A quaint house with wooden structure is much simpler than ordinary families. There is a sapling planted in front of the door. Although it is extremely cold here, the small flowers on the saplings are extremely bright, which is completely inconsistent with the quaintness and purity here.

It was as if I walked into a farmhouse and saw a charming girl again. [bsp;    Qingping was teleported over after nodding, but for some reason, he always felt that this place was a little familiar, as if he had been here before.

Qingping, who didn't know what to do, could only move forward, walked to this quaint room, and gently pushed open the door.

With a creaking sound, the whole room seemed to be about to fall apart. The moment Qingping pushed open the door, a burst of dust surged. I guess no one has been here for a long time, Qingping thought of it.

The room was still covered with dust. There was a dusty table in the middle of the room and a bench next to it. However, I don’t know how many years this table has been here. The structure of the entire table has completely changed. Qingping released his spiritual sense and felt that the table would turn into ashes with a slight touch.

No one has been here for at least a thousand years, Qingping thought.

Qingping, who had not found anything in the house, turned around and planned to leave the house. Just as he was about to step out of the door, Qingping felt something moving from behind Qingping.

Before Qingping could turn around, the beam on the house fell down.

Qingping, who was hiding, accidentally touched the door of the house. The house that was originally shaking finally collapsed in an instant! A burst of dust raised.

Qingping, who wanted to dodge, found that he could not avoid it at all. What's more, he seemed to be fixed by a force and could not move at all. He could only let the collapsed house hit him like this and buried himself alive. But for some reason, this left Qingping a small hole that could observe the outside world so that he could see the way he had been there before.

Just as he was about to call someone, Qingping suddenly felt someone approaching and hurriedly looked out through the small hole. He believed that as long as someone came, he would definitely feel him buried under the house.

Those who came by were Old Man Shi and Duan Wuya, and the Demonic Heaven Soul did not enter this inherited area.

However, after thinking for a long time, the Demon Heaven Soul realized that he did not have enough qualifications to pass the verification of the Martial Dao Xuanyuan, and took the initiative to give up the struggle for the Martial Dao Xuanyuan. From the Demon Cave, he knew even more clearly that his limit was and would not make indifferent struggles at all.

People in the Demon Cave are disdainful of doing things that are doomed to fail and will not do them.

Seeing the two of them coming, Qingping was not excited, but calmed down. If they found themselves here and could not move at all. If they found themselves, they would probably not have to compete for the martial arts Xuanyuan at all. They would destroy themselves here. Although they had the protection of the ancient map, who knew how much the ancient map could do, he could not dodge here, and he would not see anything to do in the ancient map. Even if the ancient map could protect himself and the two of them were attacking him, the energy of the ancient map would sooner or later, and he would still be unable to escape the bad luck in the end.

Destiny is always in his own hands. Neither of them is good, Qingping reminds himself.

Although Duan Wuya seems to be kinder, how many people who can survive to this day are good people? Qingping doesn't believe it, nor will he believe it.

"Old Duan, that guy named Demon Heavenly Soul gave up at the last moment, only a few of us were left. Tell me how confident you are." Old Man Shi looked at Duan Wuya and said. Qingping saw them standing in front of the ruins where he was, and even held his breath and did not dare to move.

Moreover, Qingping felt that this invisible force that bound him seemed to block the spiritual consciousness of Old Man Shi and Duan Wuya. He could not detect him at all. Qingping, who had put down his snacks, looked at the two people in front of him with eyes intent, wanting to know what they wanted to do. The power in the dark bound him must have its intention. Qingping vaguely felt that this was also a good thing done by the residual soul. If this was the case, then what he wanted to see must be the conversation between these two people.

"No sure," Duan Wuya said without changing his face, as if it was not his own business. "No one has ever obtained martial arts Xuanyuan for so many years, and he knows the difficulty of obtaining it. No matter how strong we are in front of ordinary people, we cannot do anything in the face of such an unchangeable thing as qualification. We can only leave it to fate and look forward to a glimmer of hope."

"Then you come again. I don't think you are absolutely sure." Old Man Shi said dissatisfied. If it weren't for Duan Wuya's provocation, he would never have been so impulsive. The Demon Heavenly Soul left in the last moment, which made him want to leave, but he came in just seeing Duan Wuya's reaction.

"I do have a way to give myself a little more probability, but I don't know if you want to know." Duan Wuya said temptingly.

"You said." Old Man Shi said casually in anger. He didn't expect that Duan Wuya was still in the mood to tease him at this time.

