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The clear night sky of Gu Lingzong was suddenly obscured by clouds, and the stars disappeared from the sky, replaced by heavy rain.
The midnight hour had not yet arrived, and not long after Lu Yuai fell asleep, she was awakened by thunder outside the window.
She sat up from the couch in single clothes and looked sideways.
Electric light splashed down from time to time on the paper windows, and the curtains and furnishings beside the windows flashed a pale white color. Listening to the thunder and rain, she felt an extreme and bad premonition in her heart.
Xiao Ling was still sleeping next to her with her body curled up. She seemed to have had some kind of nightmare, her petite body was trembling.
Lu Marian opened some quilts and lay down quietly. She crossed the jade-inlaid black gauze screen and came to the window. The faint flashing light illuminated her close-fitting white clothes, and her black hair also showed a crow-green color. color.
Why does it rain suddenly...
Lu Marian caressed her chest, her brows trembling slightly as if they were touched by frost. She casually took out a coat and put it on, opened the door, her jade feet touched the bricks as cold as snow, and she looked towards the north intently. , that was the direction of Ten Thousand Demons City, but she could see nothing but the heavy rain.
She always felt like she was going to lose something forever...
This was how she felt when she watched Ning Changjiu jump into the abyss.
Am I overthinking it, or...
In the sleeves hanging down like clouds, Lu Jiaomei pinched her palms tightly. It stands to reason that although my sword heart is not perfect, it can definitely be called psychic and clear. How could it be messed up by a heavy rain
Lu Marion stood under the eaves, her slender body taut in the snow clothes. She was lost in thought when a woman's voice suddenly sounded in her ears.
"This heavy rain is really strange."
Lu Marry was slightly startled and turned her head, only to see Liu Junzhuo holding an umbrella and sword in the white rain. The figure slowly emerged in the dark rain. Although the sword outfit was blown by the strong wind, it was as vigorous as a pine and cypress.
She looked at Lu Married's lonely figure in the rain and said, "Are you thinking about your apprentice again?"
Lu Marian looked at her and asked, "Why are you here?"
Liu Junzhuo said: "There is something wrong with this rain. I guessed that you would wake up, so I came to take a look."
She walked to the wide eaves of Jiuyou Hall and put away her umbrella, her cold brows filled with mist.
Lu Marian asked: "What's wrong with this rain?"
Liu Junzhuo said: "I can't tell, but it's cloudless tonight, and the rain seems to be coming at the Dragon King's command. It comes just as soon as it's said to come. It makes no sense."
Lu Marry sighed softly and asked, "Don't you know, Mr. Second?"
Liu Junzhuo said: "I have searched for the swords around me before, and I also went up to high altitude to inspect them, but I didn't find any traces of fluctuations in divine power. In short... it's very strange."
Lu Marry listened. For some reason, she suddenly thought of the red carp during the day.
Lu Jiejiao said: "The celestial phenomena in China are already chaotic these days, so it shouldn't be a big deal."
Liu Junzhuo looked at her profile and asked, "Did Si Ming and your disciple go to the City of Ten Thousand Demons?"
Lu Marry was slightly shocked: "How...how did you know?"
Liu Junzhuo said: "You always look north, and there is only that city in the north. I heard that you are collecting the powers of the underworld. If my prediction is correct, there should be the powers of the underworld left in the demon city, right?"
Lu Marry was silent for a while, nodded slightly, and said, "Well, Mr. Er is really clever."
Liu Junzhuo looked at her eyebrows and found that her expression was soft at the moment, and her skin was a little more like snow in the thunder light, with a touch of fragility, far less domineering than in the day, but I felt pity for her.
Lu Marry raised her eyes, looked at Liu Junzhuo seriously, and asked, "Why is Mr. Second looking for me late at night?"
Liu Junzhuo asked: "How is your recovery going?"
Lu Marry was slightly confused and said: "I didn't suffer any injuries from the sword today."
Liu Junzhuo looked at the pouring rain and said, "Then let's start the last competition early."
Lu Marian asked softly: "Why?"
Liu Junzhuo said seriously: "Because your sword heart is getting more and more chaotic, every time you stand for an hour, your chance of winning decreases."
