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The man in black at the broken bridge shouted, flung off his sleeves that were being pulled, his pale face was a little deformed, presumably another abstention, and retreated recklessly.

The people on the bridge had different opinions, Ling Qingyao was pulled by Nanchen and made way for the man in black, watching the man in black exit the broken bridge, Nanchen slowly turned around and looked at the other man in black who was stunned at the broken bridge.

"Miss Ling, the Spiritual Cultivator should be under a heavy heaven!" Nanchen suddenly asked in a low voice.

Ling Qingyao's expression was stunned, and she thought for a moment, "Childe, don't involve too much, how can a candidate under the world easily give up a hard-won opportunity?"

The implication is to let him not act rashly, although Nanchen can understand the meaning, but it does not imply that he will give up killing, and his promise will not let go of one.

The two walked to the broken bridge, looking at the misty abyss, bursts of cold air rising, it was the top of Kunlun in the world, and the iceberg cold wave was rising.

"Are you afraid?" Nanchen blurted out as he wished.

"Didn't Childe say that you have to learn not to be afraid, I have learned!" Ling Qingyao said with a smile.

Nanchen could see that this was her heartfelt relief, there was too much emotion in her eyes, and when she wanted to hold her hand, Ling Qingyao took the initiative to take his hand.

"Today, I'll give my son a ride!"

"You, take me...... Hey!"

Before Nanchen's words were finished, he was taken into the air by Ling Qingyao, the wind in his ears suddenly sounded, layers of clouds and mist blew by, and he felt a wave of spiritual power volatilize, and a faint fragrance of nine-seed flowers hit his face.

In an instant, as if above the floating clouds, the three nine-seeded flowers converged into a wreath, supporting them and slowly falling, which surprised and surprised Nanchen.

"Miss Ling, Qing Yao is still waiting for you!"

"She's waiting for you!"

Hearing her simple response, Nanchen had a feeling of imminent separation, "Miss Ling, do you have something unspeakable?"

Ling Qingyao smiled lightly, "Childe, the nine-seed flower in your heart is not scattered, but sprouts again!"

Nanchen's heart tightened, although he couldn't understand her words, he had an ominous premonition, "Miss Ling, you promised me that as long as you let you enter the Tianguan, the people and flowers will be together!"

"The Sword Comes"

Ling Qingyao nodded and said with a smile: "Childe, I will never break my promise to you, of course, Childe also said that the Nine Seed Flower will definitely bloom again!"

Nanchen nodded silently, although Ling Qingyao said this, it still didn't relieve his worries, "Miss Ling, I'm ...... Can I hug you?"

Ling Qingyao heard his words, although she was a little shy, but she didn't refuse, and of course she didn't respond, Nanchen thought that she had chosen to acquiesce, so she gently stopped her in her arms.

In the end, his mouth covered the warm red lips, the familiar breath of the heart, the faint fragrance of the nine-seed flower, Ling Qingyao's delicate body trembled suddenly, and there was a pain at the tip of his tongue, and he opened his eyes slightly, looking at the bloodstained lips and moving away, he understood Nanchen's intentions.

"Choking" a sword groan, the reverse scale sword came out in response, reflecting the purple gold edge, Nanchen put the sword bone to his lips, and a trace of red tongue tip blood was stained on the reverse scale sword bone, disappearing in the purple gold edge.

"Sword Spirit, I'd rather break the sword bones than make the slightest mistake!" Nanchen's words were like an edict.

The blood on the tip of the tongue is the essence of the blood, and it has the most sensitive Zhiyang Divine Breath, also known as True Yang Blood, Nanchen absorbs Ling Qingyao's blood on the tip of the tongue, so that the Reverse Scale Sword can recognize her Zhiyang Divine Breath, no

At all costs, protect her life.

"Childe, why are you doing this?" Ling Qingyao's voice was like muttering to herself.

The corners of Nanchen's mouth curled, and he smiled a little wickedly: "If you meet, it will be difficult to separate, could it be that Miss Ling wants to bite back?" he leaned over and leaned his face over.

Looking at this resolute face, Ling Qingyao smiled, stretched out her fair and slender hand, stroked her angular face, and smiled very happily.

The three flowers faded, and the two of them floated down hand in hand, a desolate and empty valley, the dark clouds in front of them were very low, and under their feet was a dry and cracked riverbed, like the wrinkled face of an old man.

Nanchen Huan looked around, except for the clusters of withered yellow thatch, he didn't find Yun Qing's figure, it seemed that he was separated from the falling, so that he opened the distance, and looked up at the sky when he came, the layer of enchantment was slowly closing.

"This guy, why don't you wait for us on the broken bridge?" Nanchen was puzzled, where to find this wilderness, not to mention that the terrain here is flat, and it is clear at a glance.

"Maybe you can't stay on the bridge for too long, maybe you don't want to meet someone behind!" Ling Qingyao reminded.

Nanchen felt that this was possible, and looked at Ling Qingyao with a sideways face, the corners of his mouth hooked, and he smiled evilly, "Miss Ling, I gradually realized that it may be right to bring you here!"

When Ling Qingyao heard this, her expression returned to indifference, she looked at the valley not far away, and said, "Let's look for it while walking! If that son didn't run around, he wouldn't be too far away from us."

The two of them walked along the dry riverbed towards the valley in the distance, where there was a bare mound, which stood out in the open, and this kind of solitude made Nanchen, who was tense in his heartstrings, extremely cautious.

