Chapter 45 Clear Water Deep in the Heart (Please accept,!!)

At this time, Xi Tong also stood up with Shura. His eyes were red, he clenched Shura's hand, and stared at Xuan Ming word by word, "Master, can you believe my perception?"

"What's wrong? Master naturally believes it." Shura was surprised and then nodded convincedly. As a disciple, although his talent perception rarely senses things, once he senses it, it is extremely accurate.

Talent perception, a kind of talent power that is endowed with the birth of life. It has a very effective perceptual ability. You can feel some dangers to yourself or your relatives in the future.

However, that time in the thunder prison, he failed to sense his father's danger. Because of this, Xi Tong blamed himself.

"Ha ha, then kill him immediately!" Xi Tong smiled and then pointed to Xuan Ming and said word by word.

At the moment when he was just thrown out by the hurricane, he strongly sensed a huge crisis, and it was this person who would endanger his life!

"Master, if we can't kill him today, one day we will all die at his hands!" Xi Tong's eyebrows were smiling, but what he said was gloomy and bloodthirsty.

This is the third time, and this is the third time he has sensed the danger of Xuanming, and this time, he will never let him go. Otherwise, maybe the person who will die in the future will really be himself!

"Don't worry, Tong'er, this will help you solve him as a teacher!" Practice patting Tong's shoulder, and then sneer,

On this side, Xuan Ming looked at them warily. Although the two sides were a little far apart, he could also faintly hear some.

Perception? Talent perception? Xuan Ming's face remained unchanged, but he was secretly surprised. He didn't expect that the person in front of him tried to kill him again and again because of that sense of talent!

However, this perception is really effective. One day, he must kill them!

Although it is not easy for him to kill and abuse, he also has a bottom line. And the person in front of him touched his bottom line again and again! They must die!

Just thought of this, Shura was already in his hand. He shouted, and the wand was red and bloody pressure, oppressing Xuan Ming's mind.

In an instant, Xuan Ming only felt that the air around him was getting thinner and thinner, and his breathing became more and more difficult. A disgusting smell of blood surrounded him, making it difficult for him to avoid, and he could only be forced to inhale this disgusting breath. With the inhalation of the bloody smell, under the pressure of pressure, Xuanming only felt that his whole body breath gradually boiled.

Xuan Ming has a pale face. He frowned and stared at Shura.

This pressure is the same magic power as Xitong's counter-blood spell. But when he performed it, it was indeed much more domineering.

"What about hegemony?" Xuanming sneered, clenched his sword, and began to release his spiritual power to resist the strong pressure of Shura.

Xuanming is the spirit of the holy water of the wilderness. The spiritual power he released is also like holy water, clean and thorough, mixed with a light fragrance of clear water.

With the release of Xuanming's spiritual power, waves of light blue breeze gradually burst from Xuanming's body, blowing away, and entangled with the red light of Shura. Light and wind are not the same thing, and there is no intersection at all. However, Xuanming's breeze gradually began to materialize with the burst of Xuanming's spiritual power, and the blue light gradually became stronger and stronger.

Xuan Ming's white clothes were gradually blown away by the wind. With the emission of the elegant fresh water, it gradually materialized, like a strong blue light, gradually shining on the whole poor mountain.

He is purifying my bloodthirsty red light! Shura was shocked, and the blue veins of his hand holding the wand burst, and then shouted loudly to increase the input of spiritual power. For a moment, the red light was great!

The red light is like a wave, surging and surging towards Xuanming. In an instant, the poor mountains and dark clouds were at the top, and layers of cumulus rolled endlessly, steaming and rolling like waves, and then gradually becoming extremely red. A smell of fishy smell surged with the wind and swept across the whole poor mountain in an instant.

Poor mountains, gusts of wind, ghost crying and wolves howling everywhere. In a while, it seemed to have fallen into the devil's prison, which was very terrible.

However, all this can no longer attract Xuan Ming's attention. Xuan Ming closed his eyes and frowned, and his hand holding the long sword couldn't help tightening. In his pale hands, blue veins squirmed.

It's boring, so boring!

Xuan Ming's closed eyes and his eyes turned. Cold sweat is coming out. At this time, with the release of his spiritual power, he suddenly felt heavy and stuffy as if he were being pressed by a big stone. He couldn't help but lift the big stone. However, his strength will only make the big stone press harder.

However, at this time, he was reluctant to give up.

Because whenever he lifts the big stone hard, he can always clearly feel the sound of flowing water from the depths of his heart. It made him feel familiar and friendly with the sound of running water.

Whenever his heart is pressed to the extreme by the big stone, he can feel that deep in his heart, there will be a cold ** flowing out, much like a kind of clean water.

Somehow, he just thought it was a stream of clear water.

