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The sudden change made Qian Heng look solemn and looked at the bloody man in front of him. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info he didn't understand why he still felt threatened.

If he could threaten it, why did he drag it all over his body?

I don't understand.

But it doesn't prevent him from reconcentrating his blood and qi on the Pu Dao, even if you really have the power to threaten me, what about it?

The weak who hold high the banner of justice, the knife in my hand will not give you a chance.

There was almost no accumulation of strength, and the internal power of the blood knife with killing intent suddenly exploded. The rich blood gas stained the knife, but it looked like a fritter dipped in blood.

Meng Bai also didn't know why he had such a ridiculous association at this time. But he gradually felt that he was closer to the world.

It's close.

Under a giant tree that has grown for hundreds of years in Mt. Aokawa, the sun shines through the leaves on the flowers and plants that grow everywhere, and there is a prison for a woman who was robbed by a thief in Aokawa.

Under this tree, you can smell the stench of the prison. If there is no desire to vent, the Qingchuan thieves will never come here.

The excrement that can be found everywhere is even mixed around the rice trough, and yes, it is the rice trough. Qingchuan thieves treat these women like pigs.

Toilets, do you still need to build toilets for pigs?

Is there resentment here?

Countless delicate women have screamed in pain here.

But even though they were hoarse, the shackles on their naked bodies never dissipated.

Spring goes to autumn, flowers fall and bloom. Talented and beautiful women chant poems against each other, sighing that time flies, white clouds and dogs.

This is not their beauty. They were once pursued by young boys, but now they are locked up in dungeons for no day.

Grievances?

All they did was watch the beautiful girl who had just been imprisoned clinging to the shabby and cramped wooden window, looking helplessly at the blue sky.

Fear, worry, have long been numbed by time.

They are like white puppets, played with by these bandits at will, and the senseless resistance can only make the bandits on them more excited.

Waiting for the day, die.

Damp, foul smell, these gases wafted through Yao Qingqin's body, and they couldn't make her react at all.

Three years ago, how could she have imagined that she would have such a day? The early stage of cultivation made it impossible for her to die after being tortured.

Death is such a distant luxury?

Without these, she is still the lively and lovely girl. A person, carrying a sword, swaying his fairy skirt lightly, with his bare feet, slapping the clear water of the lake.

Sit on a rocking boat and take a gentle bite of an apple. Looking back, two sweet dimples were revealed.

Perhaps, no, there must be many young swordsmen who are obsessed with her. With a sword on his back, he traveled with her all over the world.

These mirrors made her heart ache a little.

She's been numb for three years, and for some reason, she thinks of it today.

The heart seems to be beating slowly again. It's as if you're greeting something.

Lift up that dust-stained face, that little window, when did such a strong light come in?

It seems like everything is back.

Her internal force.

Her swordsmanship.

Her innocent face.

It's all back.

"I, why am I like this?"

When the brain resumed thinking again, Yao Qingqin's tears flowed again.

Looking at his already bruised, dirty and naked body. Yao Qingqin grabbed her hand tightly, and her nails pierced the skin.

Eyes swept over the place where she had been held for several years, and everywhere she could see girls living like livestock.

Yao Qingqin couldn't believe that he was living like this, and he had lived for three years.

Memories kept hitting her brain, but they didn't seem to be her experience.

As a bystander, she saw the past three years clearly.

Blood stained her hands red and washed away the dust.

Within a radius of a hundred miles, those who have reached the innate level of martial arts all felt a sudden shock in their hearts.

At the foot of Qingchuan Mountain, an old man with coarse cloth clothes, holding a hoe, kept working on the land, sweating like rain. It's completely an old peasant's dress, and there's nothing out of the ordinary.

But when the innate man's heart shook, his deeply buried head suddenly lifted.

"Red Dust Refines the Heart! Is it actually the Red Dust Refines the Heart?" the old man's face was full of incredulity, and the hoe did not hold it, and smashed it on his foot.

A few children looked at the old farmer with amusement, waiting for him to clasp his feet and shout. But let them down.

Syllable!

The hoe was torn apart and scattered across the earth, not even a single blade of grass was harmed.

The child hurriedly rubbed his eyes, only to find that everything had returned to its original state.

It's still the old farmer, it's the hoe, it's the weeds.

"Erzhu, you saw that ...... just now The ......" The child found himself unable to speak any words to explain what had just happened.

"What, you saw it too?" Erzhu was also incredible.

"Are we all mistaken?" the two children scratched their heads, unable to think clearly, and soon went to play somewhere else.

When only the old farmer was left in the field, a sigh sounded out of nowhere.

