After Xing Tumi passed, the figure of flower shadows appeared in the glass image.
After Qingge and Mo Xie entered Xuenv Mountain, Huaying also came.
The flower shadow was wearing a snow-white gauze dress and walking on the dark road. Her stunning face was covered with a light veil.
Countless ghosts come towards you.
The flower shadow raised his eyes, and in the black and white eyes, there seemed to be a pattern of seven stars appearing, and sharp gears were rotating in the star chart.
She walked forward in an orderly manner, and the locust-like ghost passed by her, as if she had not seen her and disappeared from both sides of her body.
Qingge stood in a blazing of cold light, full of shock.
He is worthy of being a person from the six major forces, and he is simply a hidden dragon, each with his own strengths.
A true strong man, every flower and grass, a gust of wind and a wisp of rain, is all weapons for killing people.
The picture in the image twisted and gradually became clearer. The unruly man in red robe was like fire and was holding the innocent knife in his hand, and the dark red blade was filled with a bloodthirsty cold light.
But he saw him holding a knife in one hand and a wine gourd in the other. When the ghost came cruelly, he raised his head and drank a sip of wine. The wine smelled everywhere. At the same time, he raised the knife in his hand and slashed the ghost that was close to him.
Slashed.
He was like a Shura, full of murderous aura, drunk and unconscious, and killed all the people and ghosts.
In another place, Mo Qiong and some miscellaneous people were also exploring among the ghosts.
The figure of the fiery soul swam in the darkness.
Mei Qingchen's eyes were scarlet, and cracked blood patterns crawled out from his neck. He hugged Lan Wu with one hand and a sword with the other.
Finally, the two walked into the cold light.
When all people were completely divided into two endings, either entering the cold light, or dying among ghosts and beauty, Qingge, who stood in a ray of cold light, noticed that the earth was trembling and the night was falling.
The violent snow.
The white snow was stirred up by the strong wind, and the bone-breaking cold air rushed into the limbs and bones. Even with the protection of spiritual energy, most people felt cold.
Bang!
The cold light disappeared.
It was pitch black.
Another sound sounded, and there was a light in front of Qingge's eyes. Not only that, many people appeared around her.
People from the six major forces gather here!
This is a palace made of crystals. It is snowing heavily in the palace. The vast palace is boundless. Dragon pillars rise from the ground, and bloody and cracked white-haired beauties are floating in the air.
A pair of eyes without dark eyes made people feel very terrifying.
Ghost fire, hanging from the zenith.
In the thick water-blue flames in the distance, an ice coffin derives an ancient and serious aura.
Under the ice coffin, there is a pattern of Yin and Yang Qiankun array.
"Snow Girl, it's Snow Girl, and the beauty in the ice coffin is the Snow Girl!" A majestic man said excitedly.
Qingge looked at the ice coffin indifferently, and the dark pupils reflected a faint blue color, which was strange and desolate.
The awakening of a venerable often means that there are accompanying dangers.
People from the six major forces, except for the backbones such as Lan Shengyan and Xue Ling'er, are all ready to move. The backbones such as Mei Qingchen, Hua Ying, Xing Tumi, etc., are all watching calmly and adapting to changes.
This kind of nervous moment does not mean that anyone who goes up can get the inheritance of the Snow Girl or get the Snow Spirit Bead.
On the contrary, those who stand out often go without returning.
To put it bluntly, it is to die.
At this time, the calm and steady person hopes that some people will be knocked out by the temptation of the snow girl and rushed forward to test the danger around the ice coffin.
"Past!" Xue Ling'er's voice sounded, and everyone looked in the sound.
But when Xue Ling'er walked forward with a arrogant attitude, she suddenly pulled a man's hair and pushed it to the ground, and the man fell to the ground.
"Snow Lord." The man said weakly.
The word "go." is simple and crude.
Xue Ling'er pointed to the direction of the ice coffin and stared at the man with cold eyes.
This man is from the Alchemy Mansion and her entourage.
The man's body was trembling. He looked at Xue Ling'er deeply, and a sense of fear surged in his heart. He looked at the direction of the ice coffin, swallowed his saliva, and looked at death as if he was home. He made a move, under Xue Ling'er's command.
He rushed towards the ice coffin with sharp weapons.
However, when the man stepped on the Yin-Yang Qiankun Formation, the black and white pattern on the Qiankun Formation actually rotated and moved.
The speed gradually accelerated, and the center of the pattern was like a sickle of death, swallowing the man's feet.
There, it seemed like a pair of hands grabbed his feet and dragged him down with all his strength.
The man's screams of pain echoed in the cold palace.
Some timid people had goose bumps on their bodies. They watched a living person gradually being swallowed by a formation. Just by listening to the harsh shouts, they knew how painful it was.
miserable.
At this time, Mo Xie walked towards Qingge.
"Why push me away?"
A hoarse voice sounded in my ears. Qingge turned his eyes to look at Mo Xie, his eyes flashed a few times, and said, "It's dangerous."
"I am a man, what dangers are I afraid of?" Mo Xie said.
Silent.
She knew that Mo Xie was not afraid of danger, especially when the danger was heading towards her, but she was afraid that he would be in danger.
After a long time, Mo Xie's voice sounded again in his ears, "Ji Yue is not here, there is no one around you, let me protect you, can you?"
At the end of the day, he even started begging.
Qingge looked at Mo Xie in shock, feeling sad.
Mo Xie's goodness is too heavy and she can't repay it, even though Mo Xie never thought about asking for her reward.
He should be the most carefree and romantic young man in the world, but because she stepped into the world, she was involved in endless murder.
"What nonsense? Don't you always have around me?" Qingge smiled.
Mo Xie was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly, like a crazy madman, everyone around him looked at Mo Xie in discomfort.
Yes, he has always been by her side and has never walked away.
She also pretended to be him in her heart, but she was just a lover, and there was only one.
After a long time, maybe he was tired of laughing. Mo Xie stopped, straightened Qingge's shoulder, looked at her intently, and said, "Ye Qingge, hurry up and have a baby with that little bastard, I want to be a son-in-law
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In this way, you will always be by your side.
Until the end of life.
Qingge's mouth twitched, and he looked at Mo Xie, who was very unscrupulous and said, "What if he gave birth to a boy?"
"Then let's keep giving birth, never stop until a girl comes out." Mo Xie said seriously.
Qingge: "..."
Before she and Ji Yue could complete the family, someone came up with her daughter.
Qingge was in a state of confusion and suddenly said, "Then will I never give birth to a girl in my life?"
Mo Xie was trance for a long time and suddenly said, "It's okay to break the sleeves..."
Qingge: "..."
If her son has a habit of breaking his sleeves in the future, the initiator must be the man in front of him.
Qingsong wants to cry without tears, and the wind is messy.
Mo Xie's eyes were burning and serious and hot. (To be continued)