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"Where's your 'Qijueqin'?" Lin Feiyuan asked anxiously, "You play so well during the day, take it out and continue playing!"

"Once you enter this place, the magic weapon will be useless." Song Qianji said, "Lend me a sword, I know you still have it."

A normal assassin never has more than a sword.

"Remember to return it!" Lin Feiyuan took out two swords and handed the valuable one to Song Qianji.

Endless crowds poured out of the night fog and came towards the two people in the middle of the street.

When Song Qianji took the sword, he had already seen the faces of those people clearly.

The passers-by who passed by on the street just now had empty and dull eyes.

Men, women, old people, and children were all numb.They travel at the same speed, like marionettes, walking dead.

At first the pace is slow, as if the stringer is unskilled, and then the speed gradually increases.

Song Qianji looked up, the night sky was dark, the clouds were rolling, the cold wind was blowing, and there seemed to be ghosts walking through the black clouds.

Sure enough, here we go again.

Song Qianji showed a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

Lin Feiyuan has gone through many killing battles, and has gone through countless dangerous storms. She believes that she has her head on her waist and is not afraid of heaven and earth.

But the incomparably weird atmosphere here really chilled him.

"Are they human?" He asked Song Qianji, his voice trembling slightly, "The people in this city want to come and kill us?"

In the last moment, a city that was full of vigor and vitality, and passers-by who were full of joy on their faces, changed in the blink of an eye.

"This is not the real Huawei City. They are not real people either. These people have no sense and can only be commanded. The commander must also be in the city. But in order not to be discovered by me, he will try his best to hide." Song Qianji spoke quickly Light and steady in tone.

"How do you know?" Lin Feiyuan frowned.

The other party was too calm and clear.If this person wasn't Song Qianji, he would almost suspect that he was an undercover agent sent by the enemy.

"I met it before." Song Qianji said, "A long time ago."

Even in the face of the long river of time, after watching the ending of "The Snowy Land at the End" a hundred times, seeing that the heart is like a peaceful lake, there are no waves.

I have watched the experience of "first journey to the fairyland" a thousand times, and I saw me eating melon seeds and chatting with the narrator, and I laughed at myself.

But among the thousands of experiences in his previous life, he still has certain scenes that he doesn't want to watch anymore, and memories that he subconsciously wants to forget.

Similar to this moment.

"That's great!" Lin Feiyuan was overjoyed, and suddenly felt proud, "If you have one thing, you won't be afraid of another! How did you get out last time?"

He waited for a while, but he didn't wait for an answer. He was about to press again, but he heard the other party laughing:

"I won't tell you."

Lin Feiyuan's smile disappeared, and she blushed angrily: "Are you sick? Are you sober?!"

Song Qianji ignored him, and told him seriously: "Before I find the commander, you try to deal with them as much as possible, and don't kill them. Do you understand?"

"I understand, I will preserve my spiritual energy." Lin Feiyuan nodded, took a deep breath, and smiled, "We have made it through this time, and it is considered a life-and-death relationship. I will lead them away to the right, and you will go to the left to find the commander , when I finish counting one, two, three, let's start at the same time—hey, Song Qianji! I'll go!"

Before he finished speaking, Song Qian moved too fast, and his back disappeared into the night fog in an instant.

Lin Feiyuan could no longer see it.

……

In Huawei City, there are many tall buildings and many mansions.

Song Qianji skimmed over the roofs of the pavilions, like a bird rising and falling in the forest.

In the rolling fog, he had a clear route without any detours, as if he was sure of his goal.

The wireman manipulated the crowd to climb to the top of the building and tried to stop him, but Song Qianji was faster.

There was a strong wind blowing in the sky, and the strong air current wanted to blow him down, so Song Qian flew against the wind.

Occasionally, he was caught in a tight siege, and he swung his sword calmly, like cutting down trees.

