Chapter three hundred and seventy-two heterosexuality
Chapter 372: Strange Love
(Not revised yet, can read again tomorrow!)
A man and a woman walked slowly forward in the mirror maze, one behind the other.
The wind and snow gradually became stronger, and their footprints were quickly covered up.
The mirror was opened one by one, and various unknown people appeared in the mirror. Their faces were pale and their eyes were listless, as if they had been trapped in the maze for a long time.
"Yang Hua, why... why did you come to these two realms mountains?"
The voice behind him sounded slowly, and Yang Hua was slightly startled. It was rare that Ling Ruoxue took the initiative to stir up the topic.
"According to the order of Master, I came here to find a way out of the capital city of God's Domain."
"What about you?"
Yang Hua paused. He reached out and scratched the frost on the mirror next to him. He saw a young disciple of Zhenwu Hall looking tired and shaky, struggling to scratch open the bronze mirror in front of him...
He said bitterly: "In the years when I went to sea with Master Zhang Ao, I witnessed with my own eyes the battles between casual cultivators at sea. The blood could turn the sea red... Countless innocent lives died in the meaningless conquest."
The frost on the next bronze mirror was shaken away by the powerful inner energy, and the Zhenwu Hall disciple fell down in front of the bronze mirror with a face ashen as death.
"As long as you are at the mercy of the divine religion in this secret realm, countless disciples of the Zhenwu Hall will be unable to hold their heads up for the rest of their lives!" Yang Hua said decisively, "Whether it is me or the Zhenwu Hall, finding a way out is to completely
The best way to get out of this sea of misery!"
Ling Ruoxue remained silent. She knew that this time the disciples of the God's Cult were stronger than them. She originally wanted to persuade Yang Hua to retreat to the second level to avoid conflict with the God's Cult. However, after hearing what he said, she no longer thought of retreating.
Got it.
She whispered but firmly said: "Okay, then let me be your backing, and you can go forward boldly!"
Yang Hua felt a warmth in his heart, and in the snow, the two held hands tightly and reconciled.
However, half an hour passed in the blink of an eye, and the two of them passed through many side roads and never saw the bronze mirror showing Li Chengqian's image. When they were about to go back, they heard a faint scolding sound coming from next door.
Yang Hua put his head close to the cold ice and listened quietly.
"Sun Jiu'er, you are no longer my junior sister. My junior sister's name is Sun Yuru. She is dead." A sharp voice sounded.
"Brother, I had no choice but to disobey the devil, and I would not end well." The delicate voice sounded a little weak at the moment, and was accompanied by one or two coughs from time to time.
"If you stay in the divine sect and stay honest, then Qianyuan can still come to Biyou Palace to tempt you?"
"But he will always succeed. Who can escape the person he likes?"
"snort--"
The conversation was gradually covered by the intensifying sound of wind and snow, and Yang Hua murmured: "It's Sun Jiu'er and Zhao Shengyan. Sun Jiu'er's injury has not healed."
"Do it, or go back and find someone?"
"I guess they are just taking a break. They can only take action now."
"But, have you thought about how to break Zhao Shengyan's 'Mountain-like' defense?"
"I thought about it, but it was a bit too shady."
Yang Hua sighed and said lightly.
The cold current blows constantly at high altitude, and there is snow and frost on the ground. Once someone falls, they will be completely buried by the frost and snow within two sticks of incense.
Sun Jiuer was lying on the white robe spread on the ground, with no intention of cultivating, and his heart was in chaos.
After the three of them arrived on the third floor, Jin Zaomu abandoned them. She begged for the other half of the pill, but was slapped in the face...
Facing Jin Zaomu's humiliation, it was Zhao Shengyan who stood in front of her, drank Jin Zaomu away, and saved her little dignity.
The tearing pain on her shoulder brought her back to reality. At this moment, Zhao Shengyan went out to find a new path, while she stayed in this concave surface with three walls to avoid the biting cold wind.
