Chapter 277: [Tian Yin Ge] This seat is cold
With this sound, the golden violent killing and killing blade is called out, and it is mad!
Everyone changed, and the high-ranking disciples of Tianyin Pavilion were taken back a step further, but then they screamed hard and shouted: "No retreat, you can't misplace!"
"How can these evils be kept! You must scoop the roots!"
Both sides had to make an arrow on the string, and the air was stretched to the extreme -
"Hands!"
The sound is like a drop of water, falling into the oil pan, and suddenly it is a piece! I saw the curse and the sharp blade from the center of the four-way execution, and the late night of the night, the Qinghuai, the golden light broke through the clouds. With the power of one person, he faced the monks who came from the tidal waves. The swordsmanship and **** flowers in the eyes of the phoenixes made him look like a Shura.
He guarded the ink, with a sword, with flesh and blood, with a life, and all the innocence after that.
No one listened to him, and no one was willing to put two trapped beasts in a desperate situation. No hope, no redemption, no trust, no light.
All of their last things are left with each other.
"Inflammable, I will bear it, I will take you away."
Suddenly, a curse slammed the arm of Chu Yuning, and the blood rushed in the moment, and the wound was deeply visible. But Chu Xiaoning just bite his lower lip and slammed it with a sword.
"Quickly open!" The monk on the court exclaimed, "Get out!!"
There is a terrifying trend in Huaisha. This sword has been banging loudly, the sand and the sky are all over the sky, and the swords are staggered and criss-crossed, and several deep gaps are found on the ground.
The wood smoke is sharp and sharp: "Chu night Ning! There is no heaven in your eyes!"
"..."
Seeing him ignore it, the wood smoke became more and more angry, and drunk: "Do you want to openly confront God, against the will?!"
Someone shouted at the spectator: "Beidou Xianzun, you let it go. Do you want to be a repeater in the realm of cultivation?"
Under the bursting suffocation of Huaisha, no one was able to approach the first half of the time.
Chu night Ning finally turned his face over half of the face, looked at the monks of Tianyin Pavilion, and said: "...I am already."
After all, he gritted his teeth and took a dying smoldering fire. He put the man with blood and blood on his shoulder and muttered: "Don’t be afraid, it’s over. Let's go, let's go home... I will take you home."
But he looked to the front, and the moment in front of him was already a **** road. He killed the monks of the Tianyin Pavilion, and there were more red-eyed dead men behind the broken limbs.
Where is the family?
They have nowhere to go, only **** can vote.
In the end, he did not know how many people he killed, and finally he was able to get out. When the smoldering sword was used to vacate the nine, he was shaking slightly. He has never taken so many innocent lives. He is now dyed with ink-burning blood, his own blood, and more of the blood of the Tianyin Pavilion.
Dirty.
Dirty in the bones, can not wash again.
Clouds are gathering in front of the eyes, and there is a piece of heaven and earth.
Where should I go?
Lushan is impossible, Dragon Blood Mountain is no longer safe... The sorrow of death... How can he have a face and drag on to death?
"Master respect..."
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"What nonsense!"
The ink burned but just shook his head: "You have come to me, you don't want me." He was very stubborn and tried very hard to squeeze out a smile, even though his eyes were a little distracted. "This is Enough... I have a family... enough..."
"Give me back, send me back...you still have a way out..." His voice was getting lighter and his eyelashes were gradually sag, but he still glared at the sleeves of Chu’s late night, whispering. Repeat, "You still have a way out..."
"No." Chu night is like a knife, he buckled the cold palm of his hand and put him in his arms. "I have no retreat, I will not go anywhere."
"..."
"I'll be with you."
If it was in the past, the ink burned and heard that Chu Ningning said this to himself, he would be ecstatic and open, but at this moment he heard this sentence, but he was blind and at a loss. He raised his hand, but he did all his strength, and just lifted his hand.
The bloodstains of the Great Beach Big Beach have already dyed his clothes, and the ink burned eventually lost consciousness. It fell in the night of Ning Huai.
Chu Xiu Ning holds the weaker and weaker body in his arms, and he can no longer be patient. He is not sure whether they will chase after the soldiers. I don’t know how long they will arrive, he will come to the vicinity with ink. On one of the hillsides, his hand shook too much, and after a few dials, he randomly opened the smoldering clothes.
