Qingge was like falling into hell. She turned around and looked around. Countless screens with Yan Bitong suddenly turned into dark beauty, which was as difficult to dissolve like ink. In the endless darkness, the formation of Qiankun Bagua was formed on the soles of her feet. The light flowed, the flames were cold, and it seemed that there were soldiers guarding the city waiting for the east to dawn.
In the Bagua Formation, the universe is encompassed by the universe, Tai Chi, the cold night is endless, and from all directions, one by one, let Qingge's familiar and unfamiliar beauties press step by step. Looking closely, their clothes are swaying on the ground, delicate skin, pale faces, picturesque eyebrows and charming eyes. They cover the sky and encircle Qingge from all directions.
The space where Qingge is located is getting smaller and smaller. Although the world is big, she feels suffocating. Her neck seems to be strangled with a firm rope. She widens her eyes, and the green light in her black pupils becomes more and more vigorous. The rich green blooms with flowers that are scattering across the country.
The little fox lying on Qingge's shoulder was lying quietly on the seat of the Nine Dragons in the Realm of Nothingness, sleeping peacefully. After looking carefully, you can find that he seemed to be struggling with something, and his brows were furrowed.
Although his narrow eyes were closed, the bitter breath as sharp as the sword light was faintly emitted!
Qingge faced millions of femme fatales alone, and faces that made her attached to her appeared. That was her mother, Yan Bitong.
The sound of Yan Bitong sounded in his ears, and he heard hysterical sounds, asking her to save her.
Qingge only felt that his soul was covered by a net of heaven and earth, and there was nowhere to escape, and there was only one way to die.
Qingge's eyes were a little dry. She walked forward with heavy steps, her legs were a little heavy, as if they were filled with lead.
Every step, the soft boots on the soles of the feet stepped out into a deep pit on the ground.
Qingge's eyes were spinning in front of her, dizzy. She blinked her eyes, then widened her pupils, looked around, "Yan Bitong" passed through her body, her pale skin was like a ghost in the depths of purgatory, and her fingernails were coated with red beans as if they were about to cling to Qingge's neck.
Qingge raised his head slightly, his eyes slightly closed, and his moist eyes emitted a stream of light in the rich night.
However, "Yan Bitong"'s hands just shuttled through her neck.
Qingge's heart was as calm as water, and his limbs were cold and he walked forward aimlessly, and he was just abruptly watching the flowers, but the blood in his body gradually became cold.
Staying in this inexplicable screen space, she felt that she was a corpse with no vitality on her body, and she was waiting for vultures to come in groups and eat her flesh and blood off.
Finally, Qingge stopped, and the beauty like a glimpse of light disappeared beside her. Qingge stood in front of a quaint wooden house, with the sound of wooden fish knocking inside. Qingge raised her white and tender hand and opened the wooden door, but the scene of the inner room shocked her.
There was a handsome young man in the room. The man was wearing a rouge shirt and a large piece of peonies embroidered at the end of the shirt, surrounded by each other. The man held a skull in his fair and slender hand, and knocked on the skull with a wooden fish stick in his other hand. The sounds were like the sound of a dark sound.
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When the door of the wooden house was opened by Qingge, the beautiful man raised his face and looked at Qingge. His pretty face suddenly grew old and his skin collapsed, and his hair and eyebrows turned white. What remains unchanged is his mechanical movement of knocking on the skull.
His eyes were shining brightly, and he looked at Qingge sharply.
"Bitong's daughter, welcome to the world of the grave." The old man's voice echoed in the air.
Qingge frowned, the sound gave her a headache.
Qingge suddenly turned his eyes and looked around the wooden house. There were scrolls hanging on the room, and the beauties on the scrolls were Yan Bitong.
These beauties all looked at Qingge in horror, and a trace of vitality appeared in their desperate eyes.
She is asking Qingge for help!
Qingge's fingertips were chilling, and she raised her hand and wanted to caress Yan Bitong on the scroll closest to her.
However, when she raised her hand and gradually approached Yan Bitong, the gentle and ostentatious beauty suddenly rushed out of the scroll, splashing ink in the air, transforming into a ferocious monster, with her bloody mouth like a ferocious beast, with two fangs sharp, and dark green saliva flowed out of her mouth and dripped on Qingge.
Qingge lowered her head and looked at her hands in a daze. Under her mouth, her skin and flesh were twisted and burned to pieces in an instant, and her white bones were reflected in her eyes.
Qingge frowned—
Her hands didn't hurt at all.
She raised her head and looked at the demonized beast Yan Bitong, who opened her mouth wide and wanted to swallow her in one bite.
Qingge's pupils were tightening, the ferocious beast's lips and teeth continued to expand in her pupils, Qingge's eyes were also expanding, and her body was spasming, and suddenly, her body trembled...
At the same time, in the realm of nothingness, the sleeping Ji Yue quickly opened her eyes, and her pair of strange eyes released her charming beauty, and the strange aura spread rapidly and spread endlessly.
He narrowed his eyes, waved his hand, and the sharp blade transformed from the breath of the demon king rushed out of the realm of nothingness, tearing apart the sky, and entering the ancient wooden house in the secret space, slashing on the ferocious beast.
Ferocious beast—
It was wiped out into ashes and became powder scattered in the air.
In the backyard of the Burning Moon Palace, in front of the screen painted with Yan Bitong, the girl's white hair was three thousand years old, and her clothes were soaked with cold sweat. Her body spasmed and her eyes suddenly opened.
The cold wind swept through her body, lifting up her clothes, and the coolness was so cool that Qingge subconsciously shuddered.
She looked around, screens, beauties, and the bright moon in the sky was hanging upside down.
On Qingge's shoulders, the little fox opened his eyes coldly and said, "Let's go."
Although Qingge was confused, when the little fox's voice sounded, he quickly walked back, rising and falling a few times, his body was as light as a swallow, and he suddenly flew out of the back hall. Countless screens turned into afterimages on both sides of her body.
After leaving the back hall, Qingge was still scared. She clapped her palms, and the palms were cold, and the chilling feeling penetrated into the blood.
The little fox jumped into her arms, Qingge turned around and looked at the screen under the cold wind in the back hall. The two doors of the back hall suddenly closed, and the gap became smaller and smaller. Qingge seemed to see that Yan Bitong's face appeared under the darkness and smiled at Qingge.
Bang!
The golden painted door is closed.
Qingge's head thrust and suddenly she was empty under her feet. She exclaimed in surprise, but saw that the little fox had turned into a human form from some time, picked her up in the waist and walked into the room.
"Don't go to this place in the future." Ji Yue said.
Qingge lowered his head and bit his lips, and was not stubborn, "Okay."
She didn't know what was unknown in the Burning Yue Palace, but she knew that Ji Yue would never harm her.
Qingge lay in Ji Yue's arms, looked back at the two tight doors, and the sound of Yan Bitong seemed to be heard in his ears. Each sound was creepy, but she couldn't resist it.