The topping of the willow spirit is not as good as the answer, and the complexion is distorted and deformed. He raises his hand and holds his head in pain, his mouth wide open, and his voice is silent. Although he couldn't make a sound, the expression, the violent eyes, seemed to make people hear the screams of heartbreaking.
Help.
Help! ! ! !
His lip-shaped disc twisted into an incredible arc, and the bloodshot quickly spread all over the eye. If there weren't those four chains squatting at him, he was afraid that he had to fly and sneak away.
"I beg you... fast... ruin me..."
It seems that the time limit for picking up the heart and reviving the mind has arrived. The heart-splitting Liu Ling body struggles but is ineffective. I only see a black gas in the sword pool, and constantly attacking the body of the willow spirit soaked in the pool. Time chain chain Ling Ling, fireworks splashed.
When Chu Jingning saw the situation change, he quickly swung his sleeves behind his disciples and looked sharp. He asked the heart to pick up Liu Dao: "How to save you?"
Although the action of picking the heart will be slow, it can drive the molten iron in the sword pool and form an old book in the blink of an eye.
"I will lose my knowledge immediately, and I will hurt my life. It is not my heart. The rest I can't help, and I can't talk about it. Only telling me about the spells I will be, I want to be careful..."
The hot metal is changing.
"I have three tricks. One of them, Nanke has a dream. This is a scorpion, the subject will be repaid in the drowsiness, and the dream will last forever. Because of this, even if some spiritual power is strong enough to perceive this is the field. Illusion, will still be willing to indulge in it, never awake.
Second, the fascination is tempted by the greed of the human heart, which makes it self-sacrifice.
Third, topping..."
However, his spiritual power has already been used at this time, and it is impossible to mobilize the molten iron and put more words.
It is not known what the ability of this topping is.
I was struggling with the heart, and suddenly burst into a **** fog. He couldn’t move the hot metal, but he still took the blood from his fingers. A pair of eye-catching eyes stared at the night, and the eyes were sharp. Not reconciled.
"Master!" Seeing that the late night of Chu would go forward, Xue Meng was busy pulling him. "Don't go, fear of fraud!"
Picking the heart will not speak, just hanging the finger that is bloody, suddenly, tears flow out of the eyes.
Chu nightning: "...you want me to go?"
Picking the heart willow slowly.
"..."
"Master!"
Xue Meng wanted to stop again, but Chu Xiening shook his head toward him, and went forward alone, to the most edge of the Jianjianchi, and handed his hand over.
The topping of the heart seems to be quite touching. He looked deeply at Chu’s night, struggled and waved the arm with the flesh. It seemed to be a tribute, and then he endured great pain and caught Chu Yuning. The hand trembled in the palm of the other hand and wrote:
Lottery, breaking nightmare...
Don't -- lose... heart... wisdom...
Hey...breaking...robbing-extinguishing! !
The last word of the word has not yet been written, and the heart-splitting will suddenly resemble a pool of mud, quickly smashing, falling back into the boiling sword pool, disappeared.
At the same time, I only heard the loud noise of "嘭", and the Jianjianchi suddenly set off a huge red water wave, rolling in the molten iron, and the nine-way dragon-shaped fire column was vacated, and Chu Yuning was forced by this stormy wave. Had to retreat to the back, the fire reflected his dark eyebrows.
In the gushing molten iron flow column, suddenly four sets of signs were raised and hung in the air.
The teacher remembered the instructions he had just made when he was awake, and quickly said: "This is the lottery that the picking heart said?"
Seeing him approaching, Chu nightning stopped him: "Don't touch, go behind me."
Teacher: "Master..."
"If I am here, it will be fine." Chu said, "You can't take risks. When I finish, you will come again."
The ignorance of this statement seems to have no emotional ups and downs, but it sounds like a burning heart. I don't know why, the late night of the night, suddenly, and then overlap with the ruthless people who used to watch the apprentice's death.
He can say such a thing, why can he stand by and watch the death of his apprentice?
The smoldering suddenly felt that he himself had never understood the person who was late in the night.
He can't help but mutter: "Master..."
Chu nightning did not pay attention to them, raised his hand and picked one of the signatures. The sign was made of pale yellow jade pieces. He flipped through both sides of the front and back, "low?"
"What's wrong?" Xue Meng asked.
Chu night Ningdao: "This is not a word on the sign."
"Is this going to happen?" Xue Mengqi said, "I will try it."
The four signatures were each drawn. The situation of Xue Meng and Shi Yi is exactly the same as that of Chu Xi Ning. There is no text on the jade film. The ink burns over his signature and suddenly widens his eyes:
"Drinking ancient rain?"
The other three immediately cast their gaze on him, Xue Meng frowned: "What kind of ancient rain?"
The ink burned his signature: "This is written on it."
Xue Meng took a look at it and suddenly angered: "Hey! Are you reading the half that you can recognize?"
"...is a blood leak." Chu night Ning suddenly said.
