The night breeze is gentle, and the autumn is deep and cool.

A huge crane came from above the clouds, and the sound of the crane was as far away as the sky.

On the wide crane's back, Xiu'er felt hot all over her body, and she became weak.

If Xiu'er had a bronze mirror in her hand now, she would definitely know that her face was as red as a cooked shrimp.

Xiu'er doesn't know what happened to his brother Zhou now, but he at least knows that if he stays by Brother Zhou's side, he will only be a burden, and he will only make Brother Zhou a clone.

Even if she was uneasy in her heart, Xiu'er rode on the crane and walked away from the distance.

After all, she is already in her prime, and she is no longer a child.

Xiu'er looked back frequently on top of the crane, until she could no longer hold the sleepiness on her body, so she lay on the crane's back and fell asleep.

The crane did not stop all night, crossing mountains and flying over rivers. Xiu'er, who was as red as a cooked shrimp, was so uncomfortable that she curled her body into a ball.

The peach hairpin was full of red light, and when Xiu'er was sleeping, it finally started and began to extract a trace of green gas from Xiu'er's body, turning into black smoke and dissipating.

It wasn't until the wisps of morning light came to the earth and the mountains and rivers under her feet gradually woke up that Xiu'er woke up from the dream as if she had experienced a nightmare. The whole person was dazed, and he had no strength at all.

It's just that Xiu'er didn't have time to feel the feeling of recovering from a serious illness, and the fairy crane made of paper had already exhausted its aura and turned into pieces of shredded paper and dispersed.

Xiu'er in the cloudy sky lost her support, fell from the sky, and fell into a huge artificial lake in an exclamation.

On this day, Pei Yuan, the head of the Pei family in Hedong, got up a rare early morning and accompanied his wife to take a walk in the back garden.

In this late autumn, all the cranes have flown south, where does this sound come from?

Both of them looked up, just in time to see a woman coming from the cloudy sky, draped in a burst of light, and falling into the small lake in their back garden.

"Boom!" thunder flashed, blood mist churning.

It's another lose-lose mutual injury.

Zhou Cheng's was already too lazy to care about himself, and he had fought with his life a few times with the fading blood shadow.

The journey of the avenue is just life and death. I don't know his death, but I know his life?

The battle of life and death, if you don't win, you will die, to the point where Zhou Cheng and the blood shadow no longer have any superfluous powers available, and until now they are like two rookies pecking each other, to see who can't hold it first and falls.

It's just that the process is a little scary.

There are clouds in the soldiers: put it in the place of death and then live, and fall into the place of death and then survive.

Zhou Cheng's breath was weak at this time, and his life was weak. But Lingtai knows the rare emptiness of the sea. It's too late, and I can't take care of all kinds of distractions. It also made the spirit of the whole body gradually merge into one.

Although Zhou Cheng himself was not aware of this process, it had already happened quietly after all.

, no matter what the object is, one is one after all, it is single, and it is also Dan!

Dan, single, one, single. But the way is not right, so the name is Dan. The sky is clear, the earth is peaceful, the valley is profitable, and people are immortal.

The world is like chess, and the way of heaven is like a game. Although Zhou Cheng felt the danger and opportunity in the village, he never imagined that he would be in this situation, when he forgot Xiu'er on this trip, forgot his family, forgot everything around him, and even forgot himself, he took off his shackles, and in the dantian sea of knowledge, the three flowers of spirit and spirit began to mix into one in the entrance.

At the same time, an undetectable point began to appear in the already dry cyclone.

I want to compare it to the Dantian Purple Mansion, the point that has just taken shape is as small as light dust, almost small and invisible.

Even if Zhou Cheng started to meditate and look inward desperately now, he might not be able to find such a weak point.

But Dan is Dan. It is the path of eternal life, in the void, the Tao is born as one existence.

This is the seed of the immortal fetus, and it is also the beginning of immortality. How many cultivators have been able to get things that they can't get, but Zhou Cheng got them unintentionally.

When?, fate?

But cultivating the Tao is immortality, and how many people can put aside their life and death in order to prevent the plague from spreading like Zhou Cheng.

, where misfortune and blessing are relied on, and where blessing and misfortune lurk.

A drink and a peck are determined by heaven, and chance is always unintentional.

On the verge of life and death, life hangs by a thread, this is Zhou Cheng's catastrophe and Zhou Cheng's fate.

The blood mist over the village has faded to the surface, and Zhou Cheng's thunderous blows again and again will naturally not be untargeted. In order to replenish itself, the blood shadow absorbed the surrounding blood mist again and again, allowing itself to recover slightly, but also depriving itself of the greatest reliance it hid.

The Blood Fountain is the Blood Fountain, that is where the filthy blood is, no matter how the Blood Shadow makes the Blood Sea its home, all it can absorb is the blood mist floating in the sky, not the mini blood sea that gathers into a pond on the ground.

"Thunder!" The talisman on Zhou Cheng's body has long been exhausted, and the only thing he can use now is the sword in his hand. Accumulated strength for a long time, for this final blow.

