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Yan Zhi took the Xuantian Stone and was about to go back to the East Realm. If there were no accidents, the next thing he had to do was to break the seal of Jiuxiaotian.

But since he took the Xuantian Stone, he has been dreaming all night, and he can't remember the content clearly, he only vaguely remembers that sound.

Rong Xie.

Rongxie...

Rongxie...!

What I remember more clearly is that he was holding a bunch of blood-red pendants and handing them over to Qing Guishen who couldn't see his face clearly, and said, "Look, does this sword tassel match Long Yuan sword?" suitable."

Yan Zhi faintly wanted to laugh, the man in front of him was dressed in frost and white, he was a noble and unparalleled person here, why did he think of Jiansui to give him a bunch of blood-red blood-red ones?How could that person pick it up.

But that person just took it.

The five fingers that are as fine as suet and jade are holding the crimson sword tassel, bringing out a different sense of beauty, but when he looks at it, he can't bear the slightest blasphemy, Yan Zhi only feels that 'he' himself is extremely happy , The opening is: "Then I will tie it for you?"

It was clearly within a short distance, and it seemed that the man took the sword tassel and did not give 'him' a chance to tie the sword tassel. The man just said indifferently: "Ling Yun, you don't have to come to Jiuxiao every day."

"It's okay, I'm not working hard." He smiled cheerfully, and then heard the human say: "No, it's Suicune..."

"Oh, that's all right, he's the one who carries the cold." Seeing 'myself' laughing more and more happily, Yan Zhi was a little hesitant, this bad temper really resembles himself, the difference is probably that this person Stupid.

Yan Zhi warned himself that the dream should not be real, but when he thought of those blurred fragments in the dream, he lost sleep before he knew it. Perhaps he knew what Shuangbai was referring to as the scenery, and he should also know the voice of Rongxie. Who is it called.

But now that Xuantian Stone is in his hands, why does he still miss a person who is his enemy so much, the person in the dream is him or not him, that person is Jing Rong or not.

Who is it... He called Rongxie in his dream.

Could it be, he...?

That noble and astonishing Taoist monarch who came here on frost and snow——Jing Rong.

It was only when Yan Zhi thought about it that he realized that the Xuantian Stone in his palm was [-]% similar to the sword tassel beads in his dream.

Do people really have past and present lives?Do people really have past and present lives?Since the first battle in ancient times, the god Rong Xie fell from himself, and after the reincarnation of heaven collapsed.

Yan Zhi raised his eyes to look at the blood-stained sky as the setting sun was setting. He wanted to talk to someone, but Yan Huai, the only person he could talk to, was in the east again.

Thinking of the voice calling in the dream, from the initial joyful expectation to the final hysteria, Yan Zhi couldn't help but twitched the corners of his lips, his always firm heart was shaken to some extent.

Since when did it start, he would remember the people who were planning to play in the game, maybe it was from the first time he saw it, or maybe the turbulence of dreams also messed up his thoughts.

In late spring, the urgent call for help from the besieged monks in the eastern border was finally delivered to Jing Rong, but Lin Wudu had not yet arrived in the extreme northern region.

Jing Rong held the letter paper in his hand and pondered for a moment, then said in a low voice, "Depart for the Eastern Realm immediately."

With the current situation in the eastern region, if they don't set off again, they may only be able to save the bones of other disciples.

But in fact, it is too late to start now.

The cultivation disciples were besieged by two clans of monsters in the valley, and food and grass had been cut off for more than ten days. In the late spring, the eastern region was raining heavily, making people feel flustered.

A temporary team leader disciple buried in the grass with his sword in his hand, and whispered to boost his morale: "The cultivation world will not give up on us, colleagues, if you hold on for a while, the reinforcements will arrive soon!"

"Will the reinforcements really come...? Nan Siyuan has surrendered to the enemy..." Another disciple who was wounded was panting heavily. It was cloudy and rainy, and even he himself expected that his time was numbered.

"Even Nan Siyuan, who is good at calculating, has joined Moxiu's command, does it mean that we can't win the game from the beginning..." As soon as these words came out, the low morale was hit even more .

The young disciple who led the team pursed his lips, and couldn't think of any strong refutation for a while. The fact that Nan Siyuan rebelled under the command of the demon king was a blow that was much more than Ning Jiuchen's death in battle. How would he argue and encourage him? disciple next to him.

But... Even if there is only a glimmer of hope, you should not give up.

"We still have a suzerain! Daoist Rong Xie! He is the most amazing talent in the human race in the past tens of thousands of years! He will definitely not ignore us!" The leading disciple shouted loudly.

The rest of the disciples were silent for a moment, and then they all responded: "Yes! There is also the suzerain...!"

The words Rongxie Daojun gave them great encouragement. Even though it is raining continuously and the sky is never sunny, they are willing to believe that their suzerain can break through the gloom and come with the light of the sky to save them and save them. The common people are in the midst of water and fire.

Zi Mu outside the valley pointed at Dan Kou, and couldn't help laughing at the innocent words of the human monks in the valley, she just said leisurely: "When the sky breaks, it is the time when their lives die."

The demon lord has already issued an order, and the three characters of "killing no amnesty" have established the ending of this group of monks. Even if Taoist Rongxie, the highest cultivator in the world of cultivation, wanted to save them, it would be too late.

As for why the monsters and demons didn't take action for a long time, it is of course that when the sky clears, it will be easier to deal with these cunning monks.

"I haven't seen the sky for a few days." Ning Qing has been in a drowsy state recently. He sees cloudy sky when he wakes up, and it is still gloomy when he dreams. This season when spring and summer intersect, there is really no spring and summer. .