- A **** hole in the heart.
The brain slammed open, and he didn't even dare to look at the face of the moment.
He suddenly thought that in the past life, ink burned his bones for two years.
What kind of mood will he be in the days and nights of those two years?
"You don't go, the ink burns..." The hands overlapped before his wounds, and he sent a steady flow of spiritual power to him. The night of the **** blood was kept in the same smoldering blood, like a hunter. A beast that has not yet died.
In the afterglow of the last days, the blood melted the blood, and the meat was wrapped around the flesh.
"You can't go, it's not your fault... It's never your fault..."
The ink burns, the ink is dark, and the burning is light. He sought light in his life, but he could not escape the darkness of the night. Chu nightning finally took the courage to look at the burning face, only a glance, almost collapsed.
The face is already alive, the shadow of a living person is no longer there, the white is terrible, it is blood, and there is even a mottled old cockroach at the brow bone - it is a trace of a stone that was once smashed.
He couldn't help it anymore, and he burst into tears in front of the ink and burned his heart.
This is the boy who once stalked him under the Tongtian Tower, splendidly and vigorously, and told him "Xianjun Xianjun, do you reason?"
Why... It’s all blood...why... no more angry, no scars left in the eyebrows.
I can't recognize it... I can't recognize it.
So what exactly did the ink rain do wrong? Throughout his life, he suffered such suffering and suffering.
It may be because he has no relatives and no reason, so he even bullies him. In the cracks in his life, the smile that he tried to fold out was still regarded by the world as a face that was awkward.
Who knows the predecessor of the mud, but also Fang Fangfei in mid-April.
"... Chu is late."
Suddenly, a familiar voice screamed coldly in the distance.
"Do you want to save him, do you not hesitate to lose your good name?"
Chu night Ning was stiff and looked up. He saw a tall figure against the sun and slowly approached him.
Stepping on the emperor, standing between the trees, squinting, staring at them.
"I thought that the most important thing in this world for you is that you are innocent." He said slowly, "I don't think you will end up dirty for him."
He stepped closer, the dark embroidered dark dragon pattern glared in the sun, and the black gold smashing red scorpion finally stopped in front of them.
Almost instinctively, Chu nights up and up, the golden light in the palm of the hand suddenly rises, and Tian asked to come out - he is standing between the past and the present.
Stepping on the eye of the fairy, the line of sight first patrolled on the willow of the golden light, and then quietly returned to the body of Chu.
This man is now like being fished out of the blood. There are no pieces of clothing on the body that are clean. A pair of phoenix eyes are wet, and they are rushing toward their own eyes.
Stepping on the fairy smiled: "He is so important to you?"
"..."
Seeing the late night, I wouldn’t answer, and stepping on Xianjun would be cold and cold: "Let it open."
Chu late, Ning did not move, he was confused at the moment, but he still knew that this "ink burning" was just a weapon, an empty fleshy body.
The sneer of the corner of the body is becoming more and more cruel: "Why, do you think that you are so stunned, this seat will take you no way?"
"...I want to take him away."
"Where to go?"
Just one sentence, just like a sharp knife into the clam shell.
Stepping on the eyes of Emperor Xiandi, he sneered and said: "Chu Ningning, you ask yourself, this red dust, in addition to this seat is willing to take you, where is your place. ... Take him away? Don't be ridiculous."
He stepped forward, his hands were like a slap in the air, and he slammed the chin of Chu’s lateness and approached.
"The last point in his body that has not been cleaned is the one. You are also your own. You better set your position."
When the voice fell, suddenly the golden light violently, and stepped on the prince in time to grab the hand, but the cheek still felt a burning pain. He smacked at random, and he was asked by the day to open a hemorrhoids mouth, black blood flowing down the face.
"..." Stepping Xianjun was silent for a long while, and raised his eyelids in a haze. The look on his face could not tell whether he was angry or happy. His nose was wrinkled, his emotions and his face were almost distorted. "Good, very good." ”
He laughed awkwardly, waving his sleeves and hunting in the black robe.
"I can't think of it for a long time, this seat can still fight with the sky." Raise the long fingers, touched the cheeks, smashed the blood, and stepped on the darkness of the fairy, staring at the face of Chu Yuning, " This seat is very nostalgic."
