In the stream of light of Lolita's first tower gate, the twelfth floor of the abstract painting, there are golden lines cruising in the hall, the red light spots are as quiet as virgins and moving as if they are out of the rabbit, crossing the sharp blades of the god of death, approaching the first
Thirteenth floor.
Everyone no longer criticized and laughed at him, but watched Qingge escape again and again seriously, and the big guy's emotions also rose and fell.
Some people even began to look forward to her, hoping that she could create miracles.
The red spots of light move at a slow speed, from sunset to moonrise.
At midnight, Lolita, who was usually quiet and deserted, was still full of people. These people held back their fatigue and stared at the red dots gradually approaching the twelfth floor. This time, they saw the evening of the second day.
Qingge stayed in Lolita for two days, spending one night in the golden thread, her face was full of fatigue, but her eyes were bright and bright, and her eyes were bright and bright.
The sharp golden thread is concentrating and meticulous.
One step away!
She is only one step away from the thirteenth floor door.
Even so, Qingge dared not slacken. She knew that Jinwang was terrible. She was able to survive because of the accumulated experience of modern shuttle infrared and lasers.
The dense lines were covered on the door of the thirteenth floor. Qingge crawled on the ground, narrowing his eyes and observing the golden line blade on the dark blue door. The gap between the line blades was very small, and the maximum distance between the two lines
, only half of the baby's arm is as small as half of the baby's arm.
Qingge's eyes were locked in this gap, ready to escape from here.
only--
It's very difficult, extraordinary.
The gap is really small, not to mention that Qingge must jump over at one time, and nowhere in his body can touch the upper and lower line blades.
Ji Yue seemed to know Qingge's plan, frowned and her eyes were fascinating, but she didn't say anything to disturb Qingge.
The arrow was on the string, Qingge spent a day and night tense, and was in an extreme state. If he was not careful, he would collapse.
Qingge concentrates on her spirit and says that the suppressed spiritual energy is released to her limbs and bones. In this way, she can move like the wind and will be more agile.
However, the appearance of spiritual energy will lead to the ban of the thread blade.
Sure enough, when the spiritual energy in Qingge's elixir fire surged out, all the thread blades in the golden hall stopped, gathered in the center, and in an instant, they all penetrated into Qingge's body, and thousands of people penetrated their hearts, nothing more than this.
If the thread blade really pierces Qingge's body, I'm afraid it will insert Qingge into a hedgehog.
Qingge calmed down her mind, ignoring the murderous intent behind her, staring at the gap as big as half a baby's arm, she exhaled a breath of turbid air, and her body jumped over in a strange posture.
There must be no mistakes in this leap.
It should be noted that if Qingge is displaced by a short distance, the two golden thread blades on the upper and lower sides will even cut her in half, from her head to the soles of her feet.
Fortunately, Qingge's body was slender, tall but thin, and the two golden threads only burned part of her clothes.
When she jumped over, all the thousands of line blades in the hall behind her were swarming out, but were blocked by the dark blue light gate.
Qingge rolled into the thirteenth floor hall on the spot, frowned fiercely, she looked down and saw that the flesh as big as a palm was cut off from her calves and calves, and a few stubborns were broken, and the flesh was blurred and white.
The bones loomed under the flesh and blood.
She lay on the ground, her teeth clenched tightly, her face turned pale in pain, her lips were gone with blood, and cold sweat dripped down. She frowned fiercely, her breathing was trembling.
Ji Yue stepped out of the realm of nothingness, and a cold and violent aura emanated from his eyes. He hugged Qingge, who was curled up in pain, and asked, "How is it?"
Qingge leaned against his shoulder and gasped, "I can't die."
Ji Yue's eyes darkened, and she was so angry that she wanted to throw the girl in her arms hard on the ground. It would be best to fall to death, but he couldn't bear to leave.
"Are you angry?" Qingge asked.
Ji Yue ignored her, her eyes stayed on her injured calf, and the wound was shocking. Ji Yue cut her palms and felt the flesh. Seeing this, Qingge wanted to stop her. Ji Yue held her with one hand and stretched out her other hand.
, using spiritual energy as the blade, cut the palm of the palm.
He simply sat on the ground, Qingge was in her arms, he carefully lifted her legs, and the ragged green clothes stuck to the wound. He gently and slowly pulled out the broken materials, and then placed his right hand on it.
A blood mark on the palm of the calves was particularly obvious, and the viscous scarlet blood flowed along the hands of Qingge's injured calves.
What's strange is that when Ji Yue's blood touched Qingge's legs, the flesh and blood reborn, and the wound gradually healed at a speed.
Qingge leaned weakly in Ji Yue's arms. She was tenacious and strong in her will. It was not that she could not bear the pain of cutting flesh. It was just that the golden thread blade in the twelfth floor hall not only cut off the flesh, but also hit her spirit hard.
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She could clearly feel that when she subconsciously raised her calves and cut off her flesh and blood, the strong spiritual power in the center of her Tianling Gallery dispersed.
And this is the power of the second realm of the Death Network!
"I won't go to the demon realm." Ji Yue said suddenly.
Qingge was sweating all over and her white hair was soaked. She raised her face and asked, "Why?"
"You are so stupid, how do I go to the demon realm?" Ji Yue growled.
Although he expected Qingge to get injured when he insisted on going up to the top of the tower, when he saw Qingge's leg injury with his own eyes, he was going crazy.
Qingge: "..." Is she stupid?
However, there is no hurry to do things in the Demon Realm, and she also selfishly thought that Ji Yue could stay with her for more time.
Qingge raised Ji Yue's hand and the wound in the palm of his palm was almost healed.
Ji Yue suddenly stretched out her hand, and she was puzzled by the song. Ji Yue said, "Ming Wang Dao."
Qingge handed over Ming Wang Dao in confusion. When Ji Yue took Ming Wang Dao, Qingge's nerves hurt in her brain. She seemed to know Ji Yue's purpose of Ming Wang Dao. Her pale face looked extremely ugly. She stretched out her hand to answer.
After passing the Ming King's Sword, Ji Yue's face was expressionless and used the power of the demon king to stabilize her.
The slender and fair white and snow-like hands held the scarlet Ming Wang Sword that exuded the aura of blood demon. Ji Yue's eyes were filled with madness. He raised the Ming Wang Sword, Qingge widened his eyes, his pupils tightened, and he quickly
The leaping heart seemed to be about to break open the chest and come out.
Ji Yue waved her sword and her left arm was barely cut off by him.
The blood from the wound gushed out and gathered on the ground into a pool of blood. One arm was then left in the pool of blood, and half of the sleeves were there.
The Mingwang sword was thrown to the ground, and the blood was swallowed and dried up by the blood demon flower inside the sword.
Qingge looked at Ji Yue in disbelief. The man's face looked like frost, his facial features were charming, and the pain of his broken arm made him snort lightly.
Chapter completed!