Song Qianji said to himself, with a very soft voice: "You can do it in Huaweizong, or you can come to Qianqu, it's better to do it yourself, don't fake it to others... It's just that you shouldn't do it again. I'm now A little angry."

The city is fake, the people are fake, the sky is fake, the world is fake.

But the "feeling" of killing people is real.As long as you can feel the temperature of the blood splashed on your face, you can hear the screams and wailing, and you can see the piles of corpses and bones.

What is the difference between true and false.

He didn't let Lin Feiyuan kill him.

The other party thought it was to save aura and wait for the big battle.

He didn't explain why, let alone tell the truth

——In his previous life, he killed people in a city before he found the commander.

He wants to live, not to die.

But a Huawei city has millions of people.Men, women, old and young, traffickers and pawns.

People with different heights, shorts, fats and thins have different faces.

Anyone who has killed this battle, even if he can survive, will have a mental breakdown, can no longer hold a sword, and become a pig and sheep to be slaughtered.

In the previous life, this fake city lured him into the urn, not only wanting his life, but also wanting to kill his heart.

In this life, there are still people he brought from Qianqu in the city, they are all very young, less than 20 years old.

At night, I have a dream of "swinging the sword thousands of miles, wandering into the world of self-cultivation, let me roam the world", and during the day, snowballs hit my companions.

The night wind was fierce, and a black shadow in the sky swooped down like a bat, screaming and laughing strangely.

The majestic spirit crushed towards Song Qianji, mixed with strong death energy, like a tsunami rushing towards an isolated island.

There is "vigor" in the living person, and the breath is full of vitality.

There is "death energy" in the dead.The two are naturally compatible.And the owner of the remnant soul has been dead for hundreds of years, and his lifelessness is extremely strong.

"The dead people floating in the sky come to kill me, and the living people on the ground also come to kill me." After Song Qianji finished speaking, he suddenly raised his head and asked loudly:

"Since the body is dead and the dao is gone, why do you want to stay in the world?!"

The sword in his hand was like ordinary iron, and the sleeves of his dress were torn, blown up by the strong wind.

The words "Love the world" echoed.

The remnant soul has lost its sanity and cannot use the supernatural powers before birth.Just relying on the strength of the impact of the spiritual pressure, it is still a big mountain falling head-on.

With the physical strength of a normal Nascent Soul cultivator, if he chooses to carry it hard, he will be crushed into a meat paste immediately.

If you want to avoid it with your body, the remnant soul will entangle you endlessly, and the "death energy" and resentment will still overwhelm him.

Song Qianji opened his mouth, held the long sword horizontally, made seals with his hands, and burst out of his throat: "Jie! Open!"

In an instant, the turbulent vitality erupted, and the golden light broke through the thick fog and illuminated the roof.

The black shadow rushed into the golden light, passed through his body, and disappeared out of thin air.

……

Yuan Qingshi appeared in front of the city gate, holding a huge white banner.

The city gate is tall and majestic, and the three characters "Huawei City" hang above his head.

The white flag in his hand was covered with a faint red light, fluttering.

A fine layer of cold sweat oozed from Yuan Qingshi's forehead.

The master entrusted this matter to him, and he must be absolutely safe.

He also knew in his heart that this matter was related to the rise and fall of the sect.

Huawei Sect cannot lose the fireworks enshrined in the mortal world, the attachment of other forces, and the status of the overlord of Tianxizhou.

With Song Qianji, no, with Qianqu County, it's a life-or-death situation.

Sometimes life and death are not because of personal grievances, but because of positions, class, interests, these invisible but very important things.

He has already changed twelve locations, and Song Qianji has also changed eight roads, each of which can lead to where he is the fastest.

And the speed is getting faster and faster.

This was originally his home field, he could travel freely and could perceive everything in the city.

At first, the feeling of omniscience and control of a puppet almost became an addiction for him.

However, if the enemy is trapped in the city, his five senses should be dull, and his consciousness cannot pass through the thick fog.Just like Meng Heze, Ji Chen, and other Qianqu disciples.

