Devour evolution from a knife

Seemingly, the frozen spiritual energy in the cold pool began to rush into Murong Xue's body, making her face flushed, the yin energy was less frozen, and the baptism of energy was like ten thousand horses galloping, making her She twitched, and her curved eyelashes were pressed down by drops of water and stuck to her eyes, as if she was taking a bath.

An hour has passed in a hurry...

Kang Jian was waiting outside the Yin-Yang circle, nodded at this time, and murmured: "The little guy is doing well. The road to immortality is all about persistence. If you can withstand inhuman tormentors, you can become a great weapon."

I remembered the phrase Murong Xue said in the main hall, 'He is my weapon, my friend! Kang Jian nodded again, full of approval.

Another hour has passed in a hurry...

Kang Jian's eyes gradually became worried. It is not easy for a weak woman to resist the colder and colder yin, and endure the pain of the icy water pricking her skin. This kind of perseverance is not something ordinary women can do.

Within a millennium of the sect, a female disciple who resisted for two hours can be hooked with one finger, no more than five.

"It's a blessing for our sect to have such a disciple!" Kang Jian said with emotion: "It seems that she will come out soon!"

Another half an hour passed in a hurry...

Kang Jian couldn't sit still anymore, he stood up, remembering that when he entered this cold pool before, he couldn't stand it for two hours and rushed out, now Murong Xue, a girl, has resisted for two and a half hours .

"This is a sign of the great prosperity of our sect!" For many years, no disciple can resist for two and a half hours. Generally, at this stage, no matter how poor the aptitude is, they can still reach six spiritual roots.

10 minutes passed in a hurry...

"Why haven't you come out yet? Could something have happened?" Kang Jian walked back and forth restlessly.

It was another half an hour in a hurry, and the time has exceeded three hours...

Kang Jian was silent, his heart sank to the bottom, there were too few people who could persist for three hours, he looked at the opposite cave full of heartache.

It's been four hours in a hurry...

Kang Jian stood motionless on the bluestone, with a slight sadness on his old face.

Six hours later...

Kang Jian no longer had any hope at this time, his heart was heavy, his old eyes were a little wet, and he murmured: "You can do anything about your life, you can do anything about your life, you can do nothing about your life."

Kang Jian stood with his hands behind his chest, with two hot tears falling from his eyes, he slowly raised his head to look at the white clouds in the sky, and said in a choked voice: "My sword sect...Jian sect, disciple Zhi...his ambition is higher than the sky..."

The aggrieved old face trembled in the wind, and the embolized throat made the old tears on his face drip down, falling on the bluestone under his feet, splashing water that no one could see.

At this moment, several figures were getting closer and closer from a distance, and they were the other elders of Jianzong's foundation consolidation period.

Several people glanced at the cave, looked at the tears on Kang Jian's side face, looked at each other, and finally bowed their heads slightly together: "Sovereign, my condolences!"

a long time.

Kang Jian was a little tired, and said: "Elder Zuo, gather all the disciples and come here to stay for three days. After three days, we will pick Murong Xue out of the cave together, and have a...a rich burial!" At the end, he slowly raised his head and closed his eyes. eyes.

Once someone enters the two caves in the yin-yang formation, the exit will be blocked by the formation. Either the people inside will come out by themselves, or they will have to wait until the formation changes three days later, and then masters will enter and take out the corpse.

"Yes!"

Zuo Wu responded.

Afterwards, the reassurance bell rang again in Jianzong, and the disciples of 'Om, Om' quickly assembled...

"The reassurance bell rang again, what's going on?"

When everyone followed Zuo Wu to the Yin-Yang formation and saw the battle set up by the suzerain, they all realized for a moment, and their eyes towards the entrance of the cave gradually became more complicated.

"Hey, something must have happened to Murong Xue."

"Persist until death! What kind of ambition is this."

The female disciple of Jianzong who was very repulsed by him was silent for a while, and this alone is enough to make anyone respect her.

A group of disciples came here with injuries, and there were some resentments at first, but now it has disappeared.

Quiet, very quiet, admiration, remorse, and pity flashed in everyone's eyes.

Kang Jian glanced at the disciples leisurely, and asked in a sonorous voice: "What did you see?"

Everyone's body was slightly tensed by the yelling, and they all fell silent, not daring to speak out.

"Answer me! My Jianzong disciple will not shrink back." Kang Jian's voice was full of strength, but he was a little helpless in the face of this cold scene.

Fan Wenqi's face was pale. Because of the previous injury, it was inconvenient to be bandaged at this time. He limped out and said, "Will! A will as strong as a sword, Murong Xue is good."

Kang Jian glanced at the crowd, seeing that no one dared to speak out, he couldn't help being disappointed for a while, and his eyes were a little downcast. Thinking back to his generation, there were countless strong men who dared to shout in front of the suzerain, and there were even more warriors who dared to draw swords in front of powerful enemies. The number is too many to count, this generation is not as good as the previous generation, and has become a herd of sheep raised in captivity. When the suzerain shouted, no one dared to stick to his principles and opinions, which made people feel chilling.

"That's all!" Kang Jian shook his head in disappointment and said, "All the disciples of the Sword Sect will wait here for three days to sacrifice to Murong Xue's heroic spirit and pay tribute to the will to die. "

As soon as the words fell, a group of disciples followed and shouted slogans: "My disciples of the Sword Sect, strive for self-improvement, my disciples of the Sword Sect, strive for self-improvement."

"I, a disciple of the Sword Sect, strive for self-improvement."

The sound was louder than the sound, and I suddenly felt more honored. Jianzong has a self-improvement disciple, and her name is 'Murong Xue'.

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And under the mass grave mountain range, the ghost king of impermanence suddenly floated up. He glanced into the corner and asked in great confusion, "Why is this?"

In that corner is a small hexagonal formation, which was arranged by Wuchang long ago, and can convert the yin energy of the cold pool. Although it is not much, it is enough for daily practice.

Now, there is no Yin Qi floating out, he is very puzzled.

Wuchang quickly realized that there was an accident in Hantan, his perception suddenly expanded, and he probed towards the direction of Hantan.

"It's unreasonable, that knife that lingers, lingers." Wuchang roared twice violently.

After jumping heavily for a while, Wuchang floated to the magic circle angrily, sat up, and muttered: "Damn it, dare to rob me, let's see who can rob who."

"The extreme of Yin, the meaning of cold..."

The sound of hazy formulas sounded, and it was the Xuanyin Jue. Who would have thought that the impermanence practiced was also the Xuanyin Jue.

In a short while, a black shadow tentacles stretched underground, quickly lengthened, and went straight to the cold pool.

"Suck!"