The little demi-fairy turned to Pegasus again, "Are you going out with me?"

Tianma snorted, and the little half-immortal said, "Okay, then let's go together." ”

Tianma let out a low roar again, everyone was surprised by this scene, and Chu Xiaoran said, "Since there is nothing to do, let's go too." ”

Chu Xiaoran left with everyone, leaving only the little half-immortal and the heavenly horse, and the little half-immortal suddenly remembered that the half-immortal Wentian had said that the Kunlun Tianma bloodline was the most ancient, and it was a divine object in ancient times.

The little half-fairy stroked the mane of the Pegasus and asked in a low voice, "Pegasus, you may take me to find the Yellow Spring and the Blue Sea?"

Pegasus shook his head, as if in response to the little half-fairy.

The little half-immortal said: "Can't you find it?"

Pegasus let out a low sigh.

Although Xiao Banxian had known it for a long time, he was still a little disappointed.

Mo Yan returned to the room to deduce the book of life as usual, and after a while, he heard a knock on the door, Mo Yan looked up and said, "Come in, the door is not bolted." ”

The door was pushed open, and the little half-fairy walked in, still holding two jars of wine in his hands.

Mo Yan took the wine handed by Xiao Banxian, "You drank before your injury was healed, don't you want to get better?"

Xiao Banxian opened the wine seal and took a sip, "You and my brother haven't drunk each other for a long time." ”

Mo Yan said: "I'm different from you, if you want to get drunk, you can get drunk." ”

Xiao Banxian pouted and said, "You are just too calm, but you have lost your interest." ”

Mo Yan said: "Say, what are you doing here?" Mo Yan said that he didn't drink, but he still opened the wine seal and took a sip.

Little Half-Immortal: "Have you broken through the power that suppressed you?"

Mo Yan took another sip of wine, and Xiao Banxian asked, "Who is it?"

Mo Yan looked at him coldly, "Didn't you already guess it?"

"Mo Xin?" asked the little half-immortal.

Mo Yan said: "I calculated a hexagram for myself. Mo Yan raised his head and took another sip of wine.

The little half-immortal was taken aback, and Tianwen was the most taboo to calculate himself, because counting himself is equal to death, and the most important thing is to lose life, Mo Yan said: "My father can't break the seal that Mo Xin put on me, in order to break the seal, I can only do this." ”

Xiao Banxian didn't want to ask Mo Yan what he counted, because he noticed a strand of Mo Yan's white hair, which was covered by his white hair when he combed his hair in a bun on weekdays, and now his hair was scattered, and the strand of white hair was obvious when he looked up.

Mo Yan said: "Although this move is to kill the enemy by 800 and lose 1,000, Mo Xin can no longer control me, and he himself will be counterattacked." ”

Xiao Banxian stared at Mo Yan, his eyes widened and widened, and said, "You ....... you ......."

Mo Yan smiled and said: "What a surprise is this, this is my fate, besides, if you know me, I will not be controlled." After a pause, he continued: "I have to say that Mo Xin is really a genius, I can't compare to him in terms of attainment and cultivation, but I can borrow the power of the Book of Heaven, which he can't do." ”

Yes, this is fate, just like Mo Yan is the person chosen by the Book of Heaven, no matter how he resists, he can't escape the fate of sacrificing his soul, and just like himself, no matter how he escapes, what should come will eventually come.

It is said that Mo Yan is the master of the Book of Heaven, in fact, it should be said the other way around, the person who is chosen by the Book of Heaven, if he wants to really use the Book of Heaven, he needs to sacrifice his soul, and after death, the Yuan Shen will be absorbed by the Book of Heaven and will never enter reincarnation.

Moreover, the use of the Book of Heaven consumes the most essence, and ordinary people can read the Book of Heaven up to three times in their life.

Xiao Banxian's lips moved, and finally he just raised the wine jar, Mo Yan touched him, and both of them poured a sip of spirits.

Mo Yan said: "Give me more time, and I will be able to calculate Mo Xin's fate." Speaking of this, Mo Yan paused, and Zhengse said, "By the way, I have something to tell you." ”

Her mouth suddenly opened, and a red and beating demon clan Neidan was spit out, hanging in the air and spinning, she bit Neidan with her teeth, and bit it hard, and in an instant, the hurricane swept wildly, and the shattered demonic power like an invisible ocean tide surged, blowing up the long clothes of the gods.

Maha was blocked one after another, and he was also blocked in the hands of low-level monsters like weasels, and he couldn't help but squint his eyes slightly in annoyance, and his thick and slender eyelashes were almost like crow's wings, leaving two rows of fan-shaped shadows on the side of his nose. His face was extremely pale, his long black hair was stained with blood, and he was lined with dense bloody forbidden spells on his robe, giving people a thrilling feeling that beauty and bewitchment were intertwined.

This horse, mother and son, all of them can travel thousands of miles a day, can cross the waves, quite spiritual, is the past years in the mountains of Sichuan unintentional encounter. This is a wild horse, after two years of hard work by the foolish father and son, he has been successfully trained, and he is very alert. Although it is a pony, because it is younger and more dexterous, it has no need to be restrained on the way, and when it arrives at the store, it will lead it to the trough, and if it goes away, it will find its owner. Its name is Ruby, and it comes as soon as it is called.

Non-stop, like a bird out of the cage, spreading its wings and soaring in the sky. The wind, in my ears, I shouted clearly, 'Drive, drive.' The hand holding the reins seemed to be harnessing the pterodactyl, and took me to the land of freedom. But suddenly the reins were tightened, and the horse raised its front hooves with a long neigh. Looking ahead, there are two post roads, the left goes to Luoyang City, and the right is to Chang'an.