Despite a cool breeze, the oppressive dark clouds, like solidified ink, pressed against the lonely mound, not moving.

Except for the footsteps of the two of them, there was silence all around, and suddenly, the strings began to tremble slightly, Nanchen reached out and pulled Ling Qingyao to his side, allowing himself to separate her from the mound, and covered the Qiankun bag with his other hand.

Occasional sparks flashed in the dark clouds, as small as a gossamer, and a black meteorite appeared in front of it, shaped like a pierced skeleton, covered with dense tiny craters.

Although these small potholes are arranged irregularly, Nanchen still sees a clue, and the potholes of different sizes contain Taoist patterns.

Nanchen followed the extension of the lines, feeling that this was an ancient language, and his mouth read out intermittently: "Earth... Prison... It... Gate!Gates of Hell?" This made him feel very surprised, he did not expect that he would ascend to the sky in one step, and then fall into hell in an instant, and the sudden drop was difficult for him to accept.

"How could it be the Gate of Hell? Didn't you discover this mystery back then?" Ling Qingyao muttered to herself, presumably she didn't know anything about it.

Nanchen saw that she was also confused, and her heart sank, "Miss Ling, are we in the wrong place, there were people in front of us when we jumped down, and there are only two of us left here, don't you think it's strange?"

Ling Qingyao looked at Nanchen and said worriedly, "If that's the case, I'm still a troublemaker!" She bowed slightly, thoughtful.

"There is no connection between you and me, if I guess accurately, this is not an accident, there must be something strange in it, or someone did it on purpose!"

Nanchen's speculation, although it had his truth, gave Ling Qingyao a huge amount of pressure, making her begin to question her hunch, which was also a potential foreknowledge when her soul woke up.

Nanchen looked back at the sky when he came, that layer of enchantment had long been closed, and there was no way back, the only way out was to move forward, "Miss Ling, since you are here, you will feel at ease, let's go from hell!"

Ling Qingyao nodded guiltily and followed Nanchen towards the mound

But thinking about the one who came from heaven, even if he found his own heart, he couldn't distinguish his identity, let alone let himself die in hell.

"Miss Ling, what do you think this mound looks like?" Nanchen asked casually, deliberately interrupting Ling Qingyao's thoughts and telling her not to think too much, then she would be even more worried, and her heart would not be happy.

Looking at this mound from the side, high on both sides and low in the middle, standing like a hump, "Two tombs holding hands!" Ling Qingyao said slowly.

"Tomb ......???" Nanchen's words came to an abrupt end, grinned, turned to look at the mound again, and the more he looked at it, the less it looked like a hump, but like two tombs.

Nanchen nodded, and was about to agree with her statement, when the strings began to shake again, and he quickly pulled Ling Qingyao back a few steps, "Miss Ling, let's go quickly!"

The two hurriedly walked away from the mound, and Nanchen's tight string began to gradually regain its calmness, "Miss Ling, there is an abnormal movement in that mound, maybe there is something in it!"

Ling Qingyao stared at the distance and stared, but did not respond to him, Nanchen followed her gaze, and there was a line of large footprints on the ground, extending from the mound to the depths of the valley in front, and there were large messy footprints around it.

"Childe, we didn't fall into the wrong place, it's just that they didn't do it like us, but they performed the exercises but caused accidents!" Ling Qingyao said as she looked at the desolate valley.

The intermittent appearance of the footprints was indeed a flying technique, the dark clouds were so low, where could they fly, Nanchen's strings shook again, more violently than the previous two tremors.

He saw a ravine not far away, pulled up Ling Qingyao and dodged it, and after a while, several figures appeared on both sides of the mound, and even there were figures walking around on the mound.

Seeing this scene, Nanchen felt nervous for them in his heart, "Miss Ling, don't stay too far away from me if you are in danger!"

"The son you're looking for is on the right side of the mound!" Ling Qingyao reminded.

Nanchen looked over there, and a figure in a flower dress on the right was a distance away from the other crowds, as if he didn't fit in with them.

When they got a little closer, they found the blood stains on several people, as if their arms were injured, Nanchen didn't notice anything else, so he walked out of the ravine with Ling Qingyao.

The sudden appearance of the two made the people who came slow down, and looked at them with hostile eyes, although there was a look of surprise on their faces, it seemed that they were still afraid after a fight.

"Childe, girl, I'm still looking for two of you! Thank God, I've finally found you!" Yun Qing ran over happily.

Nanchen nodded, looking him up and down, although there were some blood stains on his robe, he didn't find anything unusual about him, "Yunqing Gongzi, what happened just now?"

When Yun Qing heard Nanchen's words, his face was full of joy and he immediately sarcastically said: "Brother Nanchen, don't mention it, I just came in and encountered a few people fighting, but I didn't expect that the movement of the fight was too big, attracting some unknown evil things, and the onlookers scattered in a hurry!"

"What about those evil things?" Nanchen asked.

"The two chasing us were surrounded and killed, fortunately, there were many people on our side, and those few chased them into the depths of the valley, and I don't know what the situation is now!" Yun Qing told Nanchen what happened just now, the whole ins and outs.

"What kind of evil thing, I see so many footprints on the ground?" Nanchen continued.

Yun Qing frowned, as if he was a little puzzled, "It's just a few thousand-year-old evil spirits, what big footprints did you just say?"

Nanchen raised his face not far away, Yun Qing saw a string of big footprints on the ground, his eyes widened, and he exclaimed with fear on his face: "This, how is this possible, there is such a huge evil spirit?"