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When will the demons come? This is a sharp blade hanging above the head, which may fall at any time. It grabs the mind about the unknown confusion and fear, and even Xiaobai is a little nervous. It was cold for a moment, and no one spoke, thinking about his own thoughts. Only Chu Ge's breathing was tight and slow, reminding them that nothing was settled.

Xiaobai sighed, and stopped talking, paused, and sighed again. The Rakshasa girl couldn't help laughing. She had never seen Xiaobai feel so embarrassed. She was about to stab her, but suddenly her feet were shaken. The earth was shaking, and the mountains were shaking. The young trees of fortune spread out, spreading their branches and leaves, and the white light spreading everywhere. The vitality continued to expand outward, shaking the Kunlun veins, leaping mountains and mountains, and steadily steadily. In an instant, the stone beams and rocks returned to the past, with lush forests and towering ancient trees.

Xiaobai stood up suddenly, and the demon clouds rolled under his feet, holding her body rising slowly. He looked around and saw that wherever he saw the vitality was everywhere. The sand of time rolled away like a tide, and the turbulent flow in the void was circling wildly.

Is it a blessing or a disaster? She can't grasp it correctly, one will bring joy and the other will bring worry.

In the turbulent flow, Zhou Ji slowly opened his eyes and exhaled a long breath of turbid air. When the five-colored divine light sickle was stamped into the seventy-two marks, a sudden change occurred, and an irresistible huge force emerged out of thin air, pushing him into a sky of hundreds of feet high. The divine light grew rapidly, rolling up the sand of the big buns of time, and grinding it slightly, the power of time collapsed and turned into a turbulent turbulent stream. The pure vitality poured into the body like a long river flowing.

Without time to move, the almost dry true energy is full/overflowing, but the vitality is constantly extinguished and forced into it. Zhou Ji widened his eyes, opened his mouth, and opened his nose wings, and every pore is swelling to the limit, but he cannot even discharge a trace of vitality. His mind moved slightly, urging the Zixu One Yuan Gong, and he did not hesitate to squander a large amount of true energy and penetrated the five-colored divine light sickle. With each additional imprint, the five-colored divine light expanded, swept a large amount of time sand into it, grinding away the power of time, and seizing the vitality and injecting it into Zhou Ji's body.

Zhou Ji was like a huge rock rolling down a cliff. He couldn't help but resist and could not resist. He could not help. After a while, his expression of divine light sickle was stamped with one hundred and eighth marks. A clear and sharp roar broke through the clouds and cracked the sky, causing the sand of time to tremble and roll and collapse.

No one has ever spent such a huge amount of true energy to refine the five-colored divine light sickle to such a state. Zhou Ji felt that the back beam was as hot as fire, but the ancient well was not wafting in his heart, and it was cold. He understood the little enlightenment and laughed softly and said to himself: "Besides, the water is not thick, then the big boat is not strong. Cover the cup of water on the Col hall, then the mustard boat is made; put the cup in the glue, and the water is shallow and the boat is big. The wind is not thick, then the big wings are not strong..." The five-colored divine light swept across thousands of feet, the whale swallowed Kun, swept the sand of time into the air, and the breath rose step by step, easily exploring the cave realm and achieving the Yang God.

When he first entered the Yang God, his realm was not stable. Zhou Ji was not in a hurry to swallow the sand of Shi. After pondering for a moment, he brought the five-colored divine light into his body and landed straight on the Chishui Cliff. The sand of Shi was empty, and the young trees of fortune had spare energy to travel, and the land covered by vitality expanded by half. The stone beams and rocks were all restored to the old days. Watching the sun, the bears and the deer Ming San Jing also looked a little bit. Zhou Ji smiled slightly and opened up the world in the future. The flowing stone peak was the blessed land of the cave that existed in the heaven and earth.

He looked at the scenery in the mountains and slowly walked to the Erxiang Hall. Xiaobai, Rakshasa girl, Tianlu, and Guiyun were coming up. Everyone wanted to say something first, but they didn't know how to speak.

Zhou Ji's eyes flew past the four of them, looking at the dying Chu Ge, knowing that when he left, something happened again on the Chishui Cliff.

"What's going on with him?"

Guiyun finally came to his senses, knelt down at his feet, and kowtowed desperately, begging: "I hope the real person will save the master... and save the master..."

"Silence."

Gui Yun was shocked and hurriedly shut up and knelt straight on the ground, a little at a loss. Zhou Ji waved to Xiaobai, who stepped forward a few steps and said the demons before and after the appearance, concise and orderly. Gui Yun nodded repeatedly, thinking that he could not explain it so clearly.

Zhou Ji remained silent until Xiaobai said that the demon abandoned Ding Qiping and turned into a demonic energy and soared into the sky, and then frowned.

He walked to Chu Ge, looked down at him a few times, bent down, reached out and pressed his eyebrows, and said to Guiyun: "The bloodline is exhausted, it is difficult to return, and it is beyond help."

As soon as the real person said, he sentenced his master to death. Gui Yun's ears buzzed, his whole body was sore and weak. After a while, he got up and ran to his master, looking at his old face, withered body, his nose sore, and tears fell down.

Tianlu couldn't help but say, "Take it... nothing can you do?"

"He has survived to this day and has been exhausted. Even without the disaster of the demons, he will not be able to live long."

Tianlu sighed secretly. Although she disliked Chu Ge, he was the mainstay of the Taoist sect after all. When Dongming City was broken, Guan Changzhe slaughtered a lot. If he had not endured humiliation and supported it hard, the Taoist sect would have been destroyed. The misfortune was delayed for thousands of years, but he could not escape. Once Chu Ge died, Gui Yun was left alone. How could he bear this heavy task?

"I wonder when the demon will come?" Xiaobai didn't care about the rise and fall of the Taoist clan. The demon was the biggest concern.

Zhou Ji glanced at her, "Maybe I will never come, maybe I will come tomorrow, who knows!" The soldiers came to block the water and soil, and there were not many people left on the Chishui cliff. Before the arrival of the demon, one more day would be allowed to live, and no one could force him to come. He brushed his sleeves and stepped into the Second Prince Hall, looking for the three girls of Song, Yao and Wei to talk to each other, and talk to the entertainment of the long night.

Xiaobai had a delicate orifice, his eyes turned, and he guessed what he was thinking. At that moment, everyone had dispersed, and they all prepared themselves and looked for a glimmer of hope.

As the days passed day by day, the demons had not arrived yet, Chu Ge finally could not withstand the erosion of time, his blood was exhausted, and his body disappeared. Guiyun used his hands as a hoe and shovel to bury his master next to Tingxue Lu. He cried bitterly, and stayed alone in front of the grave, without turning back to the Second Ceremony Hall.

The threat of the demon is getting closer and closer, and Zhou Ji dared not let himself indulge in the land of gentleness. He wings on his flanks, soaring into the sky, activates the five-colored divine light, and swallows the sand of time. It often goes away for a long time, without any news, leaving three daughters alone to guard the empty room. Even if there is a fasting pill, a Yinxu pill, a purple gold pill, and a Qi pill in the Qiankun replenishes qi and blood, it will not last forever. The youth of the three daughters has passed away, and their life span has been exhausted, and they have passed away one after another. Only Tianlu is left behind in the Two-Prince Hall.

Although Gui Yun was a disciple of the Taoist sect, he was trapped in a corner of Chishui Cliff. His vitality was thin and his cultivation was not enough to improve, and he could not survive the destruction of time. One hundred years, two hundred years, three hundred years, years were the sword of a pig killer. He finally fell to his master's grave. Tianlu couldn't see it, so he buried him and buried him in peace.
Chapter completed!