"Chirp ......"

The bird spread its wings and returned into the forest, and the day was coming to an end, and the night was coming.

One day, in that pool, the water was churning like boiling water, Murong Jiu sat cross-legged at the bottom of the pool, always running the exercises to absorb the essence in the water to heal his wounds, his weakened body has been nourished by the essence of heaven and earth, and has now recovered a lot.

The stars and moon appeared in the night sky, and the night completely kicked off.

A bat the size of a foot swept over the waterhole, but was dragged into the waterhole by an unknown force, and its flesh and bones were devoured. A toad spirit passed near the waterhole, and it was also attacked by a strange force, and its body was pulled into the bottom of the pool.

Under the dark night of the sky, this waterhole surged out of cold demonic minions, devouring the spirits of the creatures that passed one by one, and was branded with the terrifying water dead pool among the other dark night creatures.

A fierce yin wind swept in the remnants of the branches and leaves...... A gopher stood on end with its hair erect and a pair of small eyes with a huge look of horror in it, and it swayed its body and stumbled into the dirt to escape.

Indeed, there was a surging aura hidden in this inverted wind, and the trees, flowers and plants in the place where the tornado passed had already withered and yellowed, obviously being robbed of life, and the birds and insects around them also sensed the cold crisis, and quickly hibernate and fell silent.

Five loud roars came out, and the surrounding fallen leaves were shattered, and they flew with the wind one after another, revealing five fierce ghosts among them.

There was a strong aura of death rolling outside the bodies of the five ghosts of the North Sea, and they had horns on their heads. Their faces are vicious, they are fierce by nature, bullies are on the side, and ten eyes that scatter dark green light are staring at the churning water, radiating the light of death.

As if sensing the tragic aura of the outside world, the boiling water of the entire waterhole rolled violently, and the five streams of water pierced through the water surface like five water snakes, fiercely hitting the five ghosts of the North Sea on the edge of the waterhole.

The five streams of water, but in the soft nature of the strong attack power of broken stones and broken gold, but for the five ghosts of the North Sea, who have a fierce name, there is no threat. The slap of the five ghost claws had easily dissipated the impact of the water that was coming against the air. The water was blown away, and thousands of droplets of water fell down.

But at such an hour, a figure quickly emerged from the boiling water, and he turned into a blood-red image and fled into the distance. The high-speed and extremely moving body caused the air to let out a sharp wind whistle.

"Chase!" The ten miserable green eyes of the five ghosts of the North Sea stared at the blood-colored figure that fled in embarrassment. They are wrapped in a rising wind. They chased after them like five old demons of the Black Mountain.

One, two, three...... Nine breaths, ten breaths, in the passage of time, gradually return to a calm pool. The tumbling water is also calming down, and a crescent moon is reflected in the gently waving water with a cold glow.

Burst...... Suddenly, the secluded pool water was turbulent, and Murong Jiu came out of the water, his agile body like a sensitive ape in the water. Slightly discerning the direction, he was about to skip away, but suddenly, his pupils contracted sharply, because at some point, a young woman in purple stood in front of him—she looked like a ghost, more like a ghost in the silent hazy moonlight of the dark night.

"What a clever golden cicada shedding its shell, what's your name?" Long Zijing said as she looked at the white-haired Murong Jiu, a smile appeared on her handsome face.

"Murong Jiu. ”

Murong Jiu's heart jumped, and the woman in front of him approached him silently, and she was definitely not an idle person. He didn't have time to pay attention to her, so he turned around and swept away quickly, from his previous induction of the five ghosts of the North Sea, he knew that the five ghosts of the Dao Dao definitely possessed terrifying combat power, so he had no choice but to retreat and flee because of his own dark illness.

"Murong Jiu?" Long Zijing looked at the back of Murong Jiu who fled in panic, her seductive red lips curled slightly, revealing a mysterious smile; she glanced in the direction of the five ghosts of the Beihai who were chasing a bloody coat, her eyes danced with an inexplicable light, she turned her body and silently chased after Murong Jiu.

A hundred miles away from the waterhole on that side, a thousand-year-old pine tree is slowly losing its life essence in the dim night sky, and the verdant leaves of the tree are withering before yellowing, falling from the branches; the vigorous and upright ancient pine trunk seems to have entered its twilight years, and the bark of the tree has cracked and fallen off.

On weekdays, this thousand-year-old tree, which covers the sky and the sun and stubbornly resists the severe cold and heat, has entered the countdown to the death of life in this cold night.

