"A Yi!" Fu Li turned her head and shouted, "There is such a big noise. Brother Jiu will be on the way to come! Come in and make the room warm!"

A Yi stuffed Xue Mei to Yamada, jumped into the threshold, stepped inside a few steps, closed the door with a "slam". He took off his shirt and immediately hugged his shoulders and said, "Why is it so cold!"

Shanyue's pillow was already wet, and Fu Li quickly said: "You are originally a fire and can suppress the cold."

A Yi simply sat at the window. As soon as he sat down, the spreading ice melted into water. Seeing Shan Yue's face turned scary, A Yi stood up again and said anxiously: "Why haven't he come out yet? How long will it take to be born?"

Fu Li didn't answer, she just said, "You sit!"

A Yi remained immobile. It was strange that as soon as he entered, the chill stopped entangling, as if he was afraid of his original body.

Yamada was sitting cross-legged with gun outside the door, guarding the door motionlessly.

Zong Yin was trapped in a heavy siege. He fell into the sea and started to rush waves. Then a dragon broke through the waves, disrupting the layout of the world. Blizzard covered the sky and the earth, and the huge net was rushing from the thick clouds, and the faint light rushed across the mesh, trapping Zong Yin straight.

"Sin God's Sect's Sound!" The god general above his head pressed his head down, "The absurd love is a presumptuous law, and sin is a scalp! He also privately confesses evil spirits, and sin is a higher level!"

Zong Yin's hissing sound hit the ground, the mountains collapsed and long marks broke out. He was about to come out, but the other party was obviously prepared. The net became tighter and tighter, and the mesh made the dragon roll and crush countless cold pine trees.

"The seven emotions and six desires are the common ethics of people!" Zong Yin stretched out his neck and said angrily, "What crime do I have in my mind!"

"Man and God have a special path." The god general walked around the long golden chain, tied Zong Yin's neck, and dragged it upwards. "If you are wrong, you are wrong! There will be a decision on the Jiutiantai!"

Zong Yin's huge body rose up and was strangled back to his body. He refused to go, his face turned red, and he tore the golden chain between his neck with his shirtless eyes: "God has the virtue of being alive, and everyone has compassion! When you want to kill and cut, you will be obedient to the next day! Tonight, my wife is in danger of labor, and I cannot leave her!"

The god pulled the gravity and stepped on Zong Yin's shoulder, and said coldly: "For God, you are very wise and understand the righteousness. You are still unrepentant in your affairs. Tonight, thousands of generals are waiting for the battle in the nine heavens. How can you choose? Let's go!"

Zong Yin knocked his knees between the snow. He pulled the chain between his neck and was dragged a few steps, his arms stretched out so that his veins burst.

"Fold his arms!" The god general gave the order, "Don't delay any more!"

Zong Yin was pushed into the snow, and his mouth and nose were covered with snow. He struggled and was dragged a few more steps. He noticed someone pulling his arms, and he said hoarsely: "The Nine Heavens Realm does not talk about ethics. What is the law of heaven and earth to Chengtianjun!"

The general of God said, "Entering the Heavenly Lord is the law of the Three Realms. You have an important position and you don't even understand this principle. Take action!"

As soon as the general finished speaking, he heard the sudden violent wind and the sound of pine waves in the mountains suddenly swaying. The flying snow was soaking his eyes. When he waved his sleeves, there was no Zongyin in front of him, and there was clearly a sky-blue uniform standing.

Jinglin's temples were slightly covered with snow. He brushed his sleeves in the wind and waves, and asked, "What did you say just now?"

The god general felt the bone-like cold attacking the marrow, and his throat became particularly difficult to swallow and vomit. His eyes slid along Jinglin's temples to Jinglin's eyebrows and eyes, and then took a step back, and his hand holding the hilt of the sword on his waist trembled.

"Jun" the god general's knees softened, and he supported himself and retreated in embarrassment, shouting in horror, "Lin, Lin Songjun!"

With this sharp sound, the wind and snow were torn through, and the endless sea of ​​people immediately looked back. Jinglin stood here, neither looking sideways nor dodging. He pointed in the air, and the strong wind quickly appeared in his palm.

Jinglin drew his sword slowly and took a step.

The crowded sea of ​​people actually took a step back, just like the Jiutiantai five hundred years ago. They were silent, silent and looked at it, and then terrified, and no one could draw their swords to correspond.

The bloody storm is still remembered by people. Even if you kill Ge Jun, you must kneel down on the ground, and the lotus pond in the altar became a blood soup.

Who killed the king and father?

Lin Songjun, who has been repeatedly discussed for five hundred years!

