Chapter 87: Tired of rain and wind

Meng Xueli knew the deepest part of the sea, the most hidden and intimate place, completely invaded by the atmosphere of Ji Xiao.
This kind of communication and impact on the spirit level made him soft and weak, and he felt dizzy, as if the ice and snow melted overnight at the sky cliff, and Changchun Peak, thousands of trees and peach blossoms opened at the same time.
At this moment, Ji Xiao was very close to him and far away.
"The life-saving grace is not worth repaying, and I would like to follow Jianzun from now on!"
"I can wear a thicker point, you give me a small stove."
"But by command, I am loyal to you and can learn from the sun and the moon!"
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"You are by my side, and I will keep you safe."
"This is the place where I preach. Do you want to join me?"
"My surname is not Ji, my surname is Xiao."
Past scenes flashed by. In a trance, Meng Xueli thought that a hundred years had passed, but only a short moment, less than a flower blooming time.
Ji Xiao said in his ear: "It's not safe here, 'Time for generations' to me." The voice was calm and gentle, as if afraid of scaring him.
Meng Xueli's brain was blank, unable to think, and obediently obeyed.
Ji Xiao looked up to the sky: "Hold me tight."
In Xitian, the last ray of evening glow disappeared into the sky, and the darkness was raging, and the tide swallowed the secret realm. The wild wind screamed in the wilderness, and the trees were bent over.
Another day passed, with only three days left until Han Hai ’s original end date.
Unbelievable changes are staged in the mysterious environment. The temperature is rapidly decreasing, the streams and lakes are frozen, and the forests and flowers are frosting.
Ji Xiao narrowed his eyes slightly, he knew what Gui Qing wanted to do.
Meng Xueli's legs were as soft as bones and he was not standing steadily. Fortunately, Ji Xiao was wrapped in his arms. Ji Xiao dismantled the "Times of the Time" into two swords, and the Imperial Sword took people to the Central City Diya. He wrapped the little fellow on his shoulders with one hand and a sword in the other. The wind blew his clothes and hunted and flew.
The cold wind roared, and Meng Xueli could hardly open his eyes. He looked up. After the sun had sunk, the beautiful sky that was half dark blue and half dark red had a spiderweb-like crack, like a crushed glass mirror, or an ice surface that was crushed by a beast.
The crack quickly expanded and covered the sky, which was strange and shocking.
"what happened?"
"Guiqing wants to refine the secret realm." Ji Xiao's voice came from above, but the lightness had a reassuring power.
In the Dungeon, Mirage feels extremely uneasy, not enough to support the illusion of Mirage. So the stars collapsed, the mountains sneaked, and the secret sky fragmented, revealing the original gray-black.
The secret realm is originally a piece of space debris. Its operating rules are set by Ji Xiao, and there are fixed numbers when it is opened and closed.
The guild missed this time, and it would take 20 years for the Hanhai Dabi Secret Realm to open before he had a chance to control it, unless his cultivation practice exceeded that of Ji Xiao. The closed formations set up by Ning Wei and others on the teleportation arrays of the secret realm light up one after another, assisting to return to the refining secret realm.
But Ji Xiao didn't die, and the original owner of the secret realm was still there.
Passing through the epochs of time, Meng Xueli felt the breath of Xiaoxiao behind him, and was climbing at a certain terror speed, and the invisible rich aura gathered to them, turning into a tangible vortex. He realized that Ji Xiao was absorbing the power of the secret realm and was competing with Guiqing for time.
Two powerful forces hedged and pulled in the limited space, almost tearing the mysterious realm.
The mystery began to collapse.
The deafening loud noise was more terrifying than the thunder, the ancient buildings of the Central City fell down, and the silhouette of the undulating mountains in the distance collapsed downward. The ground cracked and the groundwater sprayed upwards, forming a geyser several feet high.
The reason why the "land beyond the border" is barren, barren and inaccessible is because there are many space debris floating. Those debris are extremely unstable, and the violent turbulence and violent wind they produce can crush all living things.
