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The winter snow in the north has not yet melted, Jing Rong has guarded Mo Lingyun for a long time, but he still has no tendency to wake up; dressed in plain white and accompanied by Jing Rong's gloomy eyes, it seems that he is attending the funeral of the unconscious man.

After Taoist Tianquan passed away, Taoist Fuli followed closely. Xuantianzong only announced that Taoist Fuli was overly sad and went with Taoist Tianquan, and did not mention his assassination of the young sect master's chief disciple.

Taoist Fuli's funeral was kept simple, after all, it would not disturb the succession ceremony of the new suzerain.

Jing Rong held Mo Lingyun's icy hand, inexplicably, he also became a little chilly, the mountains in the north were covered by heavy snow, the spring snow had not yet melted, and the entrance to the Demon Locking Tower was temporarily closed, even Jing Rong had to wait.

"Ling Yun..." The redness in Jing Rong's eyes did not fade for a long time, "I will save you..."

The Xuantian Stone is hidden under the Demon Locking Tower, which is known to the successors of the Xuantian Sect and the tower guards of the Demon Locking Tower. As for the specific location of the Xuantian Stone, it is still in the hands of the tower guards.

It's been a long time since Jing Rong and the tower keeper meet again.

The tower keeper was disheveled, stooped, and the lamp in his hand seemed to be dying, but in Jing Rong's memory, the lamp had never been extinguished.

The tower guard looked at the suzerain's order in Jing Rong's hand, and seemed to have a feeling, but he couldn't say anything, he just led the way silently.

"I'm here to get the Xuantian Stone." Jing Rong didn't want to watch the howling monsters under the chaos.

The tower guard who was still leading the way stopped, and slowly turned his head stiffly: "Have you thought about it?"

"Correct."

"Then go get it."

The tower guard didn't stop him, Jing Rong pursed his lips, somewhat puzzled by what the tower guard meant, everyone in the Xuantian Sect was stopping him from taking the Xuantian Stone, but the tower guard was very indifferent, as if taking Doesn't make any difference.

The Xuantian Stone stands in the midst of chaos, surrounded by iron chains and chaotic atmosphere, it still does not conceal the brilliance of the Xuantian Stone, and it has been imprisoned for tens of thousands of years, but the Xuantian Stone has not been infected with any turbidity.

Jing Rong felt an indescribable sense of familiarity with this fetish. He summoned the Lingxiao Sword and was about to take down the Xuantian Stone when the tower guard added: "Think about it, the Xuantian Stone is also a lock. One of the cornerstones of the Demon Tower, once it leaves the Demon Locking Tower, the frost and snow alone will not be able to suppress the demon energy that has accumulated for tens of thousands of years."

"I will bear all the consequences." Jing Rong's expression remained unchanged, Ling Xiaojian moved with his heart, and this sword ran towards Xuantian Stone in the chaos inexplicably, with some joy.

Jing Rong thought, there must be an incomplete sword soul in the Ling Xiao sword; but he didn't understand that the ancient sword soul, even if it was incomplete, is an extremely tyrannical existence today, so why did the Ling Xiao sword soul not treat him? No resistance.

Xuan Tianshi, who had broken free from the bondage, ran towards Jing Rong together with Ling Xiaojian. In this scene, Xuan Tianshi and Ling Xiaojian, who had unsealed the seal, somehow fit together, as if they were supposed to be one.

Jing Rong stretched out his hand to catch the Xuantian Stone, and looked at it quietly. The name of the Xuantian Stone is Xuantian. Its appearance is like southern red, the southern red is like blood, and it is as shiny as jade. Such a beautiful stone is too small. It's more like pearls and jade scattered on the pendant.

In this chaos, there was only one person with a sword and a stone, and the tower guard who led the way for Jing Rong disappeared.

Jing Rong didn't feel any danger. He held the Lingxiao Sword in one hand and the Xuantian Stone in the other, thinking thoughtfully to himself: "Have we met before? Or maybe Yuan..."

Jing Rong doesn't even know if it's a good thing or not for him to only have a relationship with the fetish.