Jinglin looked at thousands of people at his eyes, and the "clang" sound of the Swallowing Spring Sword suddenly shone coldly. The sword edge picked up snow. When he was facing the wind, his sleeves were blowing, and his hair flashed through his eyes, which was no different from the pair in their nightmare.

When Cang Jiling came, he saw the green light of the swallowing spring. The gods had already dispersed birds and beasts. He jumped down and rushed straight towards Jinglin. Jinglin raised his head from below and looked at each other, and the two looked at each other and smiled.

"Heart--"

As soon as Cang Ji said, he felt a tremor between heaven and earth. He was about to land, but he raised his head but saw something "swoosh" out of the clouds, blocking him and Jinglin.

The wind and snow suddenly stopped.

A double-sided bronze mirror stood quietly between the two.

Jinglin saw the bronze mirror's simple hook pattern, and his heart moved, and the Swallow Spring Sword first vibrated. He held the sword with one hand, and saw that his own figure was reflected in the situation. Then he rippled like water, and then turned into Cang Ji's appearance.

Jinglin looked at Cang Ji in the realm, "Cang Ji" lifted up the umbrella, showed his face, and said to him in the rain: "It's really my heart!"

Jinglin's hand that was pulling the sword immediately paused, and his chest was shaking a sharp pain. He looked further in surprise, feeling that this scene seemed to have happened somewhere, which made him feel dazed.

"Brother" Jinglin unconsciously called softly, "Brother."

"Cang Ji" replied with a smile: "Do you faint? Does it hurt? Why did you lose so much weight?"

Jinglin seemed to be raining when he was hairy. He raised his eyes blankly and saw that the world had changed. The snowy night in the mountains turned into a golden platform. The platform was empty, and only "Cang Ji" standing in front of him.

Jinglin replied in a daze: "No dizziness, no pain, no weight."

"Cang Ji" stretched out his arms to hug him. Jing Lin watched the man approaching. "Cang Ji" hugged his half body, and Jing Lin's sword was pushed back. He wanted to speak, but listened to a "sharp".

"Cang Ji" transformed into dragon claws with one arm and pulled straight from his back towards Jinglin's back!

Cang Ji on the other end was smiling and asked the mirror: "What are you doing in front of the mirror? Come to me."

Jinglin on the border seemed a little confused and said to him: "I'm a little cold."

Cang Ji said, "I'll hold it."

"Jinglin" raised his sword and greeted him, looked at Cang Ji, and said, "There is cold on his back."

Cang Ji said in surprise: "Then let's hug you."

"Jinglin"'s eyes were vaguely excited. He walked a few steps in front of Cang Ji, waiting to be hugged. Cang Ji held one of his hands, sniffed a few times, and said, "It's so cold."

The bronze mirror suddenly made a loud "bang" sound, and one hand suddenly slammed the end of the mirror, and blood flowed along the fingers on the mirror. The person there smashed the mirror hard, and Jinglin's shoulders were blood red, and he hit the mirror with his elbow.

"Everything is illusory!" Jinglin sternly, "Cang Ji!"

He gave Cang Ji this name, and he hadn't called it until today. It was so awkward and so urgent. However, it was useless. The bronze mirror seemed to separate a layer of boundaries. He could clearly hear Cang Ji's voice, but Cang Ji could not hear his voice.

Jinglin hit the mirror with a punch, and the strong wind swept behind him, and he immediately dodged. When the "Cang Ji" dragon claw hit, the wind twisted and could easily crush Jinglin's spine. Jinglin's back shoulder was scratched, and he turned the sheath to block it, and then his whole body was hit by a huge force.

The mirror was loud and loud, Jinglin's arms were hard to stop, and he was pressed by the dragon's claws and couldn't breathe. He raised his neck and tried his best, knowing that he could not beat the dragon. He followed his long legs and slammed the shoulder of "Cang Ji", twisted his body with a scabbard, and smashed it on the side of "Cang Ji" with a scabbard.

But "Cang Ji" was not moved at all. His scales gradually covered his body, and it would be difficult to resist unless Jing Lin pulled out the Swallow Spring Sword.

Jinglin's ankle was captured and then hit the ground hard. He opened his mouth and choked blood. "Cang Ji" immediately dragged him to the ground and quickly pulled him over. Jinglin stabbed Xuejian with a sword and suddenly stopped him from dragging him. He had already been dragged out a blood mark. The back shoulder was harsh and almost injured his bones.

Who is the hardest to fight in this world?

Of course it is your lover.

Cang Ji was holding the hand of "Jinglin". He didn't expect that the hand would suddenly hold him, and he said, "This mirror."

The Yequan Sword suddenly broke through the sheath and came out, and the sword tip was straight towards Cang Ji's chest. He was caught off guard, raised his arm and blocked the sword tip, narrowed his eyes and pulled it, and instead of retreating, he advanced.

