How many times the group portrait is spring

The snow wolf clan came to report, looking for Yunfuchuan.

Jing Rong looked at the black and white chess pieces on the case for a long time, but decided to go alone, there is no need to let others take risks with him.

When Taoist Fuli found out about this, Yu Jingrong personally wrote a letter on the case. Mo Lingyun looked at the letter paper and said in a panic, "I'll go find him...!"

"You're just practicing Qi, what's the trouble?" Daoist Fu Li opened up a small world, "Stay well, don't make trouble for Jingrong."

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"Are you going to look for him?" A snow wolf plowed through the ice and popped out, and Mo Lingyun would fall into the water just one step away, it was Bei Shanshe.

"Go." Mo Lingyun frowned, touched a water-proof bead in his mouth, and jumped into the puddle dug by Beishanshe without much hesitation.

On the other side, Jing Rong, who they cared about, was walking towards Yunfu River under the guidance of the pack of wolves.

Yunfu River is a pool of flowing water, the water surface is the same blue as the sky, under the ice of this ten thousand rivers, it is extraordinarily quiet and beautiful, and it also silently shows the hidden danger under the beauty.

"Is the Xuantian Stone here?" Jing Rong looked sideways at the old patriarch of Beishan, and the old patriarch nodded, "The Xuantian Stone sank under the Yunfu River."

"There is a way." Jing Rong approached a little closer, he had heard the name of Yunfuchuan for a long time, and it was the first time he had seen it, but he felt a little strange and familiar.

"Of course, go into the water to fetch it yourself."

The thrust from behind made Jing Rong stagger, and the land on the edge of Jiuxiaotian also suppressed his spiritual power. Compared with the physically strong Yaozu, he was obviously at a disadvantage.

The water in Yunfuchuan was bitterly cold, even though he was a Nascent Soul, he felt the long-lost chill, Jing Rong couldn't see the blurred figures of wolves above the water, and he couldn't use his spiritual power to break through the boundless water.

Jing Rong doesn't know how to use water, and he can't use spiritual power. This sinking is tantamount to a dead end.

However, someone jumped and swam towards him.

"Master!"

It was a dark ink that had fainted in the water, his eyes were as clear as before, and the hand that grabbed his wrist was also exerting full strength.

Mo Lingyun stretched out his hand and clasped the back of Jing Rong's head. He took a deep look at Jing Rong, lowered his head, and planted a kiss on Jing Rong's lips, and took the oxygen he was about to lose to Jing Rong.

Jing Rong froze and didn't reach out to push Mo Lingyun away. He knew that he was trying to save him, but now both of them fell down, and a group of monsters were watching over the water.

How can he save himself... and Ling Yun...

This kiss deepened the entanglement between the two. Jing Rong was almost completely wrapped in Mo Lingyun's arms, clasping his hand and refusing to let go, and the other hand around him never seemed to let go.

Even though Mo Lingyun knew how to swim, he couldn't stop the sinking trend of the two of them. Mo Lingyun loosened Jing Rong's hand a little bit, but his eyes remained firm.

Jing Rong frowned, he wanted to tell Mo Lingyun, yes, let him go and go up by himself.

But as long as he tried to struggle, he might be harming the person in front of him, Jing Rong could only choose to wait for Mo Lingyun's actions.

But unexpectedly, Mo Lingyun's move of letting go was not to save himself.

His eyes turned red, and he tried to pry Jing Rong's lips and teeth open. The moment Jing Rong let go, Mo Lingyun passed the water drop into Jing Rong's mouth, and Jing Rong's Ling Xiao Sword in the storage space floated up in the flip of his hand. .

Jing Rong panicked, and Mo Lingyun brought the water-repellent beads to him, so what would he use? He tried hard to pull back the distance between the two, but he could only feel the Ling Xiao sword unsheathed, and the blood bloomed and fainted the black color. Seeing Mo Lingyun struggling to say something, he was obviously in extreme pain, so he wanted to force a smile at him: "This time, let me protect you..."

"Lingyun?!" Jing Rong stretched out his hand towards Mo Lingyun who was sinking, but was brushed away by the sword energy, and the whole person retreated in the opposite direction of Mo Lingyun.