Behind the ink, the life is hanging on the line, and it may take a while to delay. Chu Xi Ning, even if the mind is chaos, I also know that I can’t talk to the fairy.
"Tian asked - people!"
Stepping on the fairy, the toes just plucked, the ground has cracked thousands of mouths, countless rough willows from the depths of the earth, and spurred toward him. Other soft vines wrap the infatuated Mo Zongshi into the abdomen, and protect it densely in the depths of the willow branches.
Stepping on the fairy standing in the middle of the battle, Chu Xiaoning, almost laughed: "You treat it differently?"
"Heaven, wind."
"..."
His own questioning has only been exchanged for a more violent offensive, and the blade-like wind is sweeping, and there is no resentment, it is a fake.
Stepping on the man who stared at the man on the ground, he suddenly felt a long-lost sorrow and grief in his heart. It was such a moment of distraction, the wind blade smashed to his ribs, he violently ate pain, bowed his head and saw the black blood flowing out of the wound.
He hurt him again...
No matter in his life or in his life, Chu Jingning never put him in his eyes.
The throat was steep and stunned. Stepping on Xianjun’s pretending smile, he tightened his hand and raised his hand and said: “No call!”
When Biye Zhuqiao was in the past, and one year did not return, but what happened? Jun returned, not facing his sword, not for such stupid reasons, want his blood, want his life!
Suddenly hate.
Do not return to the day to meet, the two gods are issued a dragon and a tiger.
For two lifetimes.
It’s been two years since the last life and death of these two weapons. The engraving on the blade handle has long been worn out, as the past days of stepping Xianjun and Beidou Xianzun have been broken.
The golden glory and the radiance of the brilliance are biting each other, seemingly hating the blood, and seemingly lingering. In this constant light and shadow, Teng Xianjun stared at the face in front of her eyes.
The blood is mottled and the look is complicated.
living.
The heart is violently violent and the burning is severe.
He bit his alveolar and suddenly he was very reluctant to ask: "Why is it all me... you have to fight for him and fight with this seat."
"..."
Chu nightning does not know what to say, facing a body, no matter what is said to be useless.
But I don't know if the flame is too glaring, it makes people feel illusory. He has a moment, and feels that the eyes of stepping on Xianjun are so painful and lonely.
It seems to be moist.
"He hurts like this, you will feel uncomfortable. That seat." Stepping Xianjun hoarsely, trying to be sullen, but that is not too lucrative, he hates not to burn these ash, but the fire When he got up, the flames made him red.
"Chu Ningning. You know that after the resurrection of this seat, you can see the red lotus in the water, you don't even have bones... What do you feel?"
Chu night is a glimpse. Finally, I couldn’t help but say that the stepping fairy who said this sentence was closed, and the muscles on her face were tight. Resentment and humiliation, suffering and madness made him almost crazy, and he suddenly infused all the spiritual power into it.
I only heard a loud noise!
The rock smashed and the ground moved. The vegetation around him was crushed into powder by the fierce spiritual flow in an instant, and the willows could not withstand the violent anger, and they collapsed into ash.
"Approximately ten years!"
In this scatter of ash, the eyes of the madness of the singer are clear, and his eyes are scarlet.
"Ten years, Chu night Ning. He was born again in the past, leaving his seat to be awakened in the death of life, in the Wushan Temple. This decade in the letter knows all kinds of joy in your letter, know his great achievements - What about me? Me!!"
The blade fell down, the sand flew away, and the ground broke through the bottomless gap.
"I have only one person from beginning to end! When he came over from the beginning, I didn't even have a skeleton!"
Mo Mou, Chu Xi Ning withdraws to the sky to ask, to meet with Huaisha.
But this is the blade of the killing, so that the stepping of the fairy is more and more violent, he is like a ghost returning from **** at this moment, resentment deep.
His kind of eyes made Chu lateing feel uncomfortable.
... Why is it just a corpse, and there is such a strong emotion.
"Why do you treat me like this."
The flames burned the trees, and the falling leaves were still dyed with fire, the corners were black and the stars were bright and dark. When stepping on the black, he stepped on the power, and suddenly he plucked his back and plundered him. He stood in this sorrow and sorrow.
