The narrow world, the closed and dull space, a little cold light was revealed from the dark dark night.
Qingge sat cross-legged on the ground, above the sky, twisted ghosts gathered together, turning into a blue sword, with thunder and thunder, unstoppable, and like surging waves, violently piercing towards Qingge.
Qingge's eyes closed slightly, her white hair stood upside down in the cold light, and her delicate facial features shone with a jade-white luster on her slap-like face.
Under the strangulation of the spiritual power, the soft ghost seemed to be crushed into powder. The ghosts with ferocious faces opened their sharp mouths, as if they were roaring miserably.
A loud sound sounded, as if there was lightning and heavy rain and strong wind.
The spiritual power in the Qingge Tianling Gaith Nest was solidified through repeated battles, and after being forged, it seemed to be stronger.
However, the dark blue lightning in the thunder lightning made a sound, the sound became louder and louder, and the electric wires became more and more.
Qingge's eyes suddenly opened, as green as a snake and scorpion. In the deepest part of her pupils, dark green lightning piled up like spider webs like dead knots.
Sweat overflowed on her plump forehead, and Qingge's pores were dripping with sweat.
The spiritual power in the thunder nest became increasingly exhausted, and the spiritual power that Qingge attacked with his thoughts became increasingly weak.
Despite this, Qingge was surprised to find that her thoughts were becoming more and more firm, and her five senses were perceived with an abnormal clarity.
For example, before that, Qingge's spiritual power could only attack things and things within ten steps, and now it has at least doubled its distance.
Not only that, the same spiritual power is now even stronger.
Until the thunder nest is empty, the power of the spirit is in shock.
Qingge was dizzy and in pain, and her spirit and thoughts were closely related to her body and soul.
At this time, ghosts wrapped in ghost fire and naked women walking out of the ice coffin surrounded Qingge.
The ghost was screaming like a mosquito and flies, and the harsh sound made Qingge worse than life and death. The beauty's slender hands stroked her body, and with a sting, the ink-colored robe was pulled apart by her.
Countless beauties with only white eyes were piled up together, and their smooth and fair bodies were cracked scars. Under the cold light, the blood was shocking.
There are many bloody beauties around.
With his hands, he was stroking Qingge in fear.
Qingge's green eyes were full of coldness, as cold as snow. She clenched the Mingwang sword in her hand, and the evil aura was exposed. Between her eyebrows, there was no trace of light sorrow, and a touch of snow lotus flowers was as charming as this.
The long wind in the dark night danced, and she suddenly stood up, holding a knife that broke through the air in her hand, and the evil aura spread out in all directions like a hurricane.
The ghost, the bloody beauty's body, was swallowed by evil spirits, and was twisted, and the echoes of the ghosts' screams stimulate Qingge's eardrums and heads.
However, the ghost's cry actually caused the spiritual power in the thunder nest to stir up ripples.
The already exhausted thunder nest has now burst out of thin air with a few traces of spiritual power.
Qingge was surprised. When another wave of ghosts came to his face, he used the remaining spiritual power in the thunder nest to crush the bodies of the ghosts. The shouts of the ghost before his death made the empty thunder nest surge out again.
The power of the spirit.
And deep in the demonic obstacle, ghosts appeared again.
Qingge is like a crazy swordsman, standing on the top of the mountains, waving the sharp blade in his hand.
After repeated cycles, she was desperate to exhaust the thunder nest again and again, using this extreme method to forge spiritual power.
As for the beauty of the ice coffin who is always there, Qingge is dedicated to it.
Either use the power of the spirit to shatter the ghost, use the sound of the ghost to stimulate the regeneration of the spirit, or freeze the beauties with frozen water, and then burn them to ashes with the second realm of the Five Elements Fire.
In this way, Qingge's spiritual power was not only forged, but even the use of frozen water and Yueyan Fire became more and more convenient, and it could be said that he killed two birds with one stone.
But this will cause great mental harm to Qingge. I am afraid that if I am not careful, my mind will collapse.
Looking at such crazy Qingge, the nightmare who was staying in her body was shocked for a long time before shook his head helplessly.
He had never seen such a girl with a vicious heart, who was cruel to others and even more cruel to himself.
She built a ladder with her flesh and blood, and then walked up to the nine palaces step by step, standing at the top, looking down at the world.
Puff—
A mouthful of blood sprayed out.
The greenness in Qingge's eyes became increasingly strong, like a ghost, a beauty, and a maggot. She would never give up if she didn't want her life.
Qingge constantly forges spiritual power, and she also knows how to stop at the right time. If this continues, she is afraid that her spirit will really collapse.
She held the Ming King's sword, and her delicate body, which was dripping sweaty, rose and fell several times in the air, wandering among ghosts and beauties.
At the point of the long sword, dozens of ghosts penetrated through the evil spirit. As the evil spirit surged, the bloody beauty was completely swallowed up, and there was no chance to scream.
That little bit of cold light is getting farther and farther away.
Qingge held the Ming King's sword and ran wildly in the dark night, flying towards the cold light. His legs seemed to be desperate, and when he moved quickly, gusts of cold wind blew.
The ghost, the beauty, was right behind her.
Finally, Qingge reached the cold light.
However, the ghost cannot touch the cold light and melts when it touches it.
The beauty did not dare to approach Han Guang, and quietly retreated, walked into the ice coffin in the dark, lay down, and became a puppet-like corpse.
Qingge inserted the Mingwang sword to the ground, hung his body weakly and gasped heavily. Suddenly, the sound of gasping stopped abruptly. Qingge looked at the ground reflected by the cold light in shock.
It was like a layer of glass under my feet, with floating lights and mottled shadows. The flowing cold light reflected on the glass ground, and the crystal-like light and fire were displaced.
Qingge clearly saw the glass floor radiating images.
The first one is Xue Ling'er. In the darkness, Xue Ling'er was alert to guard all around and explored forward carefully. When the ghost appeared, Xue Ling'er held a sword, with one move and one move, and the sword was in a different direction. The ghost was on this sword.
Next, no one can live.
The picture is blue smoke.
Lan Shengyan leaned against a dragon pillar, like a man in the painting, took out Lan Yuxiao who was pinned on his waist, placed it on his thin lips, and blew it gently.
The mountains and flowing waters are sturdy, and the big and small beads fall on the jade plate, like the sound of nature, clear and sad.
The ghost seems to be intoxicated and obsessed with it.
Under such a silence of Xiao Yin, the bloody beauty in the ice coffin covered her face and felt silently painful. Tears flowed into the cracked scars on her face, and her body automatically dispersed, becoming a fluorescent light in the night.
Qingge shook his jaws. She never thought that Lan Shengyan's Xiao had such a strong power.
This reminded her of Ye Qingcheng's Fuxiqin, the woman who had almost wiped out her hands for her.
Qingge's hand placed on the Mingwang sword was slightly clenched, and after the Bing Valley, it was the extreme north.
She must meet the previous one, the posture of the Northern Piano God.
Xing Tumi appeared in the soles of her feet and in the glass scene.
On the other side of the night, where Xing Tumi walked by was like a mandala in full bloom.
Moisturize things silently, and flowers bloom in full bloom.
The ghost wanted to shackle Xing Tumi, but the mandala behind Xing Tumi was like the hand of death, holding the ghost around.
She stood with her hands behind her back, walking gracefully and noblely on this thorny road. (To be continued)