Desire of Passing Through the Book

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Chu Ruoting and the poisonous grandmother fought around Corpse Burial Island for two days.
    She didn't dare to make a big noise, because she was afraid of leading the devil, and she restrained and restrained her spells. But the poisonous grandmother was very poisonous, coming and going without a trace, Chu Ruoting took a lot of effort to let the poisonous grandma fall.
    "Chu Ruoting! Even if you save Song Shi at this time, he won't live long!" The
    poisonous grandmother tapped water on her toes, and the snake rod swept the sea, raising a thousand layers of poisonous waves.
    "I will control his life and death, don't worry about it!"
    Chu Ruoting's eyes were sharp, and she flicked the whip, splitting the waves. She stepped forward, punched her arm, and waved a palm unexpectedly.
    boom!
    The air currents in the void burst suddenly, and the boundless sea surface swayed suddenly, the sea churned, and the turbid waves emptied.
    The poisonous grandmother was shocked.
    She dodged extremely fast, but the palm wind still blew her chest, the aftermath shook her protective shield, her breastbone snapped and shattered.
    The poisonous grandmother spat out a mouthful of black blood.
    Seeing Chu Ruoting hit her again, her eyes rolled, and the sarcoma on the top of her head split open, and a large stinking black mist spewed out, burning the surrounding air with a scorching smell.
    The black mist spread so fast that Chu Ruoting didn't dare to step forward.
    "Chu Ruoting! My grandmother will spare your life and fight another day!" The poisonous grandmother waved her sleeves and disappeared into the black mist.
    Chu Ruoting frowned.
    She then remembered that when she was fighting with the poisonous grandmother a few hours ago, someone had used her messenger.
    Chu Ruoting rummaged in her storage bag and determined that it was the one given to Xu Yuan.
    At that time, Fulu was given, and it was only used when it happened. Although Xu Yuan doesn't care about it, she will never treat it as a trifle.
    Chu Ruoting thought for a moment. Looking at the direction of Wu Nian Palace, he chose to go to Qing Jianzong first.
    She is now at a high level of cultivation and distraction, and she has just reunited at sunset when she rushed from Xihai to Bashu.
    It's been a long time since I came to Qing Jianzong, Chu Ruoting was strange everywhere.
    In the memory, the sky of Qingjianzong is clear and blue, the clouds are not stained, and the climate is gentle and warm. At this time, Yuxi was lightly dusty, cold and gloomy.
    Stepping on the winding mountain road hidden in verdant trees, the steps are covered with moss early. Chu Ruoting thinks that she has been in the hot flashes for a long time, so she is not used to this kind of climate. She closed her clothes, faced the drizzle, and came to the outside of the sect.
    There was no disciple on duty outside the door, and even the two quaint doors were demolished.
    The plaque with red background and gold lacquer that originally wrote the three characters "Qingjianzong" fell on the ground and broke in half.
    Chu Ruoting's pupils shrank slightly.
    Her spiritual consciousness enveloped the entire mountain, unable to detect any aura fluctuations. With a tight heart, he walked across the plaque and said loudly: "Xu Yuan? Xu Yuan?"
    Zongnei demolished many useless buildings, planted dense spiritual trees, and the treetops were hung with mature and plump fruits, crystal clear .
    Chu Ruoting came to the front of Zixiao Hall in a light car.
    The gaps in the open flat ground were covered with weeds, soaked with rainwater. Upon closer inspection, there are a few drops of blood hanging from the grass blades.
    There was a faint blood smell on the tip of his nose.
    Chu Ruoting's eyes fell on the closed Zixiao Hall.
    The rain is getting denser and denser.
    The lower the more urgent.
    Gradually, water vapor filled the air, and the huge buildings with raised cornices were rendered dreamlike by rain and fog.
    Chu Ruoting stepped up.
    The threshold in front of the temple was removed, presumably to facilitate Xun Ci's wheelchair access. She raised her hand to paste the old carved gate, hesitated, then pushed it open.
    "Squeaky-" The
    door of the palace opened.
    In the faint and gloomy light, high-hanging gold plaques, bronze incense burners, and several mahogany cases... all familiar furnishings come into view, and memories of the past are like tides in the heart.
    The next moment, her gaze fell on the left side of the hall, her face pale.
    Dead body.
    All corpses.
    He was thrown all over the floor, with his legs folded and his hands pressed against his head. There are Xu Yuan, there are nineteen, and every junior and sister of the same school she is familiar with...The corpse is sealed with a sword in the throat, and it is neat and clean, only a little blood stains the white Qingjianzong disciple's clothes.
    Chu Ruoting stood in place as if struck by lightning.
    She rubbed her eyes.
    He glanced over the corpse of the same door in the past, and couldn't find the person. She noticed that beside Xu Yuan's corpse lying on her back, there was still a large pottery urn with a round belly, with a gray curtain covering the mouth of the urn.
    Chu Ruoting was able to see clearly what was in the urn when she moved her mind.
    But she dare not.
    She didn't even dare.
    Chu Ruoting walked over slowly and stood in front of the urn. After a while, she stretched out her hand tremblingly, and pulled off the curtain with a "swish".
    Xun Ci was indeed inside.
    The gentle expression on his face was no longer there, but the gentle eyes were plucked away, and there were two lines of blood and tears dripping from his face. The shoulder-cut arms and legs were bloody, and only the torso was quietly contained in the filthy urn.
    Xu Shi the light is too dim in the rainy evening.