This is the case. In the vortex of the violent aura, Meng Xueli could hardly breathe, and blunt heavy earth and rocks hit him densely like a storm.
Soon there was nothing, the gravel turned into powder, the loud noise faded instantly, and someone covered his ear.
Ji Xiao propped up a sword gas barrier for them and kept Feijian stable.
He tranced back to his first acquaintance with Ji Xiao, still a spirit mink, shrunk in Ji Xiao's chest, and there was Sword Sovereign covering the wind and snow, and no one could hurt it.
Feijian rushed through the splashing water, the collapsed boulder, and galloped all the way, as if the end of the world had already arrived, and only two of them were left between the world, flying against the wind and the sword.
Meng Xueli held Ji Xiao's waist tight and swallowed back her tears.
He thought that even if he died in the next moment, died in Ji Xiao's arms, this life is worth it.
Ji Xiao felt the shaking of the person in his arms: "Are you afraid?"
Meng Xueli shook his head and nodded.
He is not afraid of death, only that this is a dream.
Why don't you dare to think that Xiao Zhiyun is Ji Xiao?
People in the world chase Changchunfeng hypericum flowers, but Meng Xueli never believed in his luck.
Ji Xiao didn't die, and said that he liked him and kept protecting him by his side. Meng Xueli didn't dare to dream.
Am I good luck with this skyfall? I don't deserve it.
Ji Xiao said, "Don't be afraid. I'm here."
Meng Xueli nodded, relieved the violent dizziness, and got a little strength on his body.
Flying Sword rushed into the underground palace and scuttled in the dark corridor. The corridors behind them kept collapsing, the bricks exploded on all sides, and the smoke billowed.
Meng Xueli saw the phantom beast entrenched at the end of Yong Dao, struggling to shout: "Abandoned Beast, run!"
The gargoyle shivered and looked innocent. It did not know where to run, flicked its tail twice, and jumped up again.
Meng Xueli hates iron for not making steel: "Quickly become smaller!"
The Mirage understood this time, and the huge body shrank rapidly.
Ji Xiao's flying sword was about to pass over the phantom beast's head, the height suddenly dropped, Meng Xueli leaned over, picked up the phantom, Ji Xiao controlled the flying sword to rise again, rushed forward.
Meng Xueli put the boneless phantom into his arms.
In the center of the palace, a pond is full of glory. The clear underground spring blistered blisters.
"Wow!" Feijian rushed into the pond, splashing water into the sky.
In the next moment, the Underground Palace completely collapsed.
In such a tense moment, Meng Xueli still had a thought flashing in his mind: The mirage is not as good as me, and it is still my favorite.
Ji Xiao still supports the sword gas barrier to isolate the turbulent seawater. He seemed to be at ease, when he saw the little companion looking up at him, he even smiled.
The sword gas barrier separates the sea water, and the two fall on the soft sand of the seabed. The "Times of the Time" light up and illuminate one side of the sea.
Ji Xiao asked: "Are you all right?"
Meng Xueli shook his head. He was still a little dizzy.
Ji Xiao was relieved.
Meng Xueli heard a faint whisper, and was alert. Before he had time to look around, he smelled a smell first.
Ji Xiao coughed twice and sat down slowly with a sword post: "It's okay, go home. This is your carp."
Meng Xueli didn't understand, he only saw blood spilled from Ji Xiao's lips and dyed his red front.
"You are hurt?!"
Ji Xiao waved his hand: "It doesn't hinder."
It is an adventure to forcibly absorb the power of the mysterious realm and quickly improve the cultivation behavior in a short time. In fact, this body did not explode and was the result of his precise calculation and control.
Meng Xueli experienced ups and downs today, endured tears and tried to lift the lost companions: "Don't talk. Let's go ashore."
Ji Xiao refused to rely on him: "There is still a sentence, I must say, I have prepared for three days."
He took two things out of his arms, actually two wooden combs.
