Chapter 851 The Choice of Song Shi and Nangong

Ji Qingcheng, the Qingyu Venerable who sat cross-legged on a huge white lotus in the extreme snow city, opened her bright and vicissitudes of beautiful eyes, and at this time she had never changed color for many years.

There was also a little bit of unconcealable surprise.

After being surprised, Ji Qingcheng's face had a bit of complex thought, and it was even somewhat unacceptable.

"How is it impossible?" Ji Qingcheng murmured, and the person disappeared above the white lotus and appeared again. He was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, not moving at all, in front of Ji Wushuang, who was like a dead person.

Ji Qingcheng's steps moved slightly, and he easily stepped into the spiritual formation trapping Ji Wushuang, sat in front of Ji Wushuang, and stretched out his white and tender hands to touch Ji Wushuang's flawless cheeks.

"Shuang'er, is this why you don't want to?"

Ji Wushuang didn't speak, just sat cross-legged like a statue. If I hadn't looked carefully, I could see the slight ups and downs of Ji Wushuang's chest. I thought Ji Qingcheng was talking to the ghost.

"I didn't expect that I could take a look. Shuang'er, but now it has reached this point. Even if you don't want to, you have no way to go. Shuang'er, if you still have obsession, then I'll bring her here.

Meet you.”

Ji Qingcheng's expression was gentle, like a kind elder, who cares about Ji Wushuang's cheeks, and his tone of speaking seemed to be coaxing a baby lightly.

Ji Wushuang still didn't move.

Ji Qingcheng lowered his eyes and saw a strand of white hair that he fell on his hand. Then he slowly withdrew his hand and picked up his completely white hair, with a complicated expression.

"Look, even me is still not able to resist the strength of time. Alas, I promised you that I will definitely make you willingly. Please wait a little longer."

With this faint sigh, the Jiuji Han Yin Cave returned to its original tranquility. Ji Qingcheng's figure disappeared, leaving only Ji Wuxue sitting cross-legged, her fingers hanging on her knees seemed to shake slightly.

one time.

At the same time.

Song Shi, a spiritual formation in the Southern Song Dynasty, stood at the door of the Medicine King Pavilion in Tianlong City accompanied by Nangong Liusha, and looked up at the plaque with three words "Pharma" with a quiet and tough face.

"Ah Shi, have you really decided? Once this matter is made public, the Tianlong Continent will inevitably fluctuate. At that time, you can't even want to look back."

Nangong Liusha looked worried and complicated.

"Ah, since Master Youxian has passed away, it is impossible to end this matter. Even Master Youxian has died in this matter, and this matter is not something you and I can bear at all!"

Listening to the sincere admonition of his friends in his ears, Song Shi's eyes as pure as glass did not even shake a trace of sway, and he summoned something with his backhand.

This object can be seen to be made of excellent spiritual beast leather and rolled into a roll.

But because it was rolled up, I couldn't tell what it was.

"Nangong, this matter is something that the master has to accomplish even if he tries his life. Since I am my master's disciple, I must inherit his will and fulfill his last wish. Even if he is like a master, Song Shi would not regret it."

Song Shi turned his head and looked at Nangong Liusha carefully: "Don't participate in this matter, I can go alone. Nanming is not suitable for participating in this matter now. You know, how serious the consequences of this matter are, if so

Yes, you can go back to Nanming as soon as possible and make arrangements as soon as possible. I am very grateful to you for sending me here. Let me walk alone in the next road."

After saying this, Song Shi walked into the Yaowang Pavilion with firm steps.

Nangong Liusha also heard Song Shiqinglang's voice coming.

"Song Shi, a disciple of Youxian, asked to see the second prince, and inform him of important matters. Please report it to me."

The complex expression on Nangong Liusha's face was indescribable. He wanted to keep up with Song Shi, and then he took back the steps he had finally raised. Finally, he sighed, did nothing, looked up at the blue one

sky.

Song Shi was right. Nangong Liusha represented the first clan of the Southern Ming Kingdom, the Nangong family. He wanted to take over the position of head of the family. This time he could accompany Song Shi to return to the Southern Song Dynasty and accompany Song Shi to send Master You Xian to

Let's go and accompany Song Shi back to Tianlong City. It was Nangong Liusha who was doing his best as a friend.

Next, Nangong Liusha had no reason to delay the time to return to the Nangong family to inherit the position of head of the family.

Song Shi told him unreservedly that he wanted to return to Nanming so that he could take the Nangong family and lead the Nanming Kingdom to prepare early in order to deal with the next major changes!

"Who can protect himself by the great troubles in the world?"

As this sentence was said, Nangong Liusha's expression that had been hesitating suddenly turned into the perseverance of the Song Dynasty.

Then Nangong Liusha looked at Yaowang Pavilion deeply, then turned around decisively and left Yaowang Pavilion Square.

The barrier formation began to work, and the only three remaining venerables in the Tianlong Continent changed their colors one after another.

Feng Qing, who had no idea that the barrier formation was caused to the operation of the divine formation, was also facing the central formation eyes, changing color, and extremely painful.

With Feng Qing's strength, he forced his eyes to see the already-moving Xuanyuan Sword, which was undoubtedly the best, hitting the stone with an egg. So Feng Qing felt that the sea of ​​consciousness was almost broken, and even the Dantian Jishan began to shake wildly.

"The Xuanyuan Sword was standing here and sleeping for thousands of years. Once you wake up, you can see the spiritual practitioners in the Spirit King realm. I don't know what it means!"

Feng Qing had long suppressed the source of anger, and he didn't miss the opportunity at all, and he was crazy about Feng Qing's overestimation.

Feng Qing spitted out a mouthful of blood, but she didn't feel relaxed, but became even more dizzy and wanted to continue spitting out a second mouthful of blood.

Feng Qing heard the source of evil words and suddenly felt a stubbornness. He swallowed the blood that had reached his throat. He stabbed himself two more needles and threw two spiritual pills to his body.

Come over.

The sleeping Xuanyuan Sword has already exuded supreme pressure, and the now awakened Xuanyuan Sword is naturally not something Feng Qing can see. But Feng Qing has to do so.

Feng Qing doesn't regret paying such a great price to peek at this glance.

Because of this glance, she really made her reach what was going on with the central array eye.

That's right, although the price is very high, Feng Qing swept the central spiritual array that was operating at this moment into his mind in just a moment.

Now, not only the stars on the dome are rotating rapidly, but the world's various patterns on the yellow earth are changing rapidly at an astonishing speed. The content of the transformation is the craziest operation of the ancient scene originally depicted, which will bring about the past tens of thousands of years.

All the changes were revealed.

The originally peaceful world map began to war, and then the gods fought, and the winners and the consequences were won and the anger arose.

The gods set up barrier formations, and no grass grew in the Tianlong Continent. It gradually became more and more vital, and there were humans again, and there was a prosperous world again, until spiritual practitioners appeared again.

Feng Qing frantically recalled the content of the moment, and there were some hidden scenes in her mind, intersecting and blending into one.
Chapter completed!