There was a thunder on Suzaku Street. (You can go to the leaf when you read the novel

Guanzhu and Ning Que intersect.

Numerous breaths broke out from between their bodies and shot all around. The bricks and stones were destroyed, the beams were broken, and the houses on the street collapsed.

The unimaginable majestic power smashed into Ning Que's palm from Ning Que's fist.

He was like a bridge at this time, connecting Chang'an City with the viewer. The violent heaven and earth vitality rushed out of his bones and flesh and blood, putting him under a great load.

He suffered very hard, his joints rattled, his eyelashes were slightly scorched, his body shivered violently, and blood flowed continuously from the corners of his lips and fell on the snow.

But he was laughing.

Three fingers were cut off from the palm of the watcher, and the broken part was as clean as jade. At this time, it suddenly burst, and bloodshot blood oozed out.

The smile on his face narrowed slightly, but it didn't fade.

A snowflake fluttered in front of his eyes, brushing his eyelashes.

The color of his pupils gradually faded.

In other words, the color of the snowflake began to darken.

Is gray.

The eyes of the Lord turned gray, like a haze over the abyss. This is the second time his eyes have become gray today, and the second time is using the Taoist secret method: gray eyes.

The mysterious method of gray eyes, which specializes in absorbing the mind and spirit of practitioners, is very evil and terrifying.

The Longqing prince first learned this different method from the Tianshu sand scrolls, and then absorbed the peerless skills of half of the Taoists, before turning from a waste person into a powerhouse in the wilderness. [WWw.YZUU dot m]

The gray eyes of the Lord do not know how many thousand times stronger than Longqing. Facing him like gray eyes at the bottom of a deep and dry well, as strong as Yulian also felt angry and palpitated.

What can Ning Que do?

He felt the horror-absorbing power of the black vortex on the subject, and felt the wind blowing on his cheeks. There was no change in the emotion on his face, and he was calm as usual.

He didn't do anything, because the gray eyes of the subject had no effect on him, whether it was the consciousness in the sea or the aura in his chest. All stayed quietly.

The viewer cannot take away a breath of breath, even the taste.

The viewer's eyebrows were raised.

Ning Que took a deep breath, her chest bulging high. It was like a battle flag blown by strong wind.

The cold wind and snow particles in front of him were sucked into his lungs.

The subject broke his finger and said that the blood water sprayed out turned into a blood mist, and he swallowed it into his lips with a swish.

There were more blood stains on the corners of his lips. It is subjective except its own.

This picture looks very strange.

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Ning Que knew that he was not an opponent to watch the subject, even if there was a Chang'an City behind him. From the very beginning, he had no ambition to defeat the opponent, only hoping to repair the shock array.

So he walked in the streets, but was eventually seen by the audience, so he waved his sword on the snow street and fought far away, only thinking about defending the enemy for more than ten miles away. []

All these signs clearly revealed his fear, and it was even less likely to escape the eyes of the subject. So the viewer came to him calmly and smilingly, approaching step by step.

In fact, this is what Ning Que needs.

In a large-scale battle with the world of heaven and earth as the battlefield, he couldn't find a chance to defeat the subject. On the contrary, if the distance is close enough, or he can find a hint of hope in despair.

Because he is good at close combat. His body was as hard as a rock after he got into the devil, and he had terrifying power. The most important thing was that he had an eye pestle in his hand. In the morning, he saw the battle between the Lord and the Three Sisters by Yanming Lake.

Grey eyes are a mystery that the Tao cannot pass on, but Ning Que understands this kind of exercise very well, because he fought Long Qing outside the Red Lotus Temple. Because the gray eyes come from the gluttons of Mozong.

The gluttony has long been lost. After Lian's life and death, only one person in this world will be gluttonous, that is Ningque, and only the red fish and Sang Sang know this matter.

So he has been giving the viewer a chance to get close, he is waiting for the other to get close.

Watching the viewer approaching calmly, he was nervous and looking forward.

Looking at the subject's eyes turned gray, he became excited and happy.

The gray eyes had no effect on him, and his gluttony began to release, just like the greedy monster in the legend, desperately swallowing everything in front of him.

The cold wind covered with snow grains and the mist of blood scattered into his lips.

At this time, he seemed to become a beast that engulfed flesh, desperately sucking the blood of the subject, devouring the mind and spirit of the subject, and even forgot to breathe.

A faint red channel appeared between him and the subject's body. The subject's rich mind and spiritual breath quickly disappeared from that channel and entered his body.

Ning Que's face was flushed, like a drunk man, like morning glow.

His eyes were bright like a golden pond, and he wanted to devour the figure of the viewer.

He clearly felt that a pure and pure atmosphere, like a water-like breath, kept pouring into his own snowy mountains and sea, washing his body extremely clean.

He knew that it was the most essential breath of life for the subject.

The gluttony is far stronger than the gray eyes, and once cast, it is almost irreversible.

Ning Que looked at the nearby audience and showed a smile.

It seems that he really is about to usher in an impossible victory.

But at the next moment, his smile became a bit stiff.

Because the subject is still laughing.

The spirit and mindfulness of watching the Lord are dying at a terrifying rate, but he is still laughing.

His eyes were no longer gray, but he was calm like a lake, and there was a hint of mockery in it.

His smile was still calm, as if he had insight into all the changing stories in the world.

Ning Que suddenly felt that water-like breath ... turned into ice.

This is not just a psychological change, but something that actually happens in objective reality.

The breath that had washed his snowy mountain marrows like clear water suddenly turned cold into ice. At this time, it turned into countless ballast and snow scraps, covering all the smallest areas of his body.

It's not that his subjective breath that has been eaten up by gluttony has changed.

But because of another breath on the subject, he was swallowed into the body.

It was a breath of absolute silence.

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Heat is a sport.

Cold is a decrease in exercise intensity.

Death will bring absolute cold.

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Looking at the subject, Ning Que knew she was wrong.

Before the strong power gap, any sense of combat is meaningless. Even if he used gluttonous food to fight back the gray eyes ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ but as long as the Lord gave away the silence above the ray of five realms, he could not cope.

His body was suddenly stiff and cold, unable to move.

Snow fell on his face, as if it would never melt.

His knowledge of the sea began to freeze.

His body and mind became a cold and dead world.

He communicated with Chang'an City, but he still could not break through this dead world.

Even the entire Chang'an city began to freeze.

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(On the road today, the plane transfers to the train and arrives in Hangzhou at night. This chapter was written last night. I hope that the journey will be smooth and not too hard.) (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for it. Tickets, monthly tickets, your support is my biggest motivation.)