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This deep, long ravine is several kilometers long.

The dark bottom smells of fish.

The sound came out of the huge ravine, stimulating Lingzhi's eardrums.

"Since you're here, don't think about leaving, this is where your body is buried."

Boom, the sunny day that had just been shining brightly was instantly covered with dark clouds.

There were several electric rays of light swirling in the clouds.

Everywhere you look, there is darkness.

All kinds of buildings disappeared in an instant.

The Zhize Sword held in Lingzhi's hand gradually glowed with blue fluorescence.

Glowing like fireflies in the darkness.

Lingzhi walked lightly from Zhize Sword Mountain to the side of the ravine and stood still, and leaned to look at the bright colors in the darkness below.

"Locked down for thousands of years, without a single shock, are you already dead?"

"Or rather, on the day it was locked, it was already dead."

"Boom."

"Nonsense, how can we die! How can we be hurt by mortals like you! ”

The voice below was visibly furious, as a bolt of lightning fell from mid-air and landed at Lingzhi's feet.

Lingzhi glanced at the stone split, and sneered contemptuously.

"It's not dead, a total of seven dragons were locked back then, what about your other brothers? Isn't it that you have been too lonely for thousands of years below to swallow them? ”

"Or, dead that you can't even find the scum?"

Lingzhi's tone was very bad, and the dragon below listened to it with anger, and frantically dug ore pits in the ground.

Although Lingzhi was a little weak at this time, it was still very easy to escape from this crack.

The dragon in the ground was trembling with anger and grinding its teeth.

"I want you dead!"

"Yo, the brain is angry? I'm right. ”

Lingzhi crouched next to the new pit, looking mockingly at the few bright patches of light in the darkness below.

"Then let me guess again if you betrayed or they betrayed."

"With what I know about a certain bastard, it should be you, and then your partner will change his mind, right?"

"I want you dead!"

The dragon violently broke free from its chains underground.

The fishy smell in the air grew louder and stronger, and the top of the lock dragon well cracked inch by inch, and the iron chains stirred in the well water.

After a while, the well water turned red.

Lingzhi's eyes swept away, holding the Zhize sword in his hand, and poked it violently in the middle of the lock dragon well.

With the remnants of the power of the Heavenly Dao on the Zhize Sword, it rushed into the muddy well water like a bamboo.

Lingzhi sat at the mouth of the well and waited, a cold smile on the corner of his lips.

The blue light spread at the bottom of the well, and the dragon's screams were instantly endless.

Lingzhi sat on the edge of the ravine swinging her legs, dressed in a white feather coat, she was very different from her previous appearance, and even her eyes were no longer clear.

White Mountain.

The incense of the mountain temple is increasing day by day.

Akabane has been gone for a long time.

In addition to running Ganoderma lucidum every day, Bai Yan has to come back to keep accounts, there is no way.

You can only find one of the foxes who have not yet transformed from the juniors, throw him on the case, and learn to write and keep accounts.

Inside the temple of the mountain god.

The majestic statue of Bai Ze shone with golden light, and a pair of white soap boots fell on the golden floor tiles.

Bai Ze stood in the center of the hall with his hands behind his back, looking at the moonlight outside and walking out.

The little fox lying on the desk was drooling, dreaming sweet dreams, and the saliva washed the crooked handwriting on the booklet into a blur.

She subconsciously wiped the booklet, but she couldn't see anything.

The little fox subconsciously opened his eyes, looked around weakly, tore the page from the root of the booklet, and then fell asleep on the desk with peace of mind.

Bai Ze stood behind the temple, looked at the quiet Tiantan, and then took a step.

The white clothes are fluttering, and it is particularly obvious in this green woods.

The moon in the sky was obscured by dark clouds, revealing only a faint moonlight, sprinkling silver ash on a pitch-black land.

Lingzhi sat on the edge of the lock dragon well, and looked at Liu Huihui, who had no intelligence in front of him and was just a killing machine, and his heart was sour.

She could have lived a good life, but the magic dragon took a fancy to her identity.

Similar to others but different.

Liu Huihui herself is the daughter of pure yin, and she has the same thing as Qin Chu.

The dragon in her world focuses on the misfortunes of this world.

Those disasters can be said to be man-made.

Lingzhi doesn't believe it's all a coincidence.

The Demon Dragon will know that there is a bullied transfer student in the college who happens to be the daughter of pure yin.

When everything is too coincidental, then all of this is not a coincidence.

There are so many coincidences in the world, but they are all done by some people.

Liu Huihui's eyes were like beads of ink, black and hollow, and she couldn't see any look or her own emotions at all.

The ground had long since stopped shaking, and the water in the Well had become muddy.

The fishy smell lingered in a radius of ten miles, lingering for a long time.

Jiaolong, for the current Lingzhi, the problem is not as big as the girl in front of him.

She is Liu Dashuai's daughter.

Suppose you can.

She wanted to save her.

Can't be human though.

But becoming a ghost cultivator who is not much different from Qin Chu, after she leaves, she can be regarded as having a clear conscience.

The world has died so many people because of her, because of her childishness and incompetence.

If she could, she really wanted it all over again.

It's like you've never set foot in this world.

Bai Ze will always be the mountain god who guards the world from above.

The Heavenly Dao will not be damaged because of this, and the speed of fragmentation will be accelerated.

Lingzhi pursed her lips and frowned as she looked at the girl trapped in the formation.

The resentment and hatred are so strong that they have burned all their sanity.

Lingzhi thought for a moment, took out his mobile phone from his pocket and dialed it.

Liu Dashuai returned to his original position and lived a life that was almost the same as before.

It's just that the daughter who has been with him has completely disappeared into the world.

Not only did he not see the corpse for the last time, but he didn't even know where they had taken the corpse.

When Lao Liu told him about the situation, a man in his fifties had red eyes for the first time.

He never imagined that his child would one day be bullied.

He turned day and night upside down outside every day, in order to let Huihui have a good rest and study hard, he specially arranged her in a college.

But in the end, he became an accomplice of those rabbit cubs.

In recent days, those children have been dying in a series of tragic deaths, in different ways and as if they were man-made.

Liu Dashuai was ordered to rest at home and became the first suspect.

He looked at his daughter's photos over and over again at home, and his eyes were red.

"Why don't you tell Daddy, Huihui."

When Lingzhi called, he was filling bottles of wine.

In a cramped and dilapidated apartment, except for him, there are walls full of awards.

Liu Huihui's photo was tightly drilled into the palm of his hand.

What if, what if.

How nice it would be if he was just an ordinary father.