Meng Xueli's deepest, most hidden and private place was completely infested by Ji Xiao's breath.
This kind of communication and impact at the level of the soul made his bones soft and sinew, and bursts of dizziness, as if the ice and snow melted overnight on the cliff, and the thousands of trees and peach blossoms in Changchun Peak opened at the same time.
At this moment, Ji Xiao was very close to him, yet very far away.
"The grace of saving lives cannot be repaid, and I am willing to follow Sword Master from now on!"
"I can wear thicker clothes, you can build a small stove for me."
"But according to the instructions, I am loyal to you, and the sun and the moon can learn from it!"
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"You are by my side, and I will keep you safe."
"This is the place where I testify, are you willing to join me?"
"My surname is not Ji, my surname is Xiao."
Scenes of the past flashed by. In a trance, Meng Xueli thought that a hundred years had passed, but it was only a brief moment, less than the time for a flower to bloom.
Ji Xiao said in his ear: "It's not safe here, give it to me." His voice was calm and gentle, as if he was afraid of scaring him.
Meng Xueli's mind went blank and he couldn't think, so his body obeyed obediently.
Ji Xiao looked up at the sky: "Hold me tight."
In the western sky, the last ray of glorious sunset disappeared from the sky, and darkness came surging, engulfing the secret realm like a tide. The wind howled in the wilderness, and the grass and trees bent down.
Another day has passed, and there are only three days left until the end date of the Hanhai Big Competition.
Unbelievable changes are staged in the secret realm, the temperature drops rapidly, the streams and lakes freeze, and the mountains, forests, flowers and plants fall frost.
Ji Xiao narrowed his eyes slightly, he knew what Gui Qing wanted to do.
Meng Xueli's legs were so soft as if they were boneless, and she could not stand unsteadily. Fortunately, Ji Xiao was holding her in his arms. Ji Xiao disassembled "Baiyin Baidai" into two swords, and Yu Jian led people to the underground palace of the central city. He held the little Dao Companion's shoulders in one hand and the sword in the other. The strong wind blew the hem of his clothes flying.
The cold wind howled, Meng Xueli could hardly open his eyes. He raised his eyes and saw that after the sunset, the beautiful sky, which was half dark blue and half dark red, actually had cobweb-like cracks, like a shattered glass mirror or an ice surface crushed by a beast.
The cracks expanded rapidly, covering the sky, this scene was strange and shocking.
"what happened?"
"Gui Qing wants to refine the secret realm." Ji Xiao's voice came from the top of his head, calm but reassuring.
In the underground palace, the mirage beast felt extremely uneasy, and it was not enough to support the mirage mirage. So the starlight disintegrated, the mountains sneaked, and the sky of the secret realm shattered, revealing the original gray-black.
The secret realm was originally a piece of space debris, and its operating rules were set by Ji Xiao, and there were fixed numbers for when to open and when to close.
Master Guiqing missed this time, and he would have to wait for the opening of the secret realm of the Great Sea of the Sea in 20 years before he could control it, unless his cultivation surpassed that of Ji Xiao back then. The closed formations set up by Ning Wei and others on the teleportation array around the secret realm lighted up in turn to assist in returning to the refining secret realm.
But Ji Xiao is not dead, and the original owner of the secret realm is still there.
As time passed by, Meng Xueli felt the aura of Ji Xiao behind him. He was climbing at a terrifying speed, and the invisible rich spiritual energy gathered towards them, turning into a turbulent vortex. He realized that Ji Xiao was absorbing the power of the secret realm and competing with Gui Qing for time.
Two powerful forces hedged and pulled in the limited space, almost tearing the secret realm apart.
The secret realm began to collapse.
The deafening bang was more terrifying than the thunder, the ancient buildings in the central city toppled, and the outline of the rolling hills in the distance collapsed downward. The ground cracked and groundwater spewed upwards, forming geysers several feet high.
The reason why "Outer Lands" is barren, barren and inaccessible is because there are many space debris floating around. Those fragments are extremely unstable, and the violent turbulence they generate, the violent winds, can crush all living things.
