Chapter 603 The soul boy of the five elders of Jialan!
Qingge swam hard on the deep sea, and the waves obscured her petite figure. She slowly approached the Dragon Spear at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The hurricane hit, like a sandstorm on the sea, gradually fascinating.
The cold sea water soaked her clothes, she had goose bumps, and the cold air was bone-blooded, and thousands of pores on her body were stimulated and contracted.
Qingge spitted out a mouthful of salty sea water and swam towards the tornado like a snake. Her wet white hair drooped on her shoulders as if she was cut.
The closer you get, the more Qingge sees a red figure in the center of the tornado, like a blood lotus slowly blooming under the loess in the southern darkness, charming and charming.
Qingge suddenly realized that the sea was heavy and pressed towards her like Mount Tai.
I was dizzy, my head was hot, the sea water flowed into Qingge's eyes, and the green light surged under my pupils.
Under the deep sea, there seemed to be a ghost calling her.
Qingge fell into the bottom of the sea. Through the rolling blue waves, she saw the morning moon in the sky, the rising sun in the east, and the figure that was rushing towards her with all her might.
It was Ji Yue, who stepped on the water without trace, and came and went in the deep sea like the wind. The tornado crushed him angrily, but could not do anything to him.
Qingge raised his hand weakly and reached towards Ji Yue in the sank sea water.
The white hair spreads out, causing two seasons of autumn and winter.
Qingge was in a daze and drowsy, as if someone was holding a thick reins and strangling her delicate neck hard, suffocating and in pain.
In the sea, Qingge suddenly opened his eyes, his faint green eyes, like the most poisonous snake under the deep sea.
Qingge looked around with caution, the empty world, only the sea water was rippling, and all kinds of sea fish swam around.
Qinggexu narrowed his eyes—
She was able to breathe freely in this sea.
"Suyou's disciple?"
The baby's tender and soft sound sounded, and it was full of old-fashionedness.
Qingge was alert, her body tensed into a string that broke at any time, and she quickly looked at the place where the sound came from behind.
At some point, a dark chair appeared behind. It seemed that a child, who was only six or seven years old, sat on the chair as if he was like an adult, was wearing a bright red bellyband, and his chubby feet were not decorated at all.
, her fat and tender legs were crossed, her hair was shaved barely, and a long whip was left on the back of her head.
The child's eyes, like a demon, are dark brown colors.
"That old man Suyou has a good attitude."
The child raised his hand, pointed at Qingge, raised his jaw slightly, and said arrogantly: "Your name is Ye Qingge, right? Come and massage my back. Look at my old bones, it's almost stiff."
Qingge: "..."
"Oh, I'm quite stubborn. I'm worthy of being the apprentice Suyou likes." The child hugged his arms with both hands, and his little body was deeply trapped in the back of the chair.
Qingge thought, if this kid had a cigarette in his hand, it would be true, 25, ah, it was Diamond King Wu.
The child muttered something again, "So many years have passed, I think Wuyu is over 100 years old. When I was still there, the old man Wuyu was over 60 years old, and I don't know if he is dead now.
However, if this kind of person dies, it is a waste of money for the coffin. The boy Zhong Hai, I don’t know if his temper is still as popular as he was back then. Suddenly I remembered that once I went down the mountain with Zhong Hai, and Zhong Hai fell in love with the girl at first sight, and his mind was full of energy.
He took the girl home, and after returning to Jialan, he was beaten by Wuyu. It was so miserable. The emptiness and leisurely wild crane were not sure how it was now-"
Qingge listened carefully to the child's words, suddenly raised his eyes, looked at the child, and said in surprise: "You are, the fifth elder of Jialan, Ling Tong?"
The legendary genius, later when the tsunami of fall occurred, saved the five elders who had filled the sea with their bodies.
"The little baby is quite smart." Ling Tong looked at Qingge with admiration.
Qingge has a black line on his forehead, so it’s so awkward to hear this.
A child with no hair grows all over her body, call her a little baby?
"You caused the tornado?" Qingge looked at Ling Tong with alert, his wrist slightly arched and placed it on his waist.
Once there is danger, she can pull out the Mingwang sword to save herself at any time.
The spirit boy snapped his fingers, jumped off the black chair, and said with a smile: "Suyou's little disciple is here. Should I welcome me as a junior brother?"
Qingge narrowed her green eyes.
In the legend of the Tsunami of Falling, the fifth elder Lingtong and the fourth elder Kongxu are both mythical characters. Both died, both of them died for Galan.
However, after going deeper, Qingge found that there was an empty screen in the Burning Moon Palace. Hunting had a bad relationship with her mother. Under the blue sea, the spiritual child who should have been buried decades ago is now very alive and still looks like a child.
Strange, mysterious.
"Do you want to know why I am still alive? Why am I not dead?" Ling Tong turned his head and looked at Qingge innocently. He raised his round and tender hands and played with the braids hanging from the back of his head.
Singing without saying a word, silent.
She was observing the surrounding terrain, centered on the spirit child, and ten steps away, the sea fish dared not approach it. Although there was sea water here, humans could breathe, just like they were on the plain.
At this moment, she could conclude that the tornado was caused by the spirit child.
At that time, she thought of many people, but she never thought of Ling Tong.
Now it seems that there are too many uncertain factors in the world.
boom!
A pair of skinny and old hands tightly grabbed Qingge's neck from behind. Qingge's face turned red and his hands were chilling.
She did not get distracted, but took out the Mingwang sword quickly. She turned the blade in her palm and changed direction. The tip of the knife was facing backwards. Qingge was quick and accurate, without any mercy, and looked behind her.
The person stabbed him away.
Thorns-
A thin layer of skin seemed to be torn apart by the shiny dark and bright Mingwang sword.
Qingge's hands seemed to have loosened as the vines on her neck. Qingge took the opportunity to escape from the shackles. She looked back and saw the person who attacked her, Emei frowned fiercely.
The old man was wearing thin clothes and a hat on his head. His sinister eyes were as cold and sharp as an eagle. He penetrated out from the horizontal line under the hat and fell on Qingge's skin. Qingge felt that his skin was about to catch fire.
This is, boatman!
Ling Tong raised his hand upwards, his fingers always sounded crisply, and the old man smiled cruelly, and his wild fangs rushed towards Qingge.
Qingge stood still, looking at the Mingwang sword in his hand lightly.
There was a layer of old human skin hanging on the tip of the Mingwang Sword, with no blood on the skin or the knife. There was no blood on the boatman's body, but a layer of skin was stabbed by the Mingwang Sword, and a hole appeared.
, From that hole, you can clearly see the bones, and the white bones are lush!
Qingge was shocked to find that the boatman had no blood, flesh, tendons, only bones, and that extremely thin layer of skin.
despair--
The spirit boy sat on the black chair, crossing his legs and snapping his fingers.
The boatman was like a wolf or a tiger, and rushed towards the frightened Qingge fiercely. (To be continued)