Chapter 1275

"Either kill Xia Qingchen or reward you to an elder." The Lord of the dark moon said in an indisputable tone.

The purple pupil witch is in pain, like a needle.

One side is the long cherished wish to fight for it all his life, and the other side is the heaviest man in life.

How does she choose?

"My patience is very limited." After a long time without an answer, the voice of the Lord of the dark moon became cold.

The purple pupil witch whispered, "I... Accept the task!"

She has made a choice.

"Swallow the corpse brain pill!" The Lord of the dark moon said indifferently, "within three months, carry Xia Qingchen's head to get the antidote."

If not, the poison will explode and the purple pupil witch will die outside.

Without saying a word, the purple pupil witch swallowed the most frightening poison in the dark moon!

"Go!"

The purple pupil witch got up, hugged her fist and worshipped, and resolutely turned away.

In the house, only the Lord of the dark moon and the forgetful saint in the shadow are left.

"I hope she can erase the feelings in her heart." The Lord of the dark moon sighed.

Purple pupil witch is her favorite and most appreciated saint and the best heir.

She doesn't want the purple pupil witch to ruin her future because of love.

The forgetful Saint came from the shadow. The bright and dark light made her expression invisible: "she won't come back."

In her crystal eyes, there is a trace of unspeakable complexity.

Time flies and half a month passes.

Tiannan city was lost and Bai zhantian died in the border. This news is like a tornado sweeping the land of the three borders!

Mortals far away in zhongyun have heard of it.

But Xia Qingchen, who forgets the dust hill and doesn't ask about the world, knows nothing about it.

This day.

The sky over the hut was black, and there was a cry of wolves and ghosts.

The listener is upset and confused!

If you don't see your mind, you will have fear!

And everything is just Xia Qingchen's star power in the hut!

After a month and a half of hard training, he finally reached the nine senses of the great star position and stood at the top of the great star position!

The vast majority of martial artists will stop here in their lifetime achievements.

Xia Qingchen is only 20 years old and has reached the peak of most martial artists' life!

in the house.

He slowly pressed down his arms and returned to the Xingquan with abundant star power.

The sound of ghosts crying stopped suddenly, and all the ghost gas in the sky dispersed.

"Unfortunately, the ghost spirit is insufficient, and the power of the ghost sound in the heart classic of ghost prison is insufficient." Summer light dust is not without regret.

If he gets more pure ghost Qi, the sound of ghost crying just now is not just disturbing people's mind.

However, it was luck to get those ghost Qi. Xia Qingchen didn't dare to ask for more.

One and a half months of retreat, summer light dust harvest is not shallow.

If you practice for another month, you should be able to accumulate your accomplishments to the peak of the big star position. At that time, you can prepare for breaking through the small moon position.

Thinking of this, Xia Qingchen took out a golden cocoon.

This is the butterfly heart of Yu family. You can improve some accomplishments after using it, but its most important purpose is to guide the opportunity of Xiaoyue.

It's easy to improve cultivation, but it's a rare opportunity for Xiaoyue.

It should be noted that how many people are stuck at the peak of the big star position all their lives and can't enter inch by inch?

While he was looking at it, suddenly, a voice came from the door: "landlord, someone at the foot of the mountain wants to see you. He calls himself the landlord's old friend."

Xia Qingchen put down the butterfly's heart and said calmly, "let him come up."

Not long after, a pale old man walked to the cottage tremblingly. He bent down deeply and worshipped: "disciple Yao doesn't regret, see the teacher."

It turned out that the comer was the king of medicine, and the medicine did not regret.

Xia Qingchen sat in the hut without looking back: "it's you. What's up?"

The medicine at the moment doesn't regret. It should be in Liangzhou city.

Yao Bu regretted bowing and said sadly, "teacher, southern Xinjiang has been occupied!"

Xia Qingchen rubbed the butterfly's heart. His expression was as plain as water without ripples: "Oh."

The medicine didn't regret being stunned. Was that all the teacher's reaction?

In those days, for an inch of mountains and rivers, teachers could lead the purple sky regiment to hunt down millions of heroes thousands of miles away!

Now he is indifferent to the loss of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains in the whole southern Xinjiang?

"Teacher, the army in the south of the building swallows thousands of miles of rivers and mountains like a tiger, and the cold situation is at stake." Yao did not regret bowing his waist deeper: "the disciple begged the teacher to go out of the mountain and save the cool environment."

He firmly believes that the only person in the world who can save the cool environment is Xia Qingchen!

As long as he is willing to go out of the mountain and raise his arms, he can cheer up the morale of the troops in Liangjing, expel the barbarians and recover the mountains and rivers!

Xia Qingchen slowly closed his eyes and said calmly, "my heart has such a mountain name. Forget the dust in the world. Don't ask about earthly sorrow and music. Go back."

He has already decided that he will never ask about the world and concentrate on cultivation.

How cool the environment is has nothing to do with him.

"Teacher!"

"See off!"

The strong man stood in front of Yao Buhui: "adult retreat, please!"

Yao did not regret his old look and cried out sadly: "teacher, do you really care about our cold environment?"

Xia Qingchen was silent.

He once managed, but what was the end?

It's not that I don't care, but that I can't afford it and don't want to manage it anymore.

Get a silent answer, medicine does not regret, as if he was an old teenager, bent over and hobbled down the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain.

You are waiting silently for seven nights and six weeks.

"Doesn't he want to go out?" Looking at Yao Buhui's face, you knew that Yao Buhui couldn't invite Xia Qingchen.

Yao Buhui shook his head: "the teacher doesn't ask about the world."

Don't ask about the world?

On Saturday, the corner of Fang's mouth outlined a trace of bitterness: "the heart is too tired to ask again."

Jun Qiye held a hat and was silent for a long time. Suddenly, he took a long breath and drank an enlightening drink: "Jun Qiye, please the God of war out of the mountain!"

The cry of the mid moon shook the sky and the earth.

Under the strong sound wave, the mountain bamboo forest shook, and the bamboo leaves fluttered and fell.

The sound goes straight into the hut!

As soon as Xia Qingchen waved his hand, the doors and windows were closed and resisted the cry!

"Ask the God of war to come out of the mountain!"

However, another sound roared.

It was Saturday. He and Jun stood at the foot of the mountain and shouted.

The voices of the two middle moons merged and penetrated the doors and windows to reach Xia Qingchen's ears.

The star power in Xia Qingchen's body flows and covers the body surface, completely isolating the sound of shouting.

"Ask the God of war to come out of the mountain!"

But there was still a sound.

And, more and more intense, more and more passionate, more and more majestic!

"Ask the God of war to come out of the mountain!"

"Please God of war..."

"Please..."

Heaven, earth and heaven are all echoing with the same voice.

The hut trembled, the bamboo forest trembled, and countless green leaves danced wildly.

So that the star power of summer light dust could not resist and was forcibly broken.

Xia Qingchen got up, jumped over the bamboo forest, looked down at the foot of the mountain, and his pupils shrank slightly.

But in the dark night, there was a fire dragon lining up along the ridge of the Baili mountain.

There are tens of thousands of people in the cool environment, each holding torches, standing at the foot of the forgotten dust hill.

Snow covered their shoulders and soaked their black hair, but they couldn't hide their persistent faces（ Tomorrow night at five o'clock)