The painting of a thousand bones is full of love, no regrets when playing chess

Four days ago, Xiao Xin's recent abnormalities, Lin Yuanxing was absent-minded all day long, and finally asked You Ruo for leave, intending to ask Xiao Xin face to face, so that his anxiety all day long could be relieved, and he was thinking about how to ask At the same time, I met Xiao Xin who was leaving the Hall of Hai. Just as she was about to go forward, she didn't notice that Lin Yuanxing had arrived. She left and ran to the gate of the mountain to fly away from Changliu Mountain with the sword again. Lin Yuanxing, who had been following, changed temporarily He made up his mind and decided to follow secretly. Although Xiao Xin didn't find his existence all the way, he followed to the door of the Immortal Pavilion and watched her enter the pavilion. The barrier at the door stopped him from continuing Keeping up with the pace of going forward, there is no other way, I can only squat near the Immortal Pavilion to observe these few days, but I haven't seen Xiao Xin come out for four days in a row, but waited until Hua Qiangu and Luo Shiyi When they arrived, the enchantment had already been damaged because of Gouyu. Lin Yuanxing simply cast a spell and followed them into the Immortal Pavilion.

Xiao Xin has a connection with the Immortal Pavilion, this news was completely unexpected for Hua Qiangu, and the doubts in her heart also increased, those mysteries entwined like threads seemed to be more confusing What is wrapped in the thread clearing ball, and there is no way to know who the person who entangled the thread is.The ever-increasing doubts in her heart made her quicken her pace unconsciously, and walked towards the tall tower not far away.

As soon as he stepped out of the corridor, the surrounding scene suddenly became blurred, and then the scene spun strangely and quickly. When he stopped, there were more than a dozen men in black standing in a line on the open space a few steps away. They are the same height, the same figure, wearing a black cloak, which mysteriously wraps the whole body, and the drooping brim of the hat hides their faces. It was empty, nothing at all! !

A trace of shock flashed in Hua Qiangu's eyes, it was the puppet technique of Immortal Pavilion.That is to say, the dozen or so people in front of me are not human beings, not even monsters, they are just ideas condensed by puppetry, and the ideas left in the world by those who have passed away are just ideas, except that there are no mortals. Except for his three souls and seven souls, everything else is no different from ordinary people.

While the two of them were still planning how to move forward, the dozens of men in black suddenly attacked them, fast and ruthless.But after all, they are long-term disciples, and they are still under Bai Zihua's sect. It is not difficult for the two of them to deal with these attacks, but they soon discovered the problem. Whenever they killed a man in black, Gaota A new black-clothed man will appear before the day, continuously supplementing their black-clothed organization.The number of opponents will never change, if one is killed, one will be reborn, an endless loop, but the strength of the two of them is limited, such a wheel battle will not let them die immediately, but if they can't find a breakthrough If the method continues to be consumed like this, no matter how high the cultivation base of the two is, there will be a moment of exhaustion.

Looking at the freshly cut wound on her arm, the overflowing blood began to stain the fabric around the wound red, Hua Qiangu froze for a moment, and then realized that in the Immortal Pavilion, the fairy barrier that Master placed on her body seemed to be gone. No effect, now they can only rely on themselves.

In front of the gate of the tower, a figure of one white and one blue waved their sabers back and forth among the black-clothed crowd. Inside the tower, there was a strong wind, and an ancient magic circle was painted on the ground. Sitting on the side of the magic circle with a scroll and a green sheath, he made complicated gestures with his hands, murmuring ancient spells in his mouth, and the gestures of the spells were constantly changing. Rotate with the magic circle.The green sheath let go of her knotted hands, and with a wave of one hand, several purple light spots floating on the other side flew to her palm, and a ghostly purple halo was imprinted on her face with the corners of her mouth raised at the moment: "Death!" It’s just right, you don’t even need to do it.”

The reluctance and obsession in Nimantian's heart made her the most satisfying pawn in Lushea. The resentment in her heart blinded all reason, and she continued to absorb the man's soul under the instigation of Lushea. Nimantian's existence was nothing but A grain storage warehouse prepared by Lushea for herself, stores these yang souls, allowing them to slowly transform into the energy needed by the green sheath in Ni Mantian's body, and then play her greatest role today when the seal is broken , This is also the purpose of the green sheath to let her be reborn.

The hands sealed again, and a few purple spots of light slowly flew into the magic circle, chanting the spell again, and a light red rune slowly appeared on the silk book floating in mid-air, speeding up the speed of the spell chanting, After a burst of strong red light, everything around returned to normal, the strong wind disappeared, the strange light disappeared, the magic circle disappeared, and the green sheath supported the ground with one hand, her face paled a little, and she leaked a faint Smile: "It's finally untied."

Calm was restored inside the tower, but there was chaos outside the tower. The moment the green sheath unsealed the silk scroll, Hua Qiangu felt his eyes darken and his mouth sweet. "Pfft——" Followed by a mouthful of blood, the white clothes were covered with red blood, and the sudden pain caused her to lose strength in an instant. She half-kneeled on the ground, holding the sword in one hand, and tightly clutching her chest with the other.

"Lingxi!" Lin Yuanxing, who noticed the abnormality here, turned around and saw the blood on the ground in front of her. In a hurry, he just wanted to hurry to her side, ignoring the approaching danger behind him.

Before Hua Qiangu could say the words of caution, his face turned pale, and he looked at the place behind him in horror.

Immediately, the sharp sword pierced through the body, and the blood overflowed to the end of the sword. Everything around seemed to be still, and nothing could be heard. There was a strong smell of blood in the air, and there was only scarlet in front of his eyes.

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When the flowers fall and bloom again, when will the dead people be resurrected...