Chapter 19 Long Fog and White Forest

At this time, she couldn't help but hurt herself and delay her to find Li Miaohua. Qi Miao had made up her mind and made a fierce attack. The cold water sword was like a flash of lightning, and with a lot of strength, she stabbed the crane straight through. The sword power was beyond her, but she did not enter the land behind her.

The crane screamed and spit out a mouthful of blood. His chest was not even blood red, and he was stained with a white gown. He sighed and said no more. He was about to pull out the cold water sword, but he seemed to suddenly raise his left hand, grasped the body of the cold water sword fiercely, and only heard him struggle to say, "Zhang Xianzi...you...wait ..."

"Hmm?" Qi Miao heard that Suhe no longer called himself a demon, but called Zhang Tingwan's name. After looking at his eyes, she only felt that the full hatred and cruelty in his previous naked eyes had gradually dissipated, and a clear spirit appeared in Su He's eyes.

It turned out that Qi Miao's blow extinguished the vitality of the crane, but it finally woke it up in madness. At this moment, an extraordinary look and anger appeared on its face. Qi Miao was clear in his heart that this person had reached the moment of return to the light. Now that he has reached this juncture, it is useless to apologize to him, and he still waste that precious time. In the meantime, she could only sigh and say, "Mr. Su He, what else do you have to say?"

"Cough...Cough..." Suhe coughed out two mouthfuls of blood and struggled to say, "My four swords are divided into correcting me, going on the road, repairing and benefiting, and can recognize the aura... You can use them to break through this maze and find the demon of the main array..."

"Oh?" Qi Miao's heart moved. It turned out that the people of the previous military alliance were confident and broke into this maze. Relying on these four swords to recognize the aura of heaven and earth, she nodded and listened more carefully.

"That demon... Special skills... The body is full of wood... His eyes... his eyes..." Suhe tried to go on several times and struggled to lift his energy, but he couldn't lift it up.

"Brother Suhe, don't worry, say it slowly..." Qi Miaoxin said that if Li Miaohua was here, he might be able to use the precious Miyuan Dan of West Kunlun to continue his life for a moment. However, he was alone at this time, but he had no choice but to comfort him.

"His face... You will definitely look at his face..." At this time, Su He coughed violently, and the hand holding the body of the cold water sword was already bloody and red. His body trembled, making his chest rub through the cold water sword and tear the wound. However, Su He could not take care of all this for a long time. His tone was rapid, and he struggled for the last strength and shouted loudly: "Remember...don't look into his eyes...don't look..."

He suddenly stood up and finally said, "Please report to my brothers..."

Before he finished speaking, his eyes were distracted and his head fell heavily on the ground.

Qi Miao stared at his face for a moment and whispered, "Brother Suhe, your swordsmanship is excellent..."

"You and I have never been born, and the hatred of the people of the military alliance... I allow you to kill this person..." Zhao Zhongyue, who burned to ashes, appeared in her mind, the idiot and Qin Xuehan who disappeared for no reason. Li Miaohua, who didn't know what the situation was now, thought in her heart, and there was a sound in her mouth, as if to comfort the crane, and seemed to say to listen to herself.

At this time, it was quietly quiet. The vast white fog that had disappeared under the excitement of the two people's previous fight surged over again. Qi Miao reached out and stroked the eyes of the crane, sighed again, and pulled out the cold water sword with strength in her hand.

But when I saw the fog swallowing, it was vast everywhere. When I looked up, there was only a light and bright white spot in the sky, which could be faintly distinguished from the day. Qi Miao's heart gushed out a burst of loneliness for no reason. I only felt that the heroes of the world were dead, and only the blood-stained skin remained here alone by this The vast world is devoured. Even if the idle fool finds it, who knows his past name?

She suppressed the surging mind and looked around. The four swords that had been broken by the crane were scattered around. At this time, it was also covered by the fog.

However, looking over, I saw a bright blue light shining not far away in the vast fog. Seven wonderfully waved his hand and called it. A half-broken sword flashed and was summoned by it and held in his hand.

She was happy. It turned out that in the previous blow, there was still one of Suhe's four swords that fortunately lost its spirituality, but she didn't know that it was the sword in the right me, the road, Xiuqi and Pingyi. When she looked at it, she saw that the light on the sword was dim and sounded low, as if she was mourning the pain of the death of the master...

She urged the cold water and true qi, tightly wrapped the half of the sword and injected mana into it. It was not until a moment before she raised her hand and threw it into the fog.

I only heard a buzz, and a trace of blue light floated in the thick milky white fog, as if a moonlight penetrating from the ethereal clouds, which was indescribably soft and confused. Qi Miao took away the cold water sword and stood up with her hands. Looking at it, the faint green light slowly lit up and quietly floated somewhere in front of her.

Qi Miao followed closely after the blue light, broke through the thick fog, and didn't know how long it took, and finally came to a place.

