No one saw that after Ji Lingxue left, in the bottomless pit, he was standing there like a ghost.

She was hunched over and was originally short, but now she looked even smaller.

He leaned on a dead wooden cane, his face full of folds left by time.

She was wearing a black robe, dragging the robe to the ground, wearing a hat on her robe, and wearing it on her head, and almost all her teeth had fallen off.

An old lady of this age should see the vicissitudes of the world, the hustle and bustle of the world, and let go of her competitive spirit when she was young.

Know the helplessness of wanting but not getting.

Being calm and resentful and hatred will only hurt others and yourself in the end.

You should also understand the sadness of falling in love but falling inseparable.

If you cannot get what you want, you will meet with enemies and hate, and you will be separated from love.

The three hardships of life, the young doll smiled when she heard it, and the old man who stepped into the coffin with half his foot just smiled when she heard it.

But the one who smiled before was ignorant of the world, while the other who smiled after was the loneliness and sadness of life.

There are 100,000 mountains in southern Xinjiang, where there are witch clans hidden, and they cannot escape from the world.

This person is the current high priest of the witch clan.

The old lady staggered and came to the dry well, sat on the edge of the well, singing a song that mortals would never hear in ancient words and strange tunes.

Once again and again...

Singing from late night until dawn.

In the deep well, the pink skeleton killed the dead and finally spoke: "You are the most annoying one of the high priests of the witch clan in history."

The high priest stopped singing and smiled and said, "Among the high priests of the witch clan, I am the only one who violates the ancestral teachings and is willing to let you out."

Shihong: "You'd better die this heart, I can't promise you."

The high priest shook his head and sighed: "In the well, are you lonely? Lonely? Cold?"

Shi Hong was silent for a long time: "That little girl, can she really break the iron chain?"

High Priest: "Can."

Shihong: "What is your disciple, what is her origin?"

High Priest: "I don't know."

Shi Hong: "Haha, don't know, or don't want to say it?"

The high priest sat on the edge of the well, facing the deep well, looking at the sky, smiling slightly.

Shi Hong snorted coldly: "What are the benefits for you to resurrect the white-haired witch with my corpse?"

High Priest: "She can destroy the world."

Shihong: "But she destroyed the world, and the sins are on me, so I am destined to be unable to ascend to the Heavenly Court."

High Priest: "But you are free."

After a long time, she smiled and said, "The moon is very bright tonight. The girl's roasted rabbit meat is very fragrant. There is a kind of wild fruit in the mountains, which is sweet and delicious. There are fish swimming in the water, flowing down the river, and heading straight to the South China Sea. The birds in the sky are free and free... and you can't feel these, or even, you can never feel them."

Shi Hong's voice was cold: "You are the worst in all the high priests."

The high priest was stunned for a long time and sighed long: "The saint has said that when a person is born, he is good in nature. Who wants to be a bad person?"

Shi Hong: "Get out!"

The high priest stood up, hunched his back, leaning on a crutch, slowly walked forward, his body trembling, and did not look back, but said lightly: "This world owes me too much! This world owes me too much! This world owes me too much..."

Repeat one sentence.

The voice was plain and gentle at first, and the tone was getting higher and higher, almost mad and shrill!

The hunched and short back looked weak and invincible, but the sounds of "I owe me too much in this world" contain endless murderous intent.

The murderous aura gathered above the head into dark clouds, covering ten miles of the sky and the sun without seeing the moonlight.

...

...

In the northern suburbs of Jiangcheng, fifty acres of Taoyuan.

In the middle of the night, strong winds broke out.

Ma San and Yun Wuxian ran out of the wooden house and saw only a long group of zombies standing in front of them.

Ma San felt dry mouth, swallowed his saliva, and smiled and said, "Sir, you are back."

Huang Xiaoyu nodded.

Cha Xiaolou looked up and down at Yun Wuxian with a smirk.

Yun Wuxian felt a little embarrassed when she saw him: "What are you looking at?"

Cha Xiaolou: "Hey, Yun Wuxian, the person you like is Ji Lingxue?"

Yun Wuxian's eyes lit up suddenly. Some people, with just one name, were enough to make the other person ecstatic: "Have you seen her?"

Cha Xiaolou: "I saw it. I'm very beautiful, with a high level of cultivation, and a person with temperament..."

Yun Wuxian was as proud as a child, smiling foolishly: "Of course, the person I, Yun Wuxian, like is of course the most beautiful person in the world."

Cha Xiaolou curled his lips: "Tsk, I mean, are you worthy of others?"

The smug smile on Yun Wuxian's face suddenly stiffened.

He was stunned for a long time, turned around and went back to the room, took out the peach wood sword, shaped the sword, licked the sword with his tongue, and started dancing the sword...

Huang Xiaoyu saw it and frowned slightly.

The sword danced and the wind blew, and the spiritual power between heaven and earth was quickly sucked into the body. It was actually more than five times stronger than before leaving.

Yun Wuxian's bloodline in the underworld is actually increasing, becoming stronger and stronger.

If not, he should have easily entered the Tao.

Cha Xiaolou: "Yun Wuxian, okay, are you crazy again?"

Yun Wuxian: "She promised me that if I defeated her with a sword, I would be with me."

Cha Xiaolou was stunned for a moment and laughed: "Yun Wuxian, stop practicing swords. You will never beat her in your life. Using a sword is even more impossible. She is the only disciple of Su Hongling of Wuji Mountain. What Wuji Mountain is best at is using a sword. She clearly rejects you."

Yun Wuxian had a calm face, didn't speak, and kept dancing with his sword.

Huang Xiaoyu looked quietly for a while.

No sound.

Cha Xiaolou was wrong. Above the Nine Heavens, the inheritance of the sword immortal Li Mubai, even if he learned a little bit of fur, he was definitely not comparable to Wujishan's swordsmanship.

But Yun Wuxian wanted to use swordsmanship to defeat Ji Lingxue, who could be promoted to the God Transformation Stage at any time, without ten years of hard work, there was no possibility of it.

The spiritual power he absorbed by his sword dancing was unable to refine his body, and could only fight against the uterine bloodline in his body in exchange for vitality.

The bloodline of the Yin Si is getting stronger and stronger, and the possibility of him entering the Tao with a sword is lower.

Of course, he has no intention of interfering in the emotional affairs between others.

Nowadays, it is the most important thing to improve one's own strength.

He turned around and prepared to enter the wooden house.

At this moment, Ma San spoke: "Sir, Situ You has come to the news. Your phone cannot be connected. Let me pass on the message to you."

He handed over his cell phone, and the above messages from Situ You: On June 9th, the father of Dingyou year knelt under the old ginkgo tree outside Wuchen cliff, asking Wuchen cliff to kill Mr. Wuchen cliff. One day and two nights, Master Wuxin personally received it. On June 11th, Master Wuxin brought two elders to meet the supreme leader. On June 12th, Master Wuxin was ready to go. He met Jiang Qian, the granddaughter of the Xuanwu Chamber of Commerce, and entered Wuchen cliff alone at night. Master Wuxin did not leave Wuchen cliff. His father's brother was kicked out and cursed with a ferocious face...

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!