"Jinglin" Lingfeng swept across the wind, and the green light burst between the two. Cang Ji swung his body away, and his palm did not dare to gravity, so he only tried to "Jinglin" wrist. "Jinglin" loosened his palm, and then he grabbed the Yanquan sword and stabbed it backwards, and pushed it towards Cang Ji's throat. Cang Ji grabbed the tip of the sword, then grabbed "Jinglin" with an arm, and was supposed to have thrown the person to the ground.

But "Jinglin" looked at him, as if he could still call out his brother the next moment.

Cang Ji felt soft and cursed inwardly.

Chengtianjun, what a fucking trick!

The Yequan sword was rubbed out from the neck, and Cang Ji avoided his head and dodged. He slapped his arms and beaten back "Jinglin" for half a step, but he didn't want "Jinglin" to spin and slam the body to restrain his sword. The sword tip was sharp. The wind was all around him and followed the sword, and Cang Ji didn't want to see Lin Songjun's power at all. He broke his elbow and hit "Jinglin" waist and abdomen, and suddenly bent down when he slipped and dodged. "Jinglin" stepped into the air, and the Yequan sword rushed down like a military horse. Its intuitive feeling was far more creepy than the monk in the Drunken Mountain.

If it weren't for the time being, Cang Ji would have wanted to hug him around and praise him "Good fight"!

The snow under his feet suddenly shook, and Cang Ji slipped half a step back. The Swallow Spring Sword "swallow" straight towards the vital points of his throat, and bloodline appeared on Cang Ji's cheeks. His arm suddenly hurt. He saw "Jinglin" drawing a talisman with one hand, and three layers of green talismans above his head were covered and smashed down. The Swallow Spring was revealed in front of him.

At this critical moment, the bronze mirror was suddenly cracked. The next moment, Jinglin rushed out quickly, and the cold light of the Yequan Sword was as bright as mercury, knocking the "Jinglin" sword away. He fell into Cang Ji's arms, followed Cang Ji's arms over Jinglin's body. Jinglin raised his legs to hold "Jinglin"'s chest and kicked the person out with force.

"Jinglin" suddenly fell into the snow, but the false Cangji's dragon claw had already penetrated the wind and reached Jinglin's neck. Jinglin gasped and retracted his legs. His arm was crossed on his cheeks, and the dragon claws and the dragon claws collided in front of Jinglin. The storm blew away the fine snow in front of him.

The two of them didn't even have a word and cooperated perfectly.

Cang Ji held the person with one hand and stepped forward with the other. The strong wind swept through, and the dragon claws of "Cang Ji" gradually leaned. Cang Ji wanted to use more force to seize him and smashed him hard to the ground.

The mountain was shaking violently.

Cang Jiha let out a few sips of cold air, and then the two-sided bronze mirrors cracked crisply, shattered into bright light, and scattered in the flying snow.

The porcelain cup in the Nine Heavens Realm was knocked by the "ding" sound.

Cheng Tianjun, who had been sitting cross-legged for many years, pushed the black piece on the chessboard down.

The black jade chess piece fell to the table and sank, rolling on the stone slab in "dingdong" and rolling along the narrow path to the edge of the stone bed. The sea of ​​blood around it immediately stirred like boiling water. Seal runes appeared interlaced, and they were burned and broken. The man on the stone bed closed his eyes.

The broken spear that had been sealed for many years was ringing.

A Yi was watching his sister helping her give birth, and the window behind him suddenly exploded. In desperation, he threw out the Sanskrit chain and suddenly snatched the other party's weapon.

The long gun came in, and the next moment the wooden window shattered and the cold wind blew in. Yamada's face turned red, he raised his arms to cover his face, panting.

The pain of Shan Yue on the bed was as if she was dying, Fu Li was already kneeling on the bed. She pulled Qiu and said sternly: "It's born! Hot water, A Yi, hot water!"

A Yi was about to move, but he realized that he could not move at all. He trembled a little between his teeth and said, "Why did you change?"

Yamada staggered a little, he slid on the wall and said, "My sister, I."

The floating pear wrapped around the child. Before he could turn around, he saw A Yi suddenly hit the side of the bed. The table and chair were smashed with a "clang" and the mountain moon on the bed was already breathing slightly, but the ginseng leaves the branches rolled into the crack.

"Brother Zong Zong"

Shanyue was silently reciting, and the frost was already spread on her hair.

"Hot water!" A Yi slapped the side of the basin with one hand and hit his sister.

The frozen water in the basin boiled suddenly, and the floating pear caught the basin and groped with the child to escape the branches.

Yamada crossed the wall, and the gun hit the ground, and the whole house was about to collapse! Fuli looked back suddenly, and she hugged the child tightly and opened her eyes wide.
Chapter completed!