The Sword Dynasty

After the sorrow, he was self-deprecating. Shen Xuan thought that after all, he thought it was too beautiful. . .

It seems that there is such a good thing in this world, but it is just that one of his own thoughts is just being hit by himself.

"It seems that there is nothing wrong with your investigation."

Thin and tall, he lowered his head slightly and apologized to Mo Qinggong on his side.

Mo Qinggong naturally does not think that he has the ability to be equal to him. He is now returning to the ceremony and said: "Shen Daren is polite."

Looking at the change of Shen Xuan's face, Ding Ning knew that his biggest crisis had passed.

At the same time, however, he decided to tell the grandson Sunshine about all the things that happened in the big floating prison today, and let her understand that he and her enemies, such as Shen Xuan, are really powerful enemies, even if they were enthroned in the Yuanwu emperor. Two years later, they still maintained a strong vigilance. After Changling’s things worthy of their attention, they even thought of the person.

Shen Xuan turned his head and signaled that Ding Ning could get up, and slowly said: "The willpower of the practitioner is much stronger than that of ordinary people. Especially many powerful practitioners can even deceive themselves and strip their perceptions from their bodies. The body at that time was like an irrelevant skin for them. No matter what you do to their bodies, it seems to them to be sentenced to others, so they must completely disintegrate them. Will, always start at their spiritual level. I have already tried almost the same as the practitioner who assassinated you, but I am afraid there are still some omissions. This practitioner has entered the big floating prison for you, seeing you, feelings will More unstable, I have an article to do."

Ding Ning stood up and nodded, indicating that he understood.

Shen Xuan turned and squirmed like a worm on the rear iron hook, and walked away with a sly figure.

A faint temperament emerged from his body, with some fresh power to break into the meridians of that figure.

Ding Ning carefully controlled his heartbeat and killing, watching the practitioner who had assassinated himself in the fish market.

At this point the practitioner has completely turned into a horrible red meat, but half of the face seems to be deliberately retained, but also see the previous appearance.

After the invigorating power of the living, the practitioner suddenly felt a violent inspiratory breath, as if the person who had been drowning for a long time finally breathed a fresh air, and in a good eye, he finally appeared. The light reflects the three people in front of you.

However, just looking at the face of Ding Ning and Shen Xuan, the eye of this practitioner became extremely bloody, and the eyeballs were so large that the numerous bloodshots that seemed to be bursting were about to burst.

This is a look that can't be described by words, such as horror, horror, regret, and many other emotions.

Not waiting for Shen Xuan’s opening, this practitioner has already taken the madness, and continually voiced like a memorization: “I am Zhuang Yonglie, the original Jiaodong person...”

Another faint temperament emerged from Shen Xuan's body and fell into the body of this practitioner.

The practitioner was momentarily still, as if even the emotions were frozen at this moment.

"You go out."

Shen Xuan waved his hand at Ding Ning, directly indicating that Ding Ning could leave.

Out of this stone room, Ding Ning saw that the blood was already waiting outside. At this time, Ding Ning had a sadness in his chest and his eyes were very small. He knew that the deepest stone room was not far from here.

He even knew the location of the stone room, but the saddest thing was that he couldn’t even look at it at the moment, and he couldn’t even think about what kind of arrangement there was. He couldn’t even let the eyelids There is nothing in the mean.

He can only think about it, at least as he had hoped at the beginning, he finally entered the big floating prison which has changed a lot.

Following the slow pace of the blood, he thought coldly, in the case that so many strong arrays were preserved, it seems that you want to quickly enter the innermost dungeon. Ways.

After entering the dungeon, there seems to be only one possibility to be able to go out from here again. It must be joined by four practitioners above the seven continents.

When I think of the breath that Shen Xuan’s body is flowing, his gaze is colder. He is sure that the four are not enough. At least five practitioners above seven are needed.

However, at this time, looking at the entire Changling, where are five daring to enter here, defying the practitioners of the Daqin dynasty?

Ding Ning felt a little cold, and he shrank his body slightly.

Many of the flowers painted on the wall in the Wutonglou wine shop have been bleak because of the time.

This wall of painting involves a large number of practitioners above the seven realms.

