Chapter 387

The view of apocalypse.

As long as the common people of Tianqi Kingdom raise their heads, they can see a towering temple tower, just as solid as it was hundreds of years ago, called guantian tower.

As long as you see the tower, there will be endless respect in everyone's heart, and they would like to crawl on the ground to express it.

And one of the three most powerful people in the world lives in this tower.

But no one knew that there was a man sitting on the top of the tower, in the spacious room.

That red shows his identity.

Zhu Xuanji tightly closed his eyes, his head full of sweat, wet his hair around his ears and stuck it on his face and forehead, revealing a charm.

At the moment, her face was white and tender, as white as paper, without a trace of blood.

"Elder martial sister."

The door was opened, and a gentle voice came with a touch of excitement.

Zhu Xuanji opened his eyes, looked at the evergreen in front of him, and said coldly, "go out."

The voice is hoarse, revealing endless exhaustion.

The smile on Changqing's face slowly disappeared, and she was not angry at Zhu Xuanji's words. Her eyes swept around Zhu Xuanji.

There are seven incense burners that can be held in one hand. There are no incense in them. Instead, they light a pale light. The small flame flickers gently. It seems that it will go out in the next moment, but it is still burning stubbornly.

It's seven incense array!

In the seven incense array, what is burning in the censer is not oil, but spiritual power. Only with the continuous infusion of spiritual power, the lights above will not go out. Once the array is formed, it will never stop. If the power is not enough and the lamp is off, the array will be triggered, which is the sky thunder!

Although it's better than the sky thunder in the time of robbery, it's extremely terrible if it's too large. As long as it's one, it'll make a practitioner of the high realm disappear!

One lamp is seven thunder, and seven lights is seventy-seven forty-nine. Since returning from white horse temple, elder martial sister has been punished here by master. It has been half a year. Although the seven incense array does not consume much spiritual power, over time, with constant spiritual power consumption and endless support, no wonder elder martial sister's face is so pale!

Over the past six months, he has been asking his master for help. If not for the master's permission to visit, he would not have known that the elder martial sister had been suffering all the time!

Chang Qing suddenly turned pale and turned, "I'll go to ask for help from my master."

"Stop!" Zhu Xuanji's pale mouth aroused a sneer, "this is the punishment that I and master want to come to."

Evergreen just walked two steps, heard this, fierce meal.

No wonder!

Master always loves elder martial sister. Even if she does something stupid, master should not punish her so much. But why should she

Fierce, Chang Qing seemed to think of something. He turned around and looked at Zhu Xuanji, who was pale. "Are you waiting for him to come back?"

Although the seven incense array is terrible, it also has an infatuated effect. It is forced to continuously refine spiritual power with flint, and the cultivation speed will be twice as fast!

She even Mou Ding can bear that 7749 thunder, just to practice hard, wait for him to come back to help him?!

Zhu Xuanji's eyes are the clearest. She stares at Changqing and says with a sarcastic smile, "younger martial brother, you are possessed by the devil. The way you practice is too complicated."

If the heart is too chaotic, there are too many things to do, and the feelings are too thin, the road of cultivation will be miscellaneous.

Chang Qingsi doesn't listen to Zhu Xuanji's words. All he knows is that Zhu Xuanji has not denied, that is to admit!

The anger in the heart rises gradually, by what? Where is the step Feichen better than him after all!

He must destroy Zhu Xuanji's idea!

Evergreen strides forward two steps, trying to extinguish the candle in the censer. Zhu Xuanji calmly and coldly looks at the nearer evergreen.

Just two steps away from the altar.

Bang!

An invisible barrier in the air blocks the way of evergreen.

Changqing seems to understand what, he frantically beat the invisible barrier, "elder martial sister! You give up! He will not come back, he hid for half a year, let you suffer half a year's suffering, he and Ye Jin Xi ran to the ends of the earth! It's not worth it. It's not worth it! "

Bang!

In front of the barrier suddenly light, will evergreen push back a few steps to stop.

Zhu Xuanji closed his eyes again. "He will come back."

This half year is just the time to give birth to the woman. She didn't say that.

Women and the world, he has made a clear choice, perhaps, because he will make such a choice, just let her feel gratified, she did not wait for the wrong person, did not like the wrong person.

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Baicheng, Dongliang state.

A cliff deep, vertical and down, surrounded by white fog, like fairyland.

It is said that this cliff was the time of the creation. The God of creation fell from the sky, the thunder rolled, and the sword was inserted into the ground. It was only after the fierce shock that this dangerous and severe cliff was formed.At this time, on the edge of the cliff, a white figure was floating like a fairy, her ink hair was floating in the air with the wind, and the veil seemed to fall in the next moment. The thin and thin figure made people worried, for fear that she would fall into the abyss if she was not careful.

