The five Lin Chong people who were selected as contractors by the high-level monsters formed an equal contract with the five monsters after a panic. Five mercury-colored light pillars rose from the ground and exploded into flowers in the deep night.
The crescent moon slowly emerged, the darkness of midnight, and the ancient atmosphere spread throughout the Onibuchi Mountains.
The five men, including Lin Chong, were envied by the other members of the Xingtian team and levitated from the silver light beam. The fallen leaves were colorful and the scenery was desolate, as if they had returned to the ancient battlefield, the desert wind, and the winter snow.
Lin Chong opened his mouth and spit out blood essence, which was embedded in the eyebrows of the enchanting beauty. The sound of souls shook the mountains and rivers. The two souls of one person and one beast formed an indescribable bond.
I will exchange your blood for my soul. From now on, we will fight side by side, life and death -
A voice that seemed to come from ancient times sounded in everyone's silent minds, and their spirits were shaken.
The contract aperture formed on the ground, complex and obscure runes flowed slowly, and straight lines intertwined with ancient Greek formations.
After a long time, five magical beasts got into the men's brows and lodged in their bodies. The brilliance disappeared and the five people fell to the ground, as if they were reborn, with majestic momentum and spring light on their faces.
The green-maned unicorn from Lin Chong's collar crawled out, revealing a head with pitifully misty eyes.
Seemingly knowing that his master had contracted another magical beast, the green-maned unicorn felt that he was about to be abandoned.
Lin Chong smiled heartily, then raised his generous palm and rubbed the green-maned unicorn's head. The green-maned unicorn hung in Kong's heart before he put it down.
Looking at the scene before her, Qing Ge nodded.
Although the process was a bit bumpy, fortunately everything went as she imagined and the plan and development were not derailed.
However——
When Qingge eradicated all the dark elements from the bodies of the five monsters, in this continent, in a place of boundless darkness, a king-like figure sat lonely on a golden chair, with a handsome white face and slightly closed eyes.
, with exquisite facial features and perfect contours, like the most perfect handicraft in the hands of God, without any flaws.
Finally, he opened his eyes, and his dark green eyes stared at the scene like a poisonous scorpion through the dark space. As the dark green eyes moved, he seemed to see a certain mountain range, with a white-haired girl controlling the snow.
The power of the spirit bead can cure all evil in the world.
An expression suddenly appeared on the man's cold face, and a smile filled his entire face, but it did not spread to his eyes.
As red as blood, his thin lips parted slightly, and the man smiled slightly, "Little guy, I'm looking forward to your next performance."
"Don't let me down, otherwise, you will die."
"..."
The wind whimpered, like weeping or complaining.
There seems to be a lonely woman singing at the head of the river, and the song ends and everyone disperses. No one knows how cold the tea is.
Until late at night.
Oniyuan Mountains.
There are too many dark elements in the body of Warcraft, and they are too strong. Using the Snow Spirit Pearl to cure it will not only consume a lot of Qingge's spiritual power, but also consume Qingge's heart. After all, the Snow Spirit Pearl is placed in Qingge's heart.
It is precisely because of this that Qingge was able to control part of the power of the Snow Lingzhu in a short period of time.
Eliminating six monsters in one day is basically her limit.
Therefore, Qingge did not go further into the depths at night. Instead, he set up a bonfire in the forest to keep out the cold, ate the dry food stored in the space bag, and the high-level monsters headed by Wuyou kept vigil outside.
"Qingcheng, let's play a song."
Qingge held a jar and drank heart-broken wine, her eyes were blurry with drunkenness, she tilted her head and smiled at Ye Qingcheng, revealing her snow-white teeth.
Ye Qingcheng was sitting cross-legged not far away. When she heard the sound, she glanced at Qingge, then picked up the piano beside her and propped it on her legs. Her slender white fingers teased the stringless piano bones.
The clanging sound of the piano seems to come from the sky, like spring water flowing down a waterfall, miserable and sad, and the low and sweet sound is like a homeless ghost wailing to the sky, like wine brewed from bone marrow,
Let's get drunk without thinking about the future.
Confused people are lost in thousands of roads.
No one can find a home.
Suddenly, the entire Guiyuan Mountains were filled with a sad atmosphere.
The members of the Xingtian team, all burly men, had tears in their eyes at this moment. They seemed to be remembering unknown stories and missing their relatives at home. They turned their heads, widened their eyes, and looked at Bai Yue stubbornly.
, Niu drinks strong wine, burning through his throat and abdomen like fire, and he doesn't know how sad he feels.
Even the monsters are feeling melancholy.
Wuyou stood not far away, his slutty red pants became the most gorgeous scenery in the night, and a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Looking carefully, it was just that the loneliness of ten thousand years could not last forever.
"Woman, give me wine." Fu Xi stood in front of Qing Ge, stretched out her hand, and said seriously.
Qing Ge was stunned for a long time, laughed, and then took out a jar of heart-broken wine from the realm of nothingness and handed it to Fu Xi. Fu Xi held the wine and drank, but most of it was poured on his face.
Those delicate and tender eyebrows are washed until they are flawless.
Qingge was lying on the grass, with her elbows on the ground and her head supported by her jade fingers. Her clean white hair was scattered on the ground like algae. On her stunning face, between her eyebrows, there was a touch of enchanting blue flame.
The woman's other hand held a wine jar, and she took a sip from time to time.
Listening to the sound of Fuxi's harp, she thought of all kinds of past events, all of which were her bloody past.
Suddenly, Qingge used her spiritual energy to support herself and stood up straight. She pulled out the Mingwang Sword stuck in the ground and jumped into the lake next to her.
The willow trees clinging to the lake are sparkling, and behind the shore, the mountains are lost in the enchanting night.
Everyone looked at the lake with several ripples in surprise. Although they knew that Qing Ge would not die in this lake, it was still the Guiyuan Mountains that was full of dangers. It would be a lie to say that they were not worried.
Ye Qingcheng froze and stared at the lake, her cold eyes full of worry.
Wow——
A graceful figure rushed out of the water. The man stepped on the water without leaving a trace, his steps were graceful, and he held a black knife in his hand and danced on the lake.
Ye Qingcheng smiled.
The sound of the piano rises high, and enemies are approaching from all sides. They are pressing every step of the way, and life and death are at stake.
A woman dancing on the lake with white hair like snow jumped into the air, her legs straightened, and then closed together. The knife in her hand was ready to go, and she stabbed out of the air. It seemed like thousands of troops were buried in the lake.
That awe-inspiring murderous aura and unparalleled figure can be called an eternal masterpiece.
Ye Qingcheng stirred quickly with her fingers, and saw shadows streaking across the bones of the piano, and the sound of the piano became faster and faster, mesmerizingly.
Under the faint voice, everyone looked at the figure dancing all over the city. The sword energy was like a rainbow, one after another, and the speed was extremely fast. It seemed that the country was ruined and the family was destroyed, and it seemed that it was unable to survive.
For a long time, the sound of the piano in the city at night was as quiet as the wind, as if the spring scene was full of vitality, all things were full of vitality, and the country was peaceful and the people were peaceful.
The figures on the lake and their sword-wielding gestures also gradually slowed down.
Ye Qingcheng sat under the bodhi tree, staring at the figure in the distance. When her red lips were slightly opened, the sound of the piano murmured, "The jianjia is green, the white dew is frost; the so-called love is on the side of the water."
The sound of the piano sends each other off, and the jianjia dances flourish.