However, just like Lianglian, it is like the latest Zhou family ancestors he added... These people, it is possible to kill each other in his plan, but how can he join hands for his possible use.

The long-term Sunshine snow is now in front of the wall he painted.

She couldn't understand the meaning of Ding Ning's flower-like symbols, and she was not willing to spend the slightest brainpower on things other than practice.

She just wants to turn herself into a sword that forgets many things, is getting simpler, but getting stronger and stronger.

Therefore, although this painting wall has existed for a long time, she is also the first time to really stand here and take a serious look.

Today, for her, there is such a change. Because the blood came to Ding Ning, she heard it very clearly. She knows very well what the big floating water is.

In such a place, Ding Ning is also very likely to fall directly into it.

Her mood has become somewhat anxious.

At this time, for the first time, I really looked at the painting wall left by Ding Ning. She felt very complicated at first, and it was not easy to remember so many grudges. But soon, her picturesque eyebrows were deeply wrinkled. From the beginning, there is a strange taste in the heart that is difficult to describe with words.

She faintly saw that the strangeness between the flowers is the road to Changling.

One of the cyan flowers is the location of the wine shop where she is now.

The location of some gray flowers is the turret that closely monitors the movements of Changling's straight roads.

These positions are certain, and there are many green leaves that look confusing and meaningless. In her eyes, they become garrisons and active tigers and wolves.

Some of them are intentionally left blank, it is best to avoid the turret observation and the route of these tigers and wolves.

Therefore, this painting wall, the same one how to escape the road map of Changling.

Ding Ning so easily draws such a road map with some hints, he must be familiar with the heart... so this picture is for her.

What makes her somewhat incomprehensible is that it is faint, and all the patterns on this wall are actually a person's face.

It is her face.

Although it may be difficult for anyone except her to see it, it only has the same charm.

But like practicing a sword, it is not difficult to refine its shape. The hard part is to refine its charm.

"If there is no exact message from you until late at night, I will try to leave."

The long-haired Sun Xue took a deep breath, as he usually said to Ding Ning, facing the wall, said coldly.

However, at this time, her gorgeous face suddenly caught a layer of frost.

She felt a familiar atmosphere.

......

A carriage parked outside the restaurant along the street.

The driver wearing a thick cotton jacket held a slightly hot copper soup and slept, waiting for the employer in the restaurant, and a breeze blew behind him.

The driver only felt that his eyelids were sinking, and he hanged his head and fell asleep.

A soft force came from the empty car behind him, controlling the reins, turning the horse's head, and slowly moving toward a laneway outside the phoenix tree.

The carriage quietly followed a man dressed in a vendor who crossed the phoenix tree.

After following a few streets, the carriage lost control and stopped.

The sleeping driver was hurried to wake up. He was sweating while watching the surrounding scenery. He even sneaked into his heart and fell asleep. He even fell asleep and let the carriage go through several streets. Fortunately, he did not hit anyone.

At this time, the driver of another carriage in this street was like his head, and fell into a deep sleep. At the same time, the gentle force was transmitted from the carriage, and the carriage continued to control the man.

After crossing several streets, the man dressed by the merchant stopped his footsteps.

A restaurant in front of him closed the door.

However, in the perception of the long-term light snow that slowly released the soft power in the carriage, in the backyard of the restaurant, a gray-shirt man was washing some horses.

She knows that this gray-shirt man is called Jing Mozong. He is one of Wang Taixu's most loyal subordinates, and he was also a person who had been rushed by Ding Ning in the streets.

At this time, she also felt the intention of the man who was dressed up by her familiar traders. After a slight indulgence, she was cold and soft, talking to Ding Ning and said: "Sorry, the plan is not as good as change. ""

In the next moment, her breath was slightly shocked.

The strength that controlled the reins became even more fierce.

The man standing in front of the restaurant turned around and looked down on the carriage she was in.

The face of the grandson's shallow snow has not changed, she controlled the carriage and continued to move forward.

The man who looked like a trader narrowed his eyes and shed a hint of coldness and unruly meaning that could not be described in words.

A sneer smile appeared in the corner of his mouth.

Without any hesitation, he stepped up and kept up with the carriage where the grandson Sunshine was.