The grinding of teeth and the low roar became louder and louder, and Ou Fei looked at Dan Yuzi, the corners of his mouth slightly hooked, and he muttered softly, as if he was talking to himself.

"The eldest lady didn't keep him, it's always a problem for that rabbit cub to stay, and we have to find a way to kill him. ”

"Do you want me to find a way to poison him?"

"Poisoned? Xue Qingrou what are you going to do to poison him? It's better to ask the stinger to find a way to kill him, the gentle township hero mound, young and vigorous, I don't believe he won't be fooled!"

"Leave this matter to me, I'll find a way to kill Xue Qingrou first, and you search for Yao Yin as soon as possible!"

Unable to bear it, Qian Lingzi stood up straight with his hands on the stone table, paused for a moment and hurriedly stepped into the teleportation array.

The bright burst of light pierced the darkness, and the brilliance was gradually swallowed up by the darkness, Ou Que stretched out listlessly, perceiving the formation in the secret room, and cautiously asked Dan Yuzi.

"He didn't notice it, did he? There is only one chance, and we can only succeed and not fail. ”

"Of course, my poison is invisible, colorless, tasteless, and incomprehensible!" Dan Yuzi leaned back proudly on the back of the chair, a smug sneer on the corner of his mouth, and he was very confident that his poison was no less than the sword cultivator who believed in the sword in his hand.

There are no absolute enemies in the world, only absolute interests.

He and Ou Que were very worried that Qianlingzi was hiding all the birds, and in order to survive, they had to let Qianyuzi die!

The teleportation array's brilliant points of light illuminated the dark space, and thousands of obsidian tombstones lined the empty mountainside, as far as the eye could see, carved with the names of all the dead in the sword lineage.

Qian Lingzi curled up outside the tombstone group, wailing and rolling, and the strip of cloth covering her eyes slipped off unexpectedly, revealing a pair of scarlet ghost eyes!

The gray and dead cold ghost qi instantly filled the entire mountain belly, the healthy skin turned pale, the qi and blood around the body quickly withered, and the sound of a hundred ghosts crying and injustice echoed in the mountain belly.

The ghost cry did not go away for a long time, but the ghost qi in the belly of the mountain gradually thinned.

Qian Lingzi knelt weakly in front of the tombstone, kowtowed frantically, his skin was full of return to his normal appearance, his twisted facial features slowly spread out, and the overhaul of a three-flower realm only had the strength to speak.

"The erosion of ghost qi is getting worse and worse, and it seems that we have to find a new shell as soon as possible......"

Under the stars and moon, the mountains and fields are vast, and Qi Tianxiang is lazily lying on the head of the boat, playing with the moonlight, kicking the light clouds, and perceiving the confrontation under the clouds.

Fragments of starlight dotted Luoyang's white clothes, and the Sauvignon Blanc could not continue to stop in mid-air after advancing another inch.

Luoyang's hand holding the sword trembled very much, and his face was pale and terrifying.

The young patriarch's eyes were full of pride, and he dispersed the Dao realm, pressed the Sauvignon Blanc back into the scabbard, and raised his hand to rub Luoyang's short hair.

"Sleep, sleep, it's night, it's time to rest. ”

The words followed, and Luoyang fell into the grass after the words fell, and fell asleep quietly with Sauvignon Blanc in his arms, comfortable and sweet.

Qi Tianxiang picked up the pu fan on his side, waved it gently, and said, "Where does that power come from?"

"I'm not a master, how can I know everything?"

"You call yourself Sword Ancestor, why don't you know?"

"I don't know, I don't know, but one thing I'm sure of. The young patriarch's voice paused, and the next moment suddenly appeared at the head of the boat, looking directly into Qi Tianxiang's eyes, and his voice was firm, "You're going to die, right?"

After a pause, Qi Tianxiang looked up at the young patriarch and nodded with a wry smile.

The Jade Emperor is in charge of the heavenly realm, and there are countless elixirs, which can leave no dark diseases.

He can't Qi Tianxiang, it accumulates a lot, and the small problems accumulated again and again are enough to kill him.

