"Mother-in-law?"

Yu Qingshui, who fell to the ground, was shocked by this scene.

He rolled and crawled backwards.

Grandma Hua was extremely fast, and in an instant, it blew up the storm, turning into a phantom, and pounced towards the boy.

But she came quickly and retreated faster, and a shrill whistle sounded out of thin air like thunder.

"boom!"

Along with the screaming sound, there was a ray of snow-white and dazzling sword light.

The old body was slapped by an oil-paper umbrella, and flew out dozens of feet hard, hitting a mountain wall like a gyro.

Yu Qingshui stared at the man in black robe who stood in front of him at some time.

Ning Yi held the Snow in one hand, unsheathed the umbrella sword and raised the tip of the sword.

His expression was extremely calm.

Xu Qingyan stood side by side next to Ning Yi. One hand was hanging in her sleeve, holding half of the bone flute leaves. The two had no skin contact. They were about three feet away, but there was a ray of white light flashing, and they were connected into lines... So at first glance, there seemed to be an invisible silk thread that tied the two together.

"Crazy..."

The gravel on the mountain walls rustled down, and smoke and dust filled the air.

The stone wall in the distance was impacted by huge force, and a pit was carved out.

The old man's body was in a slump in the pit of the broken stone wall, as if dead silent.

"I've kept my hand at this sword just now." Ning Yi said lightly: "I won't keep my hand at this next."

After saying this, there was still no movement.

Ning Yi frowned, he pulled away the smoke and dust, slowly came to the sank stone wall, and fell silent.

The madness on the old man's old face has disappeared.

Perhaps it was because of aging, or perhaps because of the blood of the Nanhua, her skin began to decline.

Thousands of blood appeared on half of the cheeks, densely packed, looking even more terrifying, but the expression of the facial features... became extremely peaceful, and could even be said to be very docile and humble.

She shrank and protected the roots of the demon flower roots on her arm that were rooted in her mouth to absorb blood, like a trembling bud.

Nanhua took root in her.

It seems that even if she doesn't do it, she won't live long.

The old man trembled and stammered as if he was a child who did something wrong: "I just... want to see... the flowers bloom..."

Ning Yi fell silent.

Ning Yi is not a soft-hearted person. He has always been decisive in killing. He would rather kill a thousand people by mistake than let one go.

At this moment, someone behind him pulled his sleeve.

It's Yu Qingshui.

The boy looked at Grandma Hua's terrifying face. Although he was afraid, he still plucked up the courage and gritted his teeth and said, "Ning Yi... do you have to kill her now?"

Grandma Hua gave Yu Qingshui herbs... Ning Yi looked at the boy deeply, spoke in an undeniable tone, and said, "No matter how much you plead, she must die."

"Don't get me wrong..."

The boy took a deep breath, looked at the flower, his eyes instantly returned to clearness, and said, "I'm not pleading for her."

This demon flower hidden in the deep mountain cave by snow is definitely the most evil thing in the world. Today, Grandma Hua is probably crazy and obsessed with the blooming of flowers.

Yu Qingshui looked at the old man curled up in the smoke and dust and sighed.

He looked at Ning Yi and Xu Qingyan and said softly: "From the day I saw you, I felt that all this was like a dream. Real and illusory. Perhaps leaving Mengshan would be an out of reach for me..."

Ning Yi and Xu Qingyan were both silent.

yes.

Even after living in Mengshan for a year, they still couldn't tell the truth and the illusion.

This is a dream in Yu Qingshui's soul.

Or is it a time and space that really happened as the grandma said?

"Since those things at the bottom of the river are crazy about this southern flower... then why do you need to kill Grandma Hua now..." The young man looked at Ning Yi and said sincerely: "No one cares more about this flower than her... and let her stay here..."

Ning Yi fell silent.

The flower grandma curled up, huddled in the pit. She stared at the scarlet southern flower on her arm, her rhizomes were filled with blood, and her plump and a little scary, but there were still no petals blooming.

The old man just repeated a few words.

"The flowers are about to bloom..."

"The flowers are about to bloom..."

Every bone here may repeat the same words before dying?

Looking at this old man, I couldn't tell whether it was pity or disgust.

Ning Yi finally took back Xixue.

...

...

High tide day.

The world is dark.

The entire Mengshan town seemed to feel the power of the stinging underground awakening, and a slow and irresistible wave force drove the mountain to roar.

The sky is low, and the black clouds are crushing over the top of the mountain.

He raised his head, the glory of the past disappeared, only the endless night was shrouded in.

The migration of the entire town was tense, and a beautiful woman was responsible for leading the masses to move. Under her leadership, everyone was moving quietly and quickly.

But every indigenous person in Mengshan town will feel a huge sense of oppression when he occasionally looks up before moving forward.

Where is this a high tide?

It's like the sky is falling!

The river tide is no longer calm, with great ups and downs, rushing to the mountain shore. After the wooden barrel array tied to the growth line is tightened, it is just that the tug-of-war with the river tide for several rounds is swept into a complete circle, and it seems that it will collapse at any time.

At the full circle and tight starting point.

The boy and the old man in the straw raincoat stood in the rain.

Uncle Jiu stood on a long pole, and crackling raindrops hit the straw raincoat, swaying a slender white arc. The old man stood in silence and looked at the man at the end of the pier, with a serious expression and full of respect.

A black shirt fluttered in the wind, like a splash of ink.

The owner of the black shirt's feet were like iron nails, firmly nailed to death.

Ning Yi tied his long hair behind his head and pinned it with a black bun.

He gently held Xixue with one hand, loosened his five fingers holding the hilt of the sword in turn, and then tightened them tightly.

He was breathing.

The snow was breathing too.

One person and one sword merged into a "whole" and remained as if it were as fast as a mountain under the impact of layers of rivers.

The pier has been flooded by the river. From a distance, the water waves are rippling. Ning Yi seems to be standing on the surface of the water, with the dark clouds on the top of the sky being pressed down low. He is like a person, fighting against the entire world.

Depressed to the extreme.

The sky was completely dimmed, and when the world fell into darkness, a trace of gloom surged out from the river.

In the middle of the river, something is twisting, the water waves surging, turning into a tornado.

Tens of thousands of black scale lights shook off from the tornado, and the river waves were rising and falling, sometimes piled up like high buildings, sometimes sinking into a trough. So the tens of thousands of scale lights rose and fell with the waves, pressing into blades, bursting out with sharp sounds.

Cut the fog in the fog river and swallow everything.

Ning Yi stared calmly at the huge waves coming in front of him.

In this Mengshan world, he lost his starlight, divinity, and everything, just a mundane body.

All you have is just a sword in your hand.

Yu Qingshui widened his eyes and saw Ning Yi take a step forward.

The man who was standing at the end of the fog river wharf should have fallen into the bottom of the river after one step, but he steadily stepped on the water surface... What a disobedient thing?

After only one step, Ning Yi started running.

A ball of black shirt was like ink, breaking free from the wind, and was flooded by the waves in an instant, and then rushed out of the waves. The rolling river tide came to the face. The man walked on the river, his momentum was like thunder rising from the ground, rising higher and moving forward.

Before he could draw his sword, he held Xiaoxue tightly with both hands, leaned forward slightly, and hung in front of him, and the sword edge seemed to be "striking" on the river that was rushing towards him.

A huge wave hit him down.
To be continued...