Xuan Tianshi can't speak, and Ling Xiaojian can't speak, but what coincidentally is their closeness to Jing Rong.

"That's all." Jing Rong's eyebrows softened, "Fate and calamity promises itself, I have the right to regard it as fate."

Jing Rong turned his sleeves away from this chaos, and fell to the side of the tower guard again. Although the tower guard was sloppy, his eyes were not cloudy, and he could vaguely see his youthful appearance.

"Let's go." The tower guard raised his hand, and the door of the demon lock tower slowly opened.

"Thank you, senior." Jing Rong walked away in a hurry, Ling Yun was still waiting for him, but he didn't want to, and after leaving for a while, someone hurt Ling Yun again.

The tower guard didn't close the door for a long time, just watched Jing Rong leave the sky, even though there was no trace.

It was not until a long time later that the wind and snow blew up outside the tower again, he turned around with the lamp in his hand, and murmured in a very low voice: "This is the fate, this is the fate..."

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The death of Xuantianzong's suzerain is a great funeral in the world, and thousands of people rush to it.

But the monks in Southern Xinjiang were unable to get out, and Ning Qing, who was the leader, was in a worse situation. He wrote an urgent message, saying that people cannot leave Southern Xinjiang in a short time.

There was no snow in the winter in Southern Xinjiang, but the cold was in his bones. Ning Qing lit the letter and remained silent for a long time, until he coughed uncontrollably, and when he spread his hands, there were a few blood stains.

He started coughing up blood again.

Ning Qing stared at the bloodstain on his palm, his expression didn't change. He hadn't coughed up blood for a long time, and now he was coughing up blood, probably due to depression and overwork.

There is no need to talk and listen to others, and there is no need to ask for trouble.Ning Qing took a square handkerchief and wiped the blood on his palm a little bit. For his heart disease, he could only take slow treatment with medicine to prolong it for a while.

According to Qingxuan Daoist, it is to be calm and calm, not to get angry easily, the more diligent the cultivation, the less the impact of heart disease on him.

Ning Qinghe Shui swallowed the elixir, but still couldn't stop hemoptysis, and the tightness in his chest made his eyes darken, but when the first day of the morning came, when the light came back to the earth, everything was tinged with hope.

Nan Siyuan was still holding his whisk, and looked at Chuyang with a smile on his face. Ning Jiuchen still left early and returned late, but during this period of time he took a lot of Fuxiu out with him, and he didn't know what he was planning.

"My condolences to Fellow Daoist Ning." Nan Siyuan never lacked in etiquette, Ning Qing also nodded and said: "Thank you."

The defense line in southern Xinjiang was getting longer and longer. Ning Qing and Ning Jiuchen couldn't spare time to go back to the family for the funeral, and they didn't have time to send over plain clothes. People look thinner and thinner.

Nan Si looked at the mountains and rivers from a distance, and thoughtfully said: "Fellow Daoist Ning should go back to the sect, even if it is too late to observe the filial piety for the suzerain, you should not miss the succession ceremony of your senior brother."

"If the clouds and rain in the southern border clear, I would like to go back to the sect to have a look." Ning Qing lowered his eyes, he wrote a letter to Jing Rong, after all, it was too late to comfort him personally, but the situation in the southern border was not optimistic, and he couldn't get away.

"What's so difficult about this, you hand over the power to Elder Jiuchen, and everything will be resolved without any problems." Nan Siyuan still had a smile on his lips.

Ning Qing's expression changed when he heard the words, "Do you have something to hide from me?"

"It's not a big deal. If you want to come today, you can change the situation in southern Xinjiang, and let you master and apprentice give a big gift to the Taoist Lord Rongxie." Nan Siyuan was like this. He was talking about something very important, but still To be able to understate it, even if he is plotting against you, he must also maintain his etiquette and thoughtfulness.

Ning Qing lowered his eyes and was speechless. He has been running around the border recently, looking for scattered people who are not under the protection of monks. He never thought of giving Ning Jiuchen and Nan Siyuan the opportunity to join forces.

