C1438

On the long ladder, there is eternal dust. Although we are cleaning every day, we still can't change this.

Whoa!

The thin boy came here again. He was wearing very thin clothes and his hair was a little messy. He looked up and showed a very ordinary face. His eyes were still clear, but he had more tired than he should have been when he was young.

Today is the 15th day. It is the 15th day for him to ask for the way from the Red Star College. As always, he came here and went up the stairs.

"Look, here comes the man."

"The teacher didn't say that his anger was too strong, and the sea of Qi had solidified and could not practice. How could he be so stubborn?"

"Speaking of it, it's also a poor man. My hometown has been destroyed and I have to step into the road of practice. But the road of practice is very difficult."

After hundreds of years of turmoil, the land of gods and Demons has already withered, and life has been wiped out. By now, the remaining population is less than one tenth of that of that year.

The young man who went up the stairs was one of the victims.

He came from Dongsheng Shenzhou in the distance. He came here to seek Tao after thousands of hardships. However, the Qi sea in his body had solidified. They said that his anger was very heavy. Even if he forced to open the Qihai to practice, he would be possessed by demons in the future.

He once asked, what is anger?

The white dragon replied, "hate."

The youth does not understand: "the mountains and rivers are broken, the country is broken and the family is destroyed. Why can't there be hatred?"

Facing this problem, Bai long does not speak.

The dark turmoil has lasted for hundreds of years and the earth has been devastated. Who has no hatred in the hearts of those who only survive?

But he didn't know that he was different from others. His hatred was too deep and too deep to practice, but the evil spirit in his body began to haunt him.

"Hello, boy, do you know what Qihai is?" Asked a young man.

"I know that Qihai is the root of practice." The young man answered seriously.

"But your air sea has solidified." Said the man.

The youth is silent.

"The frozen sea of Qi is unable to practice. There is no way to store aura. What can I do for practice?"

"But I want to practice." The boy raised his head and showed a pair of stubborn eyes.

The young man's disciple was speechless and said nothing.

Finally, he came to the end of the stairs, looking at the tall gatehouse, standing quietly, not impatient, or dissatisfied expression.

He was as quiet as ever.

The disciples who pass by occasionally take a look and shake their heads, but they don't pay too much attention to it.

Pen!

At this time, the sky dark down, a deep crack appeared, and then, a figure fell down, a sudden shock, hit a huge hole in the earth.

All the disciples were shocked, and then they ran over one after another.

The young man tilted his head, inexplicably, so he wanted to have a look, but didn't want to leave here. He was afraid that the people in Red Star College said he had no perseverance, so he chose the latter.

Deep in the Red Star College, a disciple came in a hurry: "Dean, Dean, the event is not good!"

Yeah?

White dragon eyebrow a shake: "is those people killed?"

The disciple shook his head: "No

The White Dragon said again, "is that hell coming?"

He shook his head again: "neither."

White dragon can't help but curse: "no, what are you flustered about?"

He took a deep breath and said sadly, "it's the grandmaster."

White dragon's eyes brightened, showing joy: "is he back?"

The young disciple pressed his voice: "it's grandmaster Qingyang. He fell from the sky with blood on his body. His life is very weak. Please go and see it, Dean Eh? "

Hearing those words, the white dragon has disappeared.

The pit is only a few miles away from the college, so he came here soon.

Many disciples gathered around here, but they did not dare to rush forward. Seeing the arrival of the white dragon, they made way one after another.

It's really Qingyang.

Bai Long's heart was shocked. His divine sense swept away, and his face suddenly became dignified. His life atmosphere was very weak. There was a strong willpower in his body, which was disintegrating the origin of his life.

It's a serious injury.

He strode forward and took Qingyang back.

In front of the gatehouse, the boy opened his mouth slightly and asked a passing disciple, "what happened?"

The man replied, "well, our great uncle is injured. It looks very serious!"

Is he the younger brother of the black swordsman?

The first thing I think of is Qingyang. Although hundreds of years have passed, the legend of Qingyang is still circulating in this land.

And he is an irreplaceable hero in the hearts of teenagers.

Thinking of this, the young man faintly excited: "can I see my uncle?"The man shook his head. "No way."

Young man:.... "

In fact, a lot of people can't see Qingyang any more, and only a few people at the top of the college are qualified to step into the deepest place.

At this time, the narrow room, white dragon back and forth, look very urgent and flustered.

On the left side, an old man with white beard glanced over: "it's useless to worry. I'd better wait for the blue girl to come."

LAN Xiaoxue, a famous doctor a hundred years ago, is also a close friend of Li Yi, but they don't know whether it is a friend after all.

At the moment of receiving the news, LAN Xiaoxue started to leave and came here after three days.

She stood still beside the bed, looking at the appearance of Qingyang, carefully feeling the fluctuations in her body and life weather, and could not help frowning.

Half an hour later, she took a deep breath and turned to look at the White Dragon: "what's going on?"

White dragon innocently waved his hand: "from the sky, really, I don't know what happened."

"How about it?" the old man asked

LAN Xiaoxue breathed out a breath and sighed, "the great emperor's Qi machine, as well as the power of death. If I'm not wrong, it should be the emperor."

As soon as the words were said, the old men could not help but breathe.

Did the emperor do it?

Oh, my God.

Do you want to be so fierce? And the emperor.

LAN Xiaoxue said again: "the sword of the princes is missing."

This is a suffocating problem. He is closely related to the swords of the princes. If the sword is still there, it should not be difficult to heal the wounds.

But the sword is gone.

What has Qingyang experienced?

There was silence in the room, and no one spoke.

The emperor's Qi is lingering among them, coupled with the terrible power of death, even she can't do anything about it. Now the only way is to wait.

If Qingyang's willpower is strong enough, as long as the strong Qi dissipates and the power of death is annihilated, he can survive.

However, she was even more puzzled about why the two different forces, Qi and death, appeared in Qingyang's body?