Waking up from his sleep, Ling Jinxi swallowed hard, suppressing his throat even more.

"Aren't you just a god-transforming cultivator? Ji Weiliang, are you scared?" The sting of swallowing every word, Ling Jinxi had not yet understood the entanglement of love, hate, and love, and he had not seen the entanglement of life and death, so

Feel the despair of deep love as bitter as the sea of ​​suffering.

"Ji Weiliang, give me another chance. I must not meet you. I obviously still have my own dreams and places I want to go...

It’s great to stay here. If you give me the leader order, I will be the leader of Yuezhou, and I will realize my dream.”

Ling Jinxi closed his eyes hard, and sure enough, the legend of Wanren Mountain was true. When the hair was long enough, the Son of God reached the end of his destiny.

From the initial uneasy and fear, to this moment, Ling Jinxi's heart was only filled with gratitude.

Yes, the leader of Yuezhou will die in North Vietnam.

Ji Weiliang had told him a long time ago that Ji Weiliang had never deceived him.

"Demon Sword, from today on, I will be your master."

At some point, the sky was covered with dark clouds, a blizzard was approaching, and a blizzard was approaching, and everything in the world needed to give in.

After jumping down from the treetops, Ling Jinxi said to the guide merchant under the tree, "You can hurry to the nearest stronghold as soon as possible. As for how many people can be notified, then let it go."

"Ji, Ji Kuisheng, you are..."

"I will not let go of the world and my lover, but the person I love is dying and I have no time to control everyone in the world."

After the words finished, Ling Jinxi had already hidden in the wind and snow.

The blue starry sky changed with the complex curse seals, and finally wrapped around Ling Jinxi's whole body. The demon sword was lifted in his hands. He flew into the dark clouds in the wind.

"The mantra - return to heaven and earth."

The galaxy exploded and scattered into thick clouds.

Ling Jinxi spit out a mouthful of blood and turned into red lightning.

How can a person possess the power of God?

As the son of the god in Wanren Mountain, Ling Jinxi is originally the side of God in the world.

The windy mountains and the yellow sea surging huge waves.

Qianfeng shook his head with a smile, "You are too young, how can you control the power of the Dead Sea in Ten Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thous

But so what?

Anyway, it's all boring.

Anyway, it's so boring together.

"I'm also looking forward to you and returning to this sea."

The Dead Sea is divine power, destiny, love and hate, huge waves, and boundless karma fire. As long as the person who owns it wants, it can be anything.

Of course, it can also turn into thick clouds and cause heavy snow in Yuezhou.

In the thick clouds, Ling Jinxi opened his arms, and the last star was in his arms. It was his life star and the foundation for his hard work for many years.

"Demon Sword, recognize the master."

Accompanied by the rumbling thunder, the blue lightning struck the abolition of demon sword with a dark red halo.

Since it is called the Demon Sword, it will naturally not be so easily surrendered. It rushed towards the lightning and easily cut it off.

Ling Jinxi didn't expect the world-famous demon sword to recognize his master so easily.

"You live in my divine bone cultivation. I don't care if you don't recognize me, but now it's different. You must recognize me as your master!"

Winter thunder rolled, and lightning fell on the demon sword, but it still refused to surrender.

It must not go to the Dead Sea!

"The divine bone is refining, but it becomes a demon sword. You need divine bones to repair it, so what you fear the most is also divine bones." Ling Jinxi is very smart, he is very delicate. He has insight into everything around him and ignores everything.

If he hadn't met Ji Weiliang, if he hadn't been moved by her loneliness and courage, he might have gone to his dream without hesitation.

But if you meet, you will meet, and if you regret it, you will just talk about it.

The stars on his chest shattered a scar, and Ling Jinxi's blood turned into thousands of red lines, tied up the demon sword that wanted to escape.

"Stop struggling, recognize your master. This is a sky of thousands of miles, surrounded by thick clouds transformed from the Dead Sea. Here, I am the god of Wanren Mountain."

The demon sword is injured and can rely on the frozen things to devour its ability to repair it, but everything here belongs to Ling Jinxi. Even if the demon sword tries its best to break free from Ling Jinxi's blood shackles, it still cannot escape the fate of being swallowed by the Dead Sea of ​​Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thousand Ten Thous

Either recognize your master or disappear forever!

But how can it be willing?

How could it be willing to do it!

When the first snow fell in Hongcheng, the black ice beside Ji Weiliang also broke.

Under the siege of hundreds of disciples of the Xianxi Temple, she slowly stood up straight and stood on the Xuanbing Platform.

The broken black ice was like a broken flower bud, and she stood in it and slowly opened her eyes.

The terrifying and weird eyes, without the obstruction of the moonlight brocade, appeared in front of so many people for the first time.

Red eyes, pale pupils, weird and fierce.

Ji Weiliang half-opened her eyes, and she stretched out her hand and caught the falling snowflakes under the siege of countless spiritual magic weapons.

"It's snowing. It's time to watch a snow before death, so I can be as good as I wish." Ji Weiliang smiled a little sweetly.

She likes snow. When she faced the flame dragon change, her wish was to watch another snow.

Close the palm of your hand, melt the snow in your palm, and take the slight coolness back into your heart.

She had already sensed that the cultivators from Yuezhou had already arrived outside the barrier of Hongcheng.

She has no time, and Xianxi Hall has no time.

"Catch her!" As Elder Zhu took action, countless disciples of the Immortal Xi Temple also rushed towards Ji Weiliang.

What a pity that there should be a heavy snow today. We should bake pancakes and cook tea around the stove. Then, while tasting tea, eating pancakes and watching the snow.

Instead of fighting and killing here for the selfishness of Venerable Chihong.

Ji Weiliang closed his eyes.

The evil spirits around her rushed into her body crazily.

The evil spirits of the entire Hongcheng rushed here.

"This madman!" Elder Zu cursed and slapped Ji Weiliang Tianling with his palm.

With a palm falling, Ji Weiliang knelt down suddenly, vomiting blood in his mouth.

Thousands of miles away, the demon sword trembled and no longer struggled. It wanted to find her. It had been with her since she was young, and how could it not be by her side at this time?

Invisible forces trembled with the blade of the demon sword, sad and sad.

A crack appeared again on the blade.

As the most outstanding sword cultivator, the knife will be cut off, and the knife will be cut off.

Elder Zu screamed strangely, but could not pull his hands.

"Spiritual power! My spiritual power! This monster can devour people's spiritual power!"

In the Five Elements Evil Spirit Formation, Hong Li's Evil Soul laughed, she did it!

She did it!

As the lord of Hongcheng, even if she dies, she will avenge the thousands of people in Hongcheng!

Whether it is Ji Weiliang or Xianxitang, they are all sinners who have caused Hongcheng to be destroyed!

Sinners should atone for their sins by death.

It is a matter of living people to forgive these people. A dead person like her only knows how to fight against teeth and blood.

Under Ji Weiliang's feet, the ice seat began to grow wildly.
Chapter completed!