Che Xing looked at the extraordinary green thunder, his eyes showed a touch of approval, with the cultivation of the Ling'er Qi refining period, the Taiyi green thunder was cast, but it was about the same as the power of the ordinary foundation building period.

"Is this the Taiyi spirit body? It is worthy of being a famous physique in ancient times. ”

The unkempt viewer with a withered face shook his head in approval.

Qing Lei came to a few people in the blink of an eye, roared at a few people, and shot fiercely, and a cyan arc crackled into a big net, and he just took it away at a few people.

Che Xing looked at this net, a mouth, a sword light swept the world, like a blazing sun, scorching like fire, the power grid and its touch, like hay was ignited, and it spread out, and in a moment, it was destroyed by the sword light.

Ling'er's little face turned white, although she knew that it would be like this, but there was still a sense of unwillingness in her heart.

"Uncles, don't stop Ling'er yet, Senior Brother is in a critical situation, please let Ling'er pass. ”

The woman in yellow shook her head, showing a hint of pity to Ling'er.

"Child, you and I can't help him, everything depends on his creation!"

Ling'er shook her head stubbornly, pursed her lips and didn't speak. Che Xing looked at Ling'er's appearance, his face changed, and he shouted.

"Girl, do you want to use ......?"

When Ling'er heard this, she didn't wait for Che Xing to finish speaking, she raised her head, looked at the few people opposite, and her eyes fell on Che Xing.

"Uncle Che is right, but Ling'er ...... Ling'er will leave sooner or later, so it is better to save the life of the senior brother. ”

Che Xing fell silent when he heard this, looked at Wu Hao and said lightly.

"Why does this son deserve such your help?"

After Ling'er listened, she also looked at Wu Hao. Wu Hao's face was distorted at this time, and streams of red light crawled away on his face.

"Because...... Because he is my brother. ”

"Senior Brother"

Several people thought lightly, and their thoughts were different. Che Xing sighed secretly, and then said to the sky, "Senior sister, your daughter has grown up!" Then he looked at Ling'er's delicate face and said softly, "That's it, you can go." ”

When several people behind him heard this, they were all shocked, and immediately persuaded each other.

"Senior brother be cautious, senior brother in charge ......"

After hearing this, Che Xing flashed with anger and said loudly, "It's okay, even if the head is here, I'm still like this." Since he chose to escape, let Ling'er make his own choice!"

When the other people heard this, although they had some expressions that wanted to say something, they all fell silent. On the contrary, he found that the two people who were trapped by Ling'er, and with a wave of his hand, the two of them moved. Xia Yu and the others looked at the car stars with embarrassed faces, and they didn't say much, and stood behind them respectfully.

Although Wu Hao was trying his best, the Fu Sword seemed to be integrated with the sword wall, and he didn't move at all. No matter what means Wu Hao uses, he can't get rid of it. As the sharp air flow intensified, a monstrous roar set off in his mind.

One after another, sword intent, with a sharp and sharp roar, continued to slash at Wu Hao's spiritual sense. Every sword intent takes away a trace of spiritual sense, and that kind of pain is like cutting one's own flesh little by little, and cutting one's bones layer by layer.

Originally, cultivators almost forgot about the pain, but Wu Hao's pain at this time, penetrating deep into the bone marrow and entering the soul, was by no means comparable to ordinary broken hands and feet.

These air currents, like materialized sword intent, swept through Wu Hao's mind, constantly eroding Wu Hao's spiritual sense, and the pain brought made Wu Hao unable to resist.

Although these sword intents were a little after the Fu Sword was devoured, the Fu Sword absorbed almost the sword intent contained in the spirit sword on the entire sword wall, and under so many bases, even a trace of it was quite terrifying, let alone a little.

Moreover, these sword intents are mottled, and the involvement is extremely complicated, even if they are refined by the Fu Sword, they are still not something that Wu Hao can resist now.

With the passage of time, Wu Hao turned from the initial struggle into a deep fear. The Fu Sword was originally transformed by Wu Hao's spells, and it did not have a physical body, but the sword wall did not know what was strange, and it actually made the Fu Sword as solid as iron, and you could feel a trace of coldness when you held it in your hand. Wu Hao's mind could obviously feel the connection with the rune sword, but no matter how Wu Hao controlled it, the rune sword just couldn't dissipate. And there is a great suction, which sucks the arm tightly.

Although Wu Hao's body couldn't move, he was clear about everything that happened around him. Seeing that the head of Tianjian Peak and his party were coming, he had an inexplicable expectation in his heart, after all, although he had damaged the sword wall, as a disciple of Qingyunmen, he would never die without saving.

But Wu Hao's hopes were empty, and several people had no intention of making a move, but blocked Ling'er, which seemed to leave Wu Hao to fend for himself.

But after listening to the conversations of several people, Wu Hao's heart was cold. I actually have to rely on myself, and I can't rely on external forces. But there is no other way for him than to use the blood rune. However, with the vision of these foundation building periods, he rashly used runes, only for fear that the current predicament would not be resolved, and a new disaster would arise.

Wu Hao just heard the dialogue in front of a few people, and suddenly there was a throbbing of the soul in his mind, and the sea-like pain hit, blurring Wu Hao's consciousness.

