Nine Heavens

The first thousand and twenty-seven chapters who is alive

"Third Brother, isn't Junior Sister Yun Huan already?"

Although the woman named Xiao Xing'er had been gone for a long time, Liu Qianlang and Song Zhen were still in shock, and they didn't come back to their senses for a long time. Because the two of them couldn't understand Yun Qianmeng's younger sister, who appeared with them in Panshui City and then joined Xuanling's Yunhuan, who had resisted Tianjuemen and abandoned Xuanlingmen many years ago. practice, was executed in the civil strife.

But why did she appear here, she changed into Xiao Xing'er, and the spiritual power that shone all over her body wasn't the real power of Xuanling at all? Liu Qianlang recalled the way she activated her mana and that dark blade of light.

If what you see now is her soul, but it is clear that she is walking and kicking, and she is a physical existence. But if it is a physical body, it doesn't make sense at all, because Meng'er said her physical body has already been wiped out. Could it be that he made a mistake, this little Xing'er just looks like Yun Huan?

But even so, I was wrong, didn't Song Zhen also see it as Yunhuan? And no matter how similar people look, shouldn't they look and behave exactly the same?

strangeness!

"Ling—"

After being confused for a while, the two looked at the floating icicles again, and they were stunned again, because each of the icicles stood a corpse with a complete face and shape.

Previously, because of the white light in the beam of light, the icicle reflected very strongly. If that little Xinger hadn't smashed one, the two of them would not have paid attention to the corpse inside the icicle, thinking it was just some brightly colored embellishments.

These corpses are all neatly dressed and standing postures, but it is strange that they all have their heads down and their eyes are open, but the expressions in their eyes are different.

Some opened their eyes wide in horror, some looked calm, some looked blank, and some seemed to be concentrating on something. Liu Qianlang and Song Zhen looked at them, as if they were looking at the two of them too. There were so many icicle corpses, and countless pairs of eyes that hadn't noticed just now lit up instantly, and they all turned their faces down, looking at the two of them.

There was a feeling of dark smoke looming in their eyes. When the two of them saw it, they felt inexplicably depressed, and couldn't help but look again. Because among those faces, there are still many disciples from the Xuanling Sect in the past.

The two of them watched and fell to the ground involuntarily, and then chased those icicles that were constantly floating and swimming, looking at the faces of men and women, some unfamiliar, some familiar.

There are too many, they can't finish reading at all, but they can't stop, as if they are obsessed.

"Clack!"

"whee!"

"Ha ha!"

Looking at it, the two of them seemed to hear their laughter and even their voices.

"Boom! Boom!"

There is also the sound of dripping water in an inexplicable corner, everything is so clear, but it seems infinitely far away.

"Third brother, let's walk silently! We won't die!"

When Liu Qianlang was constantly looking at those eyes as numerous as the stars in the sky, he suddenly heard a shocking voice, it was Song Zhen's voice.

When Liu Qianlang heard the words, his heart trembled suddenly, and he immediately listened carefully to the sound of his feet stepping on the ground, really, why was there no sound. The soul of the dead is like this. The body should make a sound when it steps on the ground, just like Xiao Xing'er. When she walks, she can hear her feet stomping on the ground, which represents the sound of a living life.

"Am I dead?"

Liu Qianlang asked himself, then looked sideways at Song Zhen who was always by his side, no, Song Zhen is gone.

"Fourth brother!?"

Liu Qianlang looked around and didn't see Song Zhen's figure, but he could always hear his voice repeating a sentence: "Third Brother, let's walk silently."

Liu Qianlang shouted loudly, but Song Zhen never answered, and he was nowhere to be seen.

"Clack!"

"whee!"

"Ha ha!"

"Third Brother! We walk without making any noise."

Liu Qianlang felt dizzy for a while, seeing the figures among the countless floating icicles suddenly turning their heads up, they all looked at Liu Qianlang, gesticulating and laughing. At the same time, there was the cry of brother Song Zhen.

"ah--"

With a clear whistle, Lou Qianlang quickly stepped on the Nine Heavens Immortal Fate Sword and galloped among the countless corpses of icicles in the space, and then kept shouting: "Fourth brother!"

But Song Zhen seemed to have disappeared in this space, and Liu Qianlang galloped like crazy, running round and round in the space, but he could only hear the voice of his brother, but could not find him.

After a long, long time, Liu Qianlang was so exhausted that he was out of breath, and at this moment his movements involuntarily slowed down. Sweating profusely all over his body, his movements slowed down, the sweat began to turn cold, and his back felt cold for a while. After a cold war, Liu Qianlang's mind suddenly cleared up.

Then, Liu Qianlang found that those icicles had returned to their original state of slowly floating in the space, and all the corpses inside were still upside down, and his brother Song Zhen was on the ground, and he did not know where to get a piece of ice. Make icicles there.

Liu Qianlang was dumbfounded. He saw Song Zhen magically hit a huge irregular ice cube, and then turned it into a solid icicle that was as tall as a person and about three feet in diameter. He hollowed out the inside, drilled in, and stretched out his hand to buckle the pre-made ice cap on his head.

"Ha ha!"

Liu Qianlang couldn't laugh or cry for a while, thinking that his brother was playing tricks on him, he couldn't help laughing, and then flew to Song Zhen in an instant.

"Boom!"

Without saying a word, Liu Qianlang shattered the icicle that Song Zhen carefully made for himself with the Nine Heavens Immortal Fate Sword.

"Fourth brother, what are you doing!?"