"That's..."

"Ah!" Qingping also wanted to know what Duan Wuya had. When he was listening attentively, he suddenly heard Old Man Shi's scream.

The shocked Qingping looked up and saw Duan Wuya taking advantage of the fact that Old Man Shi was not paying attention and forcibly penetrated Old Man Shi's body and grabbed it in, and grabbed it hard at his heart.

"You!" Old Man Shi obviously didn't expect such a situation to happen, and looked at Duan Wuya incredibly.

"I'll be sure of giving me your soul." Duan Wuya's expression at this moment completely subverted everyone's understanding of him, vicious and vicious, and there was an unknown smile hidden deep in his eyes.

"I won't let you succeed." Old Man Shi said as she wanted to break free from Duan Wuya's control. After swaying for a while, she looked at Duan Wuya in shock and said, "Your power is not that powerful to you."

"I originally wanted you and Demon Soul to enter together, and solve you together before solving Qingping. Unexpectedly, that guy didn't come in and escaped. But it was enough to have you. With so much energy, even if my life soul cannot reach the black level, it will be enough to evolve too much."

Duan Wuya laughed, but his hands went deeper, and continued to grasp the old man Shi's body, "You can't control my power? I'm not afraid to tell you that even when I face Xiong Xiaoyao at this moment, I'm not afraid at all. The hidden strength of so many years is for today!"

As Duan Wuya pulled his hands, a circular object slowly emerged from the top of Old Man Shi's head.

A shocking momentum emanated from this object, and Qingping discovered that what emerged from Old Man Shi's body was his soul!

Qingping knew at this moment that Old Man Shi's life soul was actually Wenhun, who was the worst at fighting. No wonder every time he heard him speak, he felt like there was a force to bind himself. His power was his words, and Qingping understood at this moment.

Just as Old Man Shi's life soul rushed out of his body, the whole air seemed to solidify. How powerful is the life soul of a peak god-level master? Although Qingping has experienced their aura, the life soul is the most important thing in the human body, and naturally the oppression it puts on people is also huge.

Qingping just looked at the soul in front of him. For some reason, the force that bound him did not help him resist this force. Qingping could only let such an aura hit him, and he could not move himself.

The meridians in the body, which were originally very strong, tended to break under such impact.

Qingping was shocked. Is this the entire momentum of a god-level master?

At this moment, Duan Wuya, who was sneering, grabbed the life soul. After being caught by Duan Wuya, the life soul that could no longer move was swallowed by Duan Wuya.

Soul-Devouring!

Qingping knew that this was the real soul-devouring, devouring the other party's life soul and allowing his life soul to evolve.

It was not until this time that Qingping knew what Duan Wuya's ultimate goal was. He was originally a gray soul, but after listening to the explanation of the remnant soul, he knew that he had no hope of obtaining the martial arts Xuanyuan. So he used some means to trick Old Man Shi into entering with him. He had always been hiding his strength. At this time, he had all his strength to achieve his effect, and finally seized Old Man Shi's soul for himself to improve.

"You must die well, you will be hunted by the entire continent!" Old Man Shi, who was already murderous, couldn't help feeling heartbroken when he saw the scene in front of him. He did not expect that Duan Wuya, the ruler of the Heavenly God Palace, had used such a trick. The purest soul devouring had been lost for a long time. In order to encircle and suppress those soul devouring people, the continent did not know how many masters had dispatched. He did not expect that today he would see this scene under the ruler of the Heavenly God Palace, the most positive one in the continent.

"Just serve me. When I get the martial arts Xuanyuan, I will be grateful to you."

After Duan Wuya finished speaking, he slapped the old man Shi, who had lost his soul, was extremely weak. Under Duan Wuya's palm, his whole body was shattered and no longer existed.

"Hmph, so what if I use Soul Devouring? Who will know, idiot?" Duan Wuya left this sentence and sat down and restored himself. Old Man Shi's life soul was too powerful. Even he could not completely absorb it in an instant, so he could only sit down and regulate his breathing.

What he didn't know was that Qingping was completely stunned just not far away from him.

But outside, Mo Tianhun and Xiong Xiaoyao, who also saw this scene inside for some reason, were shocked. They looked at each other and knew that the Heavenly God Palace would no longer be the previous Heavenly God Palace.

ps: I have a lot to say today. I was going to open a single photo, but I just put it here.

