Vol 2 Chapter 1275: "Ghost Prison Heart Sutra"

"Either kill Xia Qingchen, or give you a reward to an elder." The Lord of Dark Moon said with a tolerant beak.
Purple pupil demon girl is in a painful mood, like a needle stick.
On one side is the long-cherished long-cherished wish, on the other side is the heaviest man in life.
How does she choose?
"My patience is very limited." For a long time without answer, the voice of Lord Darkmoon calmed down.
Purple pupil demon whispered: "I... accept the task!"
She has already made a choice.
"Swallow the corpse brain pill!" The Lord of the Dark Moon said indifferently: "Within three months, carrying Xia Qingchen's head to receive the antidote."
If not, the poison erupts and the purple pupil will die outside.
Without saying anything, Zitong demon girl, Zhangkou will swallow down the most dreadful poison in the dark moon!
"Go!"
The purple pupil demon girl got up, bowed her fists, and turned around.
In the house, only the Lord of the Dark Moon and the Forgotten Lady in the shadow were left.
"I hope she can wipe out the feelings in her heart." Lord of the Dark Moon sighed quietly.
The purple pupil demon girl is her favorite, most appreciated saint, and the best heir.
She didn't want to, the purple pupil demon girl buried her future because of love.
The forgotten saint came from the shadows, and the sudden and dim light made her expression unclear: "She, will not come back."
In her crystal eyes, there is a trace of indescribable complexity.
The time shook, half a month passed.
Tiannan City lost its guard, and Bai Zhan Tian Zhan died, this news is like a tornado sweeping across the land!
All mortals far away in Zhongyun Realm have heard about it.
Xia Qingchen, who only forgets about the dust in the hill and does not ask about the world, knows nothing about it.
this day.
The hut was black and airy, and the sound of a wolf crying and howling whined.
The hearers are upset and confused!
If you are blind, there will be fear!
And everything is Xia Qingchen's star power in the hut!
After a month and a half of hard work, he finally reached the nine positions of the big star position and stood at the top of the big star position!
The vast majority of warriors will stop here for life.
Xia Qingchen was only 20 years old, and reached the peak of the life of most warriors!
Inside the house.
With his arms pressed down slowly, his abundant star power returned to the star spring.
All the sounds of the ghosts crying came to an abrupt end, and all the ghost spirits dispersed.
"Unfortunately, the ghost spirit is insufficient, and the dementing ghost sound of the "Ghost Prison Heart Sutra" is not powerful enough." Xia Qingchen is not without regret.
If the ghost spirit he got is more pure, then the sound of ghost crying just now is more than just disturbing people's minds.
However, it was already a matter of luck to get those ghost spirits, and Xia Qingchen did not dare to ask for more.
Xia Qingchen had a good harvest in January and a half.
If you practice for another month, you should be able to accumulate the cultivation base to the peak of the big star position. At that time, you can prepare for the breakthrough of the small moon position.
Thinking of this, Xia Qingchen took out a golden silkworm cocoon.
This is the butterfly heart of the Yu family. After use, it can improve part of cultivation, but its most important purpose is to guide the opportunity of Xiaoyue.
It is easy to improve repairs, but the opportunity for Satsuki is rare.
Need to know, how many people are stuck at the peak of the big star position for life, and can't get in?
While he was looking at it, suddenly, a sound came from outside the door: "Lordlord, someone under the mountain wants to see you, he calls himself the lord of the landlord."
Xia Qingchen put down the butterfly heart and said indifferently: "Let him come up."
Soon after, a pale old man walked tremblingly to the front of the cottage, he bowed down deeply and prayed: "Disciples don't regret medicine, see teacher."
It turned out that the person who came was Yao Wang Yao did not regret it.
Xia Qingchen sat in the hut without looking back: "It's you, is there anything wrong?"
The medicine at this moment does not regret, it should be right in Liangzhou City.
Yao Wuzhen bowed his waist and said sadly: "Teacher, South Xinjiang has fallen!"
Xia Qingchen rubbed the butterfly's heart, his expression was as plain as water, without ripples: "Oh."
The medicine didn't regret it. Was the teacher's reaction just that?
At that time, for the sake of an inch of mountains and rivers, the teacher could lead the Zizi Tiantuan, chasing and killing millions of heroes beyond 10,000 miles!
Nowadays, in the whole of southern Xinjiang, thousands of miles are lost, he is indifferent?
"Teacher, the army of Lou Nan swallows thousands of miles of mountains and rivers like tigers, and the cold environment is at stake." Yao did not regret bowing his waist deeper: "The disciple begged the teacher to go out to save the cold environment."
He firmly believes that the only person who can save the cold world is Xia Qingchen!
As long as he is willing to come out of the mountain and raise his arm, he can inspire the cool army, expel the barbarians, and restore the mountains and rivers!
Xia Qingchen slowly closed his eyes and said indifferently: "My heart is so famous, forget the world, don't ask the sorrow and joy of the world, go back."
He has decided to concentrate on cultivation without ever asking the world.
The cold environment has nothing to do with him.
"teacher!"
"see a visitor out!"
The strong man stood in front of Yao Renhui: "Adult retreat, please!"
Yao didn't regret the old look, and the sad cry: "Teacher, do you really care about our cold?"
Xia Qingchen kept silent.
He has managed it, but what is the ending?
It doesn't matter, but it can't be managed, and I don't want to do it again.
After receiving a silent answer, Yao didn't regret it as if he was a teenager, stooping and staggering down the mountain.
At the foot of the mountain.
Jun Qiye and Saturday are waiting silently.
"Don't he want to go out of the mountain?" Looking at Yao's unrepentant face, Jun Qiye knew that if he didn't regret, he couldn't please Xia Qingchen.
Yao Yao regretted shaking his head: "The teacher does not ask the world."
Don't ask the world?
A bit of bitterness was outlined on the corner of the mouth on Saturday: "It's too tired to ask."
Jun Qiye carried Dou Li and remained silent for a long time. Suddenly he took a long breath and screamed, "Jun Qiye, please come out of the mountains!"
The cry of Zhongyuewei shook the earth.
Under the strong sound wave, the bamboo forest in the mountains shook and the bamboo leaves flew off.
The sound goes straight into the hut!
Xia Qingchen waved his hand and closed the doors and windows, resisting the cry!
"Please come out of the mountains!"
However, there was another whine of noise.
It was Saturday, he and Jun Qiye stood at the foot of the mountain and shouted.
The voices of the two mid-month positions merged together, penetrated the doors and windows, and reached Xia Qingchen's ears.
Xia Qingchen's star power circulates in the body, covering the body surface, completely isolating the sound of shouting.
"Please come out of the mountains!"
However, there was still a voice.
Moreover, more and more intense, more and more passionate, more and more majestic!
"Please come out of the mountains!"
"Please God of War..."
"please……"
The heavens and the earth are all echoing with the same voice.
The hut trembles, the bamboo forest trembles, and countless green leaves dance wildly.
So much so that Xia Qingchen could not resist the star power, and was broken apart.
Xia Qingchen got up, jumped over the bamboo forest, and looked down towards the foot of the mountain. His pupils shrank slightly.
But in the dark and dark night, there was a fire dragon lined up along the ridge of Baili.
There were tens of thousands of people in the cold environment, each holding a torch, standing at the foot of the Forgotten Hill.
The white snow covered their shoulders and soaked their black hair, but they couldn't hide their persistent faces. (Five changes tomorrow night)