The sudden red light surprised Nan Zheng, and what happened next made her even more frightened.

A faint breath emerged from the bottom of the statue and quickly enveloped the entire ruined temple.

The silver bells on her body moved without the wind and made a crisp sound.

Who is using tribal witchcraft that is so powerful?

What Nan Zheng is even more afraid of is whether these ringtones will alarm the ancestor in the black coffin? What should he do if the ancestor takes his anger on himself?

With a creaking sound, the coffin lid of the black coffin slowly moved away, revealing a small gap.

Nan Zheng looked back and almost fainted.

At some point, there was another person in front of the black coffin.

It was a child, wearing a double-breasted shirt and a bun, with a small figure and a pale face.

The child reached into the air, took the extremely slight breath, sent it to his nose and smelled it, making an old voice: "The smell of the pseudo-god."

Soon the slightest breath disappeared.

The child did nothing, sat on the coffin, looking at the direction of the green mountains in the distance.

Nan Zheng's face was paler than him, thinking to himself what this is, it's a hell.

The child seemed to know what she was thinking and said, "You are thinking right. I am the sword ghost. You can call me the sword ghost boy."

Of course, Nan Zheng knew what a sword ghost was, but how could there be such a sword ghost in the world?

Neither the sword ghost nor the Nascent Soul had no independent intelligence or spiritual soul before the body disappeared, but the boy sitting on the coffin was obviously not like this.

"Preserve me and don't let the beasts wake me up."

After the sword ghost boy said this, he floated up and soon disappeared into the night mountains.

It was not until a long time later that Nan Zheng calmed down a little, moved her somewhat stiff steps to the black coffin, and looked into the crack nervously.

Nan Ji's body was as thin as a wood, still in the coffin, without any breath, as if he had already died.

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...

There is a gentle slope in front of Shuiyue Temple, and there is a huge peach blossom under the slope. The petals fall with the wind and like rain. Two girls are talking under the peach tree.

"My celestial master is too poor. The master of the temple has calculated for anyone a few days ago. It will take another half a year to calculate. The Supreme Elder has not seen guests for a long time."

Three consecutive words were rejected. Zhen Tao was very sorry, and her little face turned slightly red and said, "Sister Sister in the winter is weird. She is recuperating. I dare not hand over the words..."

In Chaoge City, Mo Xi from Shuiyue Temple colluded with Bulao Lin to assassinate Zhao Layue. After the incident, she was killed by winter and threw her limbs at the gate of Zhao's mansion.

Mo Xi is still alive now and is kept in a village on the other side of the mountain. Some people in the temple occasionally come to visit.

Zhen Tao heard her senior sisters describe her current miserable situation and was extremely afraid of her senior sister after the winter.

"It's okay." Bai Zao said with a smile.

She had already guessed who Senior Winter was, so naturally she would not force Zhen Tao.

This time she came to Shuiyue Temple because of the instructions of her seniors during the winter.

That year Pei Baifa fell to the sea and died, Su Ziye betrayed, He Jun was discouraged, but the Xihai game was not over.

Through Senior Brother Tongyan, she knew what the Winter Senior hoped for her, so she wanted to come to Shuiyue Temple to meet her and ask the seniors in the temple to calculate the prospects for this trip.

If you can't count, it's better to count it. After all, human calculations are not as good as God's calculations. Just try your best.

I hope everything is well with my senior brother.

Bai Zao said goodbye to Zhen Tao, turned around and walked down the mountain. When he arrived at the bottom of the mountain, he found that there were a few petals on his shoulders.

She suddenly remembered that there was a crabapple tree in the courtyard in Chaoge City that year. He looked at her in the petals and rain in the study, and seemed to have some appreciation.

If you do this well, Qingshan will be in addition to the great troubles, and the world of cultivation will be peaceful. Jing Jiu is so lazy, he should be very happy.

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...

A white line emerged from the blue West Sea.

The childlike face walks on the sea.

Jing Jiu did not forget his promise to him and sent Qingtianjian to the Sanqian Temple outside Ohara City, and then asked the old nun to release him.