Lu Marry's body trembled slightly. The other party saw through her thoughts. She pursed her lips and lowered her head, saying, "I'm fine. It's just longing. It's nothing serious."
Liu Junzhuo looked at her deeply and said, "I hope so."
"Well, I want to sleep a little longer." Lu Marian bowed, slowly turned around, and walked back to the house.
The door was gently closed, blocking the thunderstorm behind.
Liu Junzhuo stood at the door watching the rain but did not leave.
Summer has not yet arrived, but the heat is already rising. Liu Junzhuo stood at the door for half an hour. The rain showed no sign of letting up. She was about to leave when the sound of the door opening sounded again behind her.
She turned around and saw Lu Marion standing at the door, with messy black hair and slender eyebrows, her long autumn eyes were actually a little red and swollen.
Liu Junzhuo put away the umbrella that was about to be opened and turned to look at her.
Lu Marion raised her head and said seriously: "The last sword will be tonight."
Just as Liu Junzhuo said, in this untimely rain, her sword heart became more and more chaotic, and it was difficult to sleep at all. On the contrary, there seemed to be sword energy stimulating in her chest. She wanted to cut off the heavy rain with one sword, but she couldn't help but feel unhappy. .
Liu Junzhuo sighed softly: "You have lost another 10% chance of winning."
Lu Marian asked: "How many percent was it originally?"
Liu Junzhuo smiled calmly and said: "There is no chance of winning."
The door closed gently.
In the heavy rain, on a high cliff, the Fish King lived in a cave by the lake, looking at Youyue Lake. In the lake, the red carp flipped its body in the water, jumping out of the water from time to time, revealing its red back.
It looked solemn.
It didn't know who this fish was, but it knew that the heavy rain must be caused by it.
What exactly is this fish going to do
When the Fish King was thinking about it, he saw two umbrellas coming in the heavy rain. The figure of the woman under the umbrella was blurred in the rain.
It’s really Lu Marion and Liu Junzhuo.
The red fish dive silently to the bottom of the lake.
They separated on the water, and Lu Marry slowly raised the sword in her hand.
The raindrops fell enough to fill the lake with ripples.
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The ripples spread out in circles.
Fire splashes.
Zhao Xiang'er held the sword, and her black armor swept across the lake where the flames gathered. Wherever her toes touched down, tiny ripples rippled out.
The head of King Peacock Ming moved slightly, and his colorful demon pupils, like glazed stone beads, tracked Zhao Xiang'er's figure.
Zhao Xiang'er's figure kept jumping in the lake of fire. When the figure of King Peacock Ming approached, she suddenly turned around and jumped up, brazenly handed the sword, the white shadow of the sword was dozens of feet long, and stabbed the neck of King Peacock Ming. .
King Peacock Ming looked at her coldly, and did not even dodge. He just shook the screen, and the mantra seals shook out, like golden Buddha fingers pressing down, crushing towards the girl. Wherever the fingertips landed, there were golden seals. lotus.
Zhao Xiang'er's petite body flashed in the Buddha's light. She bit her bloodshot teeth. Jiu Yu suddenly appeared under her feet. She stepped on Jiu Yu's back and kicked hard through the golden shadows. Her body was like nails. , pierced the neck of King Peacock Ming.
But before she could stand still, thousands of golden lights came one after another, hitting her body like raindrops.
Zhao Xiang'er clasped her hands in front of her body and quickly mobilized her spiritual power to defend, but her defense was quickly defeated. The peacock chirped violently, flicked its neck angrily, and flapped its wings in the strong wind, flying Zhao Xiang'er away.
The girl's falling figure was like a black ball. She bounced on the ground a few times, avoiding subsequent attacks, and then stopped. She was panting violently, her body was hot, and her sleeves had been disturbed. Broken, thin and even forearms were covered with dense wounds. The wounds had no time to heal and were still oozing blood, flowing along the lines on her palms and dripping from the tips of the red umbrellas.
One day during the confrontation, she almost ran out of gas.
Previously, when she was unfolding the world and including King Peacock Ming at the critical moment, she thought that the key point of victory was coming, but the outcome was far beyond her expectation. In her world, King Peacock Ming directly It flew out easily.