Murong Jiu's palms rested on Honka's torso, and the exercises running in his body continuously extracted the life essence of the trees, nourished his broken viscera organs, and filled his own missing life essence qi.

The ingestion of a lot of life essence and blood caused Murong Jiu to lose too much vitality, so that his body vitality was on the verge of aging, and the fight in the Cangzhou City Inn made him completely understand his own crisis.

The corners of Murong Jiu's mouth moved slightly, and he pulled out a wry smile, it was sad that he was almost destroyed by the ingestion of his own life essence and blood, but he was not a pity. Whether it is to send the essence blood of life to Qiankun Jiuding, or to Xue'er and Yue'er, who receive the inheritance in the land of glaciers, he has an emotional obsession that must be done, and he has no regrets about it.

Feeling the two warm Mu Essence Yuan energies, flowing into his body like two clear springs, the cells in his body seemed to have recovered from his slumber, but Murong Jiu did not show some excitement, on the contrary, his eyes flashed with absolute light.

The spiritual realm, this is the complex cultivation world of the symbiosis of all things, survival of the fittest, survival of the fittest, this is the living space of the strong, and naturally it is also the space of gods and demons that give birth to the strong and the fallen strong. If you want to grow up a strong person here, the most basic condition is how to survive safely, and which of the real strong people in this world is not stepping on thousands of corpses and bones to reach the peak and look at the world?

The thoughts in his heart were surging and fluctuating, and a flash of inspiration flashed in Murong Jiu's spirit, and he suddenly thought of the mysterious fortune teller he met in Cangzhou City-"If the Yin Hall is dark, there will be a disaster of blood and light." He couldn't help laughing at himself in his heart, such a good fortune teller. Maybe he's one of the world's strangers in the game.

Suddenly, Murong Jiu's eyebrows jumped, and he saw a purple figure flying in an instant, crashing into the torso of the ancient tree in front of him.

A look of surprise flashed in Murong Jiu's eyes, and he suddenly felt two trembling forces coming from the trunk of the tree, slamming his body back.

In the process of flipping his body, Murong Jiu quickly stopped his body, and although the power that came out of the ancient tree was strong, it did not have too strong attack power. There was no damage to his body. He looked at the purple-clothed girl leaning against the trunk of the tree with a little suspicion. Long Zijing's face showed a look that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, making it difficult for him to decide whether he was friend or foe.

"Who are you, why are you tracking me?" Murong Jiu's whole body was on guard, and the superb light-weight technique of the purple-clothed girl in front of him. It has been shown that her origin is extraordinary.

"Long Zijing. Toth is here to hunt you down. Long Zijing saw Murong Jiu with a stern expression. She smiled leisurely and said lightly.

Murong Jiu's mind was racing, and he instantly thought of the assassination of the Cangzhou Inn and the pursuit of the five powerful ghosts. There was also the purple-clothed girl in front of him, first besieged and killed, and then chased and killed, he sighed in his heart, maybe he had inadvertently provoked a huge force organization, but he completely forgot about the voyeurism incident.

"What is the relationship between you and the young master of the Long family, and why are you chasing and killing me?" Murong Jiu didn't feel how fierce the murderous aura was on Long Zijing's body, although he was puzzled, but he wanted to know where he was recruiting people to chase and kill wave after wave.

"Young Master of the Long Family...... a hint of teasing smile appeared on Long Zijing's face, and said, "That's my brother, as for the reason for chasing you, it is naturally that you saw something that you shouldn't see." ”

It had been two months since Murong Jiu entered the spirit realm, and he really couldn't determine what he shouldn't see, but judging from the expression of the woman in front of him, he vaguely felt that maybe Long Zijing didn't just come to hunt down him.

"The five ghosts of the North Sea, brutal by nature, extremely strong in combat, meet them in your current state, and the end will inevitably be death or life. Long Zijing glanced at Murong Jiu's long hair, her eyes swept over his cheeks, she seemed to have insight into his physical condition, and said.

"What do you want Long Zijing to do?" Long Zijing's words revealed that she had another purpose this time, and Murong Jiu immediately asked.

"Help you fight off the five ghosts, but if you don't appreciate it, then I'll kill you. "It's midnight in the middle of the moon, Long Zijing lightly opened his lips and said slowly.

Murong Jiu's heart tightened, and the word "appreciation" spat out by Long Zijing suddenly made him understand the scheming of the woman in front of him, and he also understood that such a woman would inevitably be a ruthless person.

