The Sword Dynasty

After Xiao Suo was self-deprecating, Shen Xuan thought that after all, he still thought too beautifully.

Where did such a good thing happen to happen in this world, just one of my own thoughts just happened to be hit by myself.

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

As thin as a turret, he hung his head slightly, apologizing to Mo Qinggong on his side.

Mo Qinggong naturally didn't think he had the ability to sit on equal foot with him, and bowed back to the present, saying, "Master Shen is polite."

Looking at Shen Xuan's complexion, Ding Ning knew that his biggest crisis had passed.

However, at the same time, he decided to tell Chang Sun Qianxue all the things that happened in the Dafushui prison today, to let her understand that he and her enemies, such as Shen Xuan, a truly powerful enemy, even after the emperor Yuanwu had ascended Two years later, they still maintained strong vigilance. After something happened in Changling that deserves their attention, they even subconsciously think of that person.

Shen Xuan turned his head, indicating that Ding Ning could get up, and at the same time said slowly: "The willpower of practitioners is much stronger than ordinary people, especially many powerful practitioners can even deceive themselves and strip their perception from their bodies. At that time, their body was like an irrelevant skin sac to them. No matter what you did to their body, it seemed to them that they were torture others, so they should be completely dismantled. Will, you must always start at their spiritual level. I have interrogated the practitioner who assassinated you, but I am afraid that there are still some omissions. This practitioner is in the big floating water prison because of you. When I see you, my emotions will be Even more unstable, I have an article to do."

Ding Ning stood up, nodded, and motioned to understand.

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

A faint vitality emerged from his body, and he entered the meridian of that figure with some fresh power.

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

At this time, the practitioner had completely turned into a scary piece of fresh red meat, but half of the face seemed to be kept intentionally, and he could still see the previous appearance.

After the fresh force entered, the practitioner suddenly inhaled violently, as if the person who had drowned for a long time finally breathed a breath of fresh air, and finally appeared in his intact eyes. The light reflected the three people in front of me.

However, while seeing the face of Ding Ning and Shen Xuan, the eyeball of this practitioner became extremely blood-red, and the eyeball was extremely wide, and the countless bloodshot eyes seemed to burst soon.

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

Not waiting for Shen Xuan to speak, this practitioner has already madly uttered continuously like a recitation: "I am Zhuang Yonglie, the original Jiaodong people..."

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

This practitioner is still for a moment, as if his emotions are frozen at this moment.

"You go out."

Shen Xuan waved at Ding Ning and directly signaled that Ding Ning could leave.

Walking out of this stone room, Ding Ning saw that Blood One was already waiting outside. At this time, Ding Ning had a sorrow in his chest and his eyes were slightly astringent. He knew that the deepest stone room was not far from here.

He even knew the position of the stone room, but the saddest thing is that he couldn’t even look at it at this moment, or even feel the arrangement there, he couldn’t even let his eyes Astringency is revealed in the slightest.

He could only think that, at least as he had hoped at the beginning, he finally entered this big floating water cell that had many changes.

Following the footsteps of Xueyi slowly, he thought coldly in his heart. Under the circumstances that so many powerful magic circles were preserved intact, it seemed that there was only one way to quickly enter the innermost dungeon. way.

After entering the water cell, if you want to be able to go out from here, there seems to be only one possibility...that must be joined by four practitioners above the seven realms.

Thinking of the breath flowing inside Shen Xuan's body, his eyes became colder. He determined that four were not enough, and at least five practitioners above the seven realms were needed.

However, looking at the entire Changling at this time, where are the five practitioners who dare to enter here and defy the Great Qin Dynasty?

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

Many flowers painted on that wall in the Wutonglou wine shop are already bleak because of the long time.

This wall of painting involves many practitioners above the Seven Realms.

However, it is like Liang Lian, just like the latest Zhou family ancestor he added... these people may fight against each other in his plan, but how can they join forces for his use.

Long Sun Qianxue was right 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 any effort on things other than spiritual practice.

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

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

Today, there is such a change for her, because when she came to Ding Ning, she heard it very clearly, and she knew exactly what the big floating water prison was like.

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

Her mood unconsciously became a little restless.

At this time, for the first time, she really looked at the painting wall left by Ding Ning. At first, she felt very complicated. She wanted to remember so many grudges. It was very difficult, but soon, her picturesque eyebrows were deeply wrinkled. From then on, there was something strange in my heart that was hard to describe in words.

She vaguely saw that the path between the flowers was the path of the Changling Mausoleum.

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

Whereas some gray flowers are located, it is the turret that is constantly monitoring the movement of the straight roads in Changling.

These positions are certain, and there are many green leaves that seem to be complex and meaningless, and in her eyes become the garrison and the active Tiger Wolf Army.

Some of these places are intentionally left blank, and it is best to avoid the observation of the turret and the routes of these tigers.

So this painted wall is also a road map for how to escape from Changling to the fastest.

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

What makes her somewhat difficult to understand is that all the patterns on this wall are actually faint.

It's her face.

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

But like practicing swords, it is not difficult to refine its shape, but it is difficult to refine the charm.

"If you don't have your exact message before midnight, I will try to leave."

The grandson Qianxue took a deep breath, just like talking to Ding Ning normally, and said coldly to this wall.

However, at this moment, her beautiful face was suddenly covered with a layer of frost.

She felt a familiar breath.

...

A carriage was parked outside the restaurant along the street.

The driver dressed in a thick cotton jacket was dozing off while holding the slightly hot copper soup, waiting for the employer in the restaurant, a breeze blew behind his head.

The driver only felt his eyelids sink, so his head fell down, and he fell asleep.

And a gentle force came from the empty car behind him, controlling the reins, turning the horse's head, and slowly walking toward a lane outside the plane.

The carriage quietly followed a man dressed as a merchant who passed through Wutongluo.

After following several streets, the carriage lost control and stopped.

The sleeping driver Huo Ran woke up, sweating while seeing the surrounding scenes, and repeatedly scolded himself in his sleepiness and mistakes. He fell asleep and let the carriage wander a few streets. Fortunately, no one was hit.

At this time, the driver of the other carriage in this street dropped his head like him and fell into a deep sleep. At the same time, a soft force came from the carriage and continued to control the carriage to keep up with the man.

After crossing several streets, the man dressed as a merchant stopped.

A restaurant in front of him was closed.

However, in the perception of Chang Sun Qingxue, who slowly released the soft power in the carriage, a grey shirt man was washing some horses in the backyard of the restaurant.

She knew that the gray-shirt man was called Jing Mozong, and was one of Wang Taixu's most loyal subordinates, and was the one who had blooded and killed in the streets and blood with Ding Ning.

At this time, she also felt the intention of the man dressed as a merchant with her familiar breath. After a slight pondering, she spoke coldly and softly to Ding Ning, saying: "Sorry, the plan is not as good as change ."

At the next moment, the breath on her body shook slightly.

The vitality that controlled the reins became more intense.

Huo Ran, the man standing in front of the restaurant, turned and looked at the carriage where she was.

Chang Sun Qingxue's face did not change, she controlled the carriage to continue on.

The merchant-looking man's eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a hint of coldness and rebelliousness that was difficult to describe in words.

A slight mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Without any hesitation, he accelerated his pace and kept up with the carriage where Chang Sun Qingxue was.