Chapter 47: Welcome to the Canglan Realm of the Tertiary Hospital

After Ning He and the others entered the tower, Lu Duhuan on the other side had already changed from lying flat to ...... Lying on your side.

Breathing slowed, and the heaving of his chest was long.

She's asleep!

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There were a few scrambled footsteps in the tower, and she opened her eyes suddenly.

Harmful, sad.

She scratched her head a little sadly, it wasn't that she wanted to sleep, the main thing was that her body had its own thoughts.

She stood up and moved her body, and suddenly found that the gravity of the stone tower was much smaller.

“?”

What's going on?

She just closed her eyes, but after a moment, the question switched from hard mode to easy mode?

A thought flashed in her heart, could it be that Shao Mo is here?

This stone tower belongs to his inheritance, so this is equivalent to the owner going home, and the resistance suddenly becomes smaller?

That's too different, isn't it?

Tsk, four streets in the southeast, northwest and northwest, whoever is the male protagonist is the father; first wear socks and then shoes, and would rather be a grandson than a grandfather.

This is the way of survival of cannon fodder.

Her face was paralyzed, she didn't know the way back, but one day she had to eradicate the tower.

Of course, she has to wait until her cultivation arrives...... Forehead...... Let's talk about it in a vegetative state.

When she enters the vegetative cultivation in one fell swoop, that will be the time for her to explode this broken tower.

According to her understanding of the hierarchical division of cultivation in the cultivation realm, it is probably a book "On How to Divide Grades in the Canglan Realm of Large Tertiary Hospitals".

After all, this is completely equal-

Jiedanjing - a stone patient

Yuan Yingjing - obstetric patients

Distraction - psychiatric patients

Out-of-body realm - vegetative patients

The Qi refining period and the foundation building period have no right to speak, and they are only worthy of registering in the outpatient department.

Only the stone patients in the Jiedan realm can have the right to speak in this tertiary hospital.

Lu Duhuan: Perfect .jpg

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I didn't want to do anything more back then, so I didn't stop my mouth in front of Qingxiao's master, so I said it casually, and after I understood the meaning for him, he was chased by him and her dog than Shizun to have a mixed doubles.

Harm, the hero does not mention the complexity of the year, and the society is difficult to mix and cherish the present.

The resistance in the tower suddenly became so small, and the aura became thicker and thicker, she was really a little unaccustomed to it, a pair of wonderful eyes turned around in this tower, and her heart was shocked, but after half a while, the appearance of this tower has changed greatly.

It turned out that the autobiographical mural of the ancient sword cultivator on the stone wall that could be seen at a glance can no longer be found, and instead there is a sharp and peerless sword intent, full of essence, rolling clouds, piercing and scraping skin, this domineering sword intent filled with a piercing cold atmosphere, made Lu Duhuan stunned, and secretly thought: "This sword intent is full of sharp energy, should it be said that it is worthy of the male protagonist?"

In addition to the stone wall, the other places in the tower change is even greater, the surrounding is full of brilliant mandala flowers like fireworks, the yin wind blows, the pieces are swaying, reflected in the clear and bright water color, the river occasionally jumps up a golden carp, splashes the colorful water droplets, the eyes are all the golden pavilion jade que, the white mist and auspicious clouds are swirling, it seems to have a very fairy spirit, but it is a dead silence that envelops it, there is no breath of life, a group of emptiness.

This is very dung, is this in the cos Lethe River?

After the Ten Palaces of Yama and the Four Directions of Hell, did you agree, brother?!

Lu Duhuan walked around in this greatly changed tower unhurriedly, took out the communication jade slip from the storage bag, and wondered if he could contact Shao Mo and Ning He, when even if he tried to play an aura on the communication jade slip, the aura quickly dissipated in the jade slip.

Tsk, obviously even if the resistance becomes smaller, the message can't be sent, is it really an independent space?

Besides, Shao Mo and the others on the other side were walking along the mandalas on both sides of the tower.

Ning He was a little incredulous about the scene inside this tower, and stroked his chin with his hand, but he didn't expect that the outside of this stone tower looked quite earthy, but the inside was still quite distinctive, look at how swaying this mandala flower dance, look at how clear the water of the Lethe River is so clear, and the gusts of wind that hit them, blowing his hairstyle messy. What a fairy style, although it is more like the Yama Hall in the novel he used to read, but Yama is also an immortal.

It's cool, Xianxia dramas in the 21st century need this kind of shooting place, and say goodbye to cutouts and five-mao special effects.

He looked at the paralysis of his face without any waves on the surface, and his heart was very in line with the psychology of the flower family traveling abroad, and he couldn't help but comment on the new environment as soon as he arrived in the new environment, and even wanted to take a photo and send it to the circle of friends: Ning Shuai guy .jpg visit here

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Several people did not understand the situation inside the stone tower, and they all carefully crossed the clusters of mandal flowers, and even avoided touching the hem of their clothes.

Shao Mo was dressed in a black robe that had not changed for thousands of years, and his face was as cold as ice, as if there was nothing in the world worthy of his emotion, but after a closer look, he could find that his expression at this time was rarely in a trance, looking at the mandalas on both sides in a daze, his brows furrowed, as if he had encountered some difficult to solve Olympiad problems.

Without waiting for him to think about it, countless sharp sword qi burst out and killed Shao Mo fiercely.

Ning He and the others were suddenly startled, and hurriedly called, "Shao Mo, be careful!"

"Shao Daoyou, be careful!"

"Shao Daoyou, be careful!!"

Shao Mo was not afraid at all, a frost shield appeared on his body, and the long sword in his hand was raised, and a silent and cold sword qi instantly turned into a scattered sword rainbow, colliding with several sword machines that attacked him, crisscrossing and colliding fiercely in mid-air, making a piercing sword sound.

Immediately, the scattered sword light disappeared into his body in a blink of an eye, and he seemed to be surrounded by a blank and boundless spread, not feeling the slightest fluctuation of qi or aura, and that feeling of blankness and loneliness seemed to have spread to his heart.

"In my life, when I first followed the Tao, it was more flat than rugged, but there was thunder in a silent place, and after more than ten years it was abolished; I will treat it calmly after more than ten years; I will treat it calmly; all my enemies will be cut down, and my kindness will be repaid." I want to fight with a sword. I have spent my life loyal to the sword, the sword pointed, the heart of the direction, only sincere to the sword, honest to the way, a thought without regrets, in order to prove the surging view of the sword. Only the one who has the sword will never be destroyed, and there will be no fear, no regrets. Thou, can you understand?"

The thunderous interrogation swept in Shao Mo's mind, his consciousness shook and dizzy, and countless sword intents poured into the sea of knowledge, the sword light was awe-inspiring, the sword qi turned into shape, and the sword intent burst out, which suddenly made him have a splitting headache, he could barely stand, and he almost fell to the ground in pain, he had to tighten the strength in his hand, and he could only stand up with the sword on the ground.

As if he felt something, he raised his cold and hard eyes, passed through the clouds and mist turned by layers of sword qi, and looked straight at a vague figure in front of him.

One step away, but it is the realm of life and death.