The Legend of Futian

Hua Qingqing looked towards the Black Wind Carving, those evil eyes had terrible bloodthirsty light, and there were horrible evil thoughts rushed directly into her mind.

The evil air flows around the body of the Black Wind Carving. It seems to be metamorphosing. On it, a faint ghost bird appears.

Music is lingering, guarding their own will, Hua Qingqing's shirt is fluttering, holy as an immortal, a fairy like a ghost appears around him, speaking holy voice, and the halo enveloping the body of the black wind carving is like purifying its evil.

"Om." The black wind eagle who faintly turned into a demon bird flapped, its wings spread out to cover the sky, wicked air, and its wings with dark streamers shone through the void, and slid away towards Hua Qingqing's body.

Its claws grabbed at Hua Qingqing, tearing everything apart.

Hua Qingqing's fingers swiftly plucked the strings, and the fairy-like shadow blasted out the palm print, like the saint's seal, suppressing demons.

The holy seal of India collided with the evil claws and was penetrated by darkness. The claws continued to tear away from Hua Qingqing's body. Under the overwhelming pressure of the demon bird, Hua Qingqing's figure seemed extremely small. Fragile, like a weak woman, will be crushed by magic birds in the sight.

However, Hua Qingqing's look remained the same. Her fair and beautiful ten fingers still plucked the strings, her body seemed to be shrouded by the Holy Light, and it continued to spread. The Holy Voice dangled into a sacred light, flowing toward the black wind carving that was killed. Go, envelop the huge magic bird, at this moment, the black wind sculpture seems to emit a long humming, affected by the holy light beam, and the evil gas will be purified and wiped away.

Hua Qingqing bowed her head, her long ten fingers beating on the strings, her heart was immersed, and she was immersed in the music. The light on her body became brighter, more sacred, and not profane.

The glory of the demon bird was sometimes dim and sometimes dazzling. The black wind carving rushed into the holy light. It made a long beep, and the evil eyes desperately continued to rush to Hua Qingqing's body. The sharp wings cut the screen of holy sound, and the claws banged Before Hua Qingqing's body, the claws that could tear everything seemed like the sacred light around Hua Qingqing's body.

With a long howl, the black wind carved wings spread to the sky, then dived down, covered the sky and sun, and continued to attack, but still failed to penetrate Hua Qingqing's defense.

Subsequently, countless afterimages appeared in this heaven and earth, and the Black Wind Eagle attacked wildly and ran away completely.

The holy voice is dazzling and shining, Hua Qingqing's body seems to be shrouded in fairy light, inviolable.

At this time she was pure and immaculate, sacred as a fairy.

The black wind carving once again blew up, with a long cry, swallowing the evil spirits of the Tianshan Mountains, the eyes became more and more strange, and the endless aura surrounding it, the magic bird's shadow continued to expand. When it lowered its head, its eyes were full of contempt for beings. The last trace of reason in the mind is about to be annihilated, and the will of the demon bird is like completely occupying the dominance of its body.

Heifeng Diao turned his head, and the strange eyes glanced at Ye Futian, like the last stare. Then, his evil eyes were burning, sweeping towards Hua Qingqing, the huge body, and then dived down again, incarnate The true magic bird, the king of darkness.

It was like a dark lightning bolt that cut everything.

Hua Qingqing looked up at the void, and in front of her, the endless holy light gathered together, turned into a sacred sword, cut off the evil holy sword of the world, and stabbed towards the dark lightning that came.

At this moment, darkness and light collided, and the sound of crickets came out. The sacred sharp sword seemed to penetrate the dark body, causing the power of darkness to be continuously dissipated, but the evil eyes were still emaciated, and could not be seen forever. With extremely strong determination, the claws tore down and banged on Hua Qingqing's body. The sound of gurgling came out, his clean clothes were torn, blood penetrated out, and Hua Qingqing's body was blown out. He slammed **** a boulder, his face pale.

The figure of the demon bird transformed by the Black Wind Carving turned back in an instant and headed obliquely upwards towards the Buddha who fought the rest of his life.

The rest of my life has been exhausted, supported by my will, and madly burning my own potential. Now I encounter a Buddha, was suppressed by death, hit by the light of the Buddha, and still persists.

Just as the Buddha wanted to settle the battle, he saw the King of the Dark Sky coming, the Buddha's expression changed slightly, the Buddha's light was flourishing, the thousand-handed Buddha's seal appeared, covering the sky and suppressing demons.

The rumbling voice continued, and the demon bird shattered all the palm prints, leaving it to slam, leaving it still, the submerged body fell directly in front of the Buddha, the sharp claws tore down, and the Buddha vomited the Brahma, The Buddha's light was dazzling and shrouded the body. The sharp claws smashed down, penetrated the Buddha's light, and struck on his body. The Buddha's body was blown out instantly, rolled down the slope, vomited blood, and was seriously injured.

The blood of the black wind eagle was stained with blood. It shouted, and the darkness shrouded the body. It had to be completely demonized. The mind gradually disappeared. The pupil was seeing the bloodthirsty light. It shouted. The body shook up and went towards the nine days, straight. Rushed to the top of Tianshan Mountain, if it stayed, it would kill everything, including Ye Futian and the rest of his life.

