Tian Ling'er naturally didn't know what happened at the gate of the city after she left, at this time she had been walking in the city, and along the way she saw many people dressed in black and white, rebuilding houses, some carrying wood, some building beams, it was a thriving scene, but Tian Ling'er saw the sadness in it. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

One by one, the walking people are either like walking corpses, or they are in a hurry, their faces are sad, and they can't see the slightest joy, but under the terrifying destruction of the bloodsucking ancestor, I don't know how many people in Ningyang have died of their relatives, and I don't know how many people have been destroyed, in this case, who can be happy?

"The heavens are unfair, my Wang Shan has done good deeds all his life, accumulated virtue all his life, and every evil thing he has done has been repaid with ten times the good deeds, why did I let my old wife and children be scattered, why, why...... The heavens are unfair......"

Walking forward step by step, Tian Ling'er looked at a middle-aged man sitting on a stone and crying not far ahead, an old servant beside him to persuade him, and passers-by around him couldn't bear to talk in a whisper.

Tian Ling'er's heart jumped up, looking at everything here like a bystander in a high place, not sad, not resentful, maybe a little self-blame in his heart, but more of a warning to himself.

Weakness is always the original sin, and the aftermath of the battle between the weak and the strong can take away everything you cherish, especially in this cultivation world where there are no rules of law, grief is useless, resentment is useless, only being strong is the foundation of protecting everything!

"It's still not strong enough!"

Beyond the crying middle age, it didn't take long for Tian Ling'er to stop, she had already seen Amber Zhu Aya, in a fairly intact tailor shop not far ahead, hanging in the most conspicuous place for sale.

But Tian Ling'er couldn't be happy, because there was a purple knife suspended above the tailor's shop, and there was someone on the knife, a woman, a very beautiful mature and beautiful woman, Tsing Yi Luo shirt, charming and natural, who is it not Mrs. Sanmiao!

It's a familiar scene, a familiar taste.

Tian Ling'er patted her head, raised her head leisurely, looked at Mrs. Sanmiao in mid-air, and said helplessly.

"Shizun is chasing after him day and night, aren't you tired?"

"Criminal, since you still think of the teacher, don't hurry up and go back with the teacher, this time the teacher can not blame the past, otherwise, once the teacher makes a move, it will not be as simple as now!"

In mid-air, Mrs. Sanmiao's eyes were half-narrowed, and between opening and closing, her eyes pierced like electricity, and at the same time she scolded in a deep voice, but Tian Ling'er was not afraid, and calmly looked at Mrs. Sanmiao, they had already arrived here, how could they go back obediently with Mrs. Sanmiao, in the end, they still had to do it!

"Obsessed!"

Sometimes not speaking is the best statement, Mrs. Sanmiao looked at this disciple who was calmly looking at her, and the anger that had been subsided in the past few days couldn't help but ignite again.

Maybe she never really understood this disciple, even when she first accepted it, she just felt that this disciple was indifferent, and it was difficult to open her heart and truly accept the Hehuan faction.

When the golden bottle and Tian Ling'er didn't deal with each other, they wanted to let the two fight, sit on the wall and watch, and finally help Tian Ling'er when he was about to lose, and cooperate with the unique charm of the Hehuan faction to gain Tian Ling'er's loyalty in one fell swoop.

But now it seems that I thought it was wrong, but...

So what does it matter...

The purple mang knife dragged Mrs. Sanmiao down slowly, fell on the roof of the tailor's shop, and turned into a purple mang, and returned to Mrs. Sanmiao's hand, a purple mang on the blade loomed, but there was a terrifying power hidden in it that even Tian Ling'er felt frightened was brewing in it, and it was ready to be attacked, as if it was about to bombard down in the next moment.

Regardless of the power, this pressure alone can drive anyone facing this knife crazy.

"The last thing I want to ask you is whether to go back with the teacher!"

At this time, Mrs. Sanmiao lowered her head and looked down at Tian Ling'er from a high place, her cold voice was like nine cold ice, and the slightest murderous aura leaked out, rendering the entire street a little colder.

The few mortals on the street also fled after shouting at the immortal master, but Lady Sanmiao and Tian Ling'er looked at each other.

"Mrs. Sanmiao, since you already know the result, why bother to say more. ”

"Okay, criminal, you don't even call the master anymore, you have been in the house for so long, and you blame me for not teaching you etiquette, then I will take action today and teach you what it is to respect the teacher!"

After saying a word, she was extremely angry, and Mrs. Sanmiao pressed it with one hand, and in an instant, the purple mangs of the knife body in her hand were sheng, and she slashed down towards Tian Ling'er in the air!

"It's good to come!"

The terrifying purple mang seemed to be about to split the space in half, but Tian Ling'er was blazing in his eyes, not afraid at all, holding the blood condensing pill, gathering spiritual power, wearing the black light gloves that had already been worn, he stepped out, raised his hand and clenched his fist, and according to the spiritual sense in the underworld, he bombarded the weakest part of the purple mang!

'Ding!'

With a soft sound, Zimang collided with the glove wrapped in blue light, and in the next moment, Zimang bounced away and hung in midair, revealing the original appearance of the blade.

And Tian Ling'er also stepped back three steps and stopped, raised her hand to look at the small opening left by the purple light on the black light glove, her face remained unchanged, but she sighed in her heart.

"Sure enough, a magic glove that is only collected by the secular royal palace is still far behind the famous Nine Heavens Divine Soldiers in this world......