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The glorious heavenly power is inviolable.

Thunder was furious and unstoppable.

The world suddenly fell into silence, and fell into an indescribable scene.

The bloodshot black mist collided with the falling lightning from the Fu Mo Yu Lei Zhen Jue.

Xia Hou stimulated all the true energy and blood in his body, poured the black mist into the spear, and the momentum was like waves, layer upon layer, and the dark red blood in the middle loomed, like a beast roaring up to the sky, appearing behind him.

Lei Fa restrains evil spirits, if Xiahou has the same millennium cultivation base and half a step of immortality, then there is no such thing as restraint for his level, left and right are just stronger and more powerful than anyone else.

It's a pity that although he is the pinnacle of martial arts, he is only a lifespan who knows the fate, and he can't even cross the sixth realm above knowing fate, let alone practice for a thousand years.

The moment the gun tip touched the thunder light, there was a sudden roar, and the black mist generated by the magic power and blood energy collapsed under the wild thunder force like ice and snow melting. Everyone looked at the scene in horror, and Ning Que blinked. Blinking, he poked Tang Xiaotang's arm, and said in a low voice, "Did you see that, this is a negative teaching material, and there are lightning flashes and thunder, and you are stabbing the sky with a spear. Doesn't this mean you want to be a lightning rod?"

'Pfft~! '

Xiahou spat out a mouthful of blood, his body was scorched black, and the thunder light of killing evil and destroying demons poured into his body along the long spear, impacting every bone and flesh of him, the meridian collapsed, the sea of ​​qi and the snow mountain collapsed, and the true qi in his body also exploded in an astonishing manner. The extreme loss of speed, in just a moment, the fuel was exhausted.

Xiahou bit the tip of his tongue and opened his mouth to spit out blood again. The Demon Sect's technique was broken by the Fumo Yulei Zhenjue. He could only use his physical body at the peak of martial arts to support it. The bright red blood turned into blood threads instead of the surrounding black mist. The ice and snow disappeared, and the permafrost melted. As Zhou Ji's sword continued to press down, Xiahou became shorter and shorter, and slowly sank into the scorched black permafrost.

Maybe it's three to five breaths, or it seems to be decades.

In Xiahou's perception, the time passed extremely long, but in the eyes of the others, it seemed that less than a moment had passed.

The thunder light dissipated completely, most of Xiahou's body was sunk deep into the frozen ground, and the Wujin spear was damaged. He looked like an old man in his dying years, no longer fierce and tyrannical, only those still unyielding eyes, embedded in the scorched cheeks, burning like Torch, buried in messy and scattered bangs.

Ning Que looked at the extremely weak Xiahou, and a stern look flashed in his eyes.

The middle-aged man in front of him slaughtered his entire family, and killed his brother Xiao Heizi's entire clan, causing him to hide in Weicheng for more than ten years. Even in the wilderness, he tried his best to murder him. He already hated Xiahou To the extreme.

And now is the best time for revenge!

Zhou Ji promised to keep him alive, but he also promised to let me make up the knife!

Ning Que held the simple knife in his backhand, and the long knife came out of its sheath. The sound of the blade being pulled out of the scabbard was particularly ear-piercing at the moment. Zhou Ji turned his head and looked at Ning Que. He did not stop Ning Que from taking revenge, but smiled lightly and stepped back. Take half a step.

Ning Que came step by step, his footsteps became faster and faster, and when he reached Xiahou, his figure had blurred into a black shadow, the knife was shining sharply in the black shadow, the snow under his feet was stirring behind him, and the simple knife in his hand was lifted up. The whimpering wind.

At this time, Xiahou was buried in the frozen soil from the shoulders down, and he couldn't dodge at all.

Ning Que's plain knife tore through the air, blowing up his messy hair that covered his face, revealing his burning eyes like a trapped animal.

He was indeed no match for Zhou Ji. In fact, as early as when Zhou Ji appeared in front of him without warning with his almost 'no-distance' movement skills, Xia Hou had already felt the vast and terrifying cultivation of the man in front of him.

Just because one move was defeated by Zhou Ji did not mean that he lost the will to continue fighting.

As the only master in the world who is at the peak of martial arts, even if he is seriously injured, he is definitely not a mere junior Dongxuan who can bully him at will!

The tip of the Wujin Spear had melted, so Xiahou used the spear as a stick, roaring and exhausted his original blood, his whole body seemed to be on fire, his beard and hair flew flying, and the permafrost melted.

Sparks flew all over for a while, Xia Hou held up the Wujin stick to block Ning Que's blow, the impact of the shock caused Ning Que's injured jaw to burst again, the stick and the simple knife stagnated, and Xia Hou's body that had fallen into the frozen ground fell again It sank a little.

Ning Que didn't expect Xia Hou to have such strength. Seeing that he let go of one hand and grasped the back of Pu Dao Dao, while the other held the black gold stick and swept towards him. Hurry up, draw your knife and return to defense.