Because neither he nor the Blood Shadow can afford to consume it anymore. Even if there is a talisman to stop the injury, it will not cure the injury after all. Now Zhou Cheng felt that his blood was about to run dry.

As for the blood shadow, it is not better at this time, just by looking at the almost transparent body, you can know that if you don't find a living person to replenish your blood qi quickly, the only ending is to disappear.

The Blood Shadow can't afford to spend the same!

With Zhou Cheng's shout, the Tianshu Immortal Sword flashed again, and the dense ball of thunder tribulation suddenly exploded, flashing in a ball of electric light, and between the roar of thunder, a thin transparent ice spike was only half an inch away from the center of Zhou Cheng's eyebrows.

The slightest loss is victory or defeat, and it is life and death.

Zhou Cheng fought again and again, his blood almost ran dry, and he restrained his sword speed slightly, and now with all his strength, he finally had the last laugh.

"Taiyi is immeasurably looking for a voice to help the suffering!" Zhou Cheng put away his sword and returned, and slowly bowed to the blood shadow.

"Boom!" was a sound, but it was not thunder, but the sound of a fire suddenly ignishing.

Zhou Cheng fought with each other to send the pure yang thunder fire into the blood shadow again and again, and when the one disappeared and the other rose, the yin and evil qi of the blood shadow could no longer suppress the pure yang thunder fire.

Of course, Zhou Cheng's move is also a means of blood shadow, the blood shadow is no longer pure yin, and yang energy counterattacks. Zhou Cheng has a lot of evil aura on his body, at least he can suppress it.

The shadow of blood was burning, sizzling. A body of yin and evil qi from the Nine Shadows turned out to be the best fuel for thunder and fire.

The cathode is yang, the anode is yin, and the mystery of the Tao is nothing more than this.

"Ahh It's as if you want to extinguish the thunder and fire on your body.

Zhou Cheng was slightly surprised, but it was only for a moment. After understanding, Zhou Cheng sighed slightly and said, "I didn't expect you to be alive at all, and the Nine Shadows Monster didn't devour your soul cleanly?"

A roar and scream, terrible and painful. Thunder and fire devouring souls is the most painful punishment between heaven and earth. This may be the pain that really touches the soul!

"You have parents, wives and children, others also have parents, wives and children, you have a blood feud and do not hesitate to let countless people in the world be buried together, but have you ever thought about it, if the plague is flourishing and thousands of creatures die under the plague, who should you find to take revenge?" Zhou Cheng shook his head and sighed, letting the thunder fire continue to burn. Until the roar faded away, and finally disappeared into the pre-dawn night.

There is no way for good and evil, only they invite themselves, and the retribution of good and evil follows like a shadow.

Going up in smoke is also an ending!

Zhou Cheng watched the last bit of thunder finally extinguish before slowly turning around and leaving.

This is a big locust tree, an old locust tree that grows in the middle of this village, and has watched the ups and downs of the village for hundreds of years.

Zhou Cheng walked under the big locust tree, squatted down, and after gently wiping the dust under the big tree, he immediately found a bead.

A soul orb.

"I see!" Zhou Cheng sighed slightly, casually picked up the Soul Fixing Bead and put it in his pocket, and then watched one phantom figure after another fly out of the soil under the big locust tree.

They're the villagers!

Zhou Cheng saw a bright red in the more than 100 phantoms, a woman wearing a bride's dress.

That's one of the protagonists of that wedding feast, right?

Zhou Cheng's gaze froze slightly, looked at the place where the blood light disappeared in the distance, and sighed faintly.

"The edict of the Taishang, the lonely soul of Chaoyou, the ghost of everything, the four lives are entrusted, the headless are super, the headless are promoted, the gun is killed, the diving rope is suspended, the light death is dark, the unjust death is surrendered... With the slow sound of the scriptures, a gate slowly opened in the last gate of night before dawn.

This goes to the netherworld, the rights and wrongs of the world, and the grievances and grievances have all disappeared since then.

"Thank you, Immortal Chief!" What Zhou Cheng didn't expect was that when the red phantom passed in front of him, it would pause and leave slowly after bowing lightly.

"What did she understand?" Zhou Cheng squinted his eyes as he watched the gate of the Netherworld slowly close, and then turned his head to look at the red glow that was gradually brightening to the east.

"Front, soldiers, fights, people, all, columns, arrays, fronts, lines!" handprints overlapped one after another, and thunder and fire filled the former village in an instant.

Zhou Cheng walked in a fire, walking on the ground, but there was no smile on his pale face, and he was so cold that he didn't look like a living person.

"The world is full of wind and clouds, the soldiers have never stopped, there are many disasters in the common people, and the white bones are high-rise!" Zhou Cheng shook his head and left slowly.

Just a quarter of an hour after Zhou Cheng left, amid the roar of countless horses' hooves, a black line swept from the sky, rolling in front of the village where the flames were not extinguished.

On the banner of the chief general in the center of the military array, the five big characters of "General Zhao Ran!" were scorching.