The sky is falling down but that's it. In the violent vortex of spiritual energy, Meng Xueli could hardly breathe, and the blunt and heavy earth and stones hit him densely like a hurricane.
Soon there was nothing left, the crushed stone turned into powder, the loud noise faded away instantly, and someone covered his ears.
Ji Xiao held up a sword energy barrier for them and kept the flying sword steady.
In a trance, he returned to his first acquaintance with Ji Xiao, still a spirit mink, huddled in Ji Xiao's chest, with the Sword Sovereign covering the wind and snow, no one could hurt it.
The flying sword rushed through the splashing water, the falling boulders, and galloped all the way, as if the end of the world had come, and there were only the two of them left in the world, flying against the wind with the sword.
Meng Xueli hugged Ji Xiao's waist tightly and swallowed back the tears.
He thought, even if he were to die in the next instant, in Ji Xiao's arms, his life would be worth it.
Ji Xiao felt the trembling of the person in his arms: "Are you afraid?"
Meng Xueli shook his head and nodded.
He is not afraid of death, just that it is a dream.
Why dare not think that Xiao Tingyun is Ji Xiao
The world is chasing after Changchun Peak Hypericum Blossom, but Meng Xueli never believed in his own luck.
Ji Xiao didn't die, and said that he liked him and always protected him by his side. Meng Xueli didn't even dare to dream.
Am I with this kind of luck? I don't deserve it.
Ji Xiao said, "Don't be afraid. I'm here."
Meng Xueli nodded, relieved from the severe dizziness, and gained some strength.
Feijian rushed into the underground palace and swept through the dark corridor. The corridor behind them continued to collapse, the masonry on all sides burst, and smoke billowed.
Meng Xueli saw the mirage beast entrenched at the end of the corridor, and shouted desperately, "Waste beast, run!"
The mirage shivered with an innocent expression. Not knowing where to go, it twitched its tail in place and jumped up again.
Meng Xueli hated that iron could not become steel: "Quickly become smaller!"
The mirage understood this time, and its huge body shrank rapidly.
Ji Xiao's flying sword was about to pass over the mirage's head, and its height suddenly dropped. Meng Xueli leaned over and picked up the mirage. Ji Xiao controlled the flying sword to rise again and rushed forward.
Meng Xueli carried the soft and boneless mirage into his arms.
In the center of the underground palace, one side of the pond is bright and bright. Clear underground springs bubbling bubbling.
"Wow!" Feijian rushed into the pond, splashing water into the sky.
The next moment, the underground palace completely collapsed.
At such a tense moment, Meng Xueli still had a thought that flashed through her mind: The mirage is not as good as me, but I am still more favored.
Ji Xiao still supports the sword qi barrier, isolating the turbulent sea water. He seemed to be at ease, seeing the little daoist look up at him, and even smiled with his lips hooked.
The sword qi barrier separated the sea water, and the two fell on the soft sand on the seabed. The "Times of Eternity" lit up, illuminating one side of the sea.
Ji Xiao asked, "Are you okay?"
Meng Xueli shook his head. He was still a little dizzy.
Ji Xiao was relieved.
Meng Xueli faintly heard a groan, and he was vigilant. Before he could look around, he smelled a tinge of blood.
Ji Xiao coughed twice, and sat down slowly with a sword pillar: "It's okay, I'm going home. This is your carp."
Meng Xueli didn't understand, he only saw blood overflowing from Ji Xiao's lips, dyeing the front red.
"You are hurt?!"
Ji Xiao waved his hand: "It's okay."
Forcibly absorbing the power of the secret realm and rapidly improving the cultivation in a short period of time is an adventurous move. In fact, this body did not explode to death, it was already the result of his precise calculation and control.
Meng Xueli experienced ups and downs today, holding back tears, trying to help up the lost and found companion: "Don't talk. Let's go ashore first."
Ji Xiao refused to obey him: "There is another word, I must say, I have prepared for three days."
He took out two things from his arms, which were actually two wooden combs.
Meng Xueli's eyes were hazy with tears, and he couldn't see Ji Xiao's face clearly. He saw that the comb was glowing with a soft light, and the teeth of the combs matched, it was a full moon, and if it was divided into two, it was a half moon.
