"Ding Ding Ding", the five-colored divine light sickle pecked at the stone wall, making a crisp sound, Wei Qiqi felt like a miner in a novice village, testing every corner, looking for the weak node that wandered in the legend. [Ran^Text^Library] []

There were no weak nodes in the stone chamber, overlapping prohibitions penetrated deep into the stones, covering every corner, and besides, he didn't have that much time. Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi flooded his ankles, continued to rise, calmed down, he hallucinated, he heard a "creaking" sound, it was the gears of fate turning, hehe......

At every critical moment, he would think crankily, and this was not the first time.

Is this the end of it? Escaped the first year of junior high school, but can't escape the fifteenth?

Rushed to the doctor, Wei Qiqi put his hand into the rotten silver ring, touching every thing, jade jian, useless, drowning dagger, useless, wrong gold and jade ball, useless, red jade gourd, useless, black-eyed water-avoiding ring, useless, useless, useless, none of them are useful.

Is it really the end of the road and can only sit back and wait?

His eyes fell on the back of his left hand, the gray mark, like a crescent moon, like a scar, he suddenly went crazy, took out pieces of flesh and blood of the heavenly demon from the Penglai bag, didn't even look at it, stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed it raw into his stomach.

One piece, one piece after another, the heat was like a volcanic eruption, and the yuan liquid was suspended in the hole, crumbling.

Wei Qiqi devoured the flesh and blood as if he wanted his life, and the yuan liquid rose bigger and bigger, and finally collapsed into a stream, and the stream grew into a river, and the rivers converged into a sea tide, rushing left and right, surging, but he couldn't find an outlet for catharsis. His body was swollen, his hands and feet were thick, his hair stood upside down, and in a trance, he seemed to have returned to the distant past, tirelessly practicing Xiaoyue Gong in Lao Yaling.

That was the first step in his reversal of fate. Years later, he stood at the fork of fate again, heaven on his left hand and hell on his right.

The Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi flooded his chest, and the True Yuan frantically poured into the Demon Pill, a fire ignited in his abdomen, and Wei ** shouted: "Ruyizi, don't mistake me!" opened his mouth and spewed out the Demon Pill.

The color of the demon pill is blue and black, the size of a chicken egg, only to leave the lips, that is, into the stone wall, not waiting for the talisman to light up, the ban is launched, a huge snake suddenly emerged, the mouth and eyes and tongue scales are like etched in the stone, the body is gently broken, the stone wall trembles violently, splits, turns into soft gravel, pieces of peeling off.

Although the stone wall was broken, the prohibition was still there, and the white light flickered uncertainly, and the weather vitality could not be discharged, and it slowly rose and drowned to the throat.

Wei Qiqi laughed fiercely, stretched out his left arm, grabbed the demon pill into his palm, and recaptured it fiercely, taking advantage of the fact that the talisman had not yet been connected and recovered, the Tibetan Snow Sword popped out of his right arm, and most of the sword body was submerged in the flesh and bones, revealing a blade of blue and faint, and a huge "zigzag" was drawn out by the brush, and the talisman was cut to the end, and it was broken together.

This sword, criticized and struck, hit the key point, the prohibition gradually dimmed, the stone wall collapsed, the vitality of heaven and earth collapsed in all directions, and a ray of heavenly light came in, shining on Wei Qiqi's face, warm as a lover's hand.

It's dawn.

Wei XVII raised the hidden snow sword, rushed out with a fit, and there was a light in front of him, and the morning sun shot out ten thousand golden arrows, shining on the sky, the earth, mountains, rivers, and everything in the world, bathed in the warm sun.

A blue sword light flew out from the eighth layer of the Demon Suppression Tower, heading straight for Xiao Han.

Qingming stood on the Qingming Pavilion, looking at each other from afar, and coughed for a while before he eased up. In the high altitude of the extreme north, the power of time washed over the Qingying Sword, every minute and every second, he was aging, and it was the limit of what he could do to collect Wei Qiqi in the sword domain, throw him into the stone room, and urge the Demon Suppression Tower to strip away his soul.

