Under the cover of Jiuyu, Ning Changjiu and Zhao Xiang'er originally thought that they could drag it until Madame Bai's divinity was exhausted and her body collapsed. And after Madame Bai died, Zhao Xiang'er used Jiuyu as a sword to directly cut through this crumbling world and let them leave first, so that the balance of the capital could be maintained from being destroyed, and then they would find a way to destroy this capital from the outside, so that the people who were still alive inside could see the light of day again.

But all this was ruined by a series of crazy behaviors after Madame Bai.

On the canopy, where there was not a trace of light, the flowing fire lit up.

It was the sword fire that she thought was a sword, and it was also the corpse fire that ignited on the white bone body.

On the bank of the Yellow Spring, the plain-clothed girl blindfolded her eyes with a black cloth, forcing herself not to look at the fire that fell from the sky, she covered her ears, she was very frightened, and couldn't help but shout a name in her mouth: "Han Fu." ”

That's the name of Black Impermanence.

The plain-clothed girl originally thought that it was just like a long broken bridge with him, and she could see each other sooner or later, but at this moment she didn't know that her father-in-law was gone, and the fear that the city would be destroyed in a moment crushed everything.

In the cracks of the stones by the Yellow Spring, countless flowers bloomed, the petals of which were very thin, only slightly thicker than a hair, and they were slightly curled, slender and fragile, and would break when the wind blew.

They are the flowers of the other side.

At this moment, the dead air of the city is condensed into their bewitching petals, and their existence is only for the funeral of the city, and the bloom and destruction are only moments of time.

It's like rain when clouds gather, and thunder when lightning strikes.

When that red flame light pierced the sky.

In this city, even the most old and weak old women knew that the city was about to fall.

They didn't even have time to perform any rituals, and the city would be destroyed in an instant.

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On the bed, Ning Xiaoling struggled to prop up her injured body, she also felt the breath of destruction of everything, she didn't even have time to put on her shoes, she ran out barefoot, she shouted Ning Changjiu's name, and ran towards the fierce place by relying on the vague connection of the same heart.

In the darkness, a hand grabbed her.

"Senior brother!" Ning Xiaoling exclaimed, and her body was dragged over.

Ning Changjiu saw him and breathed a sigh of relief, he turned his head to look at Zhao Xiang'er, and said in an eager voice: "Is it too late?"

The question was whether Zhao Xiang'er would have time to cut out a spatial crack and lead them out of the city that was about to be destroyed.

Zhao Xiang'er raised her head, but her eyes were extremely calm, she shook her head and said, "It's too late." ”

Ning Chang clenched his fists and nodded silently.

They all had a determination in their hearts.

The already oppressive darkness became more dignified at this moment, Zhao Xiang'er stroked the umbrella surface of the ancient umbrella with her fingers, and suddenly said: "When my mother gave me this umbrella, I told me that this umbrella is called Allure, and this sword is called Allure." ”

With that, she stepped out of the shadows of the nine feathers and beckoned to the sky.

Like a meteor, Madam Bai, who was dragging down the tail of a long flowing flame, turned around a little and swooped towards Zhao Xiang'er's location.

"This umbrella is called Allure. Zhao Xiang'er repeated it again.

Ning Changjiu understood what she meant.

That's what the lady expects from her.

Now that the city is about to fall, how can she be alone?

This is her city.

All Madame Bai's consciousness has been exhausted, and at this moment she can be a young girl, an old man in a chaise longue, or an old woman weaving lanterns, either way, she will eventually turn into a sword.

The intense death burned into the red lotus fire of hell, and the horror of death became an incomparable beauty.

She was now resembling a feathered serpent, her flaming body like a moth in flames.

Zhao Xiang'er opened the red umbrella, and all the spiritual power in her body pressed on the surface of the umbrella.

Ning Changjiu stretched out his hand and also held the handle of the umbrella, and Ning Xiaoling also stretched out his hands with scars and held them firmly.

They raised their umbrellas in the direction from which Madame Bai had turned their swords.

Bang!

It was like a great thunderclap exploding in this city, as if the gates of hell had been suddenly broken, and all the evil scenes in the world were revealed and destroyed with the scorching waves of fire.

The surrounding houses were all flattened in an instant in the huge shock wave, and the living or dead souls in the houses also disappeared in an instant.