The legend turned out to be true. The Buddha once trapped it with three thousand worlds. The peacock flew through Taixu, destroyed the three thousand worlds, and finally swallowed the Buddha into its belly!
The authority at the bottom of the box was easily cracked, leaving the girl with a broken arm trapped in a hopeless battle.
Her spiritual power was almost exhausted in the long battle, and the injuries all over her body dragged her figure slower and slower. The pain brought constant fatigue. Many times when she drew the sword, she was even in a trance, and almost died. Fall asleep.
Are you going to die here... Zhao Xiang'er raised his head slightly, his picturesque brows were cold, blood dripped from his hair, slid across his porcelain white face, and dripped from his slender chin.
The scars all over her body are like potential knives. When the injuries reach their limit, they will explode together and turn into thousands of knives, sending her to hell.
The peacock's mantra seal pressed down again, and the nine-wheeled sun on the screen became even more blazing.
Zhao Xianger dodged thrillingly.
However, the speed of the seal was faster, and it hit her back accurately.
Zhao Xiang'er received a solid blow, and her body was knocked away, breaking several ash pillars. She struggled to pull up from the smoke and dust, and the arrows of the scorching sun struck again without any fancy, and the surrounding people The air was scorched and distorted. Even if she opened the umbrella, her body was still knocked away again and smashed into the ash, with blood splattering.
She stood up with difficulty, mantras and seals rained down like rain, the peacock looked like a human but not a human being, the screams that sounded like a demon but not a demon kept echoing in her ears, and there seemed to be a pair of scissors piercing into her brain, constantly stirring and breaking. In the flesh and blood, demons twisted out and laughed sharply.
Zhao Xiang'er silently recited the secret of meditation and suppressed these illusions. Her slender eyelashes were covered with blood and it was difficult to open them. She couldn't avoid them. She was hit by the rain of mantras again and hit the wall made of air. .
There is no way out from behind.
Zhao Xiang'er coughed up blood, and her hand could hardly hold the sword. In the stirred up dust, the Peacock King held his head high, like a magnificent palace. He walked slowly, and the earth followed him. Its footsteps vibrated, and the oppressive feeling was almost despairing.
Between her fluttering eyelashes, Zhao Xiang'er could no longer see clearly the figure of King Peacock Ming. In her sight, only the nine-round sun was approaching.
Nine days…
She suddenly remembered the legend of Dayi shooting nine days...
No! No, it's not Yi who shoots the sun, but... An idea suddenly flashed in Zhao Xiang'er's mind - according to legend, the golden-winged roc has two unique skills: the map of the Great Sun Buddha Country and the Yanghuang Cangyu Sword.
There are gods, demons and people in the Buddhist Kingdom, and the number of Cang Yu Swords is also nine! Each god and demon holds a sword.
That is the move used by Golden Winged Dapeng to deal with King Peacock Ming!
Gods and demons are nine, swords are nine, why is it nine? !
The scattered light regrouped in her pupils, and she looked at the sun on the peacock screen, and immediately understood—perhaps the nine-round scorching sun was the real weakness of King Peacock Ming.
In the past, she had always felt that weaknesses were usually hidden in secret places and protected heavily. And these nine scorching suns are too conspicuous and too powerful. There are nine of them, and it is impossible to penetrate them all. Attacking them is tantamount to playing with fire and burning yourself.
But isn’t this one of the blind spots in thinking
But so what
Zhao Xiang'er opened her hand, and Jiu Yu called out again, turning into a black bow as her sea of consciousness changed.
The black bow has no string.
She stretched out her slender fingers and formed invisible strings. The gentle vibration of the strings is fed back to your fingertips.
The flowing fire around him calmed down, Zhao Xiang'er opened one eye, and the twelfth yin clung to it. Jiuyu's strings were raised, and amid the humming and trembling sound, the surrounding flames miraculously calmed down, and the firelight faded away in color. As she flexed her fingers, the flaming arrow was already on the line!
Jiuyu seemed to be aware of the danger, and suddenly stopped.
Zhao Xiang'er stretched the bow to the extreme.
