Xia Jipang fought with a fierce battle, and the ending turned dramatically, shocked the Holy Sect, and then killed Lu Changke with a reckless battle with the Sacred Heart Elder, which allowed him to restore his prestige and win awe in the Holy Sect.

But this is not enough!

He needed a greater victory to prove himself and let the entire Great Wei River see that the Holy Son was still the former Holy Son. All this is not a rumor that "the Holy Sect can buy time to arrange the new Holy Son" and can walk out.

Dayan, Shadow Academy, Murong Cha is a well-known violent woman.

I have no hobbies in my life, so I love practicing martial arts and killing people.

It is said that she even likes to take a bath with human blood.

It is just puzzling that she has clearly reached the Great Perfection of True Yuan Realm. Before the threshold of cutting off love threads, she has not seen where her full desire is vented.

However, her knife was getting faster and faster. The method of slashing the ox was the sword she used to lay the foundation. Now she has practiced to wave it casually, and the sword swams around the body of the ox. The ox was dismembered and still happily ate grass.

What's more, this is just a basic knife technique, and it is even more terrifying when she replaces her own Miaodao.

There are even many people whose internal strength is far greater than her, who are easily killed by her.

Nothing else, too fast.

With one stroke, you can break the energy, break the armor, break the defense, and directly cut people into two halves.

The momentum is too fierce.

During the battle, she likes to hang a string of crystal necklaces around her neck, and the crystals are sealed with eyeballs.

Every eyeball is a powerful enemy she once killed, and is a master who once had stories in the world.

Murong Tea.

He is a woman who can challenge him more than he can.

Unless you can practice every part of your possessed true energy that can resist her sword, and unless you can keep up with her speed, Murong Cha is the most terrifying enemy.

The Holy Son of those days was the same as the women in the Dayan Shadow Academy, both of which were fast and demons.

By the lake, under the willows.

The golden sunlight falls from the gaps between the green trees.

It falls on a roll of files, shaking mottled and shaking.

Xia Ji looked through the information about this future opponent.

Regardless of whether it is true or false, he has no choice now, and he must go to this battle.

It doesn't matter whether the other party is a man or a woman.

He must kill.

Only by killing him can his status in the Great Wei Dynasty be stable.

Even when the real Holy Son gets out of the pot, he can use this accumulation to compete.

Otherwise, once your false identity is exposed, you may end up in a desperate fate.

Gong Jiu's existence is like the sword of Damoris hanging above his head, which may be cut down at any time.

Unless he is strong enough to fight against the entire Great Wei, he can only escape.

The little furnace and cauldron couldn't hide his words. These days, Xia Ji also learned about what kind of person Gong Jiu was before.

That's an evil ghost who likes to abuse himself and is terrifying. He escapes from his shell for freedom and freedom. Who do he deceives him?

Xia Ji breathed a sigh of relief, moved his fingers, grabbed the slightly hot porcelain white wine cup, drank it for two sips, and threw it back to the grass.

Leave the information aside.

Although the Elder of the Heavenly King asked him to go to the vicinity of Bikong Mountain and to have some experience in the sects that depended on the Holy Sect, he always felt that Yunxin Pavilion needed to go to again.

During this drama, something seemed to be murmuring and calling him.

The sound is ethereal...

But not like humans.

If you have to say it, it's like something is learning from humans to speak, not only that, but also...

Xia Ji's thoughts were suddenly interrupted.

The voice of the little furnace tripod came from afar: "Son of the Holy Son, why did you call me?"

Ning Mengzhen was wearing a goose yellow skirt and ran to the tree.

Recently, she has been a little comfortable.

The Holy Son seemed to have no need to make anything except cooking by himself, nor did he have to wear leather clothes and whip.

As for the matter of the furnace and cauldron, only a few people in the Holy Gate know about it.

In the eyes of the disciples of the Holy Sect, she was the companion of the Holy Son. The Holy Son was in the limelight and she was also rising. Many young Holy Sect disciples outside started shouting in a short voice.

Ning Meng was really satisfied with her sense of vanity, and her chest was erect and her head was raised when she walked.

Xia Ji looked at the small furnace and spoke, "I want to go to Yunxin Pavilion. You will deliver food to me every day just like before."

"oh..."

Ning Mengzhen was playing with her fingers, "Is there nothing else?"

"It's gone."

The little furnace tripod ran away again, and she had an illusion that the Holy Son seemed not so close to her. Has he become cold after losing his memory? Or has the Holy Son changed his personality and didn't like his type?

After walking two steps, Ning Meng couldn't help it and turned around and wanted to ask.

Xia Ji asked: "Is there anything else?"

The petite furnace suddenly lost its courage, and hurriedly shook his hand and smiled like a flower: "It's okay, it's okay, you're busy."

After saying that, Ning Mengzhen hurriedly left.

She felt very conflicted.

Why does the Holy Son suddenly seem to dislike himself?

Should I change my route?

He doesn't like pure people, do he likes to be more sexy?

But if he doesn't like himself, he doesn't need to make a furnace, isn't it just right?

Ning Meng was really full of contradictions. She didn't understand what she was thinking.

Alas, I missed my life when I met the Holy Son.

Twilight is coming.

The boy in black and golden clothes, carrying a hundred battle knives, grabbed an old bamboo pole and stepped onto the lonely boat.

The boat rows with water patterns, leaving a trajectory on the blue and golden crater lake.

He went to Yunxin Pavilion again.

The whispering sound was getting closer and closer, but Chaos Daohen did not give any warning.

Daohen is one with him, but his ability to sense good fortune and misfortune has become particularly strong.

When I stepped onto the first floor of Yunxin Pavilion, the outside of the door became completely dark.

His figure was lengthened and threw it into the somewhat dull ground. As he moved, he was swallowed up by the black in the cabinet.

The scorching sun is at the end of the sky, turning dark red, and then buried under the horizon. I wonder if it will rise again.

Dada dada...

He followed the sensing and walked slowly on the stairs of the empty Yunxin Pavilion.

There was no one on this island, he could sense it completely.

When I arrived at the second floor, the rope ladder was still hanging down.

He just grabbed and stepped onto the third floor quickly.

The sky has completely darkened.

Xia Ji lit the bronze candlestick on the dark wall of the third layer, and the candlelight came to light.

But this little light highlights the darkness of the entire island.

The black eggs on the top of the head are still there, like a churning black mist lingers in the cracked hole of the eggshell.

Xia Ji thought of the curse, the "Caotang Notes", the underworld, the sudden death of Ji Jing, and the so-called "more terrible thing".

But he was almost certain that the invitation, which was whispering like a whisper, came from the black egg.

And just then...

A terrifying atmosphere came.

It seemed like the whole world was flooded with water, the color of the candlesticks around it was a little distorted, the flames turned pale, and the sound of the wind on the island seemed to be separated by a thick film and could not be heard.

Ruthless...
To be continued...