The snow on her body was already a finger thick, so she moved her body slightly, lying on her back and looking at the sky.
"What on earth did I do wrong?" she asked herself, "I left with Qianyuan in order to improve my inner strength faster. In the past two years, I have broken through from the realm of Mang to the peak of the knight. If I stayed in the divine sect, I would not do anything at all.
There is no such improvement!”
"After I left Qianyuan, I immediately went back to serve the divine sect. What did those annoying male disciples killing each other have to do with me? Why did they throw me into the capital of this divine realm!"
The contemptuous faces of Qian Yuan and Jin Zao Mu appeared in the sky, as if in their eyes, she was just their plaything.
"Men deserve to die, all deserve to die!" She cursed, her delicate face became distorted, and her eyes were filled with resentment.
Suddenly, she sat up in an instant, stared at the only exit, and asked in a trembling voice: "Who!"
Yang Hua walked out slowly, showing a slightly regretful smile.
"The battle on the Zhenwutang arena should have had a wonderful follow-up, but unfortunately..." The Liufeng Sword in his hand slowly unsheathed, "There's no chance."
At the same time, Zhao Shengyan, who was walking in the wind and snow, felt his heart shrink suddenly. He suddenly turned back and looked in the direction of Sun Jiuer.
They had explored the third floor in vain for a while, and finally decided that it would be better to go back to the second floor, but they had to avoid the people from the Zhenwu Hall.
At this moment, the snow was falling heavily, and the surroundings were completely white. Perhaps with some understanding, Zhao Shengyan turned back and rushed towards the direction where Sun Jiuer was resting. The frost made the scenery in the distance appear hazy, and the almost forgotten memories came to his mind again.
"You have the potential to be promoted to an inner disciple of the divine sect, but you have to think carefully about it." The master's withered face seemed to appear in the mist ahead.
"This disciple is willing to go to the capital city of God's Realm to practice, and I ask Master to help you!" Zhao Shengyan repeated what he just said again.
"But for Yuru?"
Zhao Shengyan knelt on the ground and remained silent.
"It doesn't matter if you endure some hardship, go ahead. From now on, I will no longer be your master."
"Master, you..." Zhao Shengyan suddenly raised his head and looked at the master with a calm face.
"Silly boy, enter the capital of God's Realm as a free person and find an elder who practices body training to become your disciple. Only then can he teach you what you have to offer. Can't you just come back when you come out and worship him again?"
Zhao Shengyan was startled for a moment, then kowtowed heavily and said, "Thank you, Master!"
The memories disappeared as the fog dissipated, and the countless frost-covered bronze mirrors around him seemed to laugh at his choice at that time.
In the past year in the capital of God's Domain, he had worshiped Zhao Pan as his teacher, but his improvement in strength was far less than before. He knew that now he was not interested in practicing.
After turning two corners, he heard a heartbreaking roar, that was Sun Yuru's voice!
Heart, beating like crazy!
Zhao Shengyan rushed forward, wanting to know what happened, but the moment he turned the corner, he saw a sword stabbing his throat diagonally!
"Move like a mountain!" Almost out of instinct, Zhao Shengyan rushed forward at high speed, but before the tip of the sword pierced his throat, he used a defensive move that was enough to withstand the attack of the Xiaxia Xiaocheng realm.
With his whole body in a state of petrification, Zhao Shengyan also saw his enemy clearly - the murderous woman in white, Ling Ruoxue.
"Yang Hua, get ready to take it!" She said these words coldly, and immediately after, Yang Hua jumped out from the corner, barely avoiding a murderous palm!
Behind him followed a woman who was walking hesitantly. She stretched out her hands blankly and kept groping forward.
Sun Yuru! But her face was covered in blood, and her delicate face had long since disappeared!
A ray of sword light passed by, leaving a deep mark on her eyes. Her eyes were already useless!