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? Fang Cai, the ancient breeze sacrificed a sense of consciousness, carefully explored the clear blue fortune of Qingxi, and the result was more strange and complicated than he imagined. ?? Ranran text ????

Jaina's existence is extremely unique, and even has a sense of independence, as if it contains life.

When the ancient Qingfeng explored, Qingxi could feel that the thing was hostile to his deities, and that the breath of fortune was even more sacred and bright than the breath of immortals, just like a constantly changing seed, especially magical.

For the safety of Qingxi, Gu Qingfeng did not go deep. He was really afraid that the dog jumped off the wall. Once that thing caused the backwash of that thing, he would have nothing to do, but Qingxi's mind consciousness would be affected.

"Stop it!"

Here, Qingxi is madly stimulating the power of the spirit in the body, and it is also madly urging the power of the extraordinary great color, the magnificent treasure view, and the infinitely blue power.

The ancient breeze is just so blocking the tip of the sword with one finger, no matter how crazy the Qingxi urged, even if he tried his best, he could not shake the finger of the ancient breeze.

"I said just now that with my opponent, apart from consuming your own spiritual power, it will not affect me in any way. Why should you stick to it, or just give me a break."

The ancient Qing Fengfeng smiled lightly and slightly, pinching the sword tip with two fingers, clicking hard, the flying sword broke instantly, Qingxi still somehow, only felt a horrible force coming, shocked She moaned, her face turned pale, and people flew out again.

"You too."

Qinggu Qingfeng touched the piano with one hand and poured the wine with a jug in one hand, and said softly, "Let's go."

A very slight sentence, the tone is very bland, the tone is also very calm, there is no flashes of glory around the body, nor any surge of spiritual power, neither prestige nor momentum.

Suddenly.

After the three characters were dropped, twenty or thirty people, such as Wujin, Wei Chaoqun, Li Qianhua, Chi Yu, and Wang Sha, who were next to Gu Qingfeng, were instantly struck by lightning.

When a scattered word falls, the power sacrificed by people such as Wuchen and Wei Chaoqun, whether it is the power of the Yuanshen or the force of the creation, is instantly collapsed and disappeared.

Yes!

The collapse of the shock disappeared.

Among the two dragons without traces, two auras of immortals of Wei Chaoqun, Li Qianhua's evil skeletons, all the creations were dispelled by the earthquake.

When a word fell, Wuzhen, Wei Chaoqun and others were spurting blood from the mouth and nose.

When one bar word fell, more than 20 people were hurled out by the earthquake and fell to the ground. Most of the people such as Eagle, Ding Rui, Leng Yefei were even paralyzed by the earthquake and couldn't even stand up. Although Wu Men, Wei Chaoqun and Li Qianhua could still stand up, they just stood up, one by one, unkempt and embarrassed. Standing there, their bodies couldn't stop shaking.

No one knows what's going on.

Everyone feels incredible and incredible. It's more frightening and shocking.

Because no one knows what happened.

No one knows why, because the Chiyan boy only said three words, he could n’t even talk about the power and sound. How could the traceless person's creation not only disappeared by the collapse of the earthquake, but also the man was spitting blood by the earthquake.

The elders of the various martial arts such as Yuanyuan Gate, Yaoyue Palace, etc. were also ready to take action. They all got the news and got a glimpse of the mysterious turtle in the hands of the ancient Qingfeng, but at this moment they saw this scene with their own courage.

"This is a flower festival in Wuseshan. I don't want to do it here, but I just don't want to, it doesn't mean I don't."

Gu Qingfeng still stood in the gazebo and played the guqin, and the quiet voice accompanied the dull tunes slowly passed into the ears of everyone. "For your youth, my grandfather bypassed you once. Only once, there is no second, if you dare to do it, Grandpa will not mind sending you back to the West. "

Everybody around is staring with big eyes and small eyes. You look at me, I look at you, backing down, no one dares to speak, and no one dares to do it again.

Desolate Pavilion.

Master Yuanmu ’s Yuan Shen is still falling apart little by little, losing the support of Yuan Shen ’s spiritual power, his body is weak, his face is pale and without a trace of blood, he looks as if he is suffering from severe pain. The trembling could not stop, and the five senses were distorted.

See this.

The five-colored, eighteen swords and the twenty-four young heroes rushed round and round, but they only faced the mysterious and strange ancient Qingfeng. At this moment, they have no other way but to worry.

I can't beat it again.

I wanted to take the old man away, but couldn't get closer.

How to do?

Can only wait!

Yes!

I can only wait.

Liu Qingyan knew that Xuan Xin had invited some other Wushushan solitary old men, but he was retreating with the exception of the old man with dead wood. He could not send a message, nor could he inform by letter. He could only ask, now she only hopes Jiujuan is here as soon as possible. If not, the old man withered wood is afraid of being more fierce.

"I Wuseshan has no injustice with you, why do you hurt my uncle!"

On the court, only Qingxi was still unwilling to give up. She knew she couldn't help the ancient Qingfeng, so she tried to take away the old dead wood, but unfortunately, she did n’t know how to get close to the old man. The old man seemed to be surrounded by an air wall. Just like a shroud, blocking her out, no matter how she moves her eyes or how she sacrifices her creation, she can never break through the layer of invisible air wall.

"I said, the old man is kind to me, and I can't repay it too late, how can it hurt his old man."

"Is that how you reciprocate your gratitude? My uncle's Yuanshen has dried up, and you don't know what method was used to make my uncle's Yuanshen gradually collapse ..."

"The old god's Yuanshen needs to be recast, and before recasting the Yuanshen, there is nothing left to do to disperse the old god's Yuanshen. The so-called break and stand, that's the case."

"you!"

Qingxi heard about recasting Yuanshen, but she only heard about it. She only knew that this was a very old and ancient method that was listed as taboo. She did not believe that Gu Qingfeng knew this method ~ www.wuxiaspot .com ~ In addition, even if the identity of Gu Qingfeng is not understood, it is even more impossible for Qingxi to take this risk.

Alas, the most important thing is that she may not understand what recasting Yuanshen, but she can see clearly that Master Yuanshen's Yuanshen is disintegrating, and Yuanshen is disintegrating. How to recast?

She tried to approach the old man like crazy.

Naihe!

Useless!

I tried my best to fail to break through that air wall.

Looking at Wuse Mountain, Uncle Xuanxin has not invited Jiu Jue Lonely, but looking at the distorted facial features of the old gentleman, Qingxi's heart is like a knife, she screamed angrily, and once again sacrificed the whole body to try and shock, but unfortunately still Failed.

Time couldn't be delayed, and Qingxi finally gave up. She turned to look at the distant winter, saying: "Qianshan Senior, Miss Winter, Miss Ouyang Ye, I hope you can stop him and don't hurt my uncle! Begging you guys!"

(To be continued.)