Ning Ji was so fashionable and focused on forcing out his death energy.

His spiritual consciousness sank into Zifu, and he was completely unaware of the outside world.

Life and death are in conflict among ghosts and monsters. The way he practices swordsmanship is the way of flickering light and dust. It is opposite to the death realm of ghosts and monsters, so he is the most restrained. At this moment, he has to concentrate on it.

Su Fengyan's hand was already attached to the surface, and it was just a little bit close to being able to be peeled off.

Kong Ling held his breath and stared at the hands, and saw Su Fengyan slowly tightening his hands.

The cold ghost mask made Su Fengyan's fingertips feel slightly cold.

He stared at Ning Ji, and after hesitating for a moment, he slowly revealed the ghost face.

The face under the mask suddenly came into view.

What made Su Fengyan's eyes freeze was the pale color of her lips.

When Ning Ji forced out his death energy, there were slight drops of water on his forehead, which ran along the corners of his forehead and into Crow Feather's temples.

The faint sunlight fell down among the ghosts and shone on that person's face.

——That is a very beautiful face.

The eyebrows are shaved coldly and the jawline is sharp.

Just like the snow on the top of Kunlun Mountains, although it is cold, it is extremely lonely and beautiful.

The temples gradually became wet, Ning Ji's Adam's apple rolled up and down twice, and his long eyelashes cast shadows.

In the gloomy silence, the white clothes suddenly made the sky light up.

Kong Ling opened his eyes wide and stared at Ning Ji without blinking. He felt that this man's divine appearance was even more beautiful than what he had seen at a glance that night.

When Ning Ji reached the critical moment, he tightened his grip and his snowy neck became slightly tighter.

Kong Ling raised his head and his heart skipped a beat.

Su Fengyan held the mask and looked at that face not knowing what he was thinking.

He only watched Ning Ji force out his death breath, but in his mind he remembered the scene between him and Chu Jinxiao. At that time, was that gesture offensive or...conniving?

The mask was cold and chilly, causing Su Fengyan to frown.

Due to the movement of spiritual power, Ning Ji's originally pale lips gradually turned redder.

Just a little bit worse.

Just a little bit different from the red color that night.

He suddenly tightened his hand, and even he didn't know why, and his heart beat a little faster.

The daylight gradually fades away.

Su Fengyan stood there and stared for a long time, feeling that the lifeless energy on his fingertips was gradually becoming transparent, and his five senses were about to recover. The mask he had just taken off was restored again.

Before Ning Ji woke up, he turned around and left.

Ning Ji's spiritual consciousness sank into Zifu, but he never noticed it.

It wasn't until Su Fengyan left that Kong Ling climbed out of the Qiankun Bag.

His eyes were still on Ning Ji's face just now, and he felt that his eyes were being attracted.

Monsters like good colors, and peacocks are the best among them.

Kong Ling originally thought that no matter how beautiful a person is, the second glance will never be as stunning as the first, but he didn't expect that Ning Ji could really look so good.

No matter how many times I look at that face, my mind always goes blank.

As he watched, he saw the last trace of death force being forced out.

Ning Ji's long eyelashes trembled.

It's a pity that I could only take a peek just now. This thought suddenly came to Kong Ling's mind.

I can't help but feel a little regretful.

However, when he glanced at Ning Ji's face from the corner of his eye, he knew that he was going to wake up at any moment. After hesitating, he had to hide it back in the Qiankun Bag first.

We'll talk about the rest later. The most important thing now is that Ning Ji doesn't catch him peeking.

After a while of burning incense, Ning Ji paused with his fingertips and slowly opened his eyes.

The previously accumulated death energy was forced out by the sword energy, and he was now extremely exhausted.

Fortunately, it's not night yet, so I can rest for a while.

He looked around, and after seeing that another day had passed, he looked away.

…

The dragon scale outside Fengdu City never responded, so Chu Jinxiao thought that the master was fine.

He had been exhausted from running for the past few days, and his eyes were already bloodshot. After getting rid of the pursuit, he half-knelt on the ground and took a breath.

Chu Jinxiao's sword-holding hand was full of scars.

He pursed his lips, and after he calmed down a bit, he took out a jade pendant from his arms.

That was given to him by Master.

He held the jade pendant and seemed to think of his master for a moment.

Not knowing what he was doing now, Chu Jinxiao's brows relaxed a little.

When the blood dripped on the jade pendant, he carefully tore off the fabric from his clothes and wiped it clean.

Just hold on a little longer.

Stick to it.

You can be with Master.

This thought flashed in his mind, and the white bones on Chu Jinxiao's fingers were clearly visible.

He wiped the blood off his face and slowly opened his eyes.

There are a thousand dragon souls in the Dragon Abyss, among which there are a hundred that are Nascent Soul and above.

Chu Jinxiao had been hunting dragon souls in the Dan Formation stage these days. Today, he faced those dragon souls in the Nascent Soul stage.

Nascent Soul Formation Pill, the difference between the two words is worlds apart.

The reason why Chu Jinxiao was able to use his alchemy cultivation to deal with Yuanying monks before was just because he was from the dragon clan.

But now that the people in Longyuan are all dragons, his identity does not have an advantage. Now he can only fight with all his strength.

Chu Jinxiao put the jade pendant back and slowly tightened his grip on the sword.

After a stick of incense.

Chu Jinxiao was knocked to the ground, and the sharp dragon claws came towards his heart. He rolled to the side holding the sword and vomited blood.

"You can't defeat us." The voice of the dragon soul appeared in my ears.

Chu Jinxiao held on to his sword tightly, then listened to the voice and continued: "But you still have two choices now."

"Either we die or we share this body."

"You know, all the dragons in this dragon abyss want this skin."

"If you can't protect it, it's better for us to share it."

The voice in my ears was hoarse and noisy, as if countless people were talking.

It was the dragon soul that was disturbing his mind.

Chu Jinxiao tightened his grip on the sword and felt a splitting headache. The blood on his hand dripped down the sword and into the ground, slowly seeping into it.

The voice got louder and louder, exploding in my mind.

As long as we share our body, we can survive.

My throat seemed to be strangled by invisible hands, tightening little by little.

Chu Jinxiao gritted his teeth and held on, his mind going blank.

Death was so close to him for the first time, and his bones were heavily trampled to pieces. As the hand in the air tightened, Chu Jinxiao's eyes seemed to be torn apart.

"We are in the same body, it doesn't matter."

"We are one person from now on."

The voice was still cruelly beguiling.

The expression of the soul body was invisible, and the giant dragon was circling, looking at Chu Jinxiao like it was teasing a small insect.

"You still have a master, right?"

"I will work with you to honor him." He smiled maliciously.

The next moment, I saw the man holding the sword in his hand.

The master's name is Chu Jinxiao and he suddenly wakes up.
To be continued...