The heart-devouring spell had been personally experienced in Zhenao Mansion the day before yesterday, but this time the momentum was far beyond what Shen Tu Li could match.

Mu Yun only felt that the words pierced his ears, the sound gnawed at his heart, and the echoes were echoed on top of each other, and the pressure from all sides made him feel like a boil all over his body.

However, when he heard the third word "An", it was no longer difficult to resist the magic sound, the blood in Mu Yun's ears and nose overflowed, and then he saw that Yu Bingru's eyes had already closed, and he was shaking like a leaf in the wind.

Mu Yun wanted to step forward to help, but he couldn't do it, and in despair, he suddenly heard a solemn chant coming: "Nan Wusa murmured." The three bodhisattvas. Murmuring. Nephew him. Twist the subject. Quasi-mention. Su Po He. ”

The chant is as straight as the heavenly Buddha crossing the world, and the universal rain descends, and the breath of compassion and harmony dispels the boundless anger of the demon sound of seeking life.

Mu Yun was clear-minded, and hurriedly stepped forward to hug Yu Bingru, the magic sound chant had been deaf, and there was only affection left in the eyes.

The moment the sun shone brightly, but when he heard Shen Xiong's steps approaching, the voice of all things said in a deep voice: "The wind and clouds will meet here, and the seven swords of Shenzhou should be the battle." ”

Di Cangqiong stood with his hands in his hands, and sighed lightly: "You and I should both know that the name of the so-called Seven Swords of Shenzhou is just deliberately done by someone with a heart, so isn't it foolish that those who are willing to join the palace?" ”

There was silence for a moment, but he heard a cold snort: "Now that the wind and clouds have been played, only the head of the seven swords can peek through the mystery and find out, and this seat should not let go." ”

Di Cangqiong's face showed a look of compassion, and he said with a lot of sorrow: "The world is stupid and self-trapped, and those who are as good as the Sword Emperor of the Western Frontier have also fallen into it, which is really sad." ”

The voice fell, only the three-foot Qingfeng reflected the sun, and the voice of Yu Zhenjin was as sharp as a sword, but it was as vast as the skylight: "Sad or not, there is a success or failure to judge, this seat will pave the way with the sky today, casting my heroic road." ”

The Sword Pavilion in Pingliang City has been closed since the birthday banquet, and every household has been immersed in the cheerful atmosphere of the approaching New Year's Festival, but there is a faint hint of decadence and desertion here.

Xing Zhenliang, the owner of the museum, has always been righteous and squandering money, and the name of benevolence is far and wide, so during this time, many enthusiastic people in the rivers and lakes and even in the market have come to inquire. It's a pity that they all ate the closed door without exception, and only got a polite reply: "The owner of the hall is sick, and he looks at Haihan." ”

At dawn, I saw a figure dressed as a maid kneeling upright outside the door of Xing Zhenliang's room, with immature arms holding a mahogany tray high, carrying a covered bowl, and a trace of heat came out of it.

After all, the little girl is young and weak, and she looks like she has knelt a little, and her sweat beads are mixed with tears, and she has already beaten her tender face to the ground. But she still endured her grief, and prayed in a loud voice: "Master, it's all the fault of embroidery, you can beat me, scold me, and chase me, but please drink the medicine first." ”

Seeing that there was still no response from the door, the little girl embroidered and embroidered no longer anymore, and the emotions of sadness, fear, grievance, and self-blame hit together, and the little body shook twice, and murmured: "Miss...... Embroidery can't stand you, only the afterlife...... The afterlife will be rewarded. ”

After that, I saw Xiuxiu carefully put down the tray, and then stood up with difficulty, wiped her tears and said sadly: "Master, Xiuxiu knows that he is guilty, and this life will be returned to the Sword Pavilion today. ”

As he spoke, tears rained down, and Xiuxiu gritted his teeth and slammed into the nearby stone table, and suddenly there was a loud bang in his head, but he was still wondering before he was confused, how did this black and white impermanence come so quickly?

A low cough finally came from the silent room, and a slightly tired voice whispered, "It's finally you here." ”

There was a slight silence in the courtyard, and then only a sigh was heard: "Who is qualified to come besides me?" ”

The voice fell, the door opened, and the person who came had already stepped into Xing Zhenliang's room. But seeing that he was wearing a pitch-black burqa, covered with a hood of the same color, and even wearing black gloves on his hands, he seemed to be very dark and mysterious.

I saw Xing Zhenliang sitting upright on the couch, and there was no appearance of being sick at all, so the visitor bowed his head slightly and said: "You are really fine, but it's a pity that such a loyal servant thinks about you, how can you bear to watch her die?" ”

Xing Zhenliang looked at the sky with his eyes, and said with obvious hesitation: "That unfilial girl made up her mind to elope with a wild man, and instructed this cheap maid to disturb my peace all day long. ”

The visitor was silent for a while, lowered his head and coughed: "I solemnly apologize to you for the matter of Xian Yu, if it weren't for the official's excessive behavior, she shouldn't be like this." ”

Xing Zhenliang's expression darkened, he closed his eyes and sighed: "That girl was originally an official, but she ...... Well, what do you mean here, but it doesn't hurt to say it. ”

The visitor raised his head and said softly: "My old friend's question has confused me, could it be that you have forgotten your mission?" ”

Xing Zhenliang shook his head slowly and said: "Of course I won't forget, but the time is not coming, even if I have a heart, it is in vain." ”

The person who came seemed to be stagnant, and said with a frown: "Kunlun Xuantie, Tianshan Cold Forging, Senluo Crystal and Fire Sea Flame are all ready, and the person who can cooperate with you is in the world at this time, this is exactly the meaning of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths to bless our clan, but you are an old friend, but you shirk the time of the day, isn't this suspicious?" ”

Xing Zhenliang said suddenly: "Since you don't believe me, why bother to make a lot of plans?" If there is a capable person in the shrine to take my place, I am naturally willing to let Xian and old friends return to the national department as they are. ”

The sonorous words were loud, and the comer was speechless for a while, and after a while, Fang smiled bitterly: "That's it, since my old friend has made up his mind, I will give Ming Guoshi and then make every effort to plan for you." ”

Xing Zhenliang's face was a little pale, but he sighed and said: "Even though the national division has unpredictable abilities, how can the time of heaven be beyond the reach of manpower?" If the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths really protect our people, I will resolutely fulfill my mission. ”

The visitor smiled deeply and said: "This matter is not bothered, old friends just need to prepare with peace of mind, and the national secretary will find time for you." Scold...... Since my people have stood against the sky, what can I do when the time comes? ”

Xing Zhenliang raised his eyebrows, and said lightly for a while: "What my old friend said is right, since our clan has stood against the sky, we should have the will to be the enemy of the sky. ”

Hedong Taihang, on the top of the residual wind, two figures stand outstanding.

At the moment of sunrise, the light was shining all over the place, and I only heard a soft sigh: "Is it too early to choose to join the WTO in this bureau?" ”

After a slight pause, he heard Qingya's voice say leisurely: "The dark clouds in the western Xinjiang have risen, don't move at this time, when will you stay?" ”

After hesitating for a moment, he finally smiled and said, "Since this is the case, it depends on whether the Mandate of Heaven favors me to seal the territory with my sword." ”

A touch of confidence crossed the peerless face, and only Yu Qingyan Long groaned: "Who is the male lord of the Eight Desolations, and can you dare to be the enemy of the sky?" ”