Chu nightning did not know why he suddenly withdrew, he saw him close his eyes, the two volumes of deep eyelashes in the town is too pale face. Stepping on the fairy said:
"Why do you treat me like this."
The voice fell, and the ground loomed with a rumble.
Chu night, the land is changing, he immediately turned back -
"Ink burning!"
Waiting to return to the front of the infatuated ink, but already heard the five words of the cold.
Step on the fairy road: "Hell. Masses."
The stone is shocked!
Chu Xi Ning's blood is cool, Liu Liu... Liu Teng... Stepping Xianjun and ink rain is simply a person, ink rain can summon a return, step Xianjun can also summon a devil!
The rough vines rose up and broke through the ground, stalking the body of the night. The other part of Liuteng cuts through the damaged days and will be entangled in the darkness of the willows.
Chu Xiaoning saw anxiously burning: "You stop!"
No one cares about him, stepping on the fairy to sneak into the ink burning, coldly looking at the depths of the vines, the same face as himself.
The eyes moved down and fell to the chest that was already bloody.
Chu night Ning screamed: "Tian asked -!"
However, Tian Wen and He Gui are the same level of Shenwu. They don’t lift their heads. They only reach out to the volley. The golden willows that are re-emerged are entangled with the flaming stalks, and they will never succeed or lose. .
Chu night Ning's lips are white and white, and the meridians in the hands are violently violent, trying to make a devil's bond with a flesh and blood.
"..." Stepping Xianjun finally turned his eyes, and looked at him intricately, his lips and lips sighing and whispering. "Chu Ning. You really hurt him."
After the words, he raised his hand and smashed the chest!
As long as the last bit of the nuclear debris, he will return to normal. He is the real stepping emperor, the real ink rain, the person who has endured ten years of loneliness and deserves to be paid.
He should be alive.
"Hey-!"
But in this electric light flint, a golden light flashed through, and straight through the palm of the stepping fairy.
Black blood, ticking down.
Teng Xianjun stared at the palm of his hand that was pierced by Tian Teng, and his face did not have any expression for a while.
pain?
Disappointed?
resentment?
I have tasted it too many times in my life, probably already used to it.
What he did last was just slowly turning his head back. Gujing looked at the man who was smashed and stunned by the ghosts.
Stepping on the palm of his hand was bloody, and he looked at him so deep and faintly, then suddenly smiled.
"Chu night Ning."
"..."
"Why don't you just lick my heart?"
Chu night Ning is shaking, and the ghost seems to have produced thousands of tiny thorns, and every inch of his musculature is tied. He is holding his sword and eyebrows. Under the eyelashes, the pair of phoenixes are full of pain.
Stepping on the fairy, looking at him, pouring spiritual power into the palm of his hand and breaking the willow.
At this moment, he suddenly did not rush to dig up the heart of the ink-burning meat. He stepped forward toward the night.
Approaching, with his own hand holding blood, stroked the pale face of Chu night.
"Ask you." He seems to be understatement, and he seems to hate to be born. "You are so embarrassed, why not just lick the heart of this seat."
"..."
"This seat is in your eyes, what is it..."
Stepping on the fairy sighed gently, falling down.
Chu nightning will not answer him. Teng Xianjun was about to say anything more, but at this moment, he suddenly noticed the flaming brilliance of the willows wrapped in the night. He suddenly looked at it and seemed to think of something, muttering: "Interrogation?"
Since the devil is the same as the day, then the question of the interrogation is the same.
The black-purple eyes of Teng Xianjun suddenly lit up, and he wanted to use the ghost to judge the truth in the mouth of the night. His lips moved, but probably didn't think about what to say, so he picked it up again. After a while, I tried to discretion: "Cough...if..."
"This seat is to say if."
The question to be asked seems to be too damaging, but such a god-given opportunity, I would rather regret it for the rest of my life.
After a long time, he was cold and cold, and he did not look at the eyes of Chu Yuning. He slowly finished his words: "If, for the rest of my life... I walked early and walked before you."
The light of the ghosts is getting more and more prosperous, forcing the people who are wrapped up, ready to confide in the truth.
Step on the fairy to raise his eyes.
"You... will you remember this one?"