Cangjie ancient books, he can know all the ninety-nine, if there is an uncertain word, it will not be nonsense, so since he said that this is written on the blood leak, it will never admit mistakes.
Ink burns: "What does blood drip mean?"
Chu night Ning shook his head: "I don't know."
However, like answering them in general, the towering dome of the arsenal of God suddenly came rumbling, a huge hourglass descended from the sky, and the whole body was rusted. However, unlike the rest of the hourglass, it has a cross-shaped copper frame on top of it, and I don't know what it is for.
Chu night Ning looked at the hourglass, and coveted the signing of the ink burning hands.
Blood dripping.
Between the electric and the flint, it is clear what the so-called "lottery plan" means. Chu nightning instantly changed color, and shouted: "Ink burn, throw the sign away!"
Although I don’t know what it means to be late in the night, the order that can’t be said is almost to let the ink burn down and follow his words.
I don’t want to throw it, I don’t know it. When I threw it, the ink burned and found that the jade signing did not know what kind of power was attached to the palm of his hand, but it was impossible to get rid of it.
Chu Xi Ning snorted and screamed, and he had to exchange his own signing with the ink. Unexpectedly, the rusting copper hourglass suddenly protruded dozens of sharp thorns and slammed into the ink!
"Get out!"
"Shi Zun!!!"
"Master!"
In an instant, blood splattered, and it was crucial. Chu nightning would push the palm of the ink away, and the thorns would be like wearing a forest feather arrow.
The ink burning is now a young man's figure. Naturally, it is not the result of the late night, but it was pushed back and fell to the ground. But the sound of the physical tear is so clear and horrible, Xue Meng and the teacher's almost distorted voice are so sharp and sharp.
impossible.
how is this possible……
That is the late night of Chu, who is the one who beat him and swears at him, never gives him a good look. He is the one who is trying to see his own brother who died in front of him. It is said that "the nature is inferior and the quality is difficult"
The ink burns up.
In the chaos, he saw that the person splashed three feet, the sharp and dense thorns penetrated from behind the man, and then smashed out from the front, where he was, and he was unbiased. The place to hit. The old wound did not heal, and the fascia was again devastated and the flesh and blood were blurred.
It’s that... It’s the one who took his own body in the shackles and guarded him, and he was also stunned by the claws.
It was that, hiding under the stone bridge, secretly releasing the array, sheltering everyone from the rain, but not dare to show up.
It was that, in the past life, after the death of the teacher, in order to let him have a mood to eat something, he was clumsy to go to the kitchen to copy the hand of the night.
It is that, the temper is bad, the mouth is bad, the medicine is afraid of suffering, the spicy cough, the person he is most familiar with.
It’s that person, he often remembers not to care, hate his teeth, but feels pitiful...
Chu nightning.
Late Ning...
"Master!!" The sizzling screamed, and he even climbed and stalked toward the late night, "Shi Zun!!!!"
"Your sign..." Chu Yuening shivered and raised his hand, his face was white, but his eyebrows were still sharp, "change it to me..."
He stretched out into the palm of his ink, and spread the wordless sign he had drawn, the arm that shivered slightly because of the pain, and it was difficult and slow to lift.
Chu nightning's eyes are very bright, very determined, covered with a layer of water vapor.
"Come, give it to me!"
The ink burned and didn't even get up. He climbed up to the night of Chu, and looked at the horrible wounds of his flesh and blood.
"No...master..."
"Master!!"
Xue Meng and Shi Yan wanted to come over. Chu night would rather hate the iron and not become a steel look. He waved an enchantment and shoved him apart. Then he sighed: "Day to ask!!!"
When the day comes out, it will smash the dozens of sharp canes of Chu’s late night!
But the cane is not a vulgar, and Chu will rather feel that they are swallowing his spiritual power between his flesh and blood. There is no other way, only silver teeth bite, raise your hand and hold the broken branch, smash your heart, and pull out the vine branch!
For a moment, blood rushed!
Chu nightning throws the broken branches, gasps, points to his own veins and acupoints, and stops blood loss. Then a pair of black, shiny eyes smothered with ink, and mute: "Give me."
"Master respect..."
"Change your sign-up to me! I will change it with you!"
At this time, the ink burned also understood what the so-called "blood drip" meant. It is similar to the method of smashing the law of the past millions of years ago.
Sure enough, no matter the devil, the vicious, and the idea of digging a hollow mind, it is so close.
Blood dripping.
It is to replace the fine sand with human blood, replace the running water, and fill it into the drip for timing.
The blood is running out and the time is over.
When he used to step on Xianjun in his life, he did not use Zhou Xiaoning to make a drip. He wanted to watch him step on the head of the door. He wanted the blood of Chu’s night to flow in front of him. What?
However, this world, before the blood leak under the hook.
Chu nightning is willing to take the initiative to exchange his safe signing, he is willing to take the copper frame for himself, he...
The whole heart of the ink burned up.
He can't even think.
How can it be...