"Tomorrow will be fine." Yan Huai took the soup and medicine from the attendant, and fed Ning Qing spoon by spoon.

"Really." Ning Qing looked at the gloomy sky and said softly, "This medicine is a bit bitter."

Yan Huai pursed his lips and thought about it. He changed the prescription and tried to make it less bitter, but Zhelan still didn't seem to be able to drink it.

but.

"The medicine still has to be drunk."

"……All right."

Ning Qing smiled helplessly, as long as he softened his attitude, he could talk about anything with Yan Huai, except drink medicine.

Looking at it from another perspective, maybe it was because Yan Huai cared too much about him.

Yan Huai's concern for Ning Qing was never in words. He even made a swing out of vines and hung it in the courtyard of Ning Qing Palace. The red lotus in the pool in front of the palace was also replaced with green lotus. Cuisha is beautiful.

When Ning Qing was rarely awake, he mostly leaned against the side of the swing that Yan Huai specially made for him out of vines, watching the ravens fly by on the eaves.

Now that the demons have emerged, the old palace of the demons has seen the sky again. The reliefs on the beams silently narrate the old glory of the demon palace. The dead water in the pool is full of red lotuses to welcome the old and the new owner. , but also with a sense of elegance under the glitz.

The Demon Race Shangxuan, the main tone of the Great Demon Palace also tends to be darker. After watching for a long time, the mood will always be a little gloomy, but when the black dress is walking towards him, Ning Qing feels that it is not so difficult to bear.

"Go back, I'm a little cold..." It was he who said, Yan Huai immediately untied his cloak and put it on his shoulders, bent down and hugged him, he replied softly: "Let's go back."

"Okay." Ning Qing leaned on Yan Huai, his health was getting worse and worse, and Yan Huai spent almost all of his free time with him.

Yan Huai said that the sky would be fine, but when Ning woke up early in the morning, the sky did clear up, and Nan Siyuan's call post was also handed to him.

"What are you doing here again?" Ning Qing hadn't seen Nan Siyuan since that day, and it seemed that Nan Siyuan still didn't give up trying to persuade him.

"Fellow Daoist Ning is really not curious, what is your ideal person doing recently?"

"..." Ning Qing didn't answer immediately. Yan Huai often accompanied him recently, but it was obvious to the naked eye how busy Yan Huai was, but he didn't dare to explore why he was busy.

"Does Fellow Daoist Ning really want to know? This might be the last chance." Nan Siyuan observed Ning Qing's expression. He had already given up a lot for Ning Qing to help him. Now he only hoped that Ning Qing would not be The so-called love has gone to the head, and he doesn't care about other things.

"……think."

"Come with me."

Fortunately, he won the bet.

Before being invited by Xia Nan Siyuan to go to the frontier battlefield, Ning Qing thought a lot and made many assumptions. The only thing he didn't dare to think about was that the reality was much more tragic than imagined.

Moxiu's way of dealing with the aftermath of the war has always been simple and straightforward. He burned the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood with one fire, and also solved his worries.

Ning Qing could vaguely see the fingertips of the disciples wearing Xuantianzong's costumes trembling in the sea of ​​flames. The raging fire was obviously far away from him, but it also burned Ning Qing.

The disciple who was still breathing was struggling in the sea of ​​flames. When he saw Nan Siyuan and Ning Qing coming, he seemed to see hope again. He struggled towards Ning Qing and shouted: "Master Ning...Uncle Ning?! Save the disciples ...Save the disciple..."

Save... save them...?

How could he, a Golden Core cultivator, be able to solve the magic fire with the blessing of magic power, besides, the casters were not limited to Golden Core.

It should be the season of spring, but there is no life in this barren valley. It is not only the human race that suffers under the boundless barrenness, but even wandering spirits who have not yet formed their cultivation.

Ning Qing closed his eyes, and when a tear fell, he slowly knelt down on the ground. His trembling hands touched the black land that had been scorched by the fire, and there was nothing under the vitality search.

"How...how could this be..." In just half a year, why did it become like this...

"Why is this happening? You, Ning Daoyou, who often accompany the culprit prime minister, shouldn't know better than me." Nan Siyuan answered indifferently, not caring how embarrassed Ning Qing was, or what happened to his colleagues who were still alive in the sea of ​​flames. struggling.

Ning Qing burst into tears, and the hand holding the scorched soil couldn't help shaking. He opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word. There was only a low cry, and a little bit of spiritual power filled with vitality flooded from his fingertips. Rejuvenate the earth.

It is the scorched old trees regenerating new leaves, and the flowers and plants in this barren land are coming again. The light-colored flowers are making noise, accompanied by swaying grass leaves, embellishing the belated spring.

Ning Qing's spiritual power was overdrawn, and he still had to stagger up and walk towards the raging sea of ​​flames. He murmured in a dazed way: "Save...save them..."

The place he stepped on was full of vitality, and in contrast to his increasingly pale complexion.

The tears never stopped, just like the blood dripping from his heart. He never knew that the truth was so difficult to bear, and under the illusion of peace, his eyes were full of blood, it would be better...

At this moment, Ning Qing was blocked by a ghostly blue spiritual barrier. He stretched out his hand and pushed it as if he didn't know that mortal power was useless against the spiritual barrier. When he staggered back a few steps, a trembling voice came from behind him. .

"Zhelan..."

Ning Qing turned around in a daze, only to see black and mysterious figures gathered in the sky, and the leader was staring at him intently, but he didn't take a step forward.

Seeing that Yan Huai stretched out his hand towards him, Ning Qing said:

"Zhelan, come here."