The narrow world, the closed and dull space, a little cold light came out from the thick and dark night.
Qingge sat cross-legged on the ground. Above the ceiling, twisted ghosts gathered together and turned into blue swords. They were thunderous and unstoppable, and they stabbed towards Qingge like a raging wave.
Qingge's eyes were slightly closed, her white hair stood up in the cold light, and her palm-like face, her delicate facial features shone with a jade-white sheen.
Under the strangulation of spiritual power, the soft ghosts seemed to be crushed into powder. The ghosts with ferocious faces opened their sharp mouths and seemed to be roaring miserably.
There was a loud sound, like thunder and lightning, heavy rain and strong wind.
The spiritual power in Qingge Tianlinggailei's nest has been solidified in battle after battle. After being forged, it seems to be even more powerful.
However, the dark blue lightning in the lightning rod was chirping, the sound was getting louder and louder, and there were more and more electric wires.
Qingge's eyes suddenly opened, they were as green as snakes and scorpions, and in the deepest part of the pupils, dark blue lightnings piled up like knotted spider webs.
Cold sweat overflowed on his plump forehead, and he sang softly to the thousands of pores on his body, dripping with sweat.
The spiritual power in Lei Chao is becoming increasingly depleted, and the spiritual power that Qing Ge attacks with his thoughts becomes increasingly weak.
Despite this, Qingge was surprised to find that her thoughts were becoming more and more firm, and her five senses were extremely clear.
For example, before this, Qingge's spiritual power could only attack things and objects within ten steps, but now the distance has at least doubled.
Not only that, the same spiritual power is now even stronger.
Until the Thunder Nest was empty and his spiritual power was in shock.
Qing Ge was dizzy and in pain, her spirit and thoughts were closely related to her body and soul.
At this time, ghosts entwined with will-o'-the-wisps and naked and bloody women walking out of the ice coffin surrounded Qing Ge.
The ghost screamed like a mosquito or fly, and the piercing sound made Qing Ge feel as if she was dead or alive. The beauty's slender hands touched her body, and with a squeaking sound, her dark robe was torn apart.
Countless beauties with only the whites of their eyes were piled together, their smooth and fair bodies were covered with cracked scars, and under the cold light, the blood was shocking.
All around, there are many bloody beauties coming and going.
A pair of hands rushed to caress Qing Ge.
Qingge's green eyes were full of color, as cold as snow. She tightened her grip on the Mingwang Sword in her hand, revealing her evil aura. Between her brows, there was no trace of light sadness, and a touch of snow lotus flower, so charming.
The long wind in the dark night danced, and she suddenly stood up, holding a sword that broke through the air in her hand, and the evil energy spread out in all directions like a hurricane.
When the bodies of the ghosts and bloody beauties were all devoured, devoured, and twisted by the evil spirit, the echoes of the ghosts' screams stimulated Qing Ge's eardrums and head.
However, the ghost's cry actually caused ripples in the spiritual power in the Thunder Nest.
The Thunder Nest, which had been exhausted for a long time, actually surged out a few strands of spiritual power out of thin air at this moment.
Qingge was surprised. When another wave of ghosts came towards her, she used the remaining spiritual power in the thunder nest to crush the bodies of the ghosts. The ghosts' cries before they died caused the empty thunder nest to flow out again.
Spiritual power.
And deep within the demonic barrier, the ghost appears again.
Qing Ge is like a crazy swordsman, standing on the top of the mountains, waving the sharp blade in his hand.
Over and over again, she desperately exhausted the Thunder Nest again and again, using this extreme method to forge her spiritual power.
As for the beauties in the ice coffins who are constantly fighting to the death, Qingge is doing two things.
Or use the power of the spirit to shatter the ghost, use the voice of the ghost to stimulate the regeneration of the spirit power, or use the frozen water to freeze the beauties, and then use the second realm of the five elements of fire, the moon fire, to burn them to ashes.
In this way, Qing Ge's spiritual power has not only been forged, but he has also become more comfortable with the use of frozen water and moon flames. It can be said that he kills two birds with one stone.
It's just that coming like this has done a lot of damage to Qingge's spirit. I'm afraid that if she's not careful, her brain will collapse.
Seeing such crazy singing, the nightmare in her body was shocked for a while before helplessly shaking her head.
He has never seen such a girl, with a snake-like heart, cruel to others, and even crueler to herself.
She built a ten thousand-foot staircase with her own flesh and blood, and then walked up to the nine-layered palace step by step. Standing at the top, she looked down and looked down at the world.
Pfft——
A mouthful of blood spurted out.
The greenness in Qingge's eyes became more and more intense, like a ghost, a beauty, like a maggot in the tarsus, he would never give up even if he took her life.
Qing Ge continues to build up her mental strength, and she also knows when enough is enough. If she continues like this, her spirit will really collapse.
She was holding the Mingwang Sword, and her delicate body dripping with sweat was as light as a swallow, rising and falling in the air, wandering among ghosts and beauties.
Where the long knife pointed, the knife penetrated dozens of ghosts. As the evil energy surged, the bloody beauties were completely swallowed up, without even a chance to scream.
That cold light is getting farther and farther away.
Qingge held the Mingwang Sword and ran wildly in the dark night, flying towards the cold light. Her legs seemed to be dying, and gusts of cold wind blew up as she moved quickly.
The ghost, the beauty, follows closely behind her.
Finally, Qingge came into the cold light.
However, the ghost cannot touch the cold light and melts when touched.
The beauty did not dare to approach the cold light, quietly retreated, walked obediently into the ice coffin in the dark, and lay down like a puppet-like corpse.
Qingge stuck the Mingwang Sword on the ground, and hung her body weakly, gasping for air. Suddenly, her breathing stopped suddenly, and Qingge looked at the ground illuminated by the cold light in shock.
It's like a layer of glass under your feet, with floating light and mottled reflections. The flowing cold light is reflected on the glass floor, and crystal-like light and fire are flowing away.
Qingge could clearly see the glass floor radiating images.
The first one was Xue Ling'er. In the darkness, Xue Ling'er was wary of the surroundings and cautiously explored forward. When the ghost appeared, Xue Ling'er held the sword and moved it one move at a time. The ghost was in this sword.
Down, there is no way to survive.
The scene transition is like smoke coming from blue.
Lan Shengyan leaned against a dragon pillar, looking like a man of unparalleled elegance in the painting. He took out the blue jade Xiao pinned to his waist, put it to his thin lips, and blew it gently.
The high mountains and flowing water are clanking, big and small beads falling on the jade plate, like the sound of nature, the clearer and more saddening it is.
The ghost seems to be intoxicated and obsessed with hope.
Under such low sounds, the bloody beauty in the ice coffin covered her face in silent pain. Tears flowed into the cracked larvae scars on her face, and her body spread out automatically, becoming a fluorescent light in the dark night.
The soft song shook her jaw. She had never thought that Lan Shengyan's Xiao could be so powerful.
This reminded her of Fu Xiqin in Ye Qingcheng, the woman who almost had her hands disabled playing the piano for her.
Qingge's hand on Mingwang's sword was slightly clenched. After the ice valley, there was the far north.
She must see the appearance of the Northern God of Music.
Xing Tumi appeared in the picture of the soles of the feet and the glass.
On the other side of the night, where Xing Tumi walked, it looked like a mandala in full bloom.
Moisturizing things silently, flowers blooming.
The ghost wanted to restrain Xing Tumi, but the mandala behind Xing Tumi, like the hand of death, trapped the ghost.
She wore a cold mask, stood with her hands behind her hands, and walked gracefully and dignifiedly on this thorny road.