Qingtianjian was not tied behind her with a childish face. Could it be that it was placed in a certain space magic weapon?

If so, why didn’t he use it in Guocheng Temple and Lengshan?

Dozens of white lines emerged in the sky.

A disciple of the Xihai Sword Sect came to drive the sword and took him to the Immortal Island.

The huge windows by the cliff can see the endless blue sea and thousands of years of waves.

The Sword God of Xihai turned around and looked at Tongyan, and said with a blank expression: "What are you going to commit to?"

Tongyan said, "Qingtianjian."

This is the answer that anyone can think of.

Without the magic weapon of the heavenly level, who is willing to bear the price of being suspicious of the Zhongzhou Sect?

The Sword God of Xihai said, "What do you want?"

Tongyan said, "Alive."

The Sword God of Xihai said: "If you don't steal the Qingtianjian, you can live in the Zhongzhou Sect and live a good life, so this reason is not valid."

People who are not good at conspiracy do not mean they are not smart, but people like him and Jingyang are unwilling to be distracted from their practice.

If Tongyan cannot give a suitable reason, the West Sea Sword God would never mind killing him and sending his head to Yunmeng Mountain.

"So I won't give you the Qingtianjian."

Tongyan said, "I heard that the Taishang Xuan Gong has a sub-book in Xihai. After I learn it, I will ask the spirit to come out and meet you."

How can you live? You can’t expect other sects to take in, you can only improve your level of cultivation as soon as possible.

The request for the baby face is very reasonable, but the compensation given sounds less.

The West Sea Sword God showed an admiration and said, "You are much better than Luo Huainan."

At his level, the illusion of enlightenment in the Qingtian Jian is meaningless, and the real thing is the soul-taught appreciation.

If the Qingtian Spiritual Appreciation is really the true spirit of Tianbao, it will be the only existence in Chaotian Continent for tens of thousands of years.

This new life form can bring many insights and opportunities to a great thing like the West Sea Sword God that has reached its peak.

Tong Yan was locked up in the stone chamber of Shaoming Island. Apart from Qingshui, there was only a copy of the Taishang Xuangong sub-book in the stone chamber.

When he learns the Supreme Mystery of the Supreme One, he can leave.

What was strange was that Tong Yan did not open the copy immediately, but stared at the stone wall, as if he had heard some sound.

Just like in the cave left by Luo Huainan a few years ago, he heard Qing'er's cry for help facing the stone wall.

Qing'er flew out of his sleeves, flew quickly in the narrow stone chamber for a few times, and said with satisfaction: "It's safe here."

The childish face was still staring at the stone wall.

Qing'er flew back to his shoulder and sat on his shoulder, suddenly said worriedly, "But the West Sea Sword God is so powerful and looks very greedy. What if he wants to rob me after meeting him?"

The boy still didn't say anything and continued to stare at the stone wall.

An invisible map appeared before his eyes.

This map does not exist, but the memory in his mind.

He is the second most popular chess in the world, and he also has unimaginable memory.

The map was drawn by Su Ziye. The dense small characters on it are various formations and mechanisms. The red line on the map leads to a hidden cave on Shaoming Island.

Tongyan suddenly took off her clothes and walked to the front of the stone wall to start digging.

Qing'er quickly covered her face with her little hands, looked at him through her fingers and asked, "Are you going to escape?"

The Xihai Sword Sect’s mountain gate formation is in the distance, and the Shaoming Island’s defensive formation is outside. As long as he does not dig out, he does not have to worry about touching the formation.

But if he doesn't dig out, even if he digs for the rest of his life, he will never be able to escape.

Tongyan said, "I want to go to a place."

After several years, Tongyan began to dig holes again.

However, this time he would take much less time to dig a hole because he was already familiar with this kind of thing, and the place he was going to is on Shaoming Island, not far from here.

There is no light in the tunnel dug out, so naturally I don’t know day and night.

The baby face came out from the ground.

Qing'er's speed was faster than him. He circled around the cave several times, confirmed that there was no mechanism or magic weapon to peek, and said, "Safe...but there is something very strange."

Tongyan walked to the depths of the cave and looked at the sword.
To be continued...