The girl in front of her is only in her twenties, even if she has accepted the inheritance of heaven, even if she has been the darling of fate since she was born. Her soul has been so pure and powerful, and her soul is so fragmented and condensed that ordinary people can't bear the pain. She seems to have no trouble, and doesn't even frown. He seemed to see the hundred mile flowing sound of a long time ago. How many men are afraid and alienated when a woman becomes so strong? Even if there is a trace of ambiguity, it gradually becomes awe. But Mo Qingshan is different. He likes to look at the sound of a hundred miles. I like the way she looks. Also like her for this should have nothing to do with her world, the appearance of hard work. Mo Qingshan doesn't care whether he can gain power and status or whether he will be ridiculed by others. As long as he saw his wife's bright smile, he felt that his heart was empty, without sadness and happiness, as if it had been put into practice, so warm and so secure. It was his happiest time. But his happiness will disappear one day. The music is more and more touching. Thread by thread into the ear of Mo Qingshan. The trance on his face grew heavier and heavier. In front of my eyes, there seems to be a figure with a hundred Li flowing sound. Mo Qingshan was staring at him, suddenly his eyes suddenly turned. He realized that he was in the middle of the environment. After being forced to improve by incantation, he reached the top level of the realm of stars with the divine musician's skill of heaven's nine clouds. This idea just crossed my mind, the attack of Xiaoyao Qizi had already arrived【 The absolute space field is unfolding in silence. Mo Qingshan's move to break away from the dreamland was solidified by Shengsheng. A breath is short, but it is fatal on the battlefield. At the moment when Ling Yusheng tried his best to show the stillness of time and space, Leng Yumo had already taken off to his head. A golden red fireball was on her red lotus soul grabbing sword. That's the goldenrod. Jinwu Huojing signed a contract with Muyan. The strength of Moyan also makes its level rise rapidly. But today's Moyan can't use it any more, and Jinwu fire with the best fire attribute is the most useful for the cold plume of [Flame Field]. So Muyan gives the Jinwu fire essence to Leng Yumo. The golden red fireball twines around the blade tip, gradually lighting up the lines on the red lotus soul grabbing blade. The flame burned from the blade to the handle, and finally spread to Leng Yumo. The whole body of the girl in red was burning with flames, just like the God of war. Mo Qingshan hands a Yang, Fengshen order appears, into a scroll. However, at this time, a red and a white two beads in a left and a right emitting a dazzling light. The great beast broke through the air. In the two sides of the order, a bi Fang and a Bai Ze hold the two ends of the order respectively. The seal of the gods made him tremble violently. The powerful energy fluctuation makes Bi Fang's body shake and his feathers turn into Mars. Dense characters float high in the sky. Boom! The floating characters were burned to ashes in an instant when the red lotus soul grabbing sword cut them off. Mo Qingshan's face turned white. But his expression was as like as two peas. This Mo Qingshan is holding a pen in his hand and points to Leng Yumo. There was a loud bang. The nib collided with the blade. The cold feather foam suddenly spurts out a mouthful of blood, and the whole body's skeleton seems to have a clattering sound.