In the center of the fire wave, the ground was sunken for several feet, and the red umbrella sank suddenly

Whether it was cold or blazing, the flames churned on the umbrella, and all the time seemed to slow down gradually.

The city was in turmoil, the of the Yellow Springs cracked, and the rubble rolled into the river, melting and disintegrating rapidly.

The nearby flowers were crushed by the raging flames, ending their brief bloom.

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The umbrella surface of the red umbrella is still not broken, but the bone sword has torn a hole, the blade of the sword is downward, advancing forward little by little, if Zhao Xiang'er raises her head, you can see that the tip of the sword is pointing directly at the center of her eyebrows.

Even if they poured all their strength, the red umbrella was still rapidly consuming its spirituality, and the umbrella surface was getting thinner and thinner, like a piece of window paper, which could be pierced at any time.

When death approached, the human brain seemed to spin rapidly, and all the overlapping images overlapped in a short period of time, and the light and shadow staggered by.

Zhao Xiang'er looked at the flowing fire passing through the umbrella surface, and involuntarily sounded the dress that was like fire behind the layers of curtains.

She knows that her mother's parents are not real most of the time, and most of the time, what she accompanies herself is just a shadow of nothingness.

It's not that she doesn't care about the world, but that she doesn't care about time.

Only three years ago, she was awakened by the noise outside the door when she was watching the sunset as always, the bright shadows of the three thousand western kingdoms in her eyes were like bubbles shattering, she was very angry, she opened the door and beat everyone, the last one with a sword seemed to be a little powerful, she only broke his scabbard, but she knew in her heart that if that person dared to entangle, she would definitely be able to kill him.

Seeing that they didn't entangle anymore, she said from the bottom of her heart: "I watched the sunset at Your Highness, why do you bother me?"

That day, when she returned to the house, her mother called her behind the curtain, and her clothes were still dirty because of the fight, but her mother did not dislike it at all, and reached out and touched her head dotingly, she will always remember the feeling at that time, in the red dress with intricate patterns and fire, the white hand was like the gentlest wind in the world, slowly rubbing her long hair.

She looked up and saw her mother's face—a face she couldn't remember now.

But she always remembered the amazement and shock when she looked up, so much so that she looked in the mirror many times after that, looking at her face, thinking that her mother was so beautiful, why she looked like an ugly duckling.

The memory flashed by in a short time, she opened a glimmer of eyes, looked at the young man who was struggling to support her, and asked softly in her heart: "Mother, is he the fiancé you chose for me? If it is him, why didn't he come to see me before the age of sixteen? If it wasn't for him, why is he always pestering and haunting." ”

The thought came to me when another voice suddenly asked, "What if he was chosen by you?"

On the red umbrella, the intense flames rose to the peak, Zhao Xiang'er opened her eyes suddenly, her body was pressed to one knee to the ground, her teeth were clenched, her body bones kept trembling, the sassy men's clothes were also hunting and flying in the wind, she stared at the front, the tip of the sword pointed directly at her eyebrows, closer and closer, as if the next moment, it could penetrate the umbrella surface and pierce her head.

The bricks on the ground had long since been shattered into powder, and she clenched her teeth, and her voice almost squeezed out from between her teeth: "Huh...... I chose it myself, do I have such a bad eye......

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Ning Changjiu also remembered many things.

I thought of the years of practicing in the small Taoist temple, the senior sister who rewarded her chestnuts as soon as she entered the mountain gate, the second senior brother who was quite easy-going but the sword could level the mountains and Zhenhai, the third senior brother who wielded a sword was a splendid picture, and the fourth senior sister who was often not on the mountain and hunted demons outside the world all the year round, I thought of a lot......

There are also painters, craftsmen, crazy old women, and black girls who make a living from fishing under the small Taoist temple, and the little girl often sends a fish to herself, so that she can take it to the release pond of the Taoist temple to accumulate merit.

The final picture stops at the age of sixteen, he sits on the edge of the cloud cliff for an afternoon, looks at the sea of clouds for an afternoon, and imagines the appearance of his fiancée who is far away in the sky.

The senior brother told himself that the little girl was very beautiful, and she had the demeanor of the senior sister when she was a child.

Ning Changjiu admired the senior sister very much, so this sentence did not move him, but made him feel that if he accepted this marriage letter, it would be disrespectful to the senior sister.

