The crisis of death not only subsided, but also turned into a help, so that he could even act.

He can really leave this city now, and within twenty days, he will be able to recover the eight lives, and then return to the Xuanmen, and then in another twenty days, he will be able to reach the third order of the Xuanmen.

And the feeling of resonating with heaven and earth when he stepped into the heavenly tower has long been in his heart, and on the night he ascended to the top of the Xuanmen, he could ascend to the heavenly tower.

In the past eighteen years, he has already cleared the obstacles between each realm.

Because he was already standing on top of these realms, his body and soul were incomparably familiar with them.

With this promotion, his body will have a process of adaptation and even slowly repair. The Sky Tower he has achieved is also very stable, and after entering the Sky Tower, he can slowly find a way to repair his injuries. This is a plan that has been conceived countless times in my mind over the past 18 years.

It was as if the prayer just now had been answered, and God had really given him another chance.

But.

Yue Muzhou slowly fiddled with this body that had just been supported by true qi and was not yet very adaptable.

He has another not-so-clever option.

That is, now, immediately, immediately, on the spot, in the time of a cup of tea, to ascend to the heavenly tower.

Eighteen years of suffering will be burned, and after a day, or ten hours, he will fall from the realm of the heavenly tower, and whether he can survive or not is two words.

At this time.

The whole city was shrouded in darkness, blue fire descended from heaven, and the rain that smelled of danger fell to the ground faster than the fire.

Frost was coming from the city, and the thing stood at the top of everything, slaughtering everyone as efficiently as a nest of ants.

The atmosphere he had felt in the past few days was very low, and the voices of the people were full of restlessness, and even if the boy had never told him in detail, he could completely guess what a thrilling journey the boy had experienced in the past few days.

And he could only sit in the dark, listening to the panicked noise, feeling everyone's fragility and powerlessness.

And their own fragility and powerlessness.

He never asked anyone what it was, because there was nothing he could do about it, but to disturb the enemy.

It was just in his intuition that he felt like a mountain of things coming down, making everyone tremble and panic.

He really wanted to see what it was.

Yue Muzhou raised his head and looked at the sky, his face full of scars showed a hideous and somewhat apologetic smile: "I'm sorry, I lied to you just now." ”

I still am, I like to look for death.

He lowered his head, and a majestic momentum burst out from this old body, and the black-clothed hunting was like a flag.

From a dwarf to a gun.

Under the true qi of the body, the atrophied limbs were stretched, the back was straight, and the trembling hands gradually stabilized. But the missing flesh and blood could not be made up after all, so the old man looked taller and thinner.

The wind howled like a whirlpool, and the whirlpool of Xuan Qi swept into his body, and the newborn buds rose up one after another under such a violent catalysis, turning into small seedlings, into shrubs, and into towering trees.

And with the flourishing of the meridian tree, the speed at which he absorbed the Xuan Qi was also growing rapidly, and soon he stepped out, and the momentum of the whole person suddenly converged.

Entered the Xuanmen.

But he only took a breath of silence, and the Xuan Qi, which was several times more majestic than before, poured in frantically again, this time stirring up the wind and clouds in the small half of the city.

Step out, the second layer of jade steps.

One more step, the third jade step.

Then, Yue Muzhou stood still for about a dozen breaths, which was the longest interval he had paused so far.

He's recovering that promotion.

Eighteen years of precipitation, it would take months or even years to catch from others, and that little epiphany-like state of mind was already a tool for him to take and use.

He took a moment to take it out, and then, the whole person began to slowly move upwards.

At a certain time, in this space centered on the county office, the rain and fire were instantly emptied.

And it continued until the sticky dark clouds and frost-stained sky were pierced, revealing the original blue and sun.

……

Under the city walls.

Ming Qitian had already had some true qi left, and after Xing Yi put her under the eaves, he turned around and beckoned people to clear the street.

The skin on his cheeks felt a little corroded pain, it was the rain that had just fallen on it, Ming Qitian reached out and wiped it, and his fingers felt a little hard.

She used a trace of true qi to separate the small piece of flesh and cut it off.

For those who have true energy, the rain is not too threatening, first of all, they can separate the rain so that their clothes don't have to get wet.

And even if it falls on the skin, the infection of ambergris diluted to this concentration is not too violent, but for ordinary people, especially the elderly and children, it is still a deadly liquid.

But hiding in the house is only a temporary way to preserve, not to mention the frost that has spread rapidly and has spread over half of the city, only those frost ghosts that have been infected and mutated, and not two wooden doors can block it.

All the manpower has been put into culling these monsters, but new ones are constantly spawning, and it's hard to say which one is faster.

And on her own side......

Another "spy" pounced, and she ejected a sword aura that pierced its forehead.

This is the third one.

A hundred of them wouldn't be a threat to her, but Xing Yi had told her about the role of these things, and if one or two more came over, Xianjun would probably lock on to what he really wanted to destroy.

Ming Qitian looked at the figure at the head of the city and stood up.

She tore a hairband from her sleeve and held it in her mouth, brushed back her long loose hair with both hands, then took off the hairband and tied it, and sealed the piercing wound on her chest and abdomen with true qi.

Xianjun didn't pay much attention to her, but just this casual sword was enough to strip her of most of her combat power, and more importantly, Liuli was almost completely suppressed by him.

Ming Qitian held the sword in front of him, and looked down, the blue lines spreading on the clear sword body were like poison, and like some kind of evil blood.

The famous sword trembled slightly, as if it was emitting a low wail, and only the sword master could emit this pain.

Ming Qitian patted it gently: "Let's try again, okay?" ”

Heart-slashing glass shook the blade of the sword, and let out a deer-like roar.

Ming Qitian stretched out his hand and gently stroked the tip of the sword from the hilt: "Hold on a little longer, huh?" ”

Heart-splitting glass turned over with difficulty, revealing the other side of herself that was more infected.

“……”

Its spirituality was indeed very weak, and it had almost completely retreated to its deepest depths at this time. If it wants to launch the "Heart Slashing" again, it means that it will actively open its spiritual pervasive sword body, and in the process, it will inevitably touch the dark blue that clings to the sword like a soldering iron.

Ming Qitian lowered his eyebrows, revealing a pleading look, and said softly in a low voice: "Please." ”

Heartbreaker turned over sharply, was silent for two seconds, and slowly handed the hilt of the sword to her.

Ming Qitian smiled slightly, held the familiar hilt of the sword, lowered his head and walked down the city tower, without looking up at the figure.