Fantasy: The opening pushes the ages

Jiang Jinyu is very beautiful, the kind of beauty who has been gentle for years, but in Ye Ming's eyes, there is only his crying little girl.

The two hugged each other tightly, weeping with joy.

Jiang Jinyu watched that scene from a distance, for some reason, she suddenly felt empty inside, as if a long time ago, there was such a person who treated her like this.

It's just that there seems to be a layer of haze on the surface of those memories. When she recalls those details, her head will ache, as if preventing her from continuing to recall.

So, after trying several times, she could only give up.

Next, with Jiang Jinyu's support and the astonishing operation just now, Ye Mu, the Patriarch of the Ye Mansion, was completely convinced, and the marriage between Ye Ming and Su Xuan'er went smoothly.

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A deep valley about a hundred miles away from Tianshu County.

There are few people here, almost no grass grows, and the spiritual power is extremely thin. The air is filled with a faint pungent bloody smell, and you can't even feel the existence of spiritual power. You can see the corpses of spirit beasts and huge skeletons everywhere. It is no exaggeration to say that, This place can almost be regarded as a restricted area for humans.

Along a long and narrow corridor, the dim vision suddenly opened up, and a deep pit that looked like a meteorite smashed out of the sky came into view.

As the line of sight drew closer, a shocking scene appeared. In the deep pit, there were actually countless corpses of spirit beasts buried. The dense white bones added a bit of gloom to the air.

It is densely packed, and it is estimated that there are tens of thousands of corpses.

But in the middle of the deep pit, a person seemed unable to feel the horror around him. He stood there quietly, dressed in a white robe, with an imposing manner, and just standing there, the aura he released had a kind of high mountain aura. stop feeling.

The dim sight shines on his side face, which is like a blade, revealing a bit of sharp arc.

Sword-browed and star-eyed, in the cold pupils, there is an indelible blood.

The man seemed to be thinking about something, his brows slowly frowned, and after a while, they slowly relaxed. The thick blood around him didn't stain his mood, and when he waved his hand, a white light radiated out.

"Little Lord."

Behind the man, a person suddenly appeared, that person walked to the man's side, first bowed his hands and saluted, then got up and said slowly: "Young master, your master is very upset that you went out without permission."

Feng Qitong turned her head slowly, looked at him, her usually cold eyes showed a little meanness, she opened her long and narrow lips, and said: "Whether he is happy or not, it has nothing to do with me?"

It seemed that Zhou Wu had expected the man to speak like this for a long time. Zhou Wu was not surprised. He lowered his head and smiled deeply. I hope the young master will not delay the auspicious time, otherwise, this consequence is not something you and I can bear."

Feng Qitong was silent.

He tilted his head slightly.

Complicated light appeared in the deep eyes.

After a long time, he said slowly: "Zhou Tong, do you think we really want to live forever with the Nine Provinces? Why can't we coexist peacefully? We are both people in the world, why should we do this?"

Saying these words, after all, is still somewhat selfish.

However, this selfishness cannot be revealed at the moment.

But for the supernatural Zhou Tong, there are no secrets in the world.

He cupped his hands slightly and said: "Young master, I will pretend that I didn't hear these words. If I let my subordinates hear it a second time, then my subordinates will have to perform their duties."

Having said that, he paused, slowly raised his head, stared at Feng Qitong, grinned, showing a bloody arc, and said: "Young master, I know what you are thinking, the master has given me instructions, During my time in the Kyushu Continent, I have the right to life and death, if you are unstable, young master, then I have no choice but to eliminate the source of your instability."

Obviously, this sentence almost clearly refers to the person in Feng Qitong's heart.

Feng Qitong was silent again.

This time the silence was longer than ever.

Gradually, he seemed to like silence very much.

Because in this case, without any words, without any expression, from the outside, it is an expression of the deepness of the city.

Neither of the two spoke, it was very quiet, the cold wind was blowing in through the cracks in the stone, whining, as if a ghost was howling, coupled with this terrifying scene, the eerie feeling was full in a straight line.

"Are you threatening me?"

At this time, Feng Qitong said coldly.

With a plop, Zhou Tong resolutely knelt on the ground, but he didn't change his face, without the slightest fear, and said, "This subordinate dare not."

He said he didn't dare, but his tone was still full of dissatisfaction.

Feng Qitong didn't want to pay attention to him, so she turned around and left.

Slowly walking towards the pitch-black darkness, the figure was gradually shrouded in gloom.

Zhou Tong stared at Feng Qitong's back, and the corner of his mouth slowly curved into a mocking arc.

"No matter how vigorous the love is in front of the reality, it is like a mirror image. Except for the beauty and regret of love, it has no effect. It is sad and lamentable. I fell in love with someone who can't be together..."

shhhhhh

At this time, from the darkness, countless sword shadows suddenly flew out, carrying astonishing oppression, rushing like a shooting star.

It is densely packed like a rain of swords.

The sharp sword tip pierced the space, and with the sound of countless sounds approaching the sonic boom, the countless sword shadows arrived in front of Zhou Tong in an instant.

Amidst the majestic momentum, the sharp sword edges are like walking Mount Tai, and the heavy breath rushes towards the face like a tidal wave.

"Feng Qitong, how dare you kill me!!!"

Zhou Tong's complexion suddenly changed.

This move is exactly the forte of the sword master Feng Qitong, Pear Blossom Rainstorm.

Every white blade is assisted by a powerful soul, but if any blade has a trace of stabbing the skin, then the powerful soul power will instantly enter the veins, and in just a short moment, the soul power can completely destroy the body. The spiritual power circulation system in the host body.

When the spiritual sea dries up, the symbol that symbolizes the warrior will disappear, and after half a quarter of an hour, the warrior will become an ordinary person.

Not to mention vicious.

It only took half a quarter of an hour to fall from the clouds to the dust, and the strong drop will immediately arouse extreme psychological imbalance, and the collapse of the psychological defense is often the most fatal.

Seeing the gradually expanding blade, Zhou Tong's pupils shrank suddenly, his chest heaved violently, and he took a few deep breaths consecutively.

Roughly counted, there are about 90 blades.

The second layer of pear rainstorm.

It is the most terrifying when you reach the ninth floor, like the rain from the sky, there is nowhere to hide, you can only wait for death, unless your cultivation is far above it, relying on the majestic spiritual power to temporarily avoid the edge.

"Feng Qitong, I was sent by your father to monitor you. If you dare to kill me, have you ever thought about the consequences?"