Meng Xueli's eyes were dim and he couldn't see Ji Xiao's face clearly. He saw that the comb was light and soft. When the comb teeth were combined, it was a full moon, and it was divided into two, which was half a moon.
Ji Xiao had a low cough, swallowed the blood in his throat, and smiled: "'Frightening Rain' is my first sword, it is a wooden sword, and it was originally deposited in my brother Hu's hands. I got back from him and beat him For the comb, the masterpieces "weary rain" and "tired wind" are given to you. "
He put the gift in Meng Xueli's hands: "I want to be a veritable companion with you, okay?"
Everyone speculates that "raininess" and "tired wind" must be priceless treasures, but they are not magic weapons, nor skills secrets, but just two wooden combs. They are simple and common in style.
Just as Meng Xueli is the only bland wish in Ji Xiao's vigorous life.
There is a romantic meaning behind this: I am tired of the wind and rain of the world, and I would like to comb my hair for the king.
But Ji Xiao's timing was not very good, although his expression was very serious: "If it doesn't work, I'll think of another way."
"Ah--" Meng Xueli's heartbroken cry cried from the seabed.
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After Qi Xianming and Meng Xueli talked about collapse, he was full of anger and nowhere to vent. He flew out of the secret realm, whispered irritatingly, and rushed straight into the sky.
"Meng Xueli, you actually fell in love with a dead person, and sooner or later you will regret it!"
Under the clouds and fog, the Hanhai Gobi Beach is boundless, and the vast sand dunes flow with the wind, changing shape.
In the vast sea, the heavens and the earth seem to have no borders, no other people or demon, only he is a demon, spread his wings across the sky.
The evening sun disappeared, the night fell, and the moon shadow moved west. Que Xianming gradually realized that something was wrong. At his speed, he should have flown out of the sea and reached the southern part of the mainland. Why is the cloud still yellow sand.
There is no reference on the ground, only the dunes that change with the wind, he seems to be back to the origin.
The peacock flew southeast and had to wander.
Finch Xianming struggled to fly upward, waving his wings under the pressure of high air flow, and suddenly his wingtips flicked on some cold, hard object, making a crunchy sound of metal collision. He was overwhelmed, his head was dull and he fell down.
A burst of coolness sprang from the bottom of Quexian's heart, cooling all the way to the tail feathers-this is not the real sky, or the real world.
Here, there is an invisible lid.
The peacock soared for seven days, and its wings were like pouring lead, back to its origin. After returning to the sandy ground for three days, he was exhausted and still unable to find out.
He finally realized that he had no way out of being in a round, hooded world.
After ten days of study, Que Xianming almost collapsed, and he shouted, "Hey, who are you--"
"You have something for me to come out--"
"When I go out, I must kill you! I will kill you!"
The Lord of the Tianhu Great Realm has a new bird, and he can't put it down, and he always plays with golden bird cages.
The bird cage is delicate and beautiful, and the bottom of the cage is covered with a layer of light sand.
The birds are colorful, with long goose-yellow necks, pink-orange pretty wing tips, and blue-green luxurious tail feathers.
A group of beautiful maids favored Ji and laughed in the cage, very lively.
They all saw that at sunset, Hu Wushi raised the cage and stood by the window. When the galaxy first rose, Hu Wuji turned around and there was a bird in the cage.
Qiuguang Jiao said: "The master is so powerful, this bird really flew in by himself!"
Chunshui exclaimed: "It's still a little peacock, its feathers are so beautiful!"
"It's not too small." Hu Tu smiled indifferently, calmly closed the bird cage, hung the cage beside the bed, and waved his hand: "Go down."
Looking at the big jiao from the rippling pond of Changchun Peak, it is just a little koi.
The bottom of the pool and the sky. It is the space magic of the sage.
The dormitory was silent, the smoke of the incense burner was scattered, and the curtains covered the lights.
The vermilion cloud boat hovered for three months, and finally started. Under the silver moon, the clouds and fog broke away from the sea and flew steadily towards the southern sky lake.