So that day, he folded the marriage book and handed it back to his senior brother.

And the same sixteen-year-old, the fiancée who once lived only in his fantasies and regrets was close at hand, they held the same sword, resisted the same sword, and they could see the exhaustion, sweat and burning killing intent on each other's faces

The insistence of the dead party.

Zhao Xiang'er didn't know.

But he knew she was his fiancée.

He felt that he should like her.

It's just that he has never really been at peace with her except for the night he woke up from a coma, and the night he saw her in her boudoir, even if they were only separated by a room for a month, and his daily routine was that he was knocked down by a few punches, and then pressed to the ground and beaten.

Even if it's part of the plan.

They are forever walking on the edge of life and death, a world of difference from the peaceful and peaceful life of the previous life.

The huge pressure on the umbrella surface pushed him to his knees with Zhao Xiang'er and Ning Xiaoling, Ning Xiaoling's injuries were the most serious, and she was staggering after falling to her knees, and she could barely hold the handle of the umbrella.

Ning Chang held her up.

His strength was also drained rapidly, he looked at Zhao Xiang'er, thinking that if they died here together today, it should be considered a joint burial, and before he died, he must tell her everything, even if she didn't believe it.

The two knelt opposite each other, clutching the handle of the umbrella tightly.

They opened their eyes and looked at each other, and they knew that they were each at the end of their crossbows.

But the sword still pierced down little by little, and the surging flames did not have the slightest tendency to be extinguished.

They were almost certain that even if they died, they would not be able to offset the power of even half a sword.

To add insult to injury, Madame Bai's divinity was also burned in the Red Lotus Hell Fire, although she was still a sword, she became Madame Bai again.

So the rules of the capital accommodated her.

All the people of the highest level in the entire city are gathered on the west side of the Yellow Spring at this moment, and the already inclined city is even more difficult to stop from collapsing to one side, and within ten breaths, even without the sword of Madame Bai, this city will collapse.

Zhao Xiang'er and Ning Changjiu opened their eyes, and a shallow smile finally appeared on their pale faces.

This is the moment they were waiting for.

One of the original plans, the result also points to this moment.

Although the process is much more thrilling due to the complexity of the sudden changes, fortunately, the ending is not deviated from what was expected.

It's all part of the plan.

Ning Changjiu let go of the hand holding the handle of the umbrella, and a little light appeared beside him, and he stretched out his hand and drew a reverse line of flying in the air.

Previously, he left a brand-new formation in the same place, which was originally reserved for Zhao Xiang'er to come over, but the follow-up was interrupted because of a sudden change.

And at this moment, what he is hooking up is that array.

Zhao Xiang'er snorted, and used her last strength to prop up the ancient umbrella, she raised her head, the red waves illuminated her eyebrows, and the tip of the sword was close to the center of her eyebrows, but it was only an inch.

In the blink of an eye, on the other side of Huangquan, the light of the formation lit up, and Ning Chang's figure was outlined in the light.

At this moment, the heavens and the earth are tilted, and everything is falling towards the west.

And the Sultan will save himself before he is destroyed, and will try his best to find a container in the eastern city, pouring all his power into him, trying to temporarily maintain the balance and prevent his own destruction.

Ning Chang is this container.

His body had been cut by Zhao Xiang'er countless times in the past month, and every punch was for him to better accommodate these powers today.

He understood that his body also had a layer of shackles, which firmly locked his realm.

In the previous life, when he entered the view, the senior sister knocked a chestnut on herself and opened this shackle.

But in this life, he can only rely on himself.

In the month of Xudu, all the efforts are for this moment.

He wants to use the power of the whole city to break the shackles of his body!

The darkness of heaven and earth poured into his body like a torrent.

He opened his eyes, looked at the fire on the other side, looked at the dark night, his whole body seemed to be torn into countless pieces, and in his body, something familiar broke through everything and roared.

He roared with it.

He stretched out his hand and pointed it to the sky, his eyes lit up with pure gold.

There is no moon in this world, and a red sun needs a thousand rays of light to tear apart all darkness.

Now he saw the sun.

In the sea of qi, the Purple Mansion finally opened its hole, and held out the round of gold-edged scorching and radiant red sun.

It was his innate spirit, and it was also the light that he used to break through the night.

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