The arrow tore through the air and shot towards the scorching sun in the middle.
But this is not an arrow of hope, but an arrow of true despair.
The arrow buzzed to a halt outside the scorching sun, shattered into pieces, and turned into ashes and fell.
Zhao Xianger watched this scene from a distance, her arms hanging down weakly.
After all, her level is too low...
The peacock was only a few dozen feet away from her.
She wanted to draw the sword, but found that the sword had been knocked down in the previous battle and fell into the lake of fire. The red umbrella was empty and could not protect her for much longer.
It's all coming to an end.
The blood on the girl's beautiful face is as enchanting as an illusion.
Zhao Xiang'er originally wanted to recall her life as usual and then welcome death. But she discovered that she was only nineteen years old, and she really didn't have many memories in her life.
It’s nothing more than the young banyan tree, the rain in the Imperial City at the age of sixteen, the red moon in Linhe City, all the things that happened during the three-year appointment, and the unfinished wedding in the end...
And that dream that was both true and false.
This is life, as short as a flower blooming for a season.
The peacock stopped, but instead of feeling pity, he wanted to use the grandest means to end the battle.
In front of it, the Dharma disk is like a wheel, rotating in reverse, and a green feather emerges from it.
Peacock feathers.
This is a real peacock feather!
It is a legendary weapon in the world. It is only associated with death and is a sure-kill arrow.
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Heavy rain, thunder and lightning, muddy and slippery stone steps, trees blown by strong winds, and everything dark and approaching the pupils.
This is all Ning Jiujiu can see.
The raindrops were falling like mercury on the ground, rushing down on him. Although his body was not exhausted, his spiritual power was almost at the bottom. Even so, he still insisted on parting a part to protect Siming from the rain.
"Don't sleep... You're on my back now. You said you didn't like sleeping with me. You have to keep your word..." Ning Jiujiu's voice was hoarse and choked with sobs.
Siming was not unconscious yet, and her fingertips hanging in front of Ning Changjiu were still trembling, but her porcelain-white face was covered with a reddish light, and her long eyelashes spread like dark red smoke. , like eyeliner, but better than all the makeup in the world.
Like Zhao Xianger, what emerges from her exquisite beauty at this moment is the unique sadness before death.
They are thousands of miles apart, but they share the same, decisive beauty.
Ning Jiujiu didn't know Zhao Xiang'er's current situation. If he saw the scene in Suzaku's illusion again, his already shaky Taoist heart might really fall apart.
Siming's voice was very low: "Yeah, it counts."
Ning Jiujiu did not dare to say anything: "Hold on, we are on Kunlun Mountain now. Once we go up to Kunlun, we can see Master... My Master has great supernatural powers and will definitely be able to save you! By the way, haven't you always wanted to see her too? Of?"
Siming actually saw the word Tianzhu Feng. The tip of her nose felt sour, but she still hummed.
Ning Changjiu crossed more than ten steps in one step, his figure was beating rapidly, and he said in an urgent voice: "And... Marry is still waiting for us. If I go back alone, how sad will she be? You are an illusion. Marry Yes, I can’t bear to see her cry..."
Siming thought of Lu Jianjian's face. That face was not very clear in his fragile memory. The first sight of Luo Shulou seemed like yesterday, and the sound of the waves at Huanlong Cliff was already in his dream.
Her eyes were getting darker.
Seeing that she didn't get a response, Ning turned his head, glanced at her, and said softly: "Xue... Xue Ci?"
Siming came back to his senses slightly. Her body was very light, like a camellia on her left shoulder.
"Well... I... ahem, I'm listening." Siming's voice was soft.
"Yeah!" Ning Changjiu sniffed, supported her legs, and jumped into the dark and boundless rain.
Along the way, Ning Changjiu recalled many things for her, including the various things about the Broken Boundary City, the sunrise at the end of the Secret Scripture of Mountains and Seas, the new moon overlooking the dry well, the meeting in Luoshu, and the fireworks and paper kites that followed. , there are drunken snowy nights... This is everything they have and regard it as a treasure.
Ning would break the memories into pieces for a long time and replace them with calls little by little.
