Chapter 1090： Ink House (seeking monthly pass)

Qin Xuan had heard of the friendship between the Emperor of the God Kingdom of Hongdao and Feng Mo in his previous life, but he did not know the details.

Qin Xuan didn't care even if he had never had this friendship.

In the previous life, he was proud of being in the sky of stars, and even though he was reborn, his state of mind was the same as before.

Even, many amazing talents, Mahayana Supreme Destiny can be seen in his eyes.

Mo Yunxing's supreme, eventually fell in the catastrophe.

Let him be supreme and peerless, he will also be transformed into nothingness in the calamity of the years.

Qin Xuan and Xu Shuangxuan walked forward slowly, and Qin Xuan's Yuguang passed by Xu Shuangxuan's slightly painful expression, without mercy.

"Girl, is it painful?" Qin Xuan turned his head and said, looking at Xu Shuangxuan.

Xu Shuangxuan was startled. She didn't expect Qin Xuan to ask about it suddenly. She was slightly stunned and said in a low voice: "What about the pain, without the help of a senior, I'm better off than life!"

There is sadness in her eyes, and Qin Xuan has a leisurely expression.

In his eyes, Xu Shuangxuan is like a sentient being in the realm of comprehension, a very monk, and eight out of them are speculations about their fate.

Xu Shuangxuan was helpless, she was originally a girl in Yunhai City, but what made him appreciate was that Xu Shuangxuan had her own way in her heart.

When she was a slave, she collected spirit crystals and wanted to redeem herself.

When she was a disciple of the Ink Tower, she kept to her own way and did not flatter power.

In the cultivation world, how many monks are there, but so. The stunning talents, the dragon and the phoenix, and the endless creatures in the realm of cultivation, there are a few more.

All beings are sorrowful, seeking immortal suffering, and inquiring about suffering, and they want to gain power and wealth in this mundane world. After the strong come, everything may turn into fly ash.

It is the existence of Xianbang, who does not endure hundreds of millions of times more pain than ordinary people, and finally stands out.

"Girl, you know, when the chain is on your calf, I can save you. However, I won't do it until you endure such pain?" Qin Xuan chuckled lightly. He felt that he had some fate with Xu Shuangxuan. Be kind.

The girl was very bitter, as miserable as this sentient being, but this girl was very lucky and met him again and again, Qin Changqing.

At this point of fate, Qin Xuan will not be stingy.

Xu Shuangxuan was startled, she looked at Qin Xuan, her voice was a little faint, "The predecessors acted unpredictably, Shuangxuan dare not guess!"

She was a little worried, and she didn't know why Qin Xuan said this.

Qin Xuan smiled faintly, "Nothing is unpredictable. The reason why I allow you to suffer is just to make you understand a truth. If you go wrong, you will have to bear the consequences."

"Whether you are because you have no retreat or have no choice, there will never be a savior in this world, who will save you from fire and water all the time. The only one who can save yourself is yourself." Qin Xuan said softly, "You have a destiny with me, but it does not mean that you will be destined with me forever."

"In my eyes, you are like beings, except for this fate, you are not the slightest difference from others."

"Word teaching is worse than empathy after all."

He faintly said: "Next time, don't go wrong, otherwise, it is not someone who is waiting for you, but the reincarnation of hell!"

Xu Shuangxuan's eyes were at a loss, what Qin Xuan said was easy to understand, but Xu Shuangxuan felt very mysterious.

Qin Xuan closed his voice and stopped talking. With a little fate, Qin Changqing was not a great person.

As the two moved slowly, the ink tower was almost in front of them.

This is a street, surrounded by old buildings, completely different from the magnificent place of the imperial capital.

In the depths of this street, there is an underground pavilion.

Other pavilions, either rising from the ground, or floating in the air, only this ink building, as its name, its potential, is deep in the ground, like ink in the water, without the slightest clearness.

Qin Xuan was walking on this street corner. Behind him, many monks' eyes followed. Most of them were just curious. What Qin Xuan planned to do in this Hongdao Emperor's Capital, and some people wanted to cultivate some friendship.

Unfortunately, Qin Xuan never gave them a chance, and he stopped in front of a small shop.

The person in charge of the shop is a woman who is more than 30 years old, and her aftertaste is still there, but deep in her eyes, there is a chilling intent to kill. Ordinary people can't see it. Even if she is a killer, maybe Can detect one or two.

"Oh!" The woman had already noticed the two of them. She never cared about Qin Xuan. The Emperor Hong Dao was so big that Qin Xuan made a lot of noise. The darkness in this corner of the ink building was never heard, but she saw it. Arrived Xu Shuangxuan.

Now Xu Shuangxuan is a sinner, a sinner in the ink building.

There was a trace of regret in the woman's eyes, as if she regretted Xu Shuangxuan's self-surrender.

"Aunt Ming!" Xu Shuangxuan whispered, for this woman, she had never felt any ill feelings, but received a lot of care.

"You shouldn't have come back." Aunt Ming said softly, but after that, her voice was transmitted. Under this shop, there was a nine-story pavilion. There were already disciples of the Ink Tower inside the pavilion.

"There is still three breaths time, you can escape, I don't want to send you to Eviscerate yourself!" Aunt Ming said, she is a generation with **** hands, but she has compassion for Xu Shuangxuan.

Xu Shuangxuan was silent, and she turned her head to look at Qin Xuan. The moment Qin Xuan walked towards the ink building, she seemed to know Qin Xuan's destination.

But she couldn't say anything, and didn't know what Qin Xuan planned to do.

Her life was saved by Qin Xuan, so if she died because of Qin Xuan, Xu Shuangxuan struggled in her heart, and finally the girl smiled in her heart.

Perhaps it is also a causal cycle!

In Xu Shuangxuan's silence, a young girl appeared behind Aunt Ming.

The young girl and Xu Shuangxuan are not much different in age, but their faces are extremely cold, with a pair of eyes, gloating, proud and cheerful, and even more capricious like a girl, and **** killing intent like a killer.

"Xu Shuangxuan, you dare to come back!" The girl's voice was cold and sharp. "I never thought that you would dare to be so stupid that you would take the initiative to snare yourself."

Xu Shuangxuan stared at the girl with a deep resentment in her eyes.

"Lin You, now, are you satisfied?" Xu Shuangxuan's voice was calm, "Even if I suffer the torture of deboning, what can you get? Are you pressing me hard because I don't want to flatter you?"

Lin You couldn't help but sneered, her eyes were mocking, like a cat playing a mouse.

"Xu Shuangxuan, do you know why many people crush bugs? It's not because it bites, not because it is ugly. Just seeing the bugs will make people feel disgusted, disgusted from the heart." Lin Yousen sneered: "And You are like a bug in my eyes, you have never done anything wrong, I just want to run you over."

There was anger in Xu Shuangxuan's eyes, and even Aunt Ming couldn't help but sigh.

The killers in the ink house have different personalities. Lin You's personality is like this. As a killer, it is really not bad.

At this moment, a faint voice sounded.

"Let's go!" Qin Xuan said softly. He walked forward. With just one step, a spiritual light appeared on his finger. Even the Aunt Ming of the Nascent Soul realm had not reacted yet, this spiritual light had already penetrated. Lin You's eyebrows with Jindan middle grade cultivation base.

"She was right, nothing more than a bug, just crush it to death!"

Qin Xuan stepped, Aunt Ming was already murderous, locked in Qin Xuan, the next moment, Qin Xuan in Xu Shuangxuan's stunned eyes, one step, aura like a violent wave, crushed the entire shop, this...

Entrance to the ink house!