Sitting on a treacherous minister and good time

Dao, but can't do anything.

Even monks, without the ability to move mountains and fill seas, cannot save those people.

The night sky this night was exceptionally clear, filled with tiny twinkling stars, shining brightly, and the rays of light gathered together to block the moon.

Counting the passing of time bit by bit, Song Jing slowly moved to Xia Yu and sat down, leaning side by side naturally: "The time is coming, can you take me to fly?"

Xia Yu slowly opened her eyes, looked at Song Jing silently, then got up, took out her long sword, took Song Jing with her and broke through the air.

The high-altitude air is very cold, with a refreshing chill.Looking around, I only feel that under the sky full of stars, the night is hazy, with an indescribable beauty and newness.

The dense forest below is full of black holes, as if hiding endless secrets.

Phantom raised his head, quietly looked at the two people with high-altitude swords, and gently embraced each other, as if they were far away from this world, and seemed to be beautiful without a trace of separation.

"What a beautiful illusion." He murmured in a low voice, then closed his eyes, there is nothing he should do here?

"Look over there." Song Jing stretched out her finger, and it turned out to be in the direction where the town was before.It's just that it's too far away now to see the outline of the town at all.

Xia Yu's tone was light: "With a distance of five hundred miles, even if the people in the small town are all dead, we can't see it."

"No." Song Jing smiled slightly, "I thought about it, and if my guess is correct, I can see it here. Use your spiritual eyes, let's fly higher."

Sitting on a treacherous minister and a good Chenjing 091 Xia Yu, do you believe it?

Fly higher.

So the night sky was in front of my eyes.

Song Jing squinted his slender eyes, his spiritual power was blocked, and wherever he could see, there were only vague outlines.

The time is gradually approaching the morning.

The air suddenly became oppressed, Xia Yu frowned, and felt that the spiritual power around her started to riot abnormally, becoming a mess, surging like crazy.

Song Jing asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Xia Yu stabilized the sword under her feet amidst the violent spiritual power, and stretched out her arms to hug Song Jing, "Don't move around, the surrounding spiritual power is a bit violent."

"Really?" Song Jing bent her lips, maybe it was what she thought.

The arms around her waist tightly hug her, and she can clearly feel the hard bones. Xia Yu is very thin, and every time she realizes this, she feels extremely uncomfortable in her heart.

Song Jing frowned, she must, she must not let things go like this.

If Xia Yu continues to live like this, even if he is a monk, he will die.

Gradually, even Song Jing, who is now comparable to ordinary people, felt the heavy depression.It is inevitable that something will happen, ominous, full of the smell of destruction and raging, like the smell of gunpowder after the war, so obvious, it is also shrouded in it above the sky.

Everything is quiet.

Suddenly, Song Jing saw that the whole ground seemed to be beating upwards suddenly, like a powerful and instantaneous beating of the heart, with a strange rhythmic beauty, thick and powerful, trembling in an upward convex arc.

It was dull and silent, like a mime, and the earth was undulating like a tide, and no matter how broken it was, he couldn't see the details clearly. He could only hear a faint "bang" sound later.

Xia Yu could see very clearly. Although she didn't know what the small town five hundred miles away looked like, she could roughly see things a hundred miles away.

The aura of heaven and earth is rioting, and the energy of the earth is redirected.

The power of heaven and earth has the ability to change the world.

He didn't understand things like Feng Shui theory, but he suddenly understood one thing, the world was about to change.

After a whole stick of incense, Song Jing's vision was completely blocked by the dust rising from the ground. He tilted his head and looked at Xia Yu who was a little dazed: "It's more powerful than an earthquake, isn't it?"

"Yes." Xia Yu came back to her senses, and said lightly, "It's the change of direction of Qi."

"In your opinion, can the small town five hundred miles away be spared?" Although Song Jing couldn't see clearly the situation below, she was confident in foreseeing death.

It's really ridiculous, having incomparable confidence in such abilities.

Seeing that black gas, everyone in that town will die.

Xia Yu was silent: "Looking at the situation, that small town is the center. The people inside will definitely die."

"If we didn't come out, would we also die inside?" Song Jing asked again.

"Yes." Xia Yu looked at Song Jing with a strange gaze, "As the center of the spiritual riot, monks can't use spiritual power, just like ordinary people."

Song Jing raised her eyebrows lightly, and said flatly: "I said they would die in the early morning, and they really died.

You see, I said that I can foresee death, do you believe it or not? "

Xia Yu was silent.

