The sword energy is destroyed and destroyed.

A wall of Lanruo Temple collapsed, and the ancient tree hit by the sword energy was shattered by the sword energy, and it flew away in a torrential way. The strong wind blew, and it became completely nothingness.

What a ghost.

What a cry?

Under the sword energy of the sword holder, they are just ridiculous jokes.

The body of "grandma" is still floating in the air, and the big red robe sways in the wind.

His eyes were moving downwards in a daze, and he saw most of his body being pierced through. The strong wind blew, the blood at the entrance was blurred, the sword energy was burning, and the blood ignited the fire of nothingness...

This sword not only destroyed his physical body that had been practicing for many years, but also cut off his connection with the Thousand Buddhas... The power of "eternal life" could not be transmitted, and he looked at the broken arm in dismay.

There was a strong wind in front of me.

Ning Yi instantly appeared in front of "grandma". He cut off the remaining arm with one sword, waved his sleeves and hugged the cold red gauze woman's body, and said mutely: "I'll give you the last journey."

Grandma's pupils contracted.

A cloud of blood mist bloomed above Lanruo Temple, and the human-shaped body of the old monster was beaten to pieces.

...

...

Ning Yi landed slowly and came to Fu Qingfeng.

The woman in red gaunt lying on the ground had a pale expression and barely supported her hands. The pain in her body not only did not decrease, but became stronger... Fu Qingfeng raised his head and glanced at the direction of the pagoda. His heart seemed to be pinched.

Ning Yi held the red gauze body and squatted down. He said softly: "It's okay..."

Fu Qingfeng just smiled.

"Ningchen...Mr. Ning..."

"I'm so cold... so cold..."

Ning Yi pursed his lips and shook his head. He put down the body of "Fu Qingfeng", put the "Wen Yuqu" on the palm of one hand, gently lifted Fu Qingfeng's neck, and with the other hand, he raised a finger and placed it in front of her lips, indicating that she should not speak.

After doing these, Ning Yi's original intention was to hope that Fu Qingfeng would feel better.

But when Ning Yi touched Fu Qingfeng's skin with his fingertips, he knew that he was wrong, and that was a big mistake... The temperature on her body was even colder than the heavy snow in the cold winter. Even if Ning Yi ignited the starlight, the Vajra's body felt the bone-to-bone cold.

Ning Yi's fingertips were soon covered with a layer of green frost.

He was stunned, his eyes a little confused.

This is...why?

He unsheathed his sword, clearly killing the old tree demon and regaining Fu Qingfeng's body. Why is this still happening?

"Grandma... is very cunning... his body is in the pagoda." Fu Qingfeng looked sad, pointed to the direction of the pagoda, then lowered his head, glanced at the red gauze body lying on the ground, and said weakly: "Ning Chen... this is not my body."

Ning Yi's hair was wet with the rain and fell down.

He breathed heavily, looked down at the "Fu Qingfeng" he saved... the red gauze body was not real, the spirit-formed tree demon was extremely deceitful and had never told a truth.

If you really use a drop of blood to exchange for it, you will not be able to exchange it for your true body.

Ning Yi followed Fu Qingfeng's gaze and looked at the pagoda.

"Are you in the pagoda?" Ning Yi took a deep breath, his expression gloomy.

"Wait for me." He was about to get up and said in a cold tone: "I will help you get your body back after pushing this tower."

"No……"

Fu Qingfeng shook his head, plucked up, and smiled and said, "No need...Mr. Ning, I want to... say a few words to you..."

Lanruo Temple calmed down, and the heavy rain and thunder in the dome rested again after Ning Yi's sword. The fallen leaves and dead flowers that were spinning in the mud pit reflected the shadows of two people who were snuggling up.

The temple has always been quiet.

But today's quiet is different, the sound of wind, rain, fallen leaves are gradually left behind.

