The cracks of the remnant sword are all over the place, and I don't know what kind of tragedy it has experienced in the past, but the mysterious charm contained in it is unreliable, and the ripples and folds are becoming more and more intense, and all of them are reduced to nothing in an instant......

Bao Wenzheng's spirit was helpless, and he fell down from the top of the cloud, and under the horror, his heart was violently shocked, and the cold sweat had already soaked his robe while his face was pale......

Heart palpitations!

Where did this system come from, and why did it have such magical powers, so that it could span the long river of time, ignore the rank of the six realms of reincarnation, and be in this strange world?

What is the intention of this system? Indifference and ruthlessness are obliteration at every turn, and this world is really the end? Return to the Embroidered Jade Valley Flower Shifting Palace, you can pick chrysanthemums under the east fence from now on, and leisurely see Nanshan?

No, it definitely won't be that simple!

In the bloody martial arts killing, relying on quick wit and cognacy to complete the task of the system......

In this bizarre world, Bao Wenzheng has already exhausted all his strength, laughing and drinking the highly toxic "Phantom Spirit Wine", and when he is in the "Thousand Opportunities", he is even more terrifying when he falls asleep in the coffin, so he won the favor of Chun Thirty Niang and Zuo Yuesu with his tongue and lotus flower......

By ignoring the life and death of the common people, and facing the Yin God of the Earth with more cruel means, so as to make him throw a mouse into a bogey, this was the only way to resolve the catastrophe of the Nine Hidden Streams......

If the world of "Strange Tales" is still not the end, then what will the next world face?

"Wenzheng, let's go!"

Lu Sanniang pinched the sword technique, the sword light of the Qingping Immortal Sword was so agile that she raised her soft sword and grabbed Bao Wenzheng's arm, just about to rise up with the sword to avoid the coming of the Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation.

"I'm leaving......"

Bao Wenzheng stretched out his hand to hold Lu Sanniang's soft hand, and between the tentacles he only felt soft and boneless, looking at the lonely woman who was beautiful and shengxian, and his cheeks were sad while sighing in his heart, and he said: "I don't know if there will be a day of reunion this time......

"Why do you say this?" Lu Sanniang frowned and was even more puzzled, and had no time to take care of Meng Lang's move, seeing that the nine-day thunder tribulation was coming, Bao Wenzheng had such words for no reason, and said anxiously: "No matter what, leave this place first!"

The Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation was originally a catastrophe that faded into immortals, if there is a lack of Tao today, no matter how demons and monsters you are, no matter how much Taoism you are, and under the glorious divine power of this supreme righteousness and yang, it is impossible to escape the ashes!

The dark clouds have already suppressed Qingqiu Mountain, and the rolling thunder is even more deafening, making people dizzy and tinnitus......

"Let's go, Sanniang......"

Bao Wenzheng let go of Lu Sanniang's softness, his face was still indifferent when his clothes were fluttering, he looked at the woman who was deceived by lies, and said softly: "I really want to accompany you with Emei Xianmen......"

"The well-being of the people in this world has nothing to do with me......"

"But, you shoulder the intermittent ...... of the survival of the Emei Immortal Gate"

On the eve of parting with the bizarre world, because his parents have no one to support, he can't tell the truth at this moment, so he can only continue to tell this lie ruthlessly.

"Why don't you go?"

The delicate body of the beautiful and immortal woman trembled slightly, a look of pain appeared in her beautiful eyes, and a desolate smile appeared on her cheeks, and she said, "Is it worth it?"

At this moment, when the nine-day thunder tribulation is approaching, turning this Qingqiu Mountain into powder, the old demon of Montenegro and Chun Thirty Niang and Zuo Yuesu as the initiators, and this thunder is already cocooned and self-bound, even if the thousand-year-old Taoist line escapes, it will be a long breath, as long as Lu Sanniang "Nanming leaves the fire" as soon as it comes out, the general trend will be decided!

Why not go?

Is it to lay down this series of poisonous schemes with demons, to kill living beings and force the underworld to retreat from the Nine Hidden Streams, unwilling to tarnish the reputation of Emei Xianmen?

Or is it "ashamed of oneself", intending to end this evil relationship with death?

When the broken bricks turned into powder, and the hurricane was raging, Lu Sanniang looked at the fluttering young man's clothes, and he couldn't help but hesitate in his face and solemnity, knowing that if he left......

“......”

Lu Sanniang's heart can be said to have mixed feelings, and she can't tell or understand the complicated feelings, but if she wants to see Bao Wenzheng disappear from nowhere, but she really can't, and when she wants to talk again, she sees that the young man has already gone away from the wind......

The delicate body trembled, and it was too late to hold it down, and then I saw that the handsome young man was gradually moving away from the air, and the pretended indifferent cheeks were even more desolate and lonely, disappearing into the dark clouds.

The steep spring breeze blows the wine and wakes up, slightly cold, the mountain is oblique but welcomes, looking back at the chic place, returning, there is no wind and rain and no sunshine......

The song "Fixing the Storm, Don't Listen to the Sound of Bamboo Forest Hitting Leaves" still lingers in my ears, and the gloomy expression of leaving is even more lonely, which clearly emerges one by one at this moment.