"Little Eagle."

Ye Futian looked up at the figure leaving in the void. He felt that the spiritual imprint he had planted in the mind of Heifengdiao had been buried. Now he can only sense its existence, but can no longer control it. .

He naturally knew that the Black Wind carved the magic bird and fought for him.

"Boom."

At this moment, the rest of his body fell down, and finally reached the limit, unable to support it, and the magic of his body gradually dissipated. He returned to his former appearance and lay quietly in the snow and ice.

Ye Futian raised his footsteps, walked to the rest of his life, then lifted him up and carried him on his body.

Looking back, Ye Futian glanced at Ye Wuchen, and saw Ye Wuchen smiling at him: "You can take the rest of my life up the mountain, I can't go up."

"You're careful." Ye Futian nodded to Ye Wuchen, then raised his footsteps, and continued to walk up the mountain road.

"You guy, it's too heavy." Ye Futian murmured in a depressed mood, the back of the two of them had some sadness.

Ye Wuchen watched the two men go up the mountain. Then he turned around and walked down the mountain. He couldn't support it. Even if his injuries recovered, he couldn't set foot on Tianshan. Ye Futian had to take care of the rest of his life. He had to give up.

When I walked to Hua Qingqing's side, I saw Hua Qingqing stand up, the two looked at each other, and Ye Wuchen said, "Qin Li, and the people of the Qin Dynasty, shouldn't they be damned?"

With that said, he continued down the mountain.

Hua Qingqing's beautiful eyes stared at his figure, she naturally understood Ye Wuchen's hatred for the Qin Dynasty.

In the case of Liu Guo, she was also able to guess that the layout of the Qin Dynasty was about to destroy Liu Guo, to deter the Eastern Wasteland, the destruction of the King Liu family, and the relationship between Ye Wuchen and Ye Futian and Liu Shenyu. Damn those who are away from the Qin Dynasty?

Her heart was slightly turbulent, but she was from Donghuazong, the daughter of the suzerain, and killed her brother Qian Shanmu's wife Qin Mengruo in front of her for the rest of her life.

She and her brother Qian Shanmu are well versed in the way of rhythm, and they often learned the technique of rhythm with their mother when they were young.

Thinking of this, she converged the waves in her heart, raised her footsteps, and continued to walk up. At this moment, her clothes were messy and stained with blood, but her eyes were still clear.

The Buddha's body walked back hard, then sat cross-legged, the Buddha's light was bright, and his practice closed with his eyes closed.

Hua Qingqing glanced at him and looked at Ye Futian again, a ray of doubt came into her heart. What is right and what is evil?

The Buddha wanted to stop Ye Futian from going to the demon.

However, in his eyes, the demons and the remaining creatures killed, but they did everything to protect Ye Futian, burning his life at his will.

Even if it was a demon, he did not hesitate to completely fall under the control of the demon, but he had to fight to protect the protector, so as not to let Ye Futian be injured.

Righteousness and evil in the world, how to break?

The handsome figure carrying the rest of his life, why can he have this charm, he can spare Qin Li for his friend Ye Wuchen and Liu Shenyu at all costs, and it is naturally worthwhile to stand in the position of Ye Wuchen Liu Shenyu. Friends who give their lives, so they can live and die together.

Since she was young, Hua Qingqing liked the rhythm, she was pure in heart, she didn't like intrigue, and ignored the grievances of the world.

Maybe this is what mother said, it is too difficult to live in the world of spiritual practice and to keep a pure heart forever.

Because of her noble status and her parents' protection, she can always guard that purity.

On the mountain road, one after the other, three figures, as if never tireless, they were obviously tired, but had to move on.

The snow is still, the sky is frosty, and white snow is constantly falling on the body. Ye Futian will use fire and aura to expel the chill for the rest of his life ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Melting snow and ice.

Hua Qingqing always stayed behind him. The two got higher and higher. I did n’t know how long they had walked. Ye Futian turned his head and looked at Hua Qingqing. The snow was blowing on his face. Although his eyes were exhausted, Yes, but the smile still feels sunny.

"I have a girlfriend. It's useless to chase after you." Ye Futian said, Hua Qingqing's eyes narrowed, she blinked, and then she continued to lift her feet up.

"Hey, long-term beauty is trouble." Ye Futian was depressed, and continued to walk up, really tired.

Time passed, and the mountains on the snow-covered mountain road seemed extremely small and lonely.

They went higher and higher, and gradually, when they looked up, they seemed to be able to see the sky.

The top of the Tianshan Mountain is approaching.

Here, the evil thoughts are extremely terrible, an invisible force is oppressed on the body, as if carrying the entire Tianshan.

Ye Futian's footsteps stopped, and then he continued to move upwards. Each step left a footprint in the white snow on the ground, and each step was extremely heavy.

But he was still walking without stopping.

Behind him, Hua Qingqing also took steps one step at a time, very slowly and slowly.

She heard that a person with a pure mind can have a chance to go up the mountain.

So, what about Ye Futian?

Looking up at the figure in front of him, carrying the figure of the rest of his life in the snow in the sky, what kind of man is he!

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