But at the same time he was drawing the knife, Xiahou grabbed the back of the knife and took advantage of the situation to get out of the thawing permafrost, raised his foot and kicked Ning Que a dozen steps away, and didn't stop until Zhou Ji pressed his shoulder. down.

"Mr. Zhou's skills are exquisite, Xiahou is ashamed to be inferior, there will be a period later!"

Xia Hou looked at Ning Que with fierce eyes, and his eyes slowly shifted to Zhou Ji who was holding Ning Que's shoulder. His murderous aura dissipated, he clasped his fists in a salute, burned his blood again, turned into a black light and fled towards the depths of the wasteland.

Seeing Xiahou fleeing, Ning Que felt unwilling, and was about to chase him out but couldn't break free from Zhou Ji's hand, so he couldn't help but turned to look at Zhou Ji, his gloomy eyes were full of puzzlement.

Zhou Ji smiled, pouted at his trembling hands that were still dripping with blood, and sighed, "In your current situation, how can you kill him even if you catch up?"

Ning Que opened his palm, and there were bursts of pain from the split tiger's mouth, and blood dripped down, dyeing the handle of his plain knife blood red.

how about you? Why don't you kill him! !

Ning Que hesitated to speak, Zhou Ji saw the unwillingness and regret in his eyes, shook his head, and looked in the direction where Xia Hou was fleeing.

"Most of his Qihai Snow Mountain has collapsed now, his original source is exhausted, and his blood and energy are both depleted. Even if he recovers from his trauma, it will be difficult to recover his peak strength. One will ebb and flow, and when you consolidate your cultivation, you can seek revenge from him without the help of outsiders. "

Ning Que looked along Zhou Ji's line of sight, the vast world, the forest, the sea and the snowfield. After a long silence, his mood gradually calmed down. He understood Zhou Ji's intention to weaken Xiahou, and said "thank you" with a complicated expression.

After doing a simple bandage, everyone walked out of the forest of Tianqi Mountain under the leadership of Tang Xiaotang. On the grassland where the bright sunshine fell, the ice and snow melted, revealing patches of withered grass.

Tang Xiaotang walked lightly, jumped onto a half-step-high bluestone, looked at the wasteland, turned around and said, "This place is already outside Tianqi Mountain, you should be able to find the way you came here, right?"

Zhou Ji nodded slightly, and smiled at Tang Xiaotang, "Thank you, Miss Xiaotang."

Tang Xiaotang patted the chest with the letter of recommendation, even if he stepped on the bluestone, he could only raise his chin and look up at Zhou Ji, "As long as you don't forget our agreement."

Zhou Ji said helplessly, "I've always been the one who promises the most, and I will do what I promise you. If it can't be done, I will put down this face and ask the master for favors. Is it okay?"

Hearing that this matter was related to Master, Li slowly looked at Ning Que beside him, and asked curiously, "What agreement?"

It's none of your business, just gloat.

Ning Que wrapped his hands in thick bandages, pointed to Tang Xiaotang, and slowly started a small report to Li, "Before the senior brother came, Mr. Zhou promised Miss Xiaotang to enter the academy, and also helped her write a letter of recommendation to the third senior sister." letter."

When he was in the forest, Li slowly recognized Tang Xiaotang's identity. He smiled slightly when he heard Ning Que's words, and said, "Is there such a good thing? If the teacher knows, I am afraid that he will specifically tell the third junior sister to reject Xiaotang. Miss Tang is studying."

The corner of Zhou Ji's mouth twitched, and he glared at Li Slowly angrily, "Well, Li Slowly, you have a simple and honest appearance, I didn't expect you to be so dark-bellied."

Ning Que couldn't help laughing, his respect for the big brother was a little less, and the relationship between the people became closer in the joke, and they walked down the hillside unknowingly, as if walking aimlessly in one direction, crowding each other and following each other.

It wasn't until Tang Xiaotang felt his brother Tang's aura that he stopped to leave, saying that he was going to find someone, and he would go to Tang Guo Academy to study in a few days. Watching her go away, Ning Que took two steps forward, turned to look at the crowd and said, "Happy time is always so short, and it's time to part in a blink of an eye~~"

As Ning Que said, he winked at Zhou Ji, gave a look of "you understand", coughed lightly, and said, "The teacher summoned me, I'm going to take a step ahead with the big brother, I don't know what the crazy girl and Master Mo Shan are planning." ?”

Zhou Ji immediately understood what Ning Que meant, and stared back at him.

Ye Hongyu was silent for a moment, looked at Zhou Ji and said, "I'm going back to Xiling, so let's go."

With the return of the wasteland trip without success, and the abolishment of Prince Longqing's cultivation base, the head priest of the Xiling Temple will definitely take the opportunity to reprimand her, and even seize her right to judge the chief minister. Anyway, this trip to Xiling She has to go back, and she can only choose to go back.

She didn't have any plans after saying 'I'm done with this trip', and after saying goodbye, she left before Ning Que could speak.

