"I don't know how Changling is doing now."
In the Qianchongchen Mountain outside the Yin Mountain, Tantai Guanjian looked in the direction of Changling and couldn't help saying.
"If no one else comes, no matter what happens to Changling, it has nothing to do with us." The black-robed boy Qian Tomb replied to him.
The passage of time felt distorted in the magic circle that Ye Xiao had set up at the cost of his life. The light was sometimes dark and sometimes bright under the interference of the vitality of the thousand dust mountains, and it was impossible to distinguish day from night.
There are many huge corpses of Soaring Snakes and other strange beasts around them.
Teng Snake is a real dragon, even if it is not as powerful as Baili Suxue's Youlong, but even a certain part of the stump that was cut off by the sword qi fell to the ground like a mountain of meat, giving people a particularly unreal feeling .
Not just tired.
Donghu old monk and Qianmu could no longer fight.
At this time, Tantai Guanjian should be in the best condition, but feeling the thin true essence in his sea of energy, and listening to Qian Tomb's words, Tantai Guanjian, who smiled wryly, could not cope with the confidence of a seven-level master in his heart. nothing.
He is usually not a talkative person, but it is precisely because he has no confidence that he can't help but talk nonsense.
Ding Ning understood this sentiment very well.
In the many battles he has experienced, although some army generals are not afraid of death, when the battle situation is extremely unfavorable and they feel that death is coming, many of them will think of many things that they would not normally think about. Talk nonsense.
Some people even think about some things in their childhood, and even have some hallucinations in a trance.
"The foundation accumulated by Jiaodong County for hundreds of years was easily laid here by her."
In these thousands of dusty mountains, the clouds and mist are distorted into very strange shapes. The blood of some monsters is supported in the air by the force of vitality, and occasionally large drops fall down, blooming into blood flowers.
The eldest grandson Qianxue is a person who likes to be clean, and this kind of environment makes her feel even more uncomfortable.
She leaned on Ding Ning's body, her face was strangely pale, and she didn't try to adjust her breath to replenish her vitality. After repeated battles, her body's ability to withstand it had reached its limit, like a barren land that could no longer produce food.
"As long as we are killed, the whole world may belong to her, but if we don't die, then she will suffer a lot." She looked at Ding Ning and said.
She also talks more than usual.
It's just that her mood is very calm.
Living together and dying together represents steadfastness, but it is difficult for most people in the world to do, but she did it very easily.
In the chaotic sky of light and shadow, the whistling sounds of Soaring Snake and some strange beasts sounded again.
Another wave of attacks is coming.
The imperial envoy from Jiaodong County in the distance was obviously at her behest, and he didn't care how many of these Soaring Snakes were left. Xing kills many with powerful sword moves without giving them a chance to rest.
In the distant mountains and forests where the envoy of Jiaodong County is located, there have been several strong fluctuations in the vitality of heaven and earth. It is obvious that there is a battle between the seven realms, and the master who came to help wants to kill this envoy who is flying many snakes first. The strong in Jiaodong County, however, obviously failed.
"Do you still remember Su Ye Temple?"
At this moment, Ding Ning looked at her and asked.
Changsun Qianxue was slightly taken aback, then nodded.
Su Ye Temple is not the name of a temple, but the name of an old priest in the imperial city of Changling.
Yuan Wu was not the only prince of the Great Qin Dynasty back then.
The old priest of the Changling Imperial City, Su Yemiao, supported another prince.
So when Yuan Wu's wings were growing and threatened the prince's great cause, the old priest did a very direct thing. He personally assassinated Wang Jingmeng, Yuan Wu's most powerful supporter.
As a result of that battle, he was beheaded by Wang Jingmeng and Yan Xinlan.
"To help Yuanwu kill people, but now the descendants of Su Yemiao are here to kill us, wouldn't this be ironic?" Ding Ning took a deep breath and said bitterly.
The eldest grandson Qianxue's body stiffened slightly.
She understood the meaning of Ding Ning's words.
"If that's the only way to go, that's fine."
Then she relaxed her body, held Ding Ning's hand, and said softly.
At least this time, we can die together.
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The old monk Donghu just sat quietly with his eyes closed. Tantai Guanjian and Qian Tomb heard the conversation between Ding Ning and Changsun Qianxue, and their expressions changed suddenly.
An incomparably explosive sound resounded in the sky, completely covering up the roars of those soaring snakes.
Immediately afterwards, a huge smoke column with flames, like a real meteorite, fell from the sky at a terrifying speed.
When this column of smoke just appeared, the green grass soaked in the blood on the ground seemed to be drawn out of life, and quickly turned yellow.
There was a muffled bang.
The plume of smoke hit the ground, causing the ground to vibrate violently.
However, when the shock wave visible to the naked eye was still spreading out in the air, causing the thousands of dust mountains to shake a little, Tantai Guanjian's eyes widened quickly to the extreme.
There was a real fire burning in the center of the impact.
It was the result of violent friction between a certain type of heaven and earth vitality and the air, and it was filled with a terrifying aura.
However, in such a flame, there is no life.
The body of a cultivator, in a strange posture, pierced into the pit full of cracks like a sword.
Under the strong impact, this cultivator's spine was broken into several pieces, his body seemed to be folded, and he was half shorter than usual, so it was naturally impossible to live again.
Ding Ning was also stunned.
He is very familiar with the aura of this cultivator, it comes from the lineage of the old imperial priest. However, he did not expect that this practitioner has just been sensed by him, but he has already turned into a person who fell to the ground. corpse.
A strange blue shadow appeared again in the sky where the vitality was turbulently fluctuating.
The moment Tantai Guanjian saw this blue shadow trail, his eyes were filled with surprise, but in the next moment, he was really chilled, and said in surprise: "Why are you here?"
The cyan shadow trail paused suddenly when it approached the ground, hovered for a moment without making a sound, and then landed softly.
He was wearing the sapphire robe of the Minshan Sword Sect.
While seeing the face of this person clearly, Changsun Qianxue understood why Tantai Guanjian reacted like this at this time.
In addition to Baili Suxue and Tantai Guanjian, there are two people in the Minshan Sword Sect who are most feared by the outside world, Rentu Gengren and Qing Yaoyin who is known as the cultivator of gods and demons.
Right now, the sapphire-colored robes on this person are very tattered and slovenly, it is Qing Yaoyin.
Tantai Guanjian was already very worried about the safety of Minshan Sword Sect and Baili Suxue when he was not in Changling, but now that even Qing Yaoyin is here, then...he simply dare not think about it.
Qing Yaoyin nodded slightly to Ding Ning, Changsun Qianxue and others, but he didn't respond immediately, but looked up at the sky where he came from.
There were a few ferocious and huge heads that had just passed through the streamer-like clouds, and the dim yellow pupils were filled with cruel and bloodthirsty light.