How can it be! !
The copper drip missed a hit, not tied to the person, waving the vine branch again, wanting a second wave of attack.
Chu night Ning looked at him, and the wave of light in his eyes shook slightly.
He hurt the ground pale, and gasped slightly: "Ink, you... you obey, give it to me."
"..."
"Come a little..." Chu Yuening’s face was white like a new moon, "...Do you want me to block the second attack for you?!"
"Master respect..."
Fujiwa will come again.
At that moment, the ink burned and handed the sign, and Chu night never even thought about it.
Unexpectedly, in the palm of the hand, the whisker will be touched, and the ink burns in the eye. He almost quickly closes the palm, and the backhand will stop the unprepared Chu Xi Ning behind him, that is, at the same time, the second wave of cane When it hits, the ink burns up and the young man's body is swallowed up by the willow wrap, dragging it to the copper drip.
"Ink burn!!"
Dozens of willows were wrapped around him, and he was tied to a cross-strand and tied tightly. The side of the ink burned over the face, and looked at the night of Chu, and his lips moved.
Chu nightning's eyes suddenly widened.
The sound of ink burning is not too loud, but he can hear it clearly and never wrong.
Ink burns: "Master, I am really not... inferior and difficult to change..."
So, can you, don't give up on me.
——
But in the second half of the sentence, I can't say it anyway. In the past, he wanted to say that he did not say that this life is already late.
Chu nightning does not give up on him, he has seen it is no longer so important.
Just don't want to owe this person.
He is very stupid, and some people are still confused about their feelings for Chu Yuening. They don't want to be more confused.
In this life, I ignite my heart, I care about it, and I care only about it.
The reason why I don't want to exchange the signing with Chu Jingning, I just don't want to be blessed by this person for no reason, just don't want to...
I don't want to see it again.
His drizzle is not a heart, and the happiest thing in his life is that someone is willing to be good to him.
A little better, he can smile and spring.
If it is very good, then it is to let him die, but also willing.
In the dense rattan, suddenly a brilliant sword appeared.
The sword looked like a martial art. Although it was ancient, there was a heroic face. Two hoops on the left and right; the first tooth of the sword is like a thorn; the sword is narrow and narrow, inlaid with the floating plastic of the head of the dragon, the ornament is complicated, the blade is overflowing with blue brilliance, the hair is broken, and the iron is broken.
The ink burned only to see the word "hooking" on the sword, and even the "upper palace" was not perfect. This sword, which belongs to the **** of the 10,000 soldiers, penetrated directly into his chest.
The blood is flowing out and sinking into the drip.
At the same time, the arsenal of God suddenly dropped a curtain and splashed the water curtain, separating the ink from the burning and the night. Everyone was blocked by this sudden torrent.
The teacher shouted: "A burning!! Ah burning -!"
The rushing water curtains obscured their sights, and they could not see the situation of the back of the ink. Chu was rather smashed into the water several times, but was repeatedly pushed by the savage stream. At the end, he was wet. Throughout, the dark eyebrows are on the anxious face, and the lips are all colorless.
Chu night Ningsha dumb road:
"Ink burning -!"
The sound was not too loud, but it was very trembling. He himself did not notice, but the teacher was suddenly shocked. He looked at him, but he was so calm and calm that the calm masters were stunned. The long and thick eyelashes trembled, and there was a lingering concern in his expression. .
Seeing that he called the day to ask, the eyebrows are violent, like a bowstring that stretches to the extreme. The teacher was uneasy, grabbed him and shouted: "Master, don't go! Can't get in!"
Chu night Ning was ignored, and a pair of eyes were sharp and sharp, and they held up an enchantment silently and insisted on moving forward. But the water curtain contains the heaven and earth spirit of Jinchengchi, but it can not be worn, but it is as sharp as a thousand arrows, and it stabs the musculoskeletal.
He was seriously injured before, and at this time, he was so strongly affected that he couldn’t stand it. Although he couldn’t help but hold his chest, he couldn’t help it. He squinted on his knees and his wound on his back. Bring out the bright red blood.
The teacher’s face can’t tell whether it’s splashing water or tears. It’s awful: “Master! You – why are you suffering...”
"What is the pain? If the person behind the water curtain is you, it is Xue Meng." Chu night is very strong, "I will..."
He really hurts a lot, tightens his eyebrows and can't say it.
At this time, suddenly a sword light came out from the water curtain, and it was like a tofu to tear this powerful curtain.
The sword was fierce and unusual, and the position was unbiased. It just happened to be in the position where the teacher was standing. Seeing that it was going to hit him, Chu nighting slammed his sleeves and made all the spiritual powers fall into a guardian enchantment. The sergeant is firmly guarded under the enchantment, and he consumes too much power and takes a sip of blood.
A high-clear and clear male voice sounded slowly and echoed in this arsenal:
"I am the soldier of the gods, and I am going to go to the palace, and I am so arrogant and arrogant, how frivolous!"
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