The blue light here is stagnant, but the fog is still strong. Looking at Qi Miao from afar, I can only see the edge of the thick fog in front of me. It is a Dharma altar. Looking at the outline in the fog, I only feel that the Dharma altar is about a wide platform, three or four feet long, and there is a person dragging a wide robe on it. The hazy figure was cross-legged and silent.

"This is the master..." Qi Miaoxin said, "But I don't know who he is. He pretends to be a ghost here, but let me expose him..."

She thought that in her hand, the clear light, which had stopped quietly not far from her, suddenly rose, and in an instant turned into dozens of swords, roaring and roaring towards the knee-sitting person.

It turned out that the previous seven magic spells stimulated the water cold and true qi that had been injected into the half-cut sword. This blow was used by the Binghe broken sword, but I don't know whether it was intention or not. The person who felt the owner of the broken sword was in front of him, and his body was full of inexplicable sword for a moment.

At this time, he only heard the quiet man laugh, raised his right arm out, and blocked the dozens of sword spirit that had been shot. The broken sword hidden in the sword spirit, like a flash of lightning, and came quickly. The man didn't care. He gently poked out his two fingers of his left hand, which was faster than lightning. Suddenly, he pinched the broken sword. Sword body.

He only heard another long smile and said, "I don't expect this sword to attack. Previously, the four swords were on together and couldn't hurt me, but now I have only been breaking the sword, but what can I do?"

Qimao only heard him shout, and the true air flowed all over his body, and the turbulent milky fog dissipated in an instant. At this time, when she stared at it, she was really surprised.

I saw this man standing on an earthy method altar, surrounded by various colors of flags. He was wearing a dark red silk sleeve robe, with delicate and shiny clothes, and the dress was even more gorgeous. The two clothes at the front collar were pleated with broad gold edges, like two waterfalls hanging down. And the wide coat is embroidered with blooming and red peonies, which look more rich and gorgeous and magnificent.

The man's fingers were slender, and one hand was kicking his chest and pinching Suhe's dagger. He laughed, and his fingers suddenly exerted strength, but he heard the sad cry of the broken sword and was pinched twice. Its spirituality suddenly disappeared and fell silently on the altar.

Poor this military alliance crane has left no trace in heaven and earth, and has been swallowed up by the thick fog.

When Qi Miao first saw the person's figure, there was a sense of ominous in her heart. She looked up. Sure enough, half of the person's face was as moist as the autumn moon. A star's eyes were bright, but the outer half of his face was covered with a thin layer of ice, which entangled half and froze. The expression of looking at it firmly froze, which only looked extremely horrible.

Qi Miao was shocked and couldn't help asking, "Ji Lingmu, since it's you..."

It turned out that this was the spirit tree that was taken to Gusu Lingyan Mountain by Xiao Tianxu in the past. This thing was originally the most precious treasure of Western Kunlun. If it can be used to prolong his life, Mr. Jingliu stole it out of the chaos and spent his whole life trying to move his soul to the divine tree. However, he calculated, but It was contrary to expectations. In the end, the soul was destroyed, leaving only the lifelong power and memory to be copied on this spiritual tree, making the latter mistakenly think that he was the real static flow.

Qi Miao thought in her heart that on that day, the Taoist leader Ling Zongyun and the demonist Xiao Tianxu and himself also had an encounter with this spirit god tree. It had been many days since he absorbed the cold water in his body and quietly disappeared, but for some reason, he was still alive and exiled here again.

She was surprised and didn't know how to deal with it, but the spirit tree over there laughed again and said, "Zhang Xianzi, you came so late, let Jingliu wait for a long time..."

"Oh?" Seeing that this spiritual tree still thought that she was a quiet stream, Qi Miao suddenly felt a burst of sadness in her heart. She sneered and couldn't help asking, "You have been waiting for me for a long time, but it doesn't seem to be old-fashioned. Although you and I are old-fashioned, we only have hatred. Where did the friendship come from? But I really didn't expect to meet you here today, and You're not dead..."

"Isn't it dead..." The spirit god wood sneered three times. "That day, I hurriedly escaped from Lingyan Mountain when I was unprepared. At that time, my whole body's power was boiling water, and the generals were relieved. Just when I thought I was bound to die, I met a quite Taoist person. My heart moved and sucked the true qi in his body. In addition, the true spirit made me retreat a little, which didn't fulfill your wishes..."

When Qi Miao heard the words, he thought of Qin Xuehan talking about the tragedy in Zhongqi Temple and the Iron Sword Gate the night before. Fortunately, the spirit god Mu found that he could barely stop the military solution in his body with the help of external real power, but only because of fate, he drifted from the south of the Yangtze River to here and was saved by the Qingyan Mage Zhongqing Temple.

When Master Qingyan saw the immortal and strange attributes of this god tree, he was regularly greedy. Only then was taken advantage of by him and killed him. She vaguely speculated about the past in her heart. When she looked at the spirit tree, she saw that he was staring at herself with hatred.