I love Fenghuo the most and never doubt this. Every time the manager interrupts, it is a worrying thing for me. I don’t have many goals to write articles. I don’t want to have the level of the manager, but I just want to talk to comfort me. The manager is a height that I can’t reach.

I am a toad. After a break from update for a while, I finally updated again. With my recent mood, I burst into tears without any repression.

White-haired umbrella, heavy rain and blue clothes.

What kind of writing such words, what kind of words, and rendering such plots is my beloved beacon.

I couldn't help but start to recall myself, and I wanted to do something with high spirits and wanted to get something in this online literature circle. In fact, I knew that what I wanted was everyone's recognition.

Since I started writing articles, how many people don’t want to become masters? Since I started writing articles, how many people don’t want to be arrogant?

The world of online literature has never had much to do with the outside world. It has its own system and dare not say who writes well and who writes badly. Everyone has a benchmark in their hearts, and in their own minds, there is only one goal, that is Fenghuo.

I don’t want to have any tricks but everywhere, I don’t want to have the pleasure and grandeur of the magic machine, I don’t want to have the meaning of every word, and of course I don’t want to be like Luo Sen and the others’ flowing water.

I just want to have a state of writing, and this state is pretending to be compared.

Fenghuo's words are used to pretend to compare. I have always said this, and I can only use them to pretend to compare and comfort me when I am empty.

The current status of typing is not ideal recently. I know this very well, so I have been struggling with whether to continue writing like this unsatisfactory, or to adjust the state for a while before writing, or simply open a new book, or to know that I am not in this aspect of information, no longer get involved in online literature.

I am indeed not a material in this regard. I understand, and I know this very well in my heart and never deny it.

If you can't write that kind of ** or that kind of grand, you will naturally not write this kind of pretense that you appreciate the most.

You can only use your own words and ink to write something you can write, and use your own words to write some of your own wonderful things.

Now I don’t want to become a god or something. I just want to put something on my best youth and make it a mark so that I can use it to comfort myself when I get old. At least I have been young and young.

I don’t want to stop updating or adjust my state because I’m afraid that once I get lazy, I will never have the idea of ​​writing anymore, so I will force myself to write even if I don’t have the inspiration every day.

I am really not afraid of losing the streets. After all, I also have a stable job and don’t have to worry about food and drink. Writing articles is a completely liking. No matter how well I write, I will not give up my normal life for the sake of writing articles. I know what I should do and what I can only use my spare time to persevere.

So although there are very few words every day, in your opinion, there are indeed very few words, and it will be something you have finished reading in a while, but in your own opinion, what you live in is your own entertainment after get off work.

To be honest, since I started typing, I seemed to have less time. After reading the author circle, many people finally chose to quit their jobs and write, and they just smiled faintly. If I really did that, I would be tired of writing one day.

Like this, it’s great to write something when you’re quiet.

I haven't written all kinds of insights for a long time, because I don't have time, today I'm up, and my grandmother of Baliang went there. This is a beacon, and I will always give us what I long for when we are most eager to get.

"The next morning, Li Zhijin wanted to say goodbye to grandma and Zhao Jiadi, but saw two people in the old lady's room. Zhao Jiadi looked at Grandma An lying on the bed, held her hand, and raised her head to Li Zhijin and said softly: 'My grandma is gone.'"

It’s so dull, but it makes my eyes wet in an instant. I dare not say it’s just because of the words, maybe because of my recent mood and recent emotions, but this is Fenghuo.

Just as at the end of this chapter, Li Zhijin looked at Zhao Taizu and slowly said, "I will be a woman from the Zhao family in the future, not a woman who leaves home." Zhao Taizu pulled the corners of his mouth and didn't say anything. On this day, Li Zhijin in the rain, big green-style, dignified and strong.

Such pen and ink are the goal I have always followed, and it is also the level I have worked hard but cannot achieve, but I want to achieve.

It's just two words, pretending to compare.

I have worked hard to persevere, not for tomorrow, not for anything, but for some ideals that I still have.

Do we still remember the ideals we pursued in those years? Do we still have the impression of the world we pursued in those years?

People who have no ideals are sad, isn’t they?

Finally, thank you for reading my book. I once said that as long as there is someone who is still reading, I will continue to write it. As long as there is a little click, I will continue to write it, even for only one person.

It is also you. Every time I despair, I see a glimmer of hope. Perhaps this hope is just a click and a quick close, but it is the driving force that supports me to go on.

Thank you.
Chapter completed!