The woman with a smaller aura stretched out her hand and wanted to touch "Ning Yi", hanging in the air and not moving forward any more.

The two of them were very close, but not ambiguous. The moment this action appeared, Fu Qingfeng realized that something was wrong... She suddenly thought of something and said anxiously: "I have something...I want to tell you."

Ning Yi noticed Fu Qingfeng's slight movements.

He said calmly: "You said, I'm listening."

Ning Yi shared a touch of his mind.

The talisman at the fingertips is emitting a gentle temperature, trying its best to dispel the chill of "Fu Qingfeng".

A storm.

Blocked outside by sword energy.

This is why everything around is so quiet.

His soul spread out, covering the entire Thousand Buddha pagoda. The scriptures and talismans of the Dragon Sutra flowed in his mind... He wanted to find the physical body of "Fu Qingfeng" and also found the shelter of "grandma".

"I... am not a big family..." Fu Qingfeng's eyes were dark, and she spoke very slowly, and the sound in her throat was already extremely difficult, and she said: "Ning Chen... I didn't lie to you..."

Ning Yi took a deep breath and said, "I have read that letter."

Fu Qingfeng was stunned.

"I know everything." Ning Yi's voice was filled with a hint of apology. He was able to find this because of the "sachet" he gave him. He is now an invincible monk under the tenth realm of the Great Sui Dynasty. He pretended to be a scholar, but in fact he deceived her.

Fu Qingfeng was stunned.

She looked at those eyes that had never been so close.

In those eyes, there was no scholarly spirit.

But the sharp sword energy.

In the graveyard forest... the "Ningchen" she saw was a thin scholar without any power, and a scholar who could say "those who know me are worried about me, and those who don't know me say what I want", and occasionally heart-wrenching.

It is not the "stranger" who has a very high level of cultivation in front of him who can collapse the ancient temple with one sword.

Ning Yi's voice was extremely light, and he also felt a little painful, and he said hoarsely: "I'm sorry. These are all fake."

Fu Qingfeng stared at this gentle handsome face in a daze, and she seemed to see some clues.

The woman smiled and narrowed her eyes and murmured softly.

"Just a few days ago... I met a very beautiful scholar named Ning Chen. If I were really the daughter of a wealthy family, no matter how strict the family rules were, I would definitely escape and accompany him to see the outside world..."

She shook her head and said, "It's a pity... I was born in this Lanruo Temple... I never had the fate."

Fu Qingfeng clenched Ning Yi's sleeves.

She asked with a smile on her face and a very soft voice.

"Mr. Ning, why is life so painful?"

There is no time to answer.

The woman in Ning Yi's arms, which had just raised, splashed mud and water, and fell to the ground.

The ghost is weak, and when the wind blows, it looks like a peeling petal on a stamen.

Destiny has always been like this.

Majeure, can not be done.

...

...

Ning Yi remembered Fu Qingfeng's appearance in his mind.

He will never forget this scene.

After a moment.

The young man in black robe frowned and his eyes turned completely cold.

He stood up and stretched out his hand. The ancient temple of worship deep in Lanruo Temple sounded the sound of wind and thunder, and a ray of lightning flashed into his palm in an instant.

The thunder-squeezing knife weapon of the previous "Guhuo".

Ning Yi wiped his two fingers, wiped the thunder of the knife tool cleanly, and turned it into a mortal sword.

Another finger is pressed on the center of the eyebrows.

The white bone plain, the divine pond tumbling.

Visualize the magnificent soul of the ancient scroll forcibly condenses the soul of "Fu Qingfeng" that has not yet completely dissipated, and slowly injects it into this knife weapon.

This knife was stained with a trace of blood from Fu Qingfeng, and it was very suitable as a container at this moment.

Ning Yi looked at the towering pagoda separated by a wall.

The ending of all this... has not yet been settled.

If Fu Qingfeng's body is in the pagoda, there may be a glimmer of vitality.
To be continued...