Siming could feel his thoughts. It wasn't until this moment that she discovered that they had gone through so many things. The two years since they met after breaking off the world seemed to have lasted a thousand years. For the first time, she bravely looked at In her heart... She always missed the priest's crown seven hundred years ago, but at this moment, in her petal-like heart, only the boy in white was smiling, calm and gentle.
She wanted to hug him and rub him in her arms forever, but it was too late.
The golden-winged roc can't kill her, nor can the Nine Spirits Yuansheng kill her. All living things can't kill her. What really wants to kill her and can kill her is the world she is in. It has been waiting for this moment. ... This is the most critical part of her miscalculation... She should have thought of it earlier.
Suddenly, it was too late.
The shattering of the sundial is irreversible.
With a crash, thunder shined through the sky again.
Under Ning Changjiu's feet, the steps turned into flat ground.
This is not Kunlun, just a higher mountain peak.
He came to the end.
In front of him, a dark figure sat cross-legged, with his wings hanging down. His back was covered with wounds, thick blood mixed with rainwater flowed across it, and his body looked shriveled in the heavy rain. He was hunched over, his rugged back rising and falling, and his torn arm was half-raised, draped on something in front of him, as if he had run out of strength.
"You are finally here." The golden-winged roc raised his head and looked at the dark rain and night sky.
Si Ming lay on Ning Changjiu's shoulder, his voice was thin, and he squeezed out a few syllables: "Put down... me, kill it."
Ning Jiujiu nodded heavily.
"Okay, kill it." He said word by word, put her down gently, touched his forehead to hers, and said, "Don't sleep, or I will never forgive you for the rest of my life..."
Si Ming leaned against the tree nearby and smiled sadly: "Well... I'll wait for you to come back and sleep."
Ning Jiujiu's body trembled, his chest felt like hot oil had been poured over it, and tears couldn't help but flow out. He pulled out the Yulei Sword, and stood up slowly with his tight body, killing intent filling every joint, and he turned around , roared angrily, and rushed towards the location of the golden-winged roc.
The golden-winged roc held the stick in his hand and stood up slowly. His bones were creaking, and his already broken skeleton was on the verge of falling apart.
He glanced at the giant bow behind him.
This is Tianzhu Peak.
This is where his sacred artifact is.
He thought he could pull it out in desperate situations after experiencing life and death.
But life is not a fairy tale after all.
He was nearing the end, but the holy weapon was still like a rock, motionless in the storm.
Ning Jiujiu roared and ran into him, like a tiger that had been hungry for four thousand years. Every roar was like the sound of bones colliding.
Siming opened his eyes slightly.
In the heavy rain, she saw fireworks... It was the fire of the collision of swords and sticks, exploding one after another, colorful and beautiful.
Just like she remembered.
The fireworks are getting farther and farther away.
It's a pity that there are less people watching the fireworks this time, such as Marry and Xiao Ling.
She didn't know that Lu Marian was about to lose at this moment.
And it failed completely.
Liu Junzhuo cherished his talent, but showed no mercy. After this sword attack, Lu Jianwen's path might be cut off, and she could only linger at the peak of Ziting for the rest of her life.
The God of Destiny seemed to be joking, conveying the will of doom at the same time, punishing all those who love each other, and preaching that they must not disobey!
The sharp sound of steel exploded.
Ning Jiujiu roared, forcing the Golden-winged Dapeng to retreat step by step. The Golden-winged Dapeng waved the magic stick. The magic stick became less and less rigid. From time to time, a sharp-mouthed monkey-cheeked face appeared on it. It held its head and cried in pain. He shouted, as if he didn't want to be reduced to a weapon and wanted to manifest his prototype.
The golden-winged roc put most of its strength into the detention of the sacred weapon, and was unable to parry Ning Jiujiu's offensive, and was knocked directly over the cliff by him.
Bang!
The wings of the golden-winged roc spread out, making a sound of wind and violent rain. He stared at Ning for a long time and said in a bone-chilling voice, "How dare you also want to kill me?"
Ning Jiujiu's voice was also hoarse and angry. His voice was not like his own...Thousands of years ago, he seemed to have uttered the same vicious curse at a similar time: "I will disembowel you and break your neck." Smash your skull and kill you so that you will never be reincarnated!"
