Chapter 818： Sixth World: The market is difficult

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This is the sound of a blunt device piercing the body.

Tick ​​... tick ...

Time seems to be frozen.

Qing Chendao slowly lowered his head, looking at his abdomen, watching a young palm pass through his body, he never expected that his first disciple who had just entered the foundation had the ability to break his body. The power of expressing body protection.

Uh.

The blood-filled hand was drawn out and drooped weakly, and this young boy who had attacked his master shivered: "That lamp ... Since I was born, it has never been extinguished. I said, whoever extinguished the lamp, who I killed ... ... even if you are my master, it wo n’t work! "

Song Ning felt very sad. He didn't know whether he hurt because of hurting his master, or because the lamp went out, but in his subconscious, this oil lamp could not be extinguished. This lamp was everything for him.

Song Ning raised his hand, and the palm covered with blood was like a sharp blade, piercing the heart of Qing Chen Dao's heart, but at this moment, suddenly a shadow came to Song Ning.

Familiar breath, familiar face, familiar voice.

"Brother Song Ning!" She held the wick and blocked it in front of Qing Chen Dao: "Brother Song Ning, you look at the wick, it hasn't been extinguished, the wick is not extinguished, can't you just change another lamp?"

In Leng Yuexiao ’s delicate palms, besides the wick and the kerosene, the wick is immortal and emits a faint flame, which hurts her skin, but there is no pain in her joyful eyes. .

The lamp has a wick, the wick is not extinguished, and the light is not scattered.

A person has a heart, a heart does not die, a person does not die.

Song Ning raised his hand to grab the wick, but was stopped by Leng Yuexiao: "Brother Song Ning, you have blood on your hand, don't touch it."

Song Ning shook his hand, shrunk it back, and his mind was like a lightning bolt. It seemed to feel that this situation was somewhat familiar. His blood-stained hand should not touch this wick.

"Kill, kill! Song Ning kills!"

The two fat and thin disciples shouted, but just after their voices shouted, they were depressed by a spiritual force, and this spiritual force was awe-inspiring.

Qing Chen said, covering the wound on his belly, he stood up and sighed bitterly: "You ... let's go."

He was not injured, only because Song Ning did not want to kill with one blow just now. Qing Chen said that he saw Song Ning's obsession and his charity.

The oil lamp, which had been guarding for eleven years, was smashed by him as a master. Song Ning made a murderous attempt, but hesitated. He was ashamed of this kind of heart.

He could feel Song Ning's anger, sadness, and inner struggle, and he also understood that from the moment this oil lamp shattered, he was not worthy of being Master Song Ning.

Song Ning turned his head to look at Qing Chen Dao Dao, and bowed deeply toward Qing Chen Dao Dao: "Farewell, I should have worshipped you. Break the oil lamp, I should have killed you."

At the end of the conversation, Song Ning pulled up Leng Yuexiao, and the two soared in the sky. Song Ning's mind echoed with a thought, and there was Leng Yuexiao flying to the sky.

It's getting taller and colder, and spiritual power is getting thinner.

The air around them squeezed out, and they were simply foundation-built bodies that were extremely difficult to counter.

Baizhang, Qianzhang ...

Three thousand feet, five thousand feet!

"Brother Song Ning, I ..." The wind was too strong, and Leng Yuexiao's voice could only enter Song Ning's ears faintly.

"What?" Song Ning looked at her.

"I'm so happy, Brother Song Ning, I want to be taller, and I want to be taller. I want to see what the end of the world is like."

Song Ning tried his best to pull up Leng Yuexiao and flew to a higher sky ...

After that ...

Xiao Ke did not continue to develop the memory of this life. This may be the most joyful life of the two of them. In this life, there is no sorrow and no farewell, but Song Ning finally failed to follow Leng Yue. Xiao was together, while he hurt Leng Yuexiao, he chased the figure of another woman frantically.

This life is also the only one that Xiao Ke does not want Song Ning to see.

Because the woman chased by Song Ning is her! While Song Ning is constantly chasing Xiao Ke, Leng Yuexiao has been silently guarding behind Song Ning.

Xiao Ke sighed with relief after printing the memory of the sixth generation on the jade paper.

"It's over?" Song Ning said.

Xiao Ke shook his head: "It's not over yet. It's only the sixth generation, and the next three generations haven't."

Song Ning pondered: "Just give me the jade note first, and then I will talk about the rest, outside ... it's fighting."

Xiao Ke's pupil shrank, put away the sadness, and gave Yu Ning to Song Ning, and at the same time used the fairy power to check the outside world.

The outside world does have weak waves, but it does not look like a large-scale attack, but a small-scale attack. The nine-day battlefield is really open. The eighth day is now subdued by Song Ning. Yes, I ’m afraid it ’s not the eighth monk.

"I'll check it out." Xiao Ke rushed out of his body.

"You have just printed your memory, now you have a rest here, and I will look at the things outside." When Song Ning finished talking, her figure had dissipated.

Over the main palace of the Royal Palace, dozens of people are fighting at this time, almost half of them are ninth heavy monks, and the rest ...

Song Ning narrowed his eyes to those who were provoking trouble. They were not the monks of the seventh heaven, but the blood of the Jiaolong family of the eighth heaven, or they learned that the eighth heaven would merge with the ninth heaven. The news, now actually came over.

"Master." Heifeng appeared, clenching his fists: "This matter didn't want to disturb the master. These eighth-eighth heavenly dragons came to make trouble, and I'm suppressing it."

Song Ning squinted at the scene of the fight in front of her, puzzled: "Almost all are spirits, how long will it take to suppress?"

"You don't like killing, and these are the descendants of the Jiaolong tribe that you did not eradicate, so ..."

"All the troublemakers are killed."

As soon as Song Ningxin crossed, he immediately thought of the scene three years ago: "History is surprisingly similar. Three years ago, the fairy monk of the Jiaolong family was near extinction, and the eighth heaven was deterred. The descendants of the Jiaolong family should be used for killing.

The black wind clenched his fist and disappeared in a flicker. When he appeared again, he was already in chaos. He didn't care about his current practice, and in the blink of an eye, he wiped out all the descendants of the Jiaolong family.

This scene, the Eighth Chongtian monks are watching, even though the eighth Chongtian is now protected by Song Ning, but sure enough, if Song Ning is provoked, then it should be destroyed, or it should be destroyed.

Song Ning looked up at the sky, and his voice was like an arrow: "Any troublemaker, no matter who it is, will die. Eight or nine celestial monks, come to my palace hall quickly, there is something to discuss."

At the end of the conversation, Song Ning turned around and returned to the main hall of the Palace of the Fallen Kingdom, sitting in a dragon chair, waiting for the monks to come.

【Author's Digression】: 1/5