Recently, the talismans who came and went hurriedly with Ning Jiuchen formed a thread, Ning Qing took a low breath, and he turned to leave, "No!"

"Fellow Daoist Ning, you're too gentle, but you won't be able to achieve great things." Nan Siyuan stopped him, and Ning Qing smashed the spiritual power barrier casually.

"What is You Rou?" Ning Qing rarely frowned, and the two of them collided with each other again, "If you join forces with Master to form an extermination formation, how is this behavior different from killing innocent people indiscriminately?! "

"What's wrong with a demon?" Nan Siyuan seemed to be smiling. He and Ning Jiuchen share the same ideals. They are not of our race, so their hearts must be different. It is better to punish them to avoid future troubles.

But Ning Qing is the leader of the monks in Southern Xinjiang. Ning Qing follows the same way as his senior brother Jing Rong, and it has nothing to do with them if they are not evil monsters.

Although Nan Siyuan and Ning Jiuchen were dissatisfied, they could only follow Ning Qing's ideas, but recently Ning Qing personally investigated the scattered people, which happened to give them a chance to do something.

"Everything has animism, it's not for you to decide life and death hastily." Ning Qing took a low breath, he belongs to wood, he can feel the vitality of all things in the southern border, and he can also feel the vitality of all things in the southern border. The spiritual demon of plants, trees and flowers.

However, the Great Extinction Formation is a large-scale crushing of all monster-containing objects within the range, and the participants in the formation determine the degree of ruthlessness of this large formation. The monster race below the metamorphosis in the middle, I am afraid that they will all die completely.

Ning Qing wanted to stop this big formation, Ning Jiuchen and Nan Siyuan were also determined to do it, but the monks with double golden cores fought together before the formation was activated.

Even though Ning Qing was congenitally ill, Nan Siyuan couldn't beat his golden elixir Dzogchen.

Just because Jing Rong is too outstanding, people often like to remember No.1, so they subconsciously ignore Ning Qing. Under Jing Rong, Xuantianzong has the most outstanding aptitude, and is most likely to become the second Nascent Soul Daoist—— — Ning Qing.

Ning Qing threw the long sword in his hand across Nan Siyuan's neck, and he rarely got angry: "This gentleman is the leader of the Southern Border, how dare you make your own claims."

"It's too late, fellow Taoist Ning." Nan Siyuan was exceptionally calm, and even had time to look at the distant mountains, "At noon, the monsters within a hundred miles will be extinct."

Ning paused for a moment, and when he clearly felt the vitality of everything around him was passing away, his eyes went dark, and he felt dizzy, almost unable to support him to stand upright.

He was too overdrawn, and it was already too much for him to confront Nan Siyuan with his sword just now, so how would he save those innocent grasses, trees and flower spirits?

It seems that there are monsters screaming in his ears... howling they have never harmed anyone... why such a tragic ending...

Ning Qing was a little shaken, but Nan Siyuan calmly brushed away the sword Ning Qing was pointing at, and said, "Sometimes being too close to the world is not a good thing, right?"

"Look, all these evil grievances are on you, the only one who pities them." Nan Siyuan hooked the corners of his lips, turned sideways and Ning Qing staggered, vomiting blood.

Such a large-scale extermination of demons, the grievances generated need to be chanted one after another to be calmed. Under the incompleteness of the heavenly way, such actions may not bring karma.

But a pure wood spiritual root like Ning Qing is the most friendly to all things, and is also the easiest to be entangled in resentment. What's more, he was weak since he was a child, and his spiritual body protection could not dispel the resentment.

Nan Siyuan didn't intend to stand idly by, nor did he intend to help Ning Qing so quickly. A person like Ning Qing who is soft-hearted towards the Yaozu should be taught a lesson.

Ning Qing, who was entangled by the evil resentment, had black eyes for bursts, and he swallowed the blood he almost coughed up, "Nan Siyuan... how can you be worthy of your Dao heart..."

"My heart is for the common people, so I'm sorry."

The author has something to say: common people refer to the common people, not any living beings