In the roaring sound, Ning Jiujiu's iron-like shoulders lifted up, and Shura's body emerged from the body again, but it no longer looked majestic.
Shura was twisted and skinny, like a ghost who had been tortured in purgatory a million times.
It has a bright golden appearance, but it emits a sharp and chilling scream.
Ning Changjiu's bloody and damaged clothes looked like a ghost.
He was truly integrated with Shura. He held the sword with both hands, waved Yu Lei, and roared towards the golden-winged roc.
After a brief confrontation, the sound of bone crushing sounded again.
The golden-winged roc has never seen this kind of power before. In front of him, the person rushing toward him was clearly a demon full of resentment! He blocked it tiredly, his sternum collapsed due to the impact, and his body was twisted out of shape.
He let out a cry of pain, used all his strength, and swung down the stick.
Ning Jiujiu didn't look at the stick at all. He cut into the cracks of the stick, and the cold light was like an arc.
Click.
The right arm of the golden-winged roc was cut off!
The hand holding the Ruyi Black Iron Divine Staff fell down the dark cliff.
He wanted to pick it up with his mind, but Ning Changjiu's sword had already struck again, directly piercing his thin chest.
The sword blade passed through the body.
Ning Jiujiu raised his head and looked at him. The young man's face was mixed with the joy of killing a powerful enemy and the sorrow of the passing of a loved one. The extreme emotions were twisted, entangled with a heart-stopping and enchanting beauty.
boom!
Ning Jiujiu pressed his body and flew upward.
The golden-winged roc could no longer bear the threat of death, and the other half of his mask was broken and peeled off, revealing his ugly face.
He flapped his wings wildly, and the last spiritual energy in his body burst out like a self-explosion!
Ning could not hold on for a long time amid the blasted flesh and blood. His body was thrown away and slammed back onto the cliff.
In mid-air, the golden-winged roc looked extremely horrified - his chest was completely empty, broken bones and flesh kept falling, raindrops passed through the hole, and at the edge of the broken body, his heart was still beating vividly.
He was certain to die.
But at the end of his life, he was unwilling to be treated like a wild bird with his limbs and wings cut off, and finally his heart was stabbed with a sword.
He lowered his head, looked at his heart, and suddenly smiled happily.
Then... let's die together.
The map of the Buddhist Kingdom, which was so damaged that only the golden threads remained, was opened. The nine gods and demons looked compassionate, and came one by one to worm their way into his body.
He hangs in the air, like a hanged ghost, and also like the sun - a sunset that is about to fall into the valley and never rise.
The heavy rain was still falling. Ning Jiujiu stood up from the cliff. He raised his head and looked at the golden sun rising suddenly in the rain. The door of memory suddenly opened.
Shoot it down! Shoot it down!
Something seemed to be shouting inside my body... No, that was not anyone else's voice, it was the sound of my own blood rushing!
But where did the bow come from
His hand rested on the petrified sacred vessel.
Taoist nun Chunyang Secret Scroll really started to burn.
The golden-winged Dapeng, who had already regarded death as home, never thought that he would see such a scene at the end of his life!
Ning held the stone bow for a long time and slowly pulled up his steel-like body.
The stone bow trembled, and the weathered rock surface peeled off, revealing the ingenious and strong outline behind it.
Siming looked at his figure holding the bow and solved her last doubt... It is indeed you... She thought to herself.
Ning held the bow for a long time, and unimaginable power came over him. His eyes were blazing red, and his fingers hooked the string. The wind, rain, and lightning around him were frightened by the divine bow, and strangled them, forming a straight arrow shaft on the bow.
The golden-winged roc's killing move has not yet been completed. He can kill it completely with just one arrow.
But the Golden-winged Dapeng was a demon saint after all. He did not lose his mind in the excessive shock and let others slaughter him.
He flapped his wings wildly and kept flashing in the air, changing positions.
Ning Jiujiu's golden pupils couldn't lock its position!
His fingers on the string kept trembling, he was breathing heavily, and his heart was furious.
