Qingge opened her eyes and racked her brains to think, but she had no clue.
Although Qingge wants to become stronger quickly, break through the spiritual master, enter another realm, and open the door to a new world, the thirteenth level of innateness is the most basic step in forging bones, blood, and muscles. If the foundation is not laid in the innateness, it will be impossible in the future.
Achievements may come to an end.
Therefore, there is no need to rush.
Qingge was not in a hurry to break through, he absorbed the spiritual energy and concentrated on training. He used the power of the Snow Spirit Pearl to transform the spiritual energy between heaven and earth into pure form in the elixir fire, and then polished his muscles and nerves inch by inch like a raging fire.
Slow work produces careful work.
The important thing is to be serious.
Qingge was concentrating, with cold sweat overflowing on his forehead. His snow-white hair was wet with sweat and stuck to his delicate and smooth neck. Qingge was unmoved, his eyes were closed tightly, he concentrated on looking inside at his internal organs.
Since integrating the Snow Spirit Pearl into her body, there is no dirt in her body, and her cultivation speed has more than doubled.
At night, while Qing Ge was practicing, a big event happened in the Mercenary Association.
Bang!
Ming Qianjue flicked his sleeves and threw out all the porcelain on the table, scattering them scatteredly on the floor, making a crisp sound.
Ming Qianjue gritted his teeth, a ferocious color appeared in his eyes, and his face was quite distorted.
Yu Ji and Mei Niang were kneeling on the left side, their heads lowered in fear, their faces pale.
Ming Qianjue picked up a teapot and smashed it on Mei Niang's forehead, "Ronghua Palace is under your jurisdiction. Now you come to tell me, Mingyou, Huaying is gone? You can't even take care of a sick person, it's useless.
thing!"
Mei Niang's eyes were as calm as water, and she knelt on the ground without saying a word.
The teapot fell down Mei Niang's forehead, and a trace of blood flowed out.
"Master, Mei Niang has neglected her duties. I beg you to punish me."
Ming Qianjue sneered, "Punishment? I'll give you a month to find Mingyou and bring him back, or you'll come to me with your head raised. As for Hua Ying, kill him without mercy. He's just a slave. It's fine if he dies."
minion——
Mei Niang's eyes flickered, she pursed her lips and responded: "Yes."
Yu Ji looked at Ming Qianjue complicatedly. Since the battle in the Western Sea, the dark side of Ming Qianjue's heart seemed to have been intensified to an extreme state.
Northern Moon Dynasty.
When daybreak was about to dawn, Qingge returned to her room to rest after taking a bath. Her tense spirit gradually relaxed, and she fell asleep with caution and precautions.
In the dream, Qingge stood in a dense and vast forest. The strong branches intertwined blocked the sunlight. There seemed to be thick fog all around, and there were cliffs in all directions.
She stood in the middle, at a loss, her eyes as cold as snow.
In the white mist, she saw a misty figure.
Netherworld——
Qingge shouted subconsciously, raised her feet and ran after him.
Stopped suddenly.
Qingge stood on the edge of the steep cliff, her eyes separated from the mist, looking at the figure who jumped into the cliff in amazement.
Qing Ge had a splitting headache, and the scenery in front of her eyes had changed dramatically. The sky was spinning and stars were appearing in front of her eyes.
She sat on her knees, holding the edge of the cliff with both hands, and looked down the cliff. It was so high in the sky that she couldn't see the bottom. There seemed to be only endless mist, spreading crazily like a poisonous barrier.
Qingge's heart was beating extremely fast.
Suddenly, the soil under Qingge's hands loosened, and Qingge fell into it.
The strong wind howled in my ears, and behind the fog, the sun was about to rise in the east.
Her white hair was dancing, fluffy and messy, covering up her pale complexion. As she fell, she looked towards the east, looking at the sun that looked like a fireball.
As if he was about to be shattered to pieces, his arm was suddenly grabbed by someone.
Qingge raised her eyes and saw that it was Mingyou!
"Miss Ye, have you seen that there are so many dirty and dark people under the cliff for you to fall down?"
Mingyou's pale face was like a piece of jade, bloodless.
A breeze-like smile appeared on his face.
Qing Ge looked down, her body still falling rapidly. Under the light white mist, there seemed to be countless evil ghosts raising their hands towards her, trying to drag her down, fall and sink.
Qing Ge vaguely saw the faces of Ming Qianjue, Lan Wuxin and even Ye Xue, Qin Lan, Wu Yu and others.
She knew so many people, they were like undead, their minds were distorted.
Suddenly, Qing Ge's figure paused, suspended in mid-air.
Mingyou let go of her and stood not far away in the air.
He was dressed in white, as elegant as bamboo, as gentle as a lake, with an unknown sadness between his brows.
He said: "Miss Ye, I will protect you as long as I live and protect the dignity of the divination family. Please live well."
As the sound fell, a long wind blew up, sweeping his figure and disappearing suddenly.
Qingge stood alone above the demons, hearing the hoarse howls of the demons in her ears.
"Ye Qingge, come down, come and struggle in this mire abyss, no one can escape from hell."
"Come on, we are all waiting for you."
"This is your paradise."
Qingge's face was indifferent, and her eyes did not contain any warmth.
She lost weight and fell into the abyss.
Countless evil ghosts stretched out their blackened claws towards her, as if they wanted to tear her into millions of pieces.
The moment she was submerged in the abyss, Qing Ge suddenly woke up.
In the other courtyard of Fengyue Pavilion, Qingge was sweating profusely and her face was pale. The snow-white underwear on her body was soaked with sweat. Qingge was panting, her lips were dry and her tongue was dry. She frowned and looked around. There was nothing in the dim room. The feeling of brightness is so depressing that it makes people panic.
There was a noise from the side.
Qing Ge glanced over with sharp eyes, only to see under the bed, the snow-white fox kept humping with its short legs...
Qingge bent down, picked up the little fox, and buried her face in the fox's fur.
The little fox rubbed her face.
The next day, early morning.
Team Xingtian is back.
After Qingge went to the Demon Realm, Lin Chong took the members of the Xingtian Team and the contracted demons to practice everywhere. He lost his initial fear and became friends with the demons, becoming friends in times of need.
Qingge changed into a black gown, tied up her fluffy hair with a red rope, hugged the little fox, and walked out gracefully.
The cute snow-white fox was lying on her shoulder.
In the main room, there were not only the Xingtian team, but also the three generals of the Massacre Army.
"Boss, I miss you so much." As soon as Lin Chong saw Qing Ge, he rushed towards him with a smile.
Qingge showed no mercy, kicked him away, flicked ashes on his sleeves, and sat down slowly.
Lin Chong fell to the ground on all fours, his limbs twitched a few times, and then he got up, like a resentful woman in a cold palace, looking at Qing Ge sadly, his eyes were full of energy.
Qing Ge stroked the fox's hair and said, "Lin Chong, General Li, are everything ready? We can go to Xuanyue Pass at any time, there is no room for ambiguity."
Li Canglang has a lean body, but he has a majestic and majestic aura.
He clasped his hands into fists and stared straight ahead with bright eyes, "The massacre army is ready."
When it came to business matters, Lin Chong did not take things lightly and stopped playing around, saying, "Xingtian has taken care of everything."