The heavens begin with the rescue of Mrs. Yue

Song Ning watched her tall figure disappear at the stone gate, thinking of the beautiful scenery he saw two hours ago, he couldn't help but feel his blood surge.

He must get this little dragon girl!

……

For the next few days, nothing happened.

However, not long after Song Ning rejoiced, something happened that disrupted his plan...

This morning, Song Ning was walking among the mountains and forests when he suddenly saw two Quanzhen Taoist priests appearing in front of him.

The two were sitting on the roadside stones, chatting about something, judging from their expressions, it seemed that something had happened.

And the two of them were extremely dissatisfied with this matter.

Song Ning walked up to the two of them, and asked them: "From what the two Taoist priests said, it seems that something big has happened to Quanzhen Sect?"

The two Taoist priests belonged to the most ordinary disciples. They had never met Song Ning before. Seeing his friendly expression, they said, "The night before yesterday, a disciple from Chongyang Palace ran away!"

"The disciple ran away?"

Suddenly something bad appeared in Song Ning's heart.

Chapter 57 has been deleted and reissued in the afternoon

The shattered sky and the destroyed Great Mitian all disappeared.

Instead, there was a vast palace.

The bursting pain in Jian Wushuang's mind suddenly disappeared, and everything became clear.

But the only thing that hasn't changed is the giant man with the head of a wild boar still standing beside him.

This time, besides the pig-headed giant, there were seven figures standing beside Jian Wushuang, all of them were ugly and distorted, bloated or strong.

There are eight figures in total, all holding a tray covered with a red cloth in their hands.

"Ninth brother, you have made great achievements in this battle of attacking the sky, just wait for the reward from the elder brother!" The giant man with the wild boar's head touched Jian Wushuang and said in a low voice.

Jian Wushuang ignored him, but looked at the extra tray that appeared out of thin air in his hand at some point.

The tray was covered with a red cloth, and there was a fist-sized bump in the middle, which was beating slightly.

He tentatively reached out his hand to open it, but was interrupted by a deep voice.

"Come in."

As the voice fell, it seemed that there was an irresistible force in the dark, pushing Jian Wushuang forward.

He frowned, but he realized that he couldn't resist, and could only let that force push him forward.

Strolling into the giant hall, the scene in front of him made Jian Wushuang frown!

This is an evil temple.

The center of the entire vast hall is concave, and there are countless god corpses piled up inside. There are no fewer than one hundred thousand broken and clean god corpses.

And on top of these god corpses, there is a huge mountain-like figure. It has no face, and it can hardly be described as a living being. It is like the silhouette formed by various living beings squeezed together. .

"I've seen you, brother." The other seven figures shouted in unison, and at the same time stretched out the trays in their hands.

The mountain-like figure did not respond, and remained silent, as if waiting for something.

The giant man closest to Jian Wushuang looked around, then reached out and lifted the red cloth on the tray in his hand, "Brother, please enjoy, the taste of this Yanxian is different from what we have eaten before."

The red cloth was lifted, revealing a head with closed eyes.

Jian Wushuang was terrified, and saw that head, it was the head of Diqing who had disappeared!

He looked at the tray in his hand again, and stretched out his hand to slowly lift off the red cloth covering it.

A bright heart is beating weakly, which is the immortal source of Diqing.

"No, how could he die inexplicably like this? This must be an illusion." Jian Wushuang thought to himself.

At this time, the body of the mountain that was sitting on the countless god corpses moved, and with a wave of his hand, he directly ingested Diqing's head, stuffed it into his mouth, and began to chew.

The space seemed to be still, the mountain body stopped moving, and raised its arms after a while, rolling up the other bodies of Diqing in the tray one by one.

But when it was Jian Wushuang's turn, he suddenly grasped Diqing's origin in his palm, so he didn't get swept away.

"Ninth brother, what are you doing?! This is dedicated to the boss!" The giant man said anxiously, and he was about to reach out to snatch the fairy source from him.

Jian Wushuang smiled coldly, retreated a few feet, and said in a cold voice, "How long do you have to pretend? It's time to break this illusion, right? Do you want me to destroy it?"

All the giants were taken aback.

"Ninth brother, what are you talking about? What illusion? I am your third brother!" The giant man with a wild boar's head looked anxious and surprised.

At this moment, the space suddenly shook, and the dome of the palace shattered.

Hundreds of millions of rays of light shone from the broken gap, and at the same time, a giant golden scale claw appeared, covering Jian Wushuang's head.

Seeing this, Jian Wushuang heaved a sigh of relief, and followed the giant golden scale claws to soar up.

But at this moment, the huge mountain body moved, and he suddenly swung his arm and smashed it over, bursting out with the power beyond Yanxian!

He was shocked, if this blow hits the target, he will definitely be severely injured.

The imaginary scene did not appear, the giant golden scale claws completely wrapped Jian Wushuang and blocked the blow.

The entire palace was instantly shattered, and all the pictures began to collapse.

"Ninth brother!"

……

When Jian Wushuang opened his eyes again, the familiar scene appeared.

Heavenly Prison has completely fallen, and the void is shrouded in a kind of bloody veil, but he is still standing where he is, and just made a gesture of fleeing.

Diqing stood side by side with him, looking at him with raised eyebrows.

Jian Wushuang swallowed subconsciously, "I seemed to have a dream just now?"

After hearing the words, Diqing explained in a slow voice, "Strictly speaking, it's not a dream, not even an illusion."

"Uh, what about the place just now?" He was a little puzzled.