There was a light bang.

Ada landed on the ground, raised his right hind leg, sniffed it carefully, and confirmed that there was no smell of saliva before he felt relieved.

When it looked up and saw the stone mountain, it was shocked.

When it came to Yinfeng to play, it had picked it up several times in this stone mountain, but... when did you change the recipe?

The corpses of these powerful Qingshan men do not have the energy of heaven and earth, but their flesh, flesh, muscles and bones have sword intent. I want to make a big replenishment, but... this violates the rules of Qingshan Gate!

It glanced at the corpse dog with a faint look, thinking that Yuan Qi Whale is dead, are you just doing this?

The corpse dog really doesn't know what the cat is thinking. He walked to the side of the stone mountain, stretched out his front paws and digged out a deep pit.

There is a corpse of a Snow Country monster buried in the pit. Just looking at the appearance, you can tell that the stairs are extremely high.

Ada walked to the edge of the pit and took a look, and meowed in disgust.

The corpse dog's eyes were slightly different, thinking that this was a good thing he kept, so he disliked it. After thinking about it, he walked to another place and dug out another corpse.

This is the corpse of a powerful man from the underworld. All the soul fires have been transformed into fragmented crystals. I don’t know how they taste, but they will definitely be of great help to practice.

Ada looked at the corpse dog with sympathy and pity.

I am very popular at Shenmo Peak, drinking spicy food, and I can still step on it... Tsk tsk, what are you living this life, are you still eating these things?

The corpse dog looked at it in confusion.

A Da meowed, indicating that he was suddenly not hungry again.

The corpse dog did not think much about it, lowered his head and ate half of the body of the powerful man in the underworld, and then buried it carefully again. Of course, he did not forget to bury the corpse of the Snow Country monster again.

...

...

It's dawn.

Then it went black.

It's dawn.

Then it got dark again.

The sword light stopped.

The pit was dug open.

Then fill in.

Dig open again.

Fill it out again.

Eat out.

The stone tablets on the top of Tianguang Peak kept falling with dust, but the interval was getting longer and longer.

Some Qingshan disciples left and then came back again to bring fruit to the teachers.

The Qingshan Immortal Masters are naturally not afraid of hunger, but are afraid of boredom.

Ada lay in the mouth of a corpse dog, looking at the sky far away through the dog's teeth like a stone pillar, thinking that since the victory or defeat has been decided, why don't you let me out?

The white clothes floated gently, much more vivid than the clouds in the sky.

Jing Jiu fell in the mountains and lowered his body to insert the bamboo flute in his hand back into the soil.

Thin green branches emerge from the bamboo flute hole, swaying in the wind, and quickly spread. Then, small white flowers bloomed in groups of three or three, followed by a sea of ​​flowers all over the mountains.

Fang Jingtian lay in the sea of ​​flowers, gasping heavily, without any fairy-like appearance, looking like a seriously ill old man.

Among these powerful men of Qingshan Sect, Master Guangyuan is known for his dullness and low-keyness, but he is the one who is the one who is the one who doesn’t look like an immortal the most.

Since many years ago, he has been like an ordinary rich man. No matter how thin silver eyebrows flutter, he cannot remove the vulgarity on his body.

That kind of vulgarity is not the ordinary meaning, it refers to the homely meaning, it is the fresh taste related to the world.

From this perspective, Taiping Zhenren has accepted so many apprentices, and he is the one who looks the most like.

Compared with his disciples who entered the school after Guangyuan, Nanwang and others, he spent a longer time on Shangdefeng and had a deep impression of his master.

Perhaps it is precisely because of these reasons that his loyalty to Taiping Zhenren is far greater than that of the others, and his hatred towards Jing Jiu and others is extremely profound.

"I, damn, your ancestors." Fang Jingtian looked at Jing Jiu and said.

Jing Jiu said: "Although the sword pill is broken, it does not mean that it cannot be rebuilt. I have seen someone on the snow field breaking the golden elixir and rebuilt it. It should be the same method. Do you want to learn it?"

Fang Jingtian said, "Fuck you, Grandma."

Jing Jiu seemed to have not heard it and continued to say calmly: "Of course there is a problem with your sword ghost, and there are signs of dissolution. If you want to recover, it may take more than two hundred years, and you should be able to survive until that day."

Fang Jingtian said, "Fuck you, mom."

"Let's cure your injuries here in the future. Try to live, death is always bad."

Jing Jiu looked at the sky and said, "We should meet again soon."

Fang Jingtian gasped twice and said, "I, fuck, you."

Jing Jiu said: "No."

After saying this, he left Yinfeng.

When he arrived at the sword prison passage, he stopped somewhere, turned around and looked at the cell at the end of the quiet passage on his left, and suddenly sat cross-legged.

There are countless extremely sharp sword intents hidden in the passage, which he set up many years ago, and even he himself could not bear it, but the situation has changed now.

In the cell, Xue Ji squatted on a bamboo chair, looking at the fake ice peak and snow field, knowing his arrival, but she had no intention of turning around.

I don't know how long she seemed to feel something. A light flashed in her black pupils, and she slowly turned around and looked at the stone door of the cell.

Through the stone door of the cell, their sights met in the air, and then countless invisible turbulences emerged.

Jing Jiu and the one in the cell were speechless several times when he sat in this way. During those times, he was always at an absolute disadvantage, and today it was slightly different.

This should be the first time he was able to talk to her with an equal attitude after Leng Shan met her.

Of course, this is just an equal attitude, and it does not mean that he has the same ability as her.

Xue Ji suddenly let out a few whimpers.

A hundred years have passed and you have become stronger. I will give you enough respect. Since you want to change, then change it.

Jing Jiu said: "The bamboo chair has been decayed for a hundred years. Why do you want to change the fairy spirit in my body?"

Xue Ji stopped talking and turned around and looked at the truly unchanged ice peak and snow field.

Jing Jiu said: "Do you a favor in a few days, and you will also help yourself."

Xue Ji slowly looked up at the stone wall.

Above the stone wall is Shangde Peak.

Above Shangde Peak is the sky.

Where is the sky above?

She moaned twice.

...

...

Go up by the sky light and exit the well.

Rising from the wind and snow, leaving the peak.

People are everywhere at the top of the Skylight Peak.

Countless gazes fell on him.

He left Yin Peak alone, and the outcome was naturally clear.

The elders and disciples of Xilai Peak looked pale, and the other people who supported Fang Jingtian also looked extremely ugly.

Jin Ren Guangyuan was in a complicated mood, but before he could ask, he was robbed by Nan Wang.

"You won't really kill him, are you?" she asked staring at Jing Jiu.

True Man Guangyuan quickly said to Nan Wang: "Since the heaven and earth are not inducing, the senior brother will naturally have no worries about his life."

Nan Wang said: "When he broke through the realm and opened the sky in Yin Peak, there was no response from heaven and earth. How could you be sure?"

Jing Jiu was really annoyed and said, "He is not dead."

Fang Jingtian was extremely injured and was only one step away from death. He could not recover for hundreds of years. Besides ascension, he could not leave Yin Peak one step, which was not much different from death.

After hearing this, Nan Wang didn't say anything else.

"Meet the real person in the head!"

Everyone at the top of Tianguang Peak worshipped, including the elders and disciples of Xilai Peak.

Jing Jiu said something to Zhao Layue, stepped up in the air, and flew towards Shenmao Peak.
To be continued...