Liu Qianlang grabbed Song Zhen's arm and shouted, but Song Zhen ignored Liu Qianlang, his face was pale and his eyes were fixed. Seeing that the icicle was shattered, he immediately ran towards a corner of the space, and there, he kept pawing forward with both hands.

After a while, clusters of washing powder-like bubbles appeared in that position, like cotton and white clouds.

The trembling matter gathered bigger and bigger, and finally formed a huge ice cube, which was soft at first, and then hardened, filled with cold smoke, and turned into solid ice.

Then Song Zhen carried the huge piece of solid ice back to the original place with difficulty, and started to make icicles again.

At this time, Liu Qianlang felt a bone-chilling coldness under his feet, and his head was a little dizzy. He suddenly understood something, grabbed Song Zhen, jumped on the Nine Heavens Immortal Fate Sword, and flew out of the door.

After flying out of the huge cylindrical building, Liu Qianlang kept flying in the void. About an hour later, Song Zhen's pale face gradually turned rosy, and his eyes became clear again.

"Hiss? Third brother, what's wrong, my head was so dizzy just now. Where are those icicles?"

After Song Zhen woke up, he tapped his forehead and looked around. The countless floating icicles around the two of them and the corpses inside were no longer visible. He asked in surprise.

"Cut! Still talking?" Next, Liu Qianlang told Song Zhen that he wanted to be buried in ice, but Song Zhen didn't believe it, because he believed that his will was indestructible, and the third brother must be teasing him.

Liu Qianlang saw that his black and white eyebrows began to twist again, which meant that his body was fine, so naturally he didn't care whether he believed it or not. After he rested for a while, the two entered some huge cylindrical buildings one after another, which were filled with countless cylindrical icicles and soldiers' corpses, and finally the two flew back to the original hall.

Standing in the hall, the two finally felt a little more relaxed. They looked at the city dozens of miles away, and their vision was vast and infinite.

"Third brother? Why didn't you answer when I called you when I was so dizzy? And you kept mumbling about am I dead, am I dead, and you kept talking endlessly! Haha! Also, I see how funny you keep trying to get into an icicle with a dead body in it."

Song Zhen had a funny expression on his face, laughing while talking.

"Oh!" Liu Qianlang sighed when he heard the words.

"By the way, why does that little Xing'er make a sound when she walks on the ground, but we don't? Could it be that she is alive, but we are?" Song Zhen brought up the issue again.

"Hehe, aren't you determined? Why do you even doubt that you are alive?" Liu Qianlang found a chance to tease his brother once.

The two chatted and laughed for a while, and immediately relaxed a lot, and then Liu Qianlang said: "The ground of those cylindrical buildings, and the ground except this hall, has an inexplicable suction force that consumes our spiritual power. At the same time, it makes us feel confused, and this is the reason why our minds are dizzy.

However, in the same black hole flying disk, why is there nothing wrong with this hall? "While Liu Qianlang was speaking, his eyes fell on the shiny floor of the hall around him.

It was intentionally firm, but it didn't feel the cold suction in the cylindrical hall at all. Liu Qianlang was very puzzled, bowed his head and began to seriously analyze the structure of the ground, ignoring Song Zhen.

Motivated the psychic dazzling eyes to the level of hundreds of millions of breaths, and studied the whole body inch by inch. After a long time, finally found the problem. Excitedly, Liu Qianlang slashed towards the ground with the Nine Heavens Immortal Fate Sword.

"Cough!"

After a crisp sound, the Nine Heavens Immortal Fate Sword immediately cut a finger-wide groove on the ground, and then a burst of black smoke quickly emerged from the groove, and then the groove closed automatically, and then returned to its original state.

"Look, fourth brother, there must be a layer of special substance sealed on the ground. Although the color is the same as that of the ground outside the hall and in those cylindrical buildings, it is not the same thing. It seems to be here? Yes, it is Bone Dark Light! Those places should be?"

Liu Qianlang said excitedly to Song Zhen, but Song Zhen ignored Liu Qianlang.

Liu Qianlang hadn't seen the white shiny substance there, didn't hear Song Zhen's response, and didn't look up, thinking that his brother didn't have any opinion. Looking at the bright red Nine Heavens Immortal Fate Sword in his hand, he lowered his head and fell into deep thought.

At this moment, Song Zhen was also staring, but his eyes fell on countless cliffs thousands of miles away from the black hole flying disk.

For some reason, his face became a little pale again, and his expression was full of shock. He stood like this for a long time, he didn't listen to a word Liu Qianlang said just now, he just stood there, looking at the distant place of the black hole flying disk in astonishment.

After a long time, Liu Qianlang sighed and stood up, because he didn't understand what he wanted to understand. I plan to leave here with my brother.

When I looked up, I suddenly saw my brother was in a daze again, and couldn't help laughing: "Hehe, fourth brother, there is nothing wrong with this ground, why haven't you forgotten the feeling inside?"

"No, third brother! Now I really can't tell whether the two of us are humans or souls! Look at sister Juan's camp."

Song's expression of shock and astonishment did not change, but his mind was clear. Hearing the third brother's jokes, he couldn't laugh at all, and his eyes remained unchanged.

"What?"

Hearing Song Zhen's words, Liu Qianlang wanted to tease him again, but before he could say anything, he was also surprised to see that on the cliff thousands of miles away, there was himself and his brother Song Zhen standing beside his sister, together On the left and on the right, together with my sister, I looked at the lonely human city and the inner city camp of Prince Underworld.

"Us?" Liu Qianlang and Song Zhen looked at each other awkwardly, not knowing what to say.

"Who is alive?"

After a while, Song Zhen frowned, his black and white eyebrows writhing, and asked with a grin.