But at this damn time, his spirit was so exhausted that he fell into a trance.
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In Suzaku's fantasy world.
The mantra seal turned into a large crossbow.
The peacock feathers are also loaded.
On one side, Ning Changjiu pointed his divine bow at the golden-winged roc, while on the other side, King Peacock Ming pointed his divine crossbow at Zhao Xiang'er.
Old enemies...husband and wife...bows and crossbows...the fate is so mysterious.
Zhao Xiang'er wanted to dodge, but she knew she couldn't.
She is also awaiting her death sentence.
In her last memory, she stayed in a dream for three years.
In those three years of dreams, she actually didn't blame Si Ming for anything. On the contrary, she admired her a little. She knew that under Si Ming's beautiful skin, he actually had a kind and pure heart. Lu Jianjian could not have imagined that what she had been angry with... was actually Ning Changjiu's anger... whether it was selfishness or possessiveness, in short, she was just angry...
But I'm not angry now.
The wedding a year ago was not completed, which is my biggest regret. If there is another reincarnation, I hope there will still be a marriage contract to bind us.
Consummation may not be good, but regret is definitely not what I want.
I'm not angry anymore, I'm not angry anymore...let me see you again.
At the critical moment of life and death, Zhao Xiang'er also fell into a trance.
Above the two people far apart, a viewing door suddenly opened.
Big trees covered with snow-white flowers swayed in the courtyard.
Sunlight leaks through the gaps in the trees.
Ning Jiujiu stood opposite Zhao Xiang'er.
This is where they started in their three-year dream.
They are all sixteen years old.
The two looked at each other, their eyes trembling.
Ning Jiujiu didn't know how he got there. His consciousness was vague and he just reached out his hand based on intuition.
"Send me a promise." He said.
Zhao Xiang'er bit her lip and shouted with a trembling voice, "It means the couple's alliance!"
"Your Highness, long."
"Let's get married together."
"I believe in each other's oath." Ning Jiujiu said.
"Together we have the divine bird and jade toad." Zhao Xiang'er said.
"The red rope has been tied early, and the beautiful candles are cut together." Ning Chang said loudly.
"Black hair and white head, great road and companionship." Zhao Xiang'er spoke firmly.
"May the two be a perfect match..." Ning Changjiu burst into tears.
Zhao Xiang'er had already burst into tears, and she shouted hoarsely: "We will always be united!"
In the dream, in the Taoist temple, the two people's spirits turned into beams of light and were entangled together - those were the burning Daogu Pure Yang Scroll and the Taoist Nun Taiyin Scroll!
The two are in harmony, which is the ultimate spiritual sublimation!
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On Youyue Lake.
Lu Marion knelt on the water, her body sinking little by little. The light raindrops weighed tens of millions. That is Liu Junzhuo's sword.
Liu Junzhuo deserves to be the second gentleman of Jiange. The last sword is more powerful than the previous two swords. This sword is almost crushing. The whole sky and the whole rainstorm are her roaring sword.
On the dark lake, no fish could jump out of the water to help her break the situation.
Her clothes were completely soaked by the rain, the sword spirit body was crushed to pieces, and the lake of spiritual power evaporated almost completely.
This is the last moment.
Liu Junzhuo could not think of any possibility of breaking the situation.
Lu Yuajian couldn’t even think of it.
But at this moment, in the sea of consciousness, a fairy voice suddenly remembered:
Everyone in the audience has become harmonious, and the order talisman has been fulfilled, and a hundred swords are promised.
Before Lu Yuanjian could react, her body was instantly filled with thousands of sword intentions!
It was not the sword heart that the world understood, but more like a jade that had been lost for thousands of years inlaid on the sword embryo in her body. Then everything that was broken became perfect, and Zi Ting's bottleneck could no longer stop her!
Liu Junzhuo's pupils suddenly condensed. Before she could react, the lake in front of her had exploded, and the sword intent that filled the sky was instantly destroyed and came back to bite her!
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On the cliff of Tianzhu Peak, Ning Jiujiu was lost for a moment. He didn't know what happened, but he obtained everything in the Taoist Taiyin Divine Scroll!
