Legend of Qingling Dance

Chapter 155 Ending Night (1)

A cold wind blew over, and Xuan Jiu suddenly felt a shiver all over his body.

"Who?" The gray light of spiritual power quickly surged from the soles of Xuan Jiu's feet, and he asked sharply while guarding against it.

"Humph!"

What answered him was a female voice's cold snort.

"Who?" Xuan Jiu asked again sharply.

The opponent's cultivation level was obviously not inferior to his. He had secretly explored it for a long time, but he had no way of knowing the opponent's specific location.

"brush!"

A book on the left shelf suddenly popped out from the neatly stacked row of story books and stopped in the air.

As if someone was flipping through it, the storybook turned slowly.

Xuan Jiu glanced at it. The book was called "Memoirs of Xiaolou".

This book?Is there anything special?

I have no impression.

Xuan Jiu thought to himself.

But he watched helplessly as the book moved without any wind, but could not get closer.

"Sure enough, that's how the clues are left." The female voice smiled slightly: "But so what? You can't win."

"You do not believe in God's words and are trying to change the rules of this world on your own."

"Stupid!"

"ridiculous!"

"Overreach!"

Seemingly aware of Xuan Jiu on one side, the voice suddenly approached Xuan Jiu's ear:
"Old boy, things here are beyond your control."

"Get out of here while it's still bright!"

It seemed that some kind of strange force pushed Xuan Jiu, Xuan Jiu staggered, struggling and asked: "You, who are you?"

"For the sake of your piety, I will not kill believers. Go away or not, you make your own decision!"

"Demon talk to confuse the public!"

Xuan Jiu shouted angrily, and a high-level witchcraft "Fire of Destruction" that had been brewing for a long time finally took action!
A bunch of black flames hovered in the air with unrivaled aura, and then the words rushed over!
However, as soon as the flame touched the script, it suddenly extinguished, leaving only a faint lingering smoke, curling up.

Xuan Jiu stared dumbfounded at the script, looked at his hands, and finally understood that he could not defeat this strange invisible enemy in front of him.

"Xiaolou, Xiaolou, back then you were full of complaints and resentment because of that person... Now, your rank has fallen to this point, and you can no longer become an adult. In the thousand years, have you ever regretted that you followed the wrong person?"

"Did you know that over the course of a thousand years, God has grown tired of watching you act?"

"You who are engulfed by desire, go back and forth in tragic reincarnation again and again. The sober few are reduced to aliens, and their fate is dominated by the muddle-headed mediocrity. Everything is what you deserve, and you can't blame others."

"While you have no time to take care of the fight, let me bring everything to an end."

After the female voice said this, she was a little bit less interested.

"That's right, everything starts here, and everything must end here."

A slightly transparent slender hand suddenly stretched out out of thin air, gently raising a wisp of green smoke, like holding a small flame.

The blue smoke swayed slightly, and the "Memoirs of Xiaolou" lit up.

"What are you going to do?" Xuan Jiu asked in surprise, "Burning books?"

He had a vague feeling that this book might be of great importance.

However, before he could salvage the "Memoirs of a Small Building", more books jumped out of the bookshelves, and one after another spontaneously ignited.

"This... this is..." Xuan Jiu looked at the strange situation suspiciously: "What are you doing?"

(End of this chapter)