How did Song Qianji know where he was?

Why can't a powerful soul hurt the opponent, but is "absorbed" instead?

It doesn't make sense at all.

Song Qianji in his impression was the mad young master who sang in the hall and played the jade flute.

Everyone knows that Song Qianji loves flowers and plants, is proficient in playing chess and writing, and won the favor of saints by virtue of star picking games and hero posts.

After today's wedding banquet, there is also a rule of mastering the rhythm and not paying attention to etiquette.

A genius indeed.Yuan Qingshi thought, but this kind of person should not be difficult to deal with after being cut off from their backing and artifacts.

It was supposed to be a safe game, but now he vaguely felt that things were out of control.

But others are in the "city" and cannot contact Master and Zongmen.

"Go!" He gritted his teeth and waved the white flag.

The scarlet light flickered, and ten black shadows flew towards somewhere in the sky.

The remnant soul has no sanity, and can only be driven and directed by the soul-inducing banner.

He is the bearer, that is, the matchmaker, and he must never be found out.

At this moment, his ears moved slightly, and he heard a voice from the wind:

"I have a keen sense of life, you are the only real living person in the city, don't run away."

It was Song Qianji's voice.

Yuan Qingshi's face turned pale instantly, and his figure disappeared in place like light smoke.

……

"Leave Huawei Mountain tonight, submerge into the mortal world and become a mortal. Walk chickens and dogs to farm..." Song Qianji raised his sword and knocked down another person, who was the shopkeeper who sold soup dumplings just now, and continued to chant, "Cheeky!" Live a short life."

On the first night when he was reborn, he dangled on the wall of the broken cliff with a dagger.

The cold wind in the mountains and forests blew through his robes of outer disciples, and he looked at the bottomless abyss, thinking this doggerel in his heart.

Tonight, he recited poems, beheaded people, drove the realm to collect remnants of souls, and sang along the way, and the scenes of his previous life reappeared before his eyes.

——The young man walked out of the long street where the corpses were piled up, half of his arm was exposed, his body was soaked in dirty blood, mud, marrow fluid, and vomit, and he couldn't see a complete human figure.

When he walked up to the hooker, he asked him why he hated him so much and why he wanted to kill him in this way.

On the contrary, the opponent was terrified and beheaded by him with a sharp sword.

When the mountains and rivers are at the end of the day, nothing compares to cultivation and spells.

Harder and more ruthless than anyone else.

"Things, I've done it all; people, I'm tired of killing too. I don't want to go on the same path as before, why don't you guys understand?"

"I'm not the child of destiny, I'm not the protagonist, I can't save the world. I want to farm, is there something wrong? If you sow melons, you will reap melons, and if you sow beans, you will reap beans. I like new life, not death.

Land and vegetation are more reliable than people, they will never say to you, sorry..."

After Song Qianji finished talking to himself, he suddenly sighed:

"The one who can kill this city is really not a human. The one who can control a city to kill people is not a human anymore. You are still young, didn't your master teach you that some bottom lines have been broken, and people can't turn back. How can I let you do this kind of dirty work?"

Yuan Qingshi turned his head stiffly and saw Song Qianji's calm face.

He trembled all over, and in an instant, he felt a great terror greater than death.

Song Qianji's voice was faint, slightly tired.

He could hear every word, but could not understand a word.I dare not listen carefully.

"Ah!" With a stern shout, the scarlet light of the summoning banner illuminated half of the city.

The black clouds in the sky surged, and countless black shadows rushed out, like a flock of ferocious crows slaughtering their prey.

Song Qianji was submerged by the billowing black tide of the Dead Sea.

He stood in the center of the wave and opened his lips: "Jie, Xian!"

The net bottle vibrates softly, and the golden light shines brightly.The spring-like vitality of the earth gushes out from his purple mansion!

Life and death of yin and yang, conflict and exchange, one body has the same origin.

Without death, how can there be new life.