the person had already flown far away.

The ten-mile mountain forest in the original place turned into flying ashes, the water of the small river on the side was evacuated in the blink of an eye, the endless chaotic aura continued to permeate the surroundings, and dozens of shocking cracks opened on the ground.

Half an hour later, several martial artists from the Yang Reality Realm rushed over, looked around, and were terrified, such a terrible scene was beyond their comprehension, and hurriedly left, and warned the masters of the Quartet that disaster was coming here, and they should not come.

The drizzle is constantly sprinkled on the mountains, forests and rivers, nourishing all things.

An official road that runs from east to west is covered with mud when it is rolled by wheels, and there is a mess in the grass next to the official road.

Xin Zhuo lay quietly, covered in blood stained with emerald green weeds, his injuries were extremely serious, his meridians were broken a lot, the Hun Yuan vortex in his body was also a little messy, he couldn't lift half of his strength, and the silver needle he carried with him was also lost, and he was unable to heal, but his face was a little relaxed and relieved.

finally evaded the pursuit and retreated.

He even had the leisure to change into a comfortable position, and as a result, dozens of shocking wounds were torn and blood flowed even more.

He stretched out his hand to pick a green fruit in the grass bushes, this fruit is called Jiuling alcohol, it is not a good thing, but it is very sweet and delicious, and Zhao Yizhu usually loves to eat it.

Put it in my mouth, tasted it, it was not ripe, there was a hint of bitterness in the sweet and sour, I chewed it gently for a while, and swallowed it.

It's not tasty.

The drizzle was dripping on his face, and he couldn't open his eyes.

An indescribable loneliness and emptiness poured into my heart, and my mind was full of the woman who was born not like the beauty that the mortal world should have, quiet and gentle, not fighting or grabbing, neither humble nor arrogant, and occasionally a little temperamental.

Zhao Yizhu.

When I was there, I didn't feel anything, but when it was gone, I realized that there was something missing in my heart......

What is it?

There is no place in the world! There is no longer a person in the world who will wait silently no matter where he goes.

Even if you break through the Void Element, what can you do? Lonely and drifting, no longer to rely on.

He actually doesn't have much talent, at least he doesn't have the amazing talent that the disciples of the Eighteen Sects think, and he doesn't have the qualifications of the Great Emperor that the master and brothers of Ling Jian Peak think, and he doesn't even know what the hell the Great Emperor is.

So his nose will also be sour.

Then, he saw a very handsome dog face poking into the grass, holding a crystal clear jade flute in his mouth, and a pair of dog eyes with a little worry.

Little Yellow.

Xin Zhuo sighed and pillowed his hands: "You must not have seen my cowardice!"

"Smack!"

Xiao Huang spit out the jade flute in his mouth and shook his tail a few times.

Xin Zhuo's pupils contracted, and he grabbed the jade flute and gently swayed it......

Zhao Yizhu's jade flute.

It was the only thing she had left for herself.

He touched the jade flute for a long time, put it in his mouth and blew it, he was too good at blowing, and only made a whining hiss, which was very difficult to hear.

The little yellow dog's mouth twitched, and he stretched out his paw and pointed at his wound.

"It doesn't matter much, it's almost the same for ten days and half a month, no matter how serious the injury is, I'll take a break, think about where we should go?"

He carefully put the jade flute into his close-fitting rags, continued to pillow with his hands, and closed his eyes.

Xiao Huang "whimpered" twice and lay aside.

"Galeng ......"

In the distance, there was the sound of the wheels of a carriage crushing the mud, and the roar and neighing of horses and the sound of grooms.

Someone must have passed by, but Xin Zhuo didn't bother to open his eyes.

"Crunch—"

After a while, the car suddenly stopped next to it, and a delicate girl's voice sounded: "Second Miss, Commander Huang, there is a young man who is about to die."

Another man's gloomy voice: "The world is not peaceful, martial arts masters do not distinguish between good and evil, often fighting, there are starving bones on the road, it is also a common thing, Ling'er, why should you pay attention?"

"But ......" the delicate girl's voice said, "He is not dead, he is still very young, and his dog is so spiritual, and he has been guarding him, so touching."

"Squeak!"

The window latticework of the carriage was pushed open, and a soft voice from the royal sister said, "Take him and the little yellow dog with you."

"Second Miss!"

The man's gloomy voice said: "Mrs. Shu has already explained, don't meddle on the road, although my Xichuan Changle clan is a martial arts family for thousands of years, but if today's masters are like clouds, all forces are intertwined and corrected, once the enemy is provoked, the head of the family will ......"

The royal sister said coldly: "He doesn't have the breath of a martial artist, he must be a mortal person, and what enemies can he provoke, bring it!"

The delicate girl's voice giggled: "Second Miss is kind...... Ah, this boy is so good-looking. ”

The window lattice shelf was lowered, and the royal sister said coldly: "I pity that dog, and dogs are more loyal than people."

In the grass, Xiao Huang shook his mouth twice, carefully covering the biggest wound for his master, and then a wicked smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

(End of chapter)