"What do you say?" Murong Jiu said.

"The spiritual realm is not only the realm of ghosts and spirits, but also the realm of gods and demons, here, the root of everything is strength, even between father and son, mother and daughter, master and apprentice, it is not uncommon to see hidden conspiracies, so the strength is still in your own hands. Murong Jiu, do you understand?"

At this moment, Long Zijing no longer seems to be a young girl in purple who does not care about the world, but more like a conspirator who looks up to the stars and the moon and has feelings, and her body seems to be covered with a deep black light.

"Understood, but for what?" the pupils in Murong Jiu's eyes contracted, and he continued to ask quietly.

"A hundred soldiers, how can they resist one general. Long Zijing stared at Murong Jiu's eyes, her eyes did not hide the look of appreciation in them, and chuckled.

Murong Jiu's heart flickered, he was chased and killed like a lost dog, could he be the one who was a general who blocked a hundred with one block?

"Isn't it?" Long Zijing looked at Murong Jiu with a smile and asked rhetorically.

"Perhaps. Long Zijing's calm speech and demeanor made Murong Jiu instantly understand that the mysterious woman in front of him was by no means a mediocre person, and her danger was definitely no less than that of the fierce Beihai Five Ghosts, and said, "I don't know how you explain to the young master of the Long family?"

"Confession?"

Long Zijing's eyes flashed two essences, her right arm swayed, and her slender right finger carved the words "Success and Defeat" on the ancient tree like a silver hook, its handwriting was beautiful, but it also revealed a kind of resolute decisiveness, and the crumbs of the ancient tree were sprinkled like residual snow.

Murong Jiu stared coldly at the outlined "Becoming a King and Defeating a Kou", a nameless fire suddenly arose in his heart, the cultivation world is a place for cultivators to compete for power, warlocks stimulate the potential of the body in the process of sharpening and cultivating, break through the shackles of the body, and make the ancient Chinese martial arts flourish and inherit. However, it is inevitable that there will be fights in the rivers and lakes, even affecting the family and close relatives - the ancient martial arts atmosphere is worrying.

"Murong Jiu, you are a smart person, how can such a question not be clear in your chest?" Long Zijing's palm flicked, and the handwriting of "Becoming a King and Defeating a Kou" that hid some code words was cut off alive, leaving no trace.

"Then I don't know what kind of extraordinary ability you Long Zijing has, being able to control the generals in the world?"

A cold light suddenly shot out of Murong Jiu's eyes, his body rubbed forward quickly, and a series of clear afterimages were pulled out behind him, he shouted, and his right palm slapped Long Zijing's chest fiercely.

For Murong Jiu's sudden attack, Long Zijing did not panic, she had a conceited smile on her face, she waved her slender hand to meet Murong Jiu's palm; her movements were handsome and gentle, but her right hand contained not weak True Yuan strength, but she did not send it; she was confident, she only needed this blow, and Murong Jiu, who had a dark illness, would definitely have no strength to fight.

Time and space seem to be disordered at this moment, and time is slowly stretched...... Murong Jiu slapped his hands like a ferocious beast without mercy, while Long Zijing on the opposite side was smiling, like a pretty woman who tamed a beast, she was full of skill and confidence.

A man's right hand and a woman's right hand, the man's right hand is bronze and strong, the woman's right hand is pale and soft, and the palms of the two hands are trying to break through the time limit, like a comet hitting the earth.

One foot, seven inches, three inches...... One inch, the two palms intersected, and the confident Long Zijing suddenly changed color, and her eyes flashed with different complex colors.

Time and space have calmed down, and time has returned to its normal state of elapse...... Long Zijing looked surprised, and a violent wind suddenly blew across her body and cheeks, and Murong Jiu, who she expected to be knocked back and flown by her own blow, had already disappeared in front of her eyes.

Long hair and skirt hunted in the wind, and Long Zijing raised his head to look into the distance...... Murong Jiu's weak blow was actually a hidden strategy for retreating, which made the conceited Long Zijing's mood fluctuate violently, her complexion turned from blue to black, from black to white, and the aura outside her body was also in an unstable and restless ...... However, in the next moment, she suddenly smiled, and her eyes showed a look of approval.

"It's slippery. ”

Slightly arranging her hair, Long Zijing stared into the distance, she took a void step, and silently pursued the past. (To be continued......)