He opened his eyes, and it was no longer the golden eyes, but the eyes of Taiyin.
He raised his head and locked the golden-winged roc that was moving at high speed and gathering momentum.
The tip of the arrow was pointed at the red sun.
In the Suzaku fantasy world, Zhao Xiang'er obtained everything in the Daogu Chunyang Divine Scroll. The missing power burned inside her body.
When Peacock Ling came, her figure suddenly rose from the ground, countless times faster.
The nine feathers in her hand turned into a divine bow. She opened the bow and set an arrow, and the power surging in her body turned into an arrow of infinite light.
boom!
When the arrow leaves the string, the sound is like a roar.
On the screen of King Peacock Ming, the sun shattered one after another.
Eight rounds of scorching sun were shattered.
King Peacock Ming screamed, roared, and rushed towards Zhao Xiang'er frantically.
Zhao Xiang'er aimed at the last scorching sun, but she also exhausted her new strength and could no longer draw an arrow.
But she didn't panic.
She raised her umbrella.
The sword that had previously fallen into the lake of fire was pulled by the red umbrella and flew back as fast as thunder and lightning!
Sword, Golden Sun, Umbrella. The three are connected in a line.
The sword is sheathed.
The last round of golden sun explodes!
The golden sun on Tianzhu Peak also exploded almost at the same time.
Ning Jiujiu shot the arrow.
It was an arrow that he poured all his efforts and emotions into. This arrow came too long, as if it was a thousand years late.
The strong wind blew back.
The golden-winged roc was hit by an arrow, and his heart exploded. The arrow pierced his remaining soul, which was protected by the saint, and flew into the cold sky.
The arrow flies through the sky.
The clouds with a radius of hundreds of miles shattered, and a huge hole was opened by the arrows.
The rainstorm has stopped!
Ning Jiujiu had no time to see his feat with one arrow, so he turned around and pounced on Siming.
Raindrops fell from the treetops, hitting Si Ming's cold face.
Her spotless face was stained with a little dust.
Ning hugged her for a long time.
"Xue Ci... Xue Ci?" He gently called her name, and the sour water filled the entire chest, "Wake up, wake up... I killed it, killed it... we took revenge, we... returned Let’s go home... Xiaoling and Jianjiao are still waiting for us to go back."
In response to his call, Siming actually opened his eyes.
This was her last look.
She looked at him calmly, used all the strength she had accumulated for a long time, and said softly: "That day, in the mirror... I peeled a fruit, and I, I... saw yours, you clearly... "
Ning Jiujiu cried bitterly: "I know, I know everything..."
"I thought you didn't know..." Siming smiled.
It's good to know... She had no strength anymore and fell into Ning Changjiu's arms. The sundial was full of cracks, and her last breath was so delicate that it could be blown away by the wind at any time.
Ning held her for a long time, feeling life passing by in his arms.
On Tianzhu Peak, he cried hoarsely.
Even if you break into the five realms, even if you gain the power to reach the sky, what's the use? The hero returns triumphantly, only to find that the beauty has turned into a tomb. During those decades of fighting, for whom did they work hard and for whom
He kept pouring spiritual power into Si Ming's body, but to no avail.
How to do how to do? !
Sadness is like countless knives piercing the body along with pain.
In the midst of his tears, he suddenly saw a beam of light, not knowing if it was an illusion.
Where does the light come from
He was startled and turned back tremblingly.
"Xue Ci..." He murmured softly.
"Snow porcelain!"
Ning Changjiu raised his head, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.
Ning Jiujiu couldn't describe his mood at this moment. The smile on his face with tears streaming down his face was almost distorted.
"Xue Ci, Xue Ci... I saw Kunlun!" he said.
Kunlun…
This is the time of the year.
The cloud he shot through previously has not yet closed.
There was darkness all around, except for a gentle beam of moonlight falling from the clouds, stopping just behind him.
At that time, a jade toad hung in the sky.
There is nothing else under the sky.
Only the moonlight reaches the sky!
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(I’m really sorry that I’m writing now. I don’t have time to thank you for the reward, so I’ll save it for next year! I wish everyone a happy new year!! Thank you all for accompanying me all the way!)