Ji Xiao coughed low, swallowed the blood in his throat, and smiled: "'Jingfengyu' was my first sword. It was a wooden sword. It was originally in the hands of my senior brother Hu Si. I asked him to get it back and beat him. For the comb, the famous works "tired of the rain" and "tired of the wind" are given to you."
He put the gift into Meng Xueli's hands: "I want to be a veritable Taoist companion with you, okay?"
Everyone in the world guessed that "weary rain" and "weary wind" must be priceless treasures, but they are not treasures of magic weapons or secrets of practice, but just two wooden combs with simple and ordinary styles.
Just as Meng Xueli was the only plain wish in Ji Xiao's vigorous life.
There is a romantic meaning behind this: I am tired of the wind and rain in the world, and I would like to comb my hair and tie my hair for you, every day.
But Ji Xiao's timing was not very good, although his expression was serious: "If it doesn't work, I'll think of another way."
"Ah—" Meng Xueli's heart-wrenching cry resounded from the bottom of the sea.
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After Que Xianming and Meng Xueli collapsed, he was full of anger and had nowhere to vent. He flew out of the secret realm, wailed in a low voice regardless of the mirage's worries, and rushed straight up into the sky.
"Meng Xueli, you actually fell in love with a dead person, you will regret it sooner or later!"
Beneath the clouds and mist, the Gobi Desert in the vast sea stretches as far as the eye can see, and the sand dunes flow with the wind and change shape.
In the vast vast sea, there seems to be no boundary between heaven and earth, and there are no other people or demons. There is only one demon left, spreading his wings across the sky.
The sunset fades away, night falls, and the moon shadow moves westward. Que Xianming gradually realized that something was wrong. At his speed, he should have flown out of the vast sea and arrived at the southern part of the mainland. Why is there still yellow sand under the clouds.
There is no reference on the ground, only the sand dunes that change with the wind, and he seems to have returned to the original point.
The peacock flew southeast and had to wander.
Qu Xianming flew upwards with all his might, flapping his wings against the high air pressure, and suddenly the tips of his wings slapped against some kind of cold, hard object, making a crisp metal collision sound. He was overwhelmed, his mind was dull, and he fell down.
A cool feeling rose from the bottom of Qu Xianming's heart, all the way to the tail feathers - this is not the real sky, or in other words, not the real world.
Heaven here, there is an invisible cover.
The peacock flew high for seven days, its wings like lead, and returned to its original point. After three days in the sand, he was exhausted and still could not get out.
He finally realized that he was in some round, hooded world with no way out.
After ten days of sparring, Que Xianming almost collapsed and shouted to the sky: "Hey, who are you—"
"You kind of give me out-"
"When I go out, I will kill you! I will kill you!"
The Lord of the Heavenly Lake Realm has a new bird, which he loves and plays with the golden birdcage from time to time.
The bird cage is exquisite and beautiful, and the bottom of the cage is covered with a layer of shallow fine sand.
The birds are colorful, with goose-yellow slender necks, pink-orange pretty wings, and blue-green luxurious tail feathers.
A group of beautiful maids, Chong Ji, surrounded the cage and laughed, which was very lively.
They all saw that at sunset, Hu Si carried the cage standing by the window, and when the galaxy was rising, Hu Si turned around, and there was an additional bird in the cage.
Qiu Guang Jiao said angrily: "The realm master is so powerful, this bird really flew in by itself!"
Chun Shui praised: "It's still a little peacock, its feathers are so beautiful!"
"It's not too small." Hu Si smiled lightly, closed the bird cage calmly, hung the cage beside the bed, and waved his hand: "Go down."
From the rippling pond of Changchun Peak, looking at the big koi, it is just a small koi.
The sea at the bottom of the pond, the sky in the cage. It is the space supernatural power of the saint.
The sleeping hall was silent, the smoke from the incense burner drifted away, and the curtains covered the lights.
The vermilion cloud boat hovered for three months and finally started. Under the silver moonlight, it sailed away from the vast sea through the clouds and fog, and flew smoothly towards the Tianhu Lake in the south.