The man wants to know the answer is too urgent, so Chu night Ning actually felt that thousands of steel needles stuck into the body, hurting the liver and intestines, each needle tried to force the truth in his heart, he trembled, musculoskeletal Cold, his face is green.
Stepping on the fairy, staring at him with a sigh of relief, his lips are light and his mind is deep.
"Do you know?"
"I..." hurt into the bone marrow, like to tear the viscera, and the night is forced to the sinister Chu nightning lifted the scorpion, faintly looked at the step of Xianxian.
In the moist water vapor, the handsome face is so familiar, with a thirst, and even a deep affection.
It was like the moonlight night long ago. On the tide of Feihua Island, the ink burned with him and he took his hand. He said, "I like you, how about you?"
The eyes are wet.
Chu Xiaoning is almost a scattered place, hoarsely whispered: "...the same..."
Perhaps the voice he answered was too light, or perhaps another reason. Stepping on the fairy is closer to himself, almost pressed against the late night, and has been sweaty, and the face is unmanned.
"What is the same?"
"The same..." The eyelashes hang down, and when they overlap, they are all warm and fuzzy. "I don't want to... let you walk before me..."
"..."
"I'm sorry." The voice was hoarse and unmistakable, like a broken cockroach. "I didn't protect you."
Stepping on the fairy stunned.
He had no **** face, and he looked more and more desolate in an instant.
The eardrum was rumbling in the thunder, and he couldn't help but think of the Tianshan Tianchi. When the man fell in his arms, he used a **** mottled hand to gently poke the forehead.
That person said, it is me who thins you, and does not complain.
The heart is sore and painful, and there seems to be something cracking inside.
"...night Ning..." He stood stiffly in the same place, like a woodcarving clay sculpture.
He reached out again, but this time it was not narrow. He didn't even know what it was because he just reached out and wanted to touch the face that was so similar to his previous life.
Cold, **** face.
Suddenly, a sharp whistle pierced the eardrum.
Stepping on the cheeks of Stephen is about to come to his fingers.
For the corpse, the eyes that carried too much emotion suddenly became hollow. Stepping on the arm, after the whistle, it was like losing self-awareness, slowly retreating, then waved and removed all the weapons.
If you don’t return to the past life, the ghosts of this life will disappear.
Chu nightning fell into the dust, but raised his eyes and saw a man with a white dress in the distance. The man wore a mask, holding a tube of jade flute between his fingers, and the other hand was holding a cane. .
The man stood at the end of the forest, among the fallen bamboo leaves, his body was so sturdy, standing quietly, leading the step of walking toward him.
"you are……"
"Let the ink master go." The man sighed, and the voice was obviously distorted by the voice-changing spell. "I can't support it for too long, and he will soon recover consciousness."
"..."
"Come on," the man said. "Tian Yin Ge and Hua Bi Nan will soon catch up. If they are caught by them, nothing can change."
Chu night Ning gritted his teeth and set the ink up, urging the dragon to symbolize, calling the dragon to carry them away.
Before the dragon leaped, he turned his head and glanced at the man standing in the depths of the bamboo forest, only to find that the man had to kneel on the ground to be able to ride forward.
There are some hidden memories in his mind, but I can’t think of it for a while.
"……Thank you."
The man just shook his head and urged: "Go away."
The paper dragon knew Chu Xinning's heart and spoke at this time: "The little brother is kind, my owner is afraid to ask your name, and if you have a relationship, you can come to thank you."
"..." The man was silent for a while, whispered, "I?"
Lin Muzhen rang, and his voice was very empty.
"I am just a person who is finally free."
The paper dragon also wants to ask again, but Chu Yuning knows that this person will not tell his identity. He gave the person a ritual, took a picture of the dragon body and said, "Let's go."
Since he spoke, the paper dragon knew the priority, and he did not say much. He took the sky and lifted it up, and immediately disappeared into the Baiyun Cang dog, and there was no trace.
The earth was moving, and the man in white wearing a quiet face stood quietly for a while. He looked up until the storm weakened and he went to silence. He looked at the sky that he could never see again. Unclear back, whispered:
"The disciple's teacher, congratulations to the master."
The sun shone and fell on his plain crown.
"The rivers and lakes are far away, the masters are respected, and they are taken care of all the way."