The woman looked up at the fog rolling over the cliff, a pair of beautiful eyes is shallow indifference, seems to see through the world of mortals, the body is suffused with a touch of immortal gas.

Suddenly, the woman said, "the world is going to be in chaos."

The sound is as clear as spring water, but it is very comfortable to listen to.

"Dongliang will send troops to Daqin soon." A gentle man's voice suddenly appeared, just like a peach blossom in the sky.

At the same time, the white fog above the cliff seems to be slowly dissipated under the guidance of the wind, and a figure in white is looming, which is Murong Lingmo.

And he actually sat cross legged on the top of the cliff!

Small lily a pair of indifferent eyes son, a twinkling at the Murong Lingmo sitting in the air, "are you willing?"

Willing?

Of course, he would rather offend people all over the world than offend the strange woman he met when he first entered Daqin.

Every time he thought of the appearance when he met her, his mouth would pick up a smile that he couldn't even notice. But as long as he thought that the woman would hate him and hate him, his heart would shrink sharply and hurt beyond his control. Unconsciously, she had already gone deep into his heart.

"Don't you want to part with it?" Murong Lingmo slowly opened the eyes of that pair of ink color. It was still gentle before, but more fierce.

Small Lily does not avoid looking at Murong Lingmo, "reluctant to give up."

She is a native of Daqin, and few people know her real identity. The more she contacts, the more she finds out how powerful Murong Lingmo is and knows everything.

"What do you want to give up?"

Suddenly, a cold voice came from far and near, breaking the silence on the edge of the cliff. With the sound, a dark gray figure came quickly and appeared in the eyes of two people in a blink of an eye.

Shua!

No matter who comes, he stabs Murong Lingmo in the white fog!

Murong Lingmo looked at the figure faintly, and his eyes showed the murderous intention. Even the gentleness of his whole body suddenly disappeared. The man in front of him killed his master with that sword!

In a twinkling of an eye, little Lily had no time to stop it. Murong Lingmo sidestepped away from the sword and jumped down from the air. The colorless and transparent life sword instantly revealed his body shape, held it in his hand, and stabbed at the front door!

"Stop it!" Little Lily was surprised and could not help but shout out.

Hum!

If the sword stops at the tip of the visitor's nose, it will be stabbed by an inch, which shows that the swordsmanship of the person holding the sword is superb.

Murong Lingmo looks at the person in front of him quietly. The dark dragon leaps on his dark grey robe. His appearance is beautiful, which is somewhat similar to him, but with a cold and evil charm. What he hates most is the eyes. There is no half emotion in it. Even under his sword, Murong Ling night is still arrogant and cold.

A sneer, Murong Lingmo side head to look at the small lily, "I remember to promise you."

He promised to keep Murong Lingye alive.

Lily suddenly relaxed, and then reacted, when did she care about his life and death?

I remember promising you.

Murong Ling night eyes shrink, the whole body of evil spirit suddenly burst out, "what, what did you promise her?"

Murong Lingmo eyes a pick, it seems that some surprised looking at Murong Ling night, suddenly smile, that smile as if the cold day suddenly shot into the sun, scattered in the hearts of people, warm.

"What are you laughing at?" Murong Ling night only felt a sense of exasperation.

Since he said he wanted to protect xiaobaihe, he never suppressed his talent and tried to cultivate. But at the moment, under Murong Lingmo's sword, he found his efforts were so ridiculous. His brother was indeed gifted. During his time in Baima temple, he broke through the realm again and again. I don't know whether it was because he had repressed for too long before, or after he was injured, he realized that his efforts were so ridiculous What have you learned.

"I laugh..." Murong Lingmo pause for a moment, light said, "originally you also care about people."

Murong Ling night suddenly clenched his fists, his eyes full of evil spirit staring at the man in front of him!

Hum!

A sword chant came. The flying sword came to Murong Lingmo's back. The speed of the long sword was so fast that it was about to penetrate Murong Lingmo's body!

Bang!

At this time, a silver sword with white light blocked the sword behind Murong Lingmo.

Murong Ling night fierce turn head, hate to look at the small lily, seem to lose sense in general roar: "why do you want to help him! Is that the man he is? "

Xiaobaihe beckons to take back the silver white sword and looks up at Murong Lingye. I'm afraid he has always suspected that her child's father is Murong Lingmo. He thinks that in the whole Dongliang Kingdom, only the two of them can enter her eyes. Moreover, she later helped Murong Lingmo return to Baicheng palace and heal his wounds.But

"No Little lily in the heart a pain, she turned her head, really do not think about that person, think of that humiliating scene.

Murong Lingye seemed to know that she had hurt her. Murong Lingye's evil spirit suddenly disappeared. The flying sword fell on the ground, ignoring the long sword on the tip of his nose, he turned and flew to Xiao Baihe's side, stretched out his hand, but stopped in the air. He didn't know what to do, "I Don't be sad It's my fault... "

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