Wu Hao had to grit his teeth and hold on, because it was too painful, and his lips were dripping with blood from his teeth. I don't know how long it took, Wu Hao felt a stream of information from the sword wall burrowing into his mind, and the rune sword turned into a little brilliance and melted into Wu Hao's body.

At this moment, the spiritual consciousness eroded by the sword intent fell to the ground like water droplets, splashing everywhere, and pieces of memory fragments were scattered in all directions.

Wu Hao only felt that his soul was divided into countless parts, and something was forcibly withdrawn from his body, and his whole body was weakly paralyzed.

There is no imaginary pain, no imaginary hardness. The whole body falls into a soft, natural fragrance that envelops the whole body.

A cloud of blue light, misty and misty, with an initial mist, spit out of Ling'er's mouth, and it was impossible to see what it was, only a trace of cyan mist.

Spit out this thing, Ling'er's little face was bloodless, and the breath on her body also declined, and the originally vague cultivation suddenly became the realm of the ninth layer of the qi refining period.

Ling'er looked at Wu Hao, who was breathless, lowered her head and said softly.

"Senior brother, Ling'er has no friends since she was a child, although you and I have not known each other for a long time, but Ling'er is very happy, especially standing on Yueyue's body, looking at the vast sky, as if seeing Ling'er's mother, although I haven't seen my mother, although they all say that I killed my mother, although my father is very strict with Ling'er, but I know that my mother must be willing to Ling'er live a happy life, since I met my brother, I am really happy, really laughing, so senior brother, you can't die, Ling'er can't bear you. ”

The blue light slowly melted into Wu Hao's forehead, and wisps of cyan mist, like the source force that opened the world, the scattered fragments were condensed little by little.

"Taiyi Qingguang, the root of heaven and earth, the source of chaos, the turbidity and light air. ”

Wu Hao only felt that his consciousness was about to dissipate, surrounded by a stream of light, like his mother's embrace, carefully cared for.

Those shattered fragments of spiritual consciousness were pulled by this light, and slowly recondensed. I don't know how many years have passed, Wu Hao seems to have a dream, those pains receded like a tide, and slowly opened his eyes.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Ling'er's delicate dimples, overflowing with joy, hanging on her little face, and looking at Wu Hao with a look of surprise.

"Senior brother, are you awake?"

Although Wu Hao felt that there seemed to be some changes in his body, he didn't have time to observe, so he was swept away by the figure that suddenly appeared in front of him, and left Ling'er and landed in the distance.

"Confused, how can you give him Taiyi Qingguang, you forgot that it was the seal left by your mother, if you don't have it, you ......"

When the middle-aged man said this, he couldn't say it anymore. Wu Hao landed in the distance, looking at this man, his eyes were fixed, this... This is Xuan Fengzi, the head of Qingyun.

"Daddy"

When Ling'er saw Xuan Fengzi, she shrank her head a little timidly, and said in a low voice.

Xuan Fengzi glanced at Ling'er, whose face was pale, and his always majestic face was slightly relaxed. He sighed slightly in his heart and said in his mouth.

"Either way, no matter what. The destiny of heaven is like this, even if you don't force this thing away now, with the speed of your cultivation, sooner or later your breath will leak out, and what should come will eventually come. ”

"I've seen the senior brother in charge" Che Xing and several people also flashed to Xuan Fengzi's side, and said separately.

Wu Hao looked at the scene in the field, and his mind figured out a lot in an instant. I see, it turns out that Ling'er is the daughter of the head, it turns out that Ling'er never mentions her family, it turns out that Ling'er seems to have some sorrows, all because she is the daughter of Xuan Fengzi.

As the daughter of Xuan Fengzi, she has too much to carry, even if she is unaccompanied, she has to force her face to laugh, just because she doesn't want her father to worry.

It's just that what is Ling'er's sorrow, and what can make the head of Qingyunmen helpless and powerless.

These are not what Wu Hao can know now, although Wu Hao wants to ask out loud, but is this possible? Even if he asks, who will answer. Even if you do the answer, what can you do?

Wu Hao looked at the few people in front of him, watched them take Ling'er away, looked at the hesitation in Ling'er's thin body, and looked at the lonely heart, as if this farewell was a farewell.

Wu Hao looked at the few rays of light that had taken off in the air, stood up and chased after him weakly, except for the sound of the wind, only Wu Hao's thin figure remained, drowning in the devastation here.

Although Xiang Feng looked at Wu Hao unwillingly, under Xia Yu's gaze, he couldn't help but leave. Xia Yu also glanced at Wu Hao deeply and disappeared into Wanjian Mountain.

Wu Hao looked around indifferently, the sword wall still collapsed, leaving a hole of different depths. Vaguely, there was a girl standing there before, a girl who loved to laugh, with two shallow dimples, and the smile was very charming.

It's just that now, everything is empty, and the smile of the past has still become the deepest memory in my heart. Wu Hao knows that today's farewell, and there is no time to see each other.

And in my current situation, I am only afraid of ...... glanced at the white light mask that fell not far from him, it was a formation that Xuan Fengzi had laid when he left. There is no power to attack, but it is not something that Wu Hao can leave now.

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