The facts are in front of us and there is no room for refutation.If it wasn't for Song Jing's insistence on leaving the town, then he and Song Jing would be just corpses there now.

It is difficult to say the letter, but he opened his mouth and said softly: "Letter."

Do you really believe it?Song Jing squinted at him, and smiled lightly: "I want you to really convince yourself to believe it."

"I believe it." Xia Yu's slashed face was silent and firm, "I said it, I believe it."

Song Jing smiled: "Well, if you believe this matter, I can also talk about the next thing."

"Do I have to say it?" Xia Yu had a strong premonition that what Song Jing wanted to mention was something he would avoid.

"It must be said." Song Jing looked up at him, with deep sunken eyes, blue eye sockets, thin like a sick ghost, "I have to say it, after I say it, whether you believe it or not, at least I hope you will be well in the future Take care of yourself..."

Xia Yu remained silent, acquiescing to Song Jing's words.

"What I want to say is that I have this ability a long time ago." Song Jing seemed to be recalling, her eyes far away, "Do you remember the basketball? When she came to me that day, I told you , I saw her face was filled with black air, as if she was about to die."

Xia Yu suddenly remembered that Song Jing had said this—"I saw that the black air was lingering on the face of the basket, and the lifeless air blocked her eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and it was almost completely sealed."

"I have an intuition in my heart that when the facial features are completely sealed, the basket will die."

and then?

"Then Lancai died." Song Jing's voice carried a strange smile, "That was the first time I discovered that it seemed to be able to foresee death through the kind of black energy that no one could see."

Xia Yu was surprised: "You didn't even tell me."

"I told you, right?" Song Jing raised her eyebrows, "It's just that you subconsciously said that it is impossible to foresee death. So you choose not to believe it. I don't believe that I really foresaw the death of Lancai , I just thought it was a coincidence."

Xia Yu stared blankly at Song Jing: "What about after that?"

"After that," Song Jing tilted her head, "I escaped for the first time, you know that?"

"I haven't told you. I met a young man. He was a little ruffian. His whole body was dirty except for his teeth." Song Jing raised the corners of her lips with sadness and joy, "But within a few days, On the night I came back, I saw the blackness on his face."

"If we see it, can't we avoid it?" Xia Yu couldn't get used to Song Jing's tone, so she interrupted directly, "Look, we also escaped tonight."

"Maybe it's just luck. Maybe it's fate." Song Jing glanced at Xia Yu, "I also wanted to try my best to avoid Xiao Wu's death, but in the end, he still died before my eyes. There was nothing I could do."

"At that time you will be sure, you can foresee death?" Xia Yu's voice was dry.

"Yes, I'm sure." Song Jing smiled lightly, "So later, when I saw Ji Lingge's dark face, I thought, since she is destined to die, I will push her to Tantai Qingyan for punishment , then it doesn't matter."

"Since she is going to die, why should I point to other innocent people to make more people die?" Song Jing looked at the stiff Xia Yu with cold eyes, "Do you believe what I said?"

Xia Yu was silent for a long time, the high-altitude wind blew slowly, and the ground below trembled violently, and the noisy dust was slowly sinking, returning to calm.

Song Jing raised her hands to cover those around her waist, and smiled slightly, but with cruel persecution: "Xia Yu, do you believe it?"

Starlight shone beside her, and the silver light was like the color of flowing water, covering the faces of the two as cool as water, quietly like ancient sculptures.

Why not answer?The thing that has caused you conflicts for a long time is that I indirectly killed your mother?

Now that you know that without me, she would also die, can't you relax a little bit?

"Xia Yu, do you believe it?" Song Jing asked word by word with strength in her voice, as if she was pressing every step of the way without letting go.

"I..." He heard Xia Yu's voice slowly coming out of his throat, like a baby who just started babbling, speaking so hard.

"Xia Yu, do you believe it?" Song Jing stared into the distance and continued to ask flatly.

Xia Yu buried her head into Song Jing's neck, her voice hoarse: "Why did you say it now?"

"Without what happened in the early hours of tonight, would you believe that I could foresee death?" Song Jing said softly.

"will not."

Song Jing smiled: "Since you don't believe me, what's the use of telling me?"

The skin of the neck was stained with a few drops of coldness, and at such a high place, the tears fell out of the eye sockets, and it became cold.

The moist feeling softened Song Jing's heart, but she had to ask: "Xia Yu, do you believe it?"

"I believe." Xia Yu hissed softly like a wounded beast.