The sword light turned, and then turned, and he turned around and rushed towards the Qingying Pavilion, Qingming smiled bitterly, knowing that he had discovered himself.

Wei XVII did not leave, and even in the most critical moment, he remained awake. Ziyang Dao people themselves are difficult to protect, Qingming is already the end of the strong crossbow, if he escapes from Liushi Peak in front of everyone, it will be self-abandonment in Kunlun and will never come back. The great changes in heaven and earth are imminent, and he escapes alone, there is only one way to die, and Kunlun is his only support.

The lesser of two evils, he bet that the people of Ziyang Dao would not be able to give up, so he had to borrow weight, and there was no other choice.

Hundreds of zhang away, Edgeworth came in an instant. Wei Qiqi lowered the flying sword, landed on the Qingying Pavilion, raised his eyes to look at Qingming's old face, and said, "You are already old, you can't do it anymore." ”

Qingming raised his trembling hand and pointed at him, seeing that he was not afraid, he laughed in a low voice, "You are so bold, you dare to come back!"

Wei Seventeen said: "Kunlun bears me, I don't bear Kunlun, why can't I come back?"

Qingming's face changed slightly, his eyebrows and eyes were in a trance, and the phantom of the Ziyang Daoist overlapped on his face, shaking. He stared at it for a long time, and suddenly said: "Kunlun does not bear you, I bear you." ”

Wei Qiqi knew that it was the Ziyang Daoist who spoke to him through the mouth of Qingming, bowed slightly, and said, "The head of the sect is gracious, and the disciple does not dare." ”

These eight words are ambiguous and contain countless meanings, and the Ziyang Daoist sighed and said, "Pull out a Maoli world and not ...... Benefit the world, willing, although throwing away the head and spilling blood without resignation, unwilling, although a dime can not be taken. On the Flowstone Peak, you are the first to get the word out. Others think that Taiyi has stolen the vitality of heaven and earth without knowing the return, and is mean and selfish, but they don't think that the key to this sentence is that the righteousness of the world is imposed on others, although it is not possible to take a dime. ”

"The head is informal, does not hesitate to be himself, and a sword is a sword, which is respectable and lamentable. ”

"It's respectable, it's a pity, but you won't do it, will you? That day in the far north, the gap opened, and the power of time poured into this realm, Pan Chengnian fought hard to block it, and I was able to make up for the catastrophe with a sword. It's just an out-of-body incarnation, if Pan Chengnian's real body comes here, he will never die generously, you and him are the same kind of people......"

Wei Qiqi bowed his head and said, "Yes"

"From now on, the Kunlun faction will be handed over to Park Tianwei...... Hehe, the years don't live, the seasons are like ......"

"The disciple has high expectations. ”

"Don't be coy, it's not your nature. If it's too much, how can it be any more, it's enough, it's enough, it's over, it's over......" Ziyang Daoist said three "just that" in a row, and retired in Qingming's body.

Qingming was excited, and sorrow came from it, and he cried out: "The head ......"

"Needless to say, send me into the Demon Tower!"

"Yes......" Qingming glanced at Wei Qiqi, flicked his sleeves, and turned around and left.

Wei Qiqi looked at his old dragon bell, held on to the railing, went all the way down the Qingyin Pavilion, walked the plank road, went out of the boundless view, climbed the mountain, and staggered to the Town Demon Tower. This time, an era is over.

From the bloody night of Kunlun to the forefront, slaughtering the five sects and the two sects of Kunpeng, killing the sea of corpses and blood, controlling Kunlun for nearly a hundred years, no one dared to touch his mind, and finally went to the extreme north, a sword blocked the power of time, the lamp dried up, and the soul returned to the demon tower.

He could have chosen another physical body, an ordinary physical body, to prolong his life for a hundred years, but how could such a proud figure be willing to live under people? He would rather enter the Demon Tower and spend a long and immortal life with Ruan Qing and Yue Shuo than live under the eyes of others, and become a laughing stock.

