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When Luo Jiujiang crossed the catastrophe, the cloud of robbery was stopping above the holy mountain. Even if the center and the location of the holy mountain were slightly deviated, that did not prevent the holy mountain from becoming the front line covered by the entire cloud of robbery.
Almost as soon as the bright silver robbery cloud appeared on the horizon of the Holy Land, Han Qianling, who was diving deep at the bottom of the deep blue pool, frowned at it.
Even now that he has spent most of his attention on the Dao source fragments at the bottom of the fusion pool, he can still feel the extraordinaryness of this robbery cloud.
It is not strange to go through the catastrophe in the holy land, and it may be rare to go through the Nascent Soul catastrophe, but it is so unique, even based on his knowledge, it can be said that it is an unheard of catastrophe cloud, so that Han Qianling can only think of one person.
After all, in the entire Holy Land, even if Han Qianling, Dong Shuangyu, and Ni Kui are all counted as half, the number of people with Daoyuan will never exceed three fingers.
And the two alien species except Luo Jiujiang It's not that Han Qianling is contemptuous, but they really don't seem to be able to attract such a situation.
The aura of the robbery cloud that was rapidly approaching the hinterland of the holy mountain was like refined metallurgy, sharp as if it could cut a person's consciousness, and it tasted like blood and fire.
Han Qianling can imagine what kind of temper Luo Jiujiang will face at this time outside the valley of the holy mountain. And the person he loves, no matter how difficult the situation is, will be like a stone pine on a cliff or a strong bamboo in the wind, and no adversity can break his bones.
As for himself, who is deep in the heart of the holy mountain, there are also challenges he will face.
Han Qianling raised his eyes slightly, as if he could see through this pool of secluded cold springs, through the rocks and gravel that make up the holy mountain, through the valleys and plains separated along the way, and quietly arrive at Luo Jiujiang's side.
That look seemed to be nostalgic, but it was only a short moment before Han Qianling looked away. He even withdrew all his spiritual consciousness, and plunged into the Dao source fragments at the bottom of the pool with all his concentration.
The things in front of him at this moment probably have the most complicated insides in the world. Among the most difficult things in the world, chaos can rank first, and it deserves to be the second. And when it comes to its sinisterness and danger, I am afraid that Chaos will consciously retreat to the point of shooting.
The most filthy evil thoughts left by the Dragon God back then, coupled with some chaotic inheritance memories, combined with the holy mountain's coveting and coveting for it for many years, all mixed in the source of yin and yang left by the Dragon God like a pot of porridge.
They are so tightly entangled with each other that they have been melted into one body over a long period of time. It is even different from all the existing dao sources in the world. It is not liquid like other dao sources, but has completely condensed into a solid.
The crystal like a fragment of a star lay quietly at the bottom of the white stone pool, exuding a strange light all over its body.
Putting together something less than the size of an adult man's thumbnail, it has been able to continuously illuminate the empty mountainside of the Holy Mountain for tens of thousands of years in the past.
Han Qianling's consciousness was ups and downs in one of the Dao sources, and he walked through a path with an evil thought that grabbed his footsteps. The dirty emotion scolded him, insulted him, and asked him to turn around and face himself, and take a good look at ten A part he abandoned years ago.
And the complicated and intermittent memories like faults are also a cage maze. Not to mention how intricate the terrain is, those memories that are difficult to distinguish from the beginning to the end, and the false and the real are enough to cause headaches.
And besides the Dao source of these few crystals, Han Qianling also insisted on resisting some kind of dark will between heaven and earth.
Many times, he was almost torn by evil thoughts and forced to return to the swamp. There were also thrilling moments, when he circled back and forth in the memory loop, unconscious, but as he stepped through the path and swamp step by step, a trace of Daoyuan was also absorbed and stripped by him.
The flow of time here is different from that of the outside world, and with all kinds of memories entangled with him, giving him time to add to his cognition, the gap between the two is even more difficult to calculate.
In the Daoyuan crystal, Han Qianling had narrowly escaped death several times, but the passage of time in the Holy Land was just enough for Luo Jiujiang to survive the ninth thunder disaster.
The ninth thunder tribulation is the one where Luo Jiujiang offended Tian Jie the most.
In an instant, the pressure on Han Qianling's back was relieved, as if something that had been imprisoning him was suddenly distracted, so he had no time to pay attention. This change was really unexpected for Han Qianling, so he didn't hold back any of his strength¡ª¡ª
He used the most delicate control to strip the source of Dao, and he could not even have a slight deviation. Regarding how to divert power to resist evil thoughts and the way of heaven, he almost controlled the aura to the point of perfection.
However, the providence that had been blocking him suddenly stopped, Han Qianling was caught off guard, and it was too late to make amends. In Balance Being Crazy???, Jiujiang, would you like to give it to me? "
Luo Jiujiang laughed, and returned Han Qianling's previous words: "Aren't you afraid of the old story of Dragon's Tail Grass?"
"I've taken care of it, and this kind of thing won't happen now." Han Qianling stroked Luo Jiujiang's waistline with his hands up and down, even breathing faster. Luo Jiujiang was so close to him that he could clearly feel his heart beating through his flesh.
"At this time, do you still have to ask?" Luo Jiujiang pushed Han Qianling's collarbone with his shoulder, motioning him to raise his head, and leaned forward to kiss Han Qianling's lips.
The tiny scratch on his tongue hadn't healed yet, Luo Jiujiang sucked the faint blood in his mouth, and blinked at Han Qianling, with a frivolous complacency in his smile: "Qianling, you're a little hot Choking."
Han Qianling choked for breath and couldn't hold it back anymore.
He almost rolled up Luo Jiujiang, and crashed into the cave with wisteria curtains in the blink of an eye. Luo Jiujiang was completely under his body, and he could feel Han Qianling's gaze first lingering on his collarbone for a moment, and then down inch by inch. Compared with his breathing, Han Qianling's gaze seemed to have a burning temperature .
The two fangs that cut through the tip of Luo Jiujiang's tongue before rubbed against Luo Jiujiang's neck twice, leaving only a few red marks on his skin. The bite that was really fierce to the extreme was bitten off by Han Qian Ling Yi tilted his head and landed on Luo Jiujiang's shoulder.
The sky seemed to be willing to cooperate with this pair of lovers and dimmed. Under the gentle silver light of the stars and the moon, the lover's body covered with sweat and hickeys only looked more attractive
It was a lingering lingering night.
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