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"How could this be!"

Found that there was no Leng Yanqiu in the stone room, Zhu Xia looked in shock, and said in shock: "I obviously kept her here, why now ..."

"Running away?"

Gu Qingfeng said casually.

"It's impossible. I covered the stone room with Da Luotian Qiankun Formation. Although Yan Qiu has integrated the heart of Bingxuan, he can't use the power of Bingxuan at all now. With her ability, she can't break the formation. What's more, this big Luotian Qiankun array is still based on the source of my ice mystery. "

Gu Qingfeng walked into the stone room and glanced at the large Luotian Qiankun array covering the stone room. With one glance, he could see that the array method had been manipulated by people, exactly re-arranged, and it was only yesterday night.

"Where did you put the source of Bingxuan after you pulled away?"

"Just here the bracelet ..." Zhu Xia immediately took off the bracelet on her wrist, took a closer look, and was immediately shocked, because the inside of the bracelet was already empty, her source of Bingxuan had long disappeared.

"How could the source of Bingxuan ... be it ..."

Suddenly, Zhu Xia seemed to realize something, her pale face became extremely ugly, and her weak body was paralyzed on the ground. "I remember it ... Yan Qiu, it must be Yan Qiu, she lied to me ... ... she lied to me ... "

Yesterday, Zhu Xia found that Leng Yanqiu was not in the right mood. She threatened to commit suicide if she forced her to reconcile with Gu Qingfeng, and she did so and committed self-harm.

Zhu Xia bitterly persuaded, even at the expense of his own source of Bingxuan for healing.

Zhu Xia was still guilty.

Feeling sorry for Yan Yanqiu.

However, she knew that this was a great fortune, and Leng Yanqiu would definitely understand it later.

In order to look cold in the future, she can only endure.

It was only at this moment that Zhu Xia realized that Leng Yanqiu's self-harm was only acting, and she showed it to herself. She performed a bitter trick, not only deceiving herself, but also stealing the source of her own ice.

After realizing the fact, Zhu Xia, who was originally weak, couldn't bear such a shock at all, and was paralyzed on the ground at once.

Gu Qingfeng was about to step forward to comfort him, and suddenly felt wrong.

This feeling comes from the drawing axis in your hand.

He opened the scroll, and the original seemingly ordinary ink painting did not know when it became distorted. It was particularly dreamy and very misty. It was mysterious and mysterious.

Gu Qingfeng once participated in snatching this painting in the heavens, and vaguely remembers that this painting is from the remains of a Buddhist gate. As for what famous temple he was, he didn't know because the painting was snatched by Red Sleeve that year.

He looked at this misty ink painting, but for some reason, he felt a sense of acquaintance deep in his heart.

It feels special, it's strange, it's even more weird.

He has seen this painting twice, once at the time of Tianjie participating in the snatch, and the second time at the foot of the Bingxuan School.

However, it seems that the acquaintance is not a glance at heaven, nor is it at the foot of Bingxuan School.

Ok?

Gu Qingfeng looked at it this way, as if he invaded it, the more he felt the acquaintance, he even changed his mood at that moment.

Suddenly, a Buddhist word came to mind.

"Amitabha."

It was the voice of the old monk who lived in the dead bone.

"Guju, wake up quickly, your mood is changing drastically."

The Buddhist monk of the old monk immediately sobered the ancient breeze for a while, but at this moment, a sigh, a flash of light and a flash passed, and it was a muddy figure. When the figure appeared, he robbed the painting axis.

After the ancient Qingfeng awakened, he couldn't care about the doubts in his heart, his look changed, and he seized the silhouette.

boom!

An extremely powerful force came through, Gu Qingfeng couldn't help humming, his expression turned to anger, his eyes widened suddenly, and a horrific murderous shot was shot in the dark eyes.

The image of the person across the room seemed to feel the killing power of Gu Qingfeng, did not dare to neglect, and the snoring sound disappeared instantly. At the same time as the figure disappeared, Gu Qingfeng also disappeared, and a breath of effort caught up to the void.

The figure may know that he can't shake it off, standing on the cloud, like a swaying cloud of light, can see a vague shadow from the glory, like a woman.

Above the clouds, howling winds, tearing everything.

here.

The ancient Qingfeng stands in the void, the white robes hunt and hunt in the howling wind, the long black hair dances wantonlyly, a handsome face, full of anger in the expression, and endless flashes in the dark eyes Murder.

"The book of original sin."

Gu Qingfeng can see that the other party is the person who copied the book, and it is also a book that he does not want to provoke, but just wants to stay away.

What is original sin.

The ancient breeze is unknown.

Don't want to know.

He only knew that the original sin was very old and terrible. The old one is older than the heavens and the earth. It is terrible that even the nine ghosts and old demons talk about discoloration. In the rumor, even the Lord of Heaven, like the Lord of Heaven, treats original sin Avoid three points.

"Give me the painting, okay?"

The original sinners began to speak, their voices were soft.

"your?"

Gu Qingfeng asked.

The original sinners responded: "No."

"Then why should I leave it to you."

"This painting will cause you trouble."

"Even your book of original sin came to you." Gu Qingfeng sneered: "Are I still in trouble?"

"different."

"what's the difference."

The original sin book did not respond, just looking at Gu Qingfeng.

...

At the foot of Bingxuan School.

The departure of Gu Qingfeng and Bing Xuan's ancestors meant that the fun was over.

But everyone didn't leave, no one.

None of the majors, families, and gangs, the elders of the Bingxuan faction headed by the real people of Yuhua, none of Tian Xiangyue, Wen Yansheng, Jing Tao, or even the scared Luo Wenzhenghao who had a pant , Even Shui Yunruo did not.

They were going to leave.

After all, the injuries, disability, and urinary trousers that were hit by Gu Qingfeng were all lost.

Ready to call back and find this place.

However, with the emergence of several people, they not only changed their attention, but also made the foot of Bingxuanpai Mountain lively and extraordinary.

Not many people came.

There are only twenty or thirty.

Standing in front is a woman.

A woman wearing a luxurious white robe.

The woman is quite beautiful ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Today, she is especially noble and dignified, her hair is high, her hair is tall, her hair is turquoise, her neck is a blue moon necklace, and her ears are wearing frosty purple moan. Rings, rings on the ten fingers of both hands are more dazzling. The jewelry worn on these bodies is a faint brilliance. The brilliance contains all kinds of mysteries. Obviously, they are all valuable treasures.

When she appeared, she was very proud on her beautiful face. She was stared at by everyone in the field, and she could not help scorning in her eyes, as if she was disdainful, as if the gangsters of the major families and gangs in the surrounding territories were at her. Not even pigs and dogs in his eyes.

This is a cold and arrogant woman.

Also an arrogant woman.

It is an incomparable woman.

Almost everyone present knew her.

Not others, but the new head of Bingxuan School, cold face.

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