The revival of the Thousand Buddhas.

It's still a little short of that, this drop of blood should be able to fill the whole thing.

Grandma looked at Ning Yi, put her arm around the soft red gauze shoulders, and said indifferently: "If you do it again, Fu Qingfeng will definitely die in front of you."

Lanruo Temple is in great silence.

Ning Yi's sleeve was pulled by a woman crying miserably behind her.

Fu Qingfeng half-kneeled on the ground, and she couldn't tell whether it was blood or mud.

That beautiful face shook his head desperately.

Ning Yi did not look back.

One sentence.

"Don't be afraid. I won't let you die."

After saying that.

He opened his eyes.

There was a thunder falling from the dome. Inside and outside the temple, the entire Jinhua City was raining heavily like daytime, and it seemed that an extremely clear sword energy rose.

Thin snow sword sheath, rolling divine thunder.

In Ning Yi's eyes, there was only the big black robe standing floating, and the woman with red gauze "it" held in her hand.

In my mind, the words of the sword holder rang out.

"All things have spirits, and the sword energy in the world has bones. We hold the swordsman, killing things that cannot be killed, not for anything else, but for the purpose of splitting a ray of light in the world!"

A wisp of sword energy instantly cuts the darkness in the world.

Most of the unslaughtered old tree turned into powder in an instant when it was contaminated with sword energy.

This is complete nothingness.

"Things that cannot be killed?"
Chapter completed!