When that stream of water flows out, it will quickly flow through the meridians of the whole body. Refreshing, lazy and comfortable, spread all over the body with the flow of clear water. Then there was a feeling of full spiritual power, which made him feel so comfortable that he couldn't help shouting.

And these are not comparable to the depression of the heart being suppressed. It is a kind of comfort and warmth that returns to the mother's arms.

This comfort and warmth, as well as the full spiritual power, couldn't help but attract him, so that he couldn't help but want to suppress the big stone and take out the clear water contained in his heart.

This feeling made Xuanming frown.

Reason told him that he could not do this. With extreme suppression, maybe he can get all the water, but he doesn't allow himself to do this when he doesn't know what the consequences of doing so.

Although the clear water is in his body, he doesn't know what it is. This is a danger to him.

Xuan Ming frowned and couldn't help shouting, trying to pull the gradually indulgent consciousness back to reality.

However, what he didn't know was that with his shouting, the poor mountain, which had been surrounded by red light, suddenly shook violently.

At the edge of the sky, there are thunderstorms.

"Ah!"

With another loud shout, Xuan Ming's hand holding the sword couldn't help tightening again. He only heard the "ka" sound of the long sword, and with Xuan Ming's tightening, it suddenly shattered. And the cumulus clouds in the sky also seem to be responding to Xuanming, churning more fiercely. Waves of lightning and thunder made Shura, who was emitting red light, couldn't help but turn pale.

Look at such a mysterious. Shura's eyes gradually became red, and he couldn't help flashing fiercely. He was even more convinced of Xi Tong's words.

"Ha!"

Shura shouted, added strength, and waved his wand to release more and stronger red light. Another disgusting smell came out. Xiao Xiang and others on the ground couldn't help but look pale and disgusting.

However, no matter how disgusting the smell is, Xuan Ming can't smell anything at this time. He is still addicted to his mind, entangling with the desire to get out of that stream of water**.

On Xuanming's closed eyes, he frowned and clenched his hands. His nails had fallen deeply into the palms of his hands, and a trace of light red blood slowly flowed out along his nails.

Deep in the heart, the water is still pips and flowing slowly.

No, if you don't come out, I'm afraid it's a curse or a blessing!

Xuanming's clenched hand tightened again. He could feel that the meridians in his body were moistened by water and were full of strong spiritual power. If you continue to absorb it endlessly, the consequence will only be that the meridians will burst and die!

"Ah!"

Xuan Ming couldn't stop shouting again, and his voice became louder and louder, and the sound stirred the red clouds around him. Then it crossed the red clouds and resounded through the world.

"Ah!!"

Xuan Ming exerted his hands hard again and raised his head and shouted. With a "bang", the red clouds around Xuanming rolled fiercely, and then a bunch of blue bright light pierced the red clouds, illuminating the whole poor mountain surrounded by clouds and fog.

The poor mountain trembled again, and then, with the shining light, a sad ghost crying and howling suddenly rose. Those red lights, as if they had touched a natural enemy, trembled violently and couldn't help retreating.

However, it's too late. I only heard a "sneer" sound, and the red light swept by the bright light seemed to roll sharply, and unexpectedly began to thick smoke and steam.

With the spread of the light, the red light of the whole poor mountain began to steam. The poor mountain was instantly surrounded by red fog and blue light, and wolf smoke rolled. Only three feet around Xuanming, the blue light shines and is spotless.

"Come out of the mud without staining, Zhuo Qinglian but not demon..." Xiao Xiang stared at Xuanming in the layers of red fog, read a sentence, and then shook her head and smiled, "No, Qinglian is not so domineering..."

In the rolling red fog, Xuan Ming is still addicted to consciousness. There was a tug-of-war with the consciousness of indulgence. At this moment, he is not clear about the surrounding world. What's more, every time they reach a high point of consciousness, how shocking it is for Shura and others.

Xuanming in the red fog, the white robe hunted and rolled with the wind. With his battle with consciousness, a trace of resolute and domineering breath stimulated everyone's sight through the blue light.

Out of the sea of consciousness, Xuan Ming only felt that his spiritual power was full, and even his heart, which was slightly muffled by the great injury of vitality, became relaxed and comfortable.

Is this the feeling of strength? Xuanming smiled, slightly opened his five fingers, and then slowly clenched it. Listening to the "crackling" air suppressed by spiritual power, he couldn't help laughing. This is the feeling of power!

With this power, does he need to escape again?

Xuan Ming hooked his lips and looked at Xi Tong, who looked at him coldly in the distance, showing a smile and an evil and mocking smile.

He lost this man twice. One of them almost killed him. This time, even if it is his master, he will still fight them and escape!

Thinking of this, Xuan Ming couldn't help clenching his hands again. A spiritual power was released with the clenched hands. The blue light suddenly spread from his body to the surroundings, like the morning sun in a mass of red clouds!