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Chapter 948 Come down, this quagmire abyss

Uniform.

All things come into being.

Qingge opened his eyes and racked his brains to think, but had no clue.

Although Qingge wants to become stronger quickly, break through the spirit master, enter another field, and open the door to a new world, the thirteenth level of the innate nature is the most basic step in forging bones, blood, tendons, and veins. If the foundation is not laid in the innate nature, in the future

Achievements are probably stopped.

Therefore, it is impossible to be impatient.

Qingge is not in a hurry to break through, absorbs spiritual energy, concentrates on practicing, and uses the power of the Snow Spirit Bead to transform the spiritual energy between heaven and earth into pure in the alchemy fire, and then polishes muscles and nerves inch by inch like a raging fire.

Slow work produces meticulous work.

The key is to be serious.

Qingge was concentrating, cold sweat was overflowing from his forehead, and his snow-white hair was wet and stuck to his delicate and smooth neck because of sweat. Qingge was unmoved, his eyes were closed, he focused on his mind, and focused on his internal organs.

Since the Snow Spirit Bead was integrated into her body, there was no filth in her body, and her cultivation speed was more than twice as fast.

At night, while Qingge was practicing, something big happened to the Mercenary Association.

Bang!

Ming Qianjue waved his sleeves and waved all the porcelain on the table, scattered all over the ground, making a clear sound.

Ming Qianjue gritted his teeth, a ferocious look appeared in his eyes, and his face was quite distorted.

Yu Ji and Mei Niang knelt on the left, lowered their heads in fear and fear, and their faces were pale.

Ming Qianjue picked up a teapot and smashed it on Mei Niang's forehead, "You are in charge of Ronghua Palace. Now you tell me, Mingyou, Huaying is gone? Even a sick person can't take care of it, it's useless

thing!"

Mei Niang's eyes were as calm as water, and she knelt on the ground without saying a word.

The teapot fell along Mei Niang's forehead, and a trace of blood flowed out.

"Master, Mei Niang neglects her duties and asks her to punish her."

Ming Qianjue sneered, "Punishment? Give you a month to find Mingyou and bring it back, otherwise you will come to see me with your head. As for Huaying, kill it, just a slave, it's better to die."

Slave—

Mei Niang's eyes flashed, she pursed her lips and replied: "Yes."

Yu Ji looked at Ming Qianjue in a complicated manner. Since the war in the West Sea, the dark side of Ming Qianjue's heart seemed to be intensified to an extreme state.

Northern Moon Dynasty.

When it was dawn, Qingge took a shower and went back to the room to rest. His tense spirit gradually relaxed, and he was on guard against falling asleep.

In the dream, Qingge stood in the dense forest, with thriving branches blocking the sunshine. There seemed to be heavy fog around, and cliffs were everywhere.

She stood in the central area, at a loss, her eyes as cold as snow.

In the white fog, she saw a misty figure.

Mingyou--

Qingge shouted subconsciously, raised her feet and chased after her.

He paused suddenly.

Qingge stood on the edge of the steep cliff, his eyes staring at the figure jumping into the cliff in surprise.

Qingge had a split headache, and the scenery in front of him had undergone tremendous changes, and the sky was spinning and the eyes were filled with stars.

She knelt down, supported the edge of the cliff with her hands, and looked down at the cliff. At a height of 100 feet, she couldn't see the bottom, as if there was only endless mist, spreading like poison and demonic obstacles.

Qingge's heart was beating rapidly.

Suddenly, the soil under Qingge's hands loosened, and Qingge fell into it.

The strong wind whistled in my ears, and behind the fog, it was dawn in the east, as if the rising sun was rising.

The white hair danced, and the fluffy and messy covered her white face. When she fell, she looked east and looked at the sun like a fireball.

It seemed as if it was about to be crushed to pieces, but my arm was suddenly grabbed by someone.

Qingge looked up and saw that it was Mingyou!

"Miss Night, have you seen that there are so many dirty and dark people under the cliff that make you fall down."

Mingyou's pale face was like a piece of jade, without any blood.

A breeze-like smile appeared on his face.

Qingge looked down at her, her body was still falling rapidly. Under the faint white mist, countless evil spirits seemed to raise their hands to her, trying to pull her down, fall and sink.

Qingge vaguely saw the faces of Ming Qianjue, Lan Wuxin, and even Yexue, Qin Lan, Wuyu and others.

She knew so many people, like the undead, twisting her mind.

Suddenly, Qingge's figure stopped and floated in the air.

Mingyou let go of her and stood not far away.

He was dressed in white, as elegant as a bamboo, as gentle as a lake, and his eyebrows were filled with unknown sorrow.

He said: "Miss Ye, in his lifetime, I will protect you and protect the dignity of the divination family. Please live well."

As the sound came to an end, the long wind blew everywhere, sweeping over his figure and suddenly disappeared.

Qingge stood alone above the demons, and his ears were screaming loudly by the evil spirits.

"Ye Qingge, come down and struggle in this quagmire abyss, no one can escape hell."

"Come on, we're all waiting for you."

"This is your paradise."

Qingge's face was indifferent, and there was no warmth in his eyes.

She lost weight and fell into the abyss.

Countless evil spirits stretched out their black claws towards her, as if they were to tear her apart tens of millions of pieces.

The moment he was buried in the abyss, Qingge suddenly woke up.

The villa of Fengyue Pavilion, Qingge was sweating heavily, her face was pale, her snow-white inner clothes were soaked by sweat, Qingge was panting, her lips were dry, and she frowned and looked around. The dark room, nothing The feeling of brightness is so depressing that it makes people feel nervous.

A sound appeared on the side.

Qingge's eyes swept over with sharp eyes, but she saw a snow-white fox arching with her short legs under the bed...

Qingge bent down, picked up the little fox, and buried his face in the fox's fluff.

The little fox rubbed against her face.

The next day, early morning.

Xingtian’s team is back.

After Qingge went to the demon realm, Lin Chong led the members of Xingtian team and the demons who contracted him to practice everywhere. He lost his initial fear and became friends with the demons and became friends in distress.

Qingge changed into a black long gown, tied her fluffy hair casually with a red rope, hugged the little fox, and walked out gracefully.

The snow-white and cute fox lay on her shoulder.

In the main room, not only were Xingtian's team, but also three generals from the massacre army.

"Boss, I miss you so much." Lin Chong rushed forward with a smile when he saw Qingge.

Qingge kicked him away without any mercy, bounced the ashes on his sleeve, and sat down slowly.

Lin Chong fell to the ground with his legs facing the sky, his limbs spasmed a few times, and then he got up, looking at Qingge sadly, with his little eyes so vigorous.

Qingge stroked the fox's hair and said, "Lin Chong, General Li, everything is ready? We can go to Xuanyue Pass at any time, and we must not be ambiguous."

Li Canglang is thin, but he is majestic and powerful.

He clasped his fists with his hands and looked straight ahead, with bright eyes, "The massacre army is ready."

When talking about the serious matters, Lin Chong was not careless and put away his playfulness, "Xing Tian has been cleaned up." (To be continued)


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