Perhaps, the next time he doesn't talk about the sword is his death date, fortunately he will not be defeated, and this last peaceful millennium is the only thing he can leave to the world.

"I knew this was the case, why bother at the beginning, why didn't I learn the Great Withering Glory Wheel Evergreen Sword Dao?"

The young patriarch sat down cross-legged, looked at the pulse and percussion, and deliberated on the way to save his life.

"In the past, I disliked its slow cultivation and didn't want to cultivate, but now I don't think it's slow to cultivate but I don't dare to cultivate it, the gap between me and the Jade Emperor lies in the awareness of death. ”

"The Dragon City has sunk, the flying general is lurking, the ten sons are Jackie Chan, and the Jade Emperor is afraid that he will destroy the Heavenly Palace, so he does not dare to die. ”

"I'm different, my skills have been passed out, I'm alone, I'm hated when I'm alive, and maybe I'm more happy when I'm dead. ”

The young patriarch rolled his eyes angrily, thought about it again, and said, "Although I don't only have the origin of that sword, I can be sure that it has the power of the Heavenly Dao and has the ability to destroy the world!"

"Hehe, it's worthy of being my apprentice, but it's a pity that I won't live to that time, and I can't see his breezy appearance......"

Qi Tianxiang looked at the young man in the wilderness, with a bitter smile, relieved but helpless.

If the world wants peace on the surface, someone has to go and discuss the sword with the Jade Emperor, the top of the road looks down on the common people, if he doesn't go, who can go?

"To be honest, I don't have absolute certainty, if I really can't control it, I can only kill him for the sake of the common people. ”

"Then kill him, he is not afraid of death, let alone death for the common people. ”

Qi Tianxiang's voice was a little hoarse, and he gulped down his drink, using the wine to suppress the irritability and agitated sword intent in his heart.

Is the sword out of the sky a fart?

Is it useful to feather and ascend to the immortal?

He can save the people in the world, but he can never save his beloved relatives and friends, he can't save Kunlun Xianmen, if he can make a sword, who in the Six Realms dares to move Kunlun Xianmen?

It's a pity that he can't, as long as he wants to win the Jade Emperor, he can only stay out of the matter, even if Kunlun perishes, he can only watch.

The sorrow of the little disciple was written on his face, and the young patriarch fell silent one after another, full of dark illnesses, sword qi penetrated into the bones, and divine power eroded the internal organs...... It's a complete miracle to be alive.

At that moment, the young patriarch suddenly didn't want to save this little disciple who had tasted his own bitter fruit and showed himself unruly.

The first half of his life was an immortal gate, and the second half of his life was a human world, he never lived for himself, maybe he was right, he really should rest and rest.

"Don't show that expression, you have a living legend in front of you!"

Qi Tianxiang put down the wine gourd, looking high-spirited, for him, sorrow is enough to know that it is not enough for outsiders.

The young patriarch glared at Qi Tianxiang deadly, turned around and disappeared into the boat.

Originally, he still wanted to take the wine gourd of Qi Tianxiang, and he also wanted to destroy the full cabin of spirits, but he couldn't do it.

Drinking alcohol is indeed bad for the body, but it hurts so much, what can this fool do if he doesn't drink?

The night was not young, the wind was steep, the young patriarch carried Luoyang silently, and did not take a few steps, and the fragrance of flowers sent Qi Tianxiang's entrustment.

"Don't wake him up! It's been seven years, and it's the first time he's slept. Also, try to keep him alive, don't let him go my old way, a tragedy like mine, one is enough......"

The young patriarch didn't answer, didn't stop, and strode towards Kunlun Mountain, not daring to stop, for fear of tears.

"Uncle Kunlun" is a crown of glory, after being crowned, he can't bow his head, can't retreat, stand proudly when his bones are broken, and he must move forward bravely after drinking blood and swallowing teeth.

Qi Tian Sword Immortal is a hero, and he can't outline the tragedy of loneliness with all the pen and ink in the world, and Uncle Kunlun shouldn't be like him.

Such a tragedy, one is enough!