The moment Ling Xiaojian was stained with blood, a golden streamer exploded at the bottom of the water, completely separating the two of them, and also supported the sword master to float to the surface of the water.

It was clear that everything in sight was the color of water, and Jing Rong felt that he saw the tears in Mo Lingyun's eyes, but he could only watch Mo Lingyun sinking gradually, Jing Rong opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word.

Jing Rong has never felt pain in his life, but the first time he felt it was so heart-piercing, the moment he saw the sky again, there was warmth gliding from the corner of his eyes, Jing Rong uttered two syllables stiffly, it was a broken and out of tune hoarseness.

Ling Xiaojian's brilliance flowed like a rebirth after a catastrophe. This radiant ancient sword wrapped around Jing Rong's side and was reluctant to leave.

Jing Rong supported the ground with one hand, avoiding water drops falling on the ice layer along with his tears.

It hurts... This feels so strange... It's clear that he wasn't the one who was injured, and it wasn't him who sank, but why, it hurts so much...

Finally able to protect Master...?Why...he is a Daoist, yet he wants a mortal to protect...

Jing Rong felt a tightness in his throat, he swallowed, stood up with Ling Xiaojian supported, and numbly looked at the group of monsters who were jealous of him.

All the monsters in the extreme north were also terrified, they never thought that this man could come out of Yunfu River alive, no matter how come out, the coercion of the sword beside him made them want to bow their knees and worship this man.

This king of heaven and earth is far more powerful than they imagined.

The tears in the corners of Jing Rong's eyes were not dry, he raised his sword and slowly pointed at the head of the demons who lied to him, Beishan Patriarch, between the eyebrows.

Daoist Rongxie paused every word: "If my apprentice makes a mistake, I will let you and the monster clan in the extreme northern region be buried together."

It is the long sword submerged into the body of the big monster and sacrificed with blood. They are an offense to the king of the world by the extreme northern demon domain.

The ten-thousand-year seal of Ling Xiaojian was also urged to be broken under the blood of Mo Lingyun, and the sword soul was incomplete in the sword, and only Jingrong will be the master from now on.

The water surface of Yunfu River that was broken by Ling Xiaojian fell into calm again, as if what happened just now had never happened, and there was no such a person, who was dressed in deep clothes, jumped and left the hope of life to another person.

Jing Rong walked slowly and staggered towards the surface of the water, and was pushed back to the shore by Ling Xiaojian, not giving him a chance to enter the water again.

From the moment Mo Lingyun's blood dripped onto the Lingxiao Sword, the sword seemed to have a business. It was very similar to the legendary sword soul that existed in the ancient era of mighty power.

But ten thousand years have passed in a blink of an eye, and the sword soul in the Ling Xiao Sword may be a remnant soul of ten thousand years.

"It wasn't me who broke your seal with a drop of blood, and I shouldn't be the sword master. Why did you save me and stop me?" How to get to Chengyun Fuchuan, the water is cold, what to do... sinking alone.

The fishy sweetness in Jing Rong's throat has not faded, and Ling Xiaojian seems to have the consciousness of life to stop him constantly. When he fell back to the ground again, the scabbard was still careful to stop him, for fear that he would fall and be hurt. he.

At this moment, many things flashed through his mind. When he first saw Mo Lingyun, who was on the verge of death, he grabbed the hem of his clothes and said Mo Lingyun who saved him.

Mo Lingyun loves to laugh and loves to cook all kinds of food.

Talking about Mo Lingyun who only strives for the day and night, but does not seek longevity.

For the first time, Mo Lingyun's eyes were red, and Mo Lingyun felt wronged.

"Master, can you only accept me as an apprentice? I only have Master as a master..."

"Everything in the world, the best, should belong to you."

Those words that have been repeated countless times, the words "Master", all turned into broken pieces that Mo Lingyun sank to the bottom of the water.

Jing Rong rubbed his forehead with one hand and turned his head away, tears pooled again in his eyes, he gritted his teeth, as if this would save the pain, but in the end he wobbled and fell on the ice.

It seemed like a long time passed in a flash, Jing Rong laughed back from his pain, he stared at the calm water surface, flipped the Ling Xiao sword back to its place, and when the sword energy vibrated, several glaciers in the distant mountains were shattered.

"I want all of you to be buried with Ling Yun."