Lu Sanniang looked at the disappearing figure sluggishly, and an unbearable pain came to her heart, the sourness came so turbulently, and it came so suddenly, it was so heartbreaking......

"Ah......h

The beautiful woman who won the immortal looked up to the sky and groaned, just like the sound of the phoenix and the clear sound of Qishan, the three-foot green silk and the hurricane swayed, and the cold cheeks were even more painful and crazy, and the incomparable sword light rose to the sky, and the momentum that wanted to break the sky and the earth was even more tragic.

After a while, the incomparable sword light gradually turned around, and the beautiful woman who won the immortal only felt that her heart was empty, and she stared at the clouds where the silver snake danced, and she also burst into tears when she looked back, and she drove the sword light away......

The dark clouds are rolling and pitch black like ink, and they have long been unable to distinguish between the north and the south, the west and the east, the hurricane is raging and the rain is pouring down, the thunder is even more deafening, and the silver snake is crisscrossing and closing from the dark clouds, and the light at first glance is better than the day.

The old demon of Montenegro is the demon flame, is to look at the world, at this moment is also shocked, the magic power "Huangquan Ghost Gate" in the chain shackles gushing out, the body wrapped like a mountain, resisting the power of the nine days of thunder, although I know that it is just to drink to quench thirst, but there is no other way.

The charming woman was also extremely embarrassed, and the spider silk in her hand was also endless, forming a spider web with this square inch of space, trying her best to resist the Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation, and the demon spear in her hand was even more bleak......

"Wenzheng, let's go!"

Zuo Yuesu saw the familiar figure in a trance, and said in a nervous voice: "Hurry up, I can't protect you......"

A thick electric light like a bucket slashed straight over, Zuo Yuesu was shocked and turned into a phantom yin wind, and tried his best to dodge it, the three-foot white hair and the cheeks fluttering behind him, full of anger were even more anxious, if there was an opportunity, he would step forward to exert his magic power and throw the lover far away.

"Husband, go quickly!"

The charming woman was even more frightened, the extreme of the flip of the wrist was to rise against the wind, the demon spear poked the sky and turned into a shape, and the dragon viciously knocked the silver snake that leaned away.

The delicate body was shocked, and the beautiful cheeks were even more pale, and after seeing that the silver snake was finally picked open, although it was still willing to spit blood, then his face was solemn, and he avoided Bao Wenzheng's body again, and was in the midst of the more brilliant thunder.

"You and I are husband and wife, I have never thought of harming you......"

Chun Thirty Niang looked back and smiled with indescribable tenderness, holding a demon spear to poke the sky and stand in the air, and said: "The ghost spirit wine is spider venom, you have my Yuan Yin body......"

"Official, live well......"

The charming woman smiled, like a moth to a fire, she wanted to stay away from Bao Wenzheng from now on, lest the nine-day thunderstorm spread.

Bao Wenzheng heard the words and looked at Chun Thirty Niang and Zuo Yuesu in disbelief, fearing that he would be in the midst of thunder, recalling the past, and suddenly realized......

Yes, they are demons and monsters, they are gentle and virtuous women who have no human world, and they may have been wanton and vicious, ruthless and ruthless, but that is with others!

When Zuo Yuesu and Jiuyoujian were in danger, in order to save their own lives, they did not hesitate to speak ill of each other, they were cunning and vicious thousand-year-old ghosts, but they were willing to fulfill their promise to face the old demon of Montenegro, but they did not want to weaken the spring thirty mothers......

The treasures of heaven and earth are so rare, but they are enjoyed at will in the Baimang Mountain, and when they say goodbye, they will give their lives to the "silver spider" of the relics......

Ask yourself, this thousand-year-old spider spirit spring thirty niang and thousand-year-old ghost Zuo Yuesu would rather be turned into powder in the Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation than harm their own family, is this kind of woman who is as deep as the sea really not as good as Princess Yueyue and the palace master of the Mercy Star......

"The clouds are clever, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man is ...... dark" Bao Wenzheng smiled lonely, and while he was desolate, he was even talking about self-deprecation, and he went straight into the dark clouds of the silver snake bursting out of the wind, and whispered: "As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win countless ...... in the world."

The silver serpent slashed down on the mountain, splattering with lightning like water, but the body wrapped in chains and shackles was barely self-contained, and endless chains and shackles poured out of the arch.

"Wenzheng, come back!"

"Husband, don't go!"

The charming woman stood in the air with a demon spear in her hand, and her pale cheeks were even more tearful, and she wanted to go against the wind in despair......

The strange and stunning woman was even more angry, and the long howl in the sky was even more invincible resentment, and there was a crystal clear flame that suddenly appeared, lingering on the delicate body, and the blood and tears were flowing down her cheeks......

"Heaven and earth are infinite, and Qiankun borrows the law!"

Bao Wenzheng let out a terrible long roar, and when the Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation was approaching, he pulled up the vast mana between the heavens and the earth, and one stone stirred up a thousand waves, and the Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation was suddenly tyrannical, and thousands of silver snakes tore through the sky and flooded the past in an instant......

There is a faint tone, but it is vaguely transmitted, it is the song "Queqiao Immortal" that has been passed down through the ages, and it is even more unswerving at this moment......

Tenderness is like water, the best period is like a dream, endure the return of the Magpie Bridge!

If the love between the two is long, how can it be in the morning and twilight......