On the vast and endless wasteland where a person walks alone, this desolate and desolate snow field is ignited with a touch of lonely and arrogant red.

"Dao" Ning Que stretched out his hand halfway, Ye Hongyu had gone far away, so he had to scratch his head helplessly and put it down.

Mo Shanshan looked at the fading blush, his eyes swept over Li Slowly, Ning Que, and finally landed on Zhou Ji.

"Mr. Big, Mr. Thirteen. Mr. Zhou, let's say goodbye to Shanshan. We will meet later."

She is the owner of the Mochi Garden in the Dahe Country, and there are seniors and sisters in the Mochi Garden waiting for her on the road in the distance. Although she is full of reluctance, she can no longer find a reason to stay.

Those ethereal eyes focused on Zhou Ji's eyes through the lens, calm like a pool of stagnant water.

Zhou Ji showed a gentle smile in Ning Que's eyes that hated iron and steel, "Be careful all the way, I will go to Mochi Garden to see you when I have free time."

"Which day is it?" Mo Shanshan's eyes lit up, he took a step closer to Zhou Ji urgently, and asked expectantly.

Ripples appeared on the calm water under the lens. Zhou Ji thought that Mo Shanshan was joking, but the eyes that were staring at him were full of seriousness and anticipation, and there was also a hint of joy in it.

"When I'm free. In a few days. Maybe a few months." Zhou Ji never thought that this quiet girl would have such a disrespectful behavior. He couldn't help but take a half step back, touched his nose and said.

Ning Que next to him couldn't stand it any longer, and interrupted, "Then what, let's not talk about the future, there is such a huge wasteland, how can you, a girl, Mo Shan, get away?"

Mo Shanshan brushed his hair that was blown by his ears and temples, and said stubbornly, "Mr. Shisan is worrying too much. Ye Hongyu can do it, Tang Xiaotang can do it, and I, Mo Shanshan, can do it too."

Ning Que bumped Next Zhou Ji with his shoulder, gritted his teeth, and smirked at Mo Shanshan, "I've helped you so far, can't you see it?"

Zhou Ji listened to Ning Que's voice squeezed out from the root of his teeth, looked at him helplessly, and said to Mo Shanshan, "Shanshan girl has lived in Dahe Country for a long time, and rarely has the opportunity to travel, why don't you go south with us and find out How about going to the academy to browse the style of the Tang Dynasty?"

Mo Shanshan flashed a hint of emotion, but he still hesitated, "It's just that my sisters in Mochiyuan are still waiting for me to meet up on the road."

Ning Que answered, "What do you have to worry about? Master Mo Shan can send a letter to tell them to go to Tang Kingdom on their own, and we will meet up in the capital at that time. Sangsang, I, and Mr. Zhou will take you on a tour together." capital?"

Zhou Ji stepped forward, looked at Mo Shanshan who was completely moved, and said softly, "Being respectful is worse than obeying orders?"

Now that he had found the reason to stay, the loss and regret in Mo Shanshan's heart was instantly filled with joy, he kept looking at Zhou Ji while speaking, and wanted to keep a little reserved, but the corners of his mouth still couldn't help but slightly raised, showing pure shame sweet smile.

"Thank you Mr. Thirteen. Thank you Mr. Zhou."

Under the night, above the wilderness.

Zhou Ji and the three of them sat around the bonfire, watching Li Slowly handle the pomfret of Dahe Kingdom slowly.

Drinking Luna mushroom soup in the morning, eating Xiling velvet rabbit for lunch, and in the evening, Li slowly caught pomfret from the Dahe Kingdom in front of the three of them and simmered soup for everyone.

At this time, Zhou Ji was particularly envious of Li Ranran's realm cultivation.

Shrinking the ground into an inch and cultivating to the extreme can reach the end of the world, which is no different from no distance, but now his cultivation base is unmatched by no one except the master, but in terms of realm, he has never been able to penetrate the way of heaven and touch the distance of no distance. the gate.

After waiting for a long time and still not seeing the food come out of the pot, Ning Que covered his stomach and said with a bitter face, "Is the big brother still not well? You've been cooking this pot of fish soup for almost two hours."

"No hurry, no hurry." Li slowly lifted the lid of the pot, and added half a scoop of water in a leisurely manner. After a while, he nodded slightly and showed a satisfied smile.

Zhou Ji took the fish soup that Li slowly handed over, passed it to Mo Shanshan, took another bowl under Ning Que's eager gaze, scooped up a spoonful and took a sip.

I have to say that Li Ranman's culinary skills are really good. Zhou Ji's eyes lit up, and he understood why the master would bring this academy gentleman with him every time he went out. Slowly, such a flavor can explode in the hands.

Glancing at Zhou Ji quietly, hearing that while he was praising Li Slowly's cooking skills, he was also full of praise for the pomfret of Dahe Country. Mo Shanshan thought about it, and stared at the fish soup in the bowl in a daze.