The white-feathered golden-crowned eagle swooped down from the sky and flew close to the surface of the lake. Xiang Liu jumped off his mount, stepped on the blue waves, and walked towards Xiao Yao. He is a foreigner in the red world of Jiuqu, his white clothes are like snow, his hair is like clouds, and he does not touch the slightest bit of smoke and dust, even if he steps step on the fire of 100,000 miles of war and the lives of millions of people, he cannot be moved.

Sure enough, a moment later, he heard the sound of horses' hooves, Chu Huan looked up in surprise, and saw three horses running in the distance, neatly stopped in front of Nanshan, and neighed around him like a joy, and the one in the lead also hung down his long face as if coquettish, and let Nanshan stroke its nose.

Seeing that all kinds of attacks were completely ineffective, the rest of the people were finally willing to listen to Wei Wuxian's words, and they swarmed out and scattered in all directions. There were many people, and the more anxious Wei Wuxian was, the more he couldn't find Jin Ling, he rode a donkey and ran into a bamboo forest, and turned around to meet the juniors of the Lan family who had caught up, Wei Wuxian shouted to them: "Children!"

Qingluan was originally an ancient divine beast, and he had always disdained such monsters as the nine-headed bird, and he didn't intend to pay attention to it, only a few low hiss at him as a warning, and as soon as he leaned over, he rushed straight towards the nether. Yi Nian's eyes were closed, his clothes were fluttering, and the wind was whistling in his ears, Qingluan had proudly rushed out of the clouds and rushed towards the dense forest of Guiru.

Xi Zhan involuntarily caught up with the cyan steed, grabbed his head and took a closer look. This horse's head is high, the cheeks are like shaving, the ears are small and sharp, like bamboo leaves, the eyes are blazing, as big as a hanging bell, and the pupils are flashing with two royal blue lights. The neck is thick and long, the ridge is flat and wide, the abdomen is full, and the legs are long. Coincidentally, the four calves are also wrapped in full white fur, which is elegant and beautiful.

At the same time, there were two groups of lion's eyes flashing beside the side path, and it was the male lion who had recently been named Chasing the Wind that quietly flashed out from behind the tree, and did not look back, but turned straight ahead, and walked along the stream, the soles of his feet were very light, and he did not walk fast, and he was like hunting and fighting wild beasts at sunrise.

Like snow-white clothes, light and agile like a rabbit, free and elegant like a virgin. Like a peerless sword, when it comes out, the thunder receives its anger, and when it comes, the river and the sea condense the light, and no one can stop it. His posture is leisurely, chic and casual, his white clothes are not stained with dust, but his opponent has been splashed with blood in all directions.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Dorian Gray rode his horse down the long avenue as fast as he could. Trees swept past him like hordes of ghosts, and a jumble of shadows loomed in front of him. On one occasion the horse suddenly turned around a white gatepost and nearly threw him off. He struck the horse in the neck with the handle of his whip, and the horse pierced the dark sky like an arrow, and stones flew under its hooves.

"Huhuhu......" the bird chirped, flapping its wings on the branches and striking at Yi Nian again. Yi Nian's mind flashed, and he remembered that it was the nine-headed bird he met in the sky above the ruins. She leapt up from the horse, and the cold light sword came out of its sheath, and the sword qi fell, and it was close to the red bird that missed the attack. The bird hurriedly ducked away, leaving on the trunk of a tree a few feet high from the memory of the year.

A huge black shadow fell from the sky, piercing through layers of mist like a swift wind, and rushed straight to Zhong Chenxuan. A few jet-black shiny feathers flew with the strong air flow brought by the black shadow, and where the feathers passed, the mist quickly retracted into its shell like a frightened snail, and the surrounding scenery suddenly became clear. Gu Lingxi only felt a wing with a coaxing heat sweeping over his head, and a pair of eyes that did not belong to a human being, drawing a line of light in the air. A huge black eagle flapped its wings and stayed in front of Zhong Chenxuan, its sharp eyes locked on the woman in his arms

The sound ......of the ice cracking continued, extending a crack a foot wide, and gradually, the crack grew bigger and bigger, and a snow-white thing poked its head out. Then there was a loud bang, and the snow-white thing broke through the ice. It turned out to be a demon beast more than two feet high, but this demon beast was very wonderful, and its whole body was also carved from ice, so transparent that you could see the light blue liquid flowing in its abdomen. It had no eyes, but a single horn grew between its foreheads, and its mouth was closed. It shook its head, and its long hair was translucent. If you look at it alone, it looks a bit like the unicorn in the Western legend of the previous life. It's beautiful.

As soon as Mrs. Zhong drank, her left hand swept from left to right, bringing out a dazzling royal blue, and then immediately turned into a little spot of light, quickly spreading around, surrounding the entire platform in a blink of an eye, after flying around dozens of times, the meteor shower-like points of light gradually converged, and finally formed a small tornado-like appearance hovering in front of the two less than one meter.

In an instant, 30,000 wind and cloud riders rushed down from the top of the second petal, as if a silver flood poured down from the sky, and instantly drowned, the more than 10,000 Praetorian Guards did not have time to be timid, the cold light had been cut from the neck, and the head flew into the air, and when it fell, the eyes that were still open could clearly see that their own blood soaked the brown and red mountain stone into flawless red jade, like the round of blood hanging in the sky......