"I didn't expect that I had been working hard here for ten years, but I hadn't done it yet. Other people's business, but I make a fuss. Even the internal forces forgot to control. ”

The sound was closed, and the old peasant raised his hoe high. Viciously attacking the weeds.

Or old peasants, hoes, weeds. It's tiring to watch.

"Red Dust Refining Heart? Someone in this small place can do it? It's really interesting, but it's a pity that I didn't have the opportunity to go and see it. The man in white whipped his horse again. The reddish-brown horse sped up a bit.

"Yaoyao, what's wrong with you?" asked Zhang Zheng suspiciously.

"Red Dust Refining Heart?"

"What?"

"I said that Hongchen refines the heart, you fool!" Zhao Zhiyao said angrily.

"Hongchen refining the heart? You said that the pulse just now was the induction of the red dust refining the heart?"

When Zhang Zheng reacted, the degree of exaggeration was far higher than that of Zhao Zhiyao. Although Hongchen's heart was like thunder, it was the first time he felt it.

"Of course, it's just that on this Qingchuan Mountain, who did it?" Zhao Zhiyao fell into deep thought.

Red dust refining the heart, as the name suggests, cultivates the state of mind with all kinds of states in the world. In the past, it was only described as a special kind of cultivation process for ascetics. It wasn't until one day, after someone mastered this strange power, that it was recognized by the world.

No matter how they entered this realm, the cultivators around him would feel a kind of resonance.

Of course, the more powerful it is, the more obvious the induction. The day after tomorrow is almost imperceptible.

Meng Bai's face remained unchanged, and he didn't know if he had seen it. He just felt the world quietly. He knew that the world was near to him.

"Red Dust Refines Your Heart, Boy, You're very powerful! It's a pity that you're going to die by my sword after all. Qian Heng's look of surprise flashed in front of his eyes. His heart gradually relaxed, maybe Hongchen refining his heart would give him some threats. However, this kind of growth-type talent cannot reach the level of crossing a large realm to improve its strength.

It was clear that he had misunderstood something.

But will Meng Bai in this state explain it to him? Of course not.

Yao Qingqin felt that he had fallen into an extremely strange state, was he angry?

But my heart is still so calm. She sneaked out of her home at the age of fifteen, and naturally she didn't understand what Hongchen Heart Refining was.

She just felt that everything was so taken for granted, and it was so natural to sense the evil with blood not far away.

It is also natural to sense another wave of justice that is about to erupt.

It is only natural that the sealed acupuncture channel is unblocked.

Even the meridians that were previously unreachable now don't seem so far away.

Her mind moved, and she ran the family's internal force exercises.

The twelve canons were instantly filled, and she took her familiar friend and began to attack the eight veins of the Qi Sutra.

Du Mai, she chose the most difficult one as soon as she came up. But it's easy to get through.

Ren, Chong, Belt, Yin Stilts, Yang Stilts, Yin Dimension, Yang Dimension

Without a trace of obstacles, all opened.

She went straight to the late congenital stage.

Three years, what an incredible thing. Maybe it is not impossible for someone to be able to cultivate from the early stage of innate to the late stage of innate in three years, and even break through to the hundred veins.

But for Hongchen Lianxin, three years is simply an incredible achievement.

But if Yao Qingqin was given a chance to choose, she would rather not have these. She just hopes that she is still the innocent little girl who even blushes when she sees the living.

"Qingchuan thief!

The voice is beautiful, but a little more tough.

Yao Qingqin stood up, jumped slightly, and stepped over several girls who were still alive like animals.

She wanted to save them immediately, but she had more important things to do. She thought to herself, if it weren't for that breath of justice. Maybe she's still one of the people here, right?

The purple internal force of both hands gathered, quite the taste of Zixia Divine Skill. But it is obviously very different from authentic Taoist martial arts.

"Drink!"

The girl snorted, and her hands slapped the solid stone wall. She had tried to hit the stone wall countless times, but had never succeeded.

But this time, nothing could stand in her way.

It is not only the internal force in the late congenital stage, but more importantly, the red dust refining the heart.

Red Dust refining the heart is not known for not having any demons in the heart. But the person who has it will always have a special power in the internal force, just like the Dharma, the power of willingness, or the righteousness of the great righteousness.

The stone wall shattered, and she strode out. This is the first time in three years that she has looked at the sunshine so seriously. But she didn't hold on and found some men's clean clothes in a recent hut.

There was some reluctance on his face, but he still held it in his hand. Run in one direction towards Mt. Aokawa.

But it was not the direction where Meng Bai was, she believed that the breath of justice would never be easily eliminated like this.

On this peak where the Qingchuan Mountain bandits are located, all the creatures began to be restless.

What's there, it's coming......

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