Wei XVII could understand his thoughts, and he wouldn't do that even if he changed places.

Standing on the Qingming Pavilion, the hot wind is blowing, the heaven and the earth are verdant, and midsummer has quietly arrived. Wei Qiqi slowly sat down on the ground, touched his chest with his hand, and coughed lightly twice, and then twice, and then twice, the more he coughed, the more he coughed, the more he squirted, his mouth full of bruises, his hands and feet twitched, and he couldn't get up.

Devouring the flesh and blood of the Heavenly Demon alive, urging the Demon Pill to make a fatal blow, it hurt the root, and even the Vajra Law Body could not be maintained, and now he is as fragile as a baby.

Wei Qiqi vomited blood and laughed "hehe", he won the bet after all.

Coughing for a while, spitting for a while, Wei Qiqi gasped, took out a piece of raw meat from the Penglai bag, trembled and stuffed it into his mouth, chewed hard, straightened his neck and swallowed it.

He lay on his stomach in the Qingming Pavilion for six days and seven nights, and only then did he recover a little, staggered back to the ashram, and fell headlong on the bed.

This sleep, dark, I don't know what is changing, the years are long.

Zhenyuan repaired his injuries little by little, the demon pill recovered from the commission, and the blood of the snake nourished the law body, breaking and then standing, defeating and then succeeding, putting him to death and then rejuvenating, he became stronger than ever.

When I woke up, it was three years later.

He heard someone whispering in his ear: "Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green." The evening breeze blows the willow flute, and the sunset is outside the mountain. The end of the sky, the corner of the earth, the acquaintance is half scattered......" Then, he opened his eyes.

Qin Zhen sat on the edge of the bed, looking at him stupidly, her eyes were so gentle.

"Hey, how are you?" Wei Qiqi smiled at the corners of his mouth and greeted her.

Qin Zhen blinked, and suddenly sadness came from it, and tears fell down and dripped on his face. She choked up and couldn't speak, and hurriedly wiped his tears, not wanting to wipe him into a big face.

"Hi, meet again. Wei Qiqi reached out and stroked her face, his rough fingers sliding over the tender skin, "I miss you......"

Qin Zhen wanted to laugh, but she couldn't cry again.

Wei Qiqi opened his arms and took her into his arms, smelling the fragrance on her body, his heart was peaceful and joyful, and he had no desires.

"Is it okay?" After a long time, he whispered in her ear, his hair digging into his nostrils, a little itchy, he couldn't help but bite her earlobe, and the ghost made the god lick it.

Qin Zhen screamed, her face was red and her ears were red, but her mood gradually brightened.

"We're all fine...... she said softly, "I'm fine, Yu Yao is fine, we've been waiting for you." ”

Wei Qiqi stroked her waist and asked casually, "Are you quarrelling?"

"No, it's never noisy. ”

"Cold War?"

"Not really. ”

"Who's beating whom?"

"It seems...... I'm more powerful......" Qin Zhen panted slightly, her eyes were foggy, and she let herself get lost in **.

The door was carefully pushed open and closed, Yu Yao leaned on the door frame, closed her eyes and calmed down, hugged her upper arms with both hands, and quietly walked down the plank road and stepped into the soup boiling room. She made a fire, boiled water, cooked tea, cut open the oil apricots, peeled the kernels from the pits, put them in her mouth and chewed, tasting the faint bitterness.

A light like a bean illuminated her face, the dim light pulsed slightly, and she took a sip of hot tea, thinking about her thoughts in a daze.

In the past three years, her cultivation has advanced by leaps and bounds, and she has broken through the sword qi level early, and the dragon elephant demon fire is like an arm and fingers, and she is handy, but Qin Zhen has always pressed her steadily, and she has not been given any chance.

She is so sensitive in her heart and so proud in temperament, but she has to share the same man with her rival, but she does not complain or regret it.