    Chu Ruoting's eyes were blurred and chaotic.
    She opened her mouth, but couldn't make any sound.
    Suddenly, when the youthful mind flashed, the gentleman Qianqian under the begonia tree was wearing a sword in white clothes.
    She complained about Xun Ci for many years.
    Blame him for being stupid, blame him for being stupid, blame him for being weak and foolish.
    Her life had already started anew, so she cut off the past, and didn't want to have an affair with the Azure Sword Sect anymore.
    However, she had never thought that one day, the Azure Sword Sect would be destroyed, and it would be so tragic.
    Chu Ruoting leaned on the urn, half-bending, as if her heart had been dug out abruptly, and she was so empty and painful that she couldn't breathe at all.
    How could this be?
    She clearly made up her mind not to have anything to do with Qing Jianzong. Why did she feel bitter after seeing their tragic death?
    Chu Ruoting staggered back two steps, looking at Tao Urn, tears burst into her eyes.
    She lived for two lifetimes, and love and hatred all began in Qing Jianzong and ended with Qing Jianzong.
    Here, she spent a brazen youthful time, loved by her parents, played with swords and made songs in the same school, and had a clear bamboo horse with Xun's kindness; she also encountered the most painful sorrow and loneliness here.
    Qing Jianzong is not owned by Wang Jin alone. Among them, her parents have worked hard for many years!
    It is because it is too important that it is extremely angry.
    It wasn't until today that she saw the tragic death of her colleague that she understood that she could never give up.
    Qing Jianzong is a thorn in her heart.
    It's even a piece of her inverse scale!
    Looking at Tao Urn, Chu Ruoting was deeply saddened, mixed with inexplicable sadness, and at the same time ignited raging anger.
    She wiped the tears from her face, gritted her teeth, and shouted, "Who is it?"
    "Who is it!"
    "Who dares? Who dares!" The
    powerful spiritual consciousness enveloped the entire sect, not letting it go. An inch corner.
    After a short while, a water chestnut flower was found in the mud, and it fluttered and fell on the palm.
    Linghua...Nangong.
    Chu Ruoting was wearing a star and a moon, exhausted all the teleportation charms, confused and unsure of how she came to Kunnan.
    She was in grief and anger.
    In the faint morning light, she rushed to the magnificent Nangong mansion alone with a blue cloud whip in her hand.
    Upon seeing this, Nangong's door boy raised his voice and said, "Who came here... Ah!" Chu Ruoting stunned her head before she finished her words, and directly searched for her soul.
    Chu Ruoting's eyes were red, she searched one after another, and finally figured out the ins and outs of the matter.
    Nangongliang!
    It's all Nangongliang!
    This insidious villain insulted the young Kuang Hanchen, and the Hundred Flowers Festival almost killed You Yueming, and now he killed Xun Ci and destroyed her Qing Jianzong!
    How dare he!
    Chu Ruoting forcibly rushed into Nangong's house and touched the Nangong family's guardian formation. The formation of golden light rises from the ground, as solid as golden soup.
    But Chu Ruoting happened to have the finest formation.
    She looked cold and stern, raised her hand and threw out the twelve formation flags. She found the formation eye for a moment and broke it in one fell swoop.
    When the burst broke, the masters of the Nangong Family Nursing Home were shocked and came from all over the air.
    Everyone looked up, but saw thousands of clusters of golden arrows shooting down from the clouds, crimson the sky. The beautiful lady in red, holding a long whip surrounded by thunder and lightning, stepping on the golden plaque with the word "Nangong" written on her face, her face is frosty, and her aura is breathtaking.
    "Bold and brave, how dare to break into the Nangong family!" Each of these top nursing homes had their own cultivation skills, and relied on the large number of people to attack her together.
    Chu Ruoting was full of grief and anger.
    In my mind, there are only fellow juniors and sisters with corpses all over the place, and Xun Ci, who has been shaved and dressed in an urn.
    There were tears in her eyes, and she didn't even look at the moves of these people. With a roar, he ran his whole body cultivation base, his sleeves bulged, and he swung ninety-nine blue cloud whips. The whip shadow bursts, the gusty wind howls, and the Taoist method that covers the sky and the sun is intertwined with the sky like a bloody sunrise, and if a raging fire burns and spreads, it releases a scorching fire wave.
    Wherever the fire wave passed, the eaves of the pavilions were turned into ashes, and there was a loud noise on the ground.
    Boom
    In an instant, half of Nangong's house was in ruins. And those nursing homes in the out-of-aperture period can only be ruthlessly crushed under the ten successful power of the anger of the masters in the distraction period.
    Whenever they were swept by the whip, fire, and waves, they all flew out, lying on the ground and vomiting blood.
    The blood spilt like red rain.
    Chu Ruoting showed only one move, enough to shock everyone present.
    The rest of the nursing homes all had miserable faces, like a bereaved concubine, forming a circle from a distance.
    They didn't even know who the female cultivator in front of them was, so they dared to provoke the Nangong family alone.
    The female cultivator was indifferent holding the bloody whip, and every time they took a step forward, they backed three steps in horror. After all, someone plucked up the courage and asked with a trembling voice: "Who is coming or who?" The
    female cultivator raised her eyes, only listening to her lightly speaking, "Qingjianzong disciple, Chu Ruoting."
    * Nangongxuan
    from Qiao Qiao's hand Escaped from birth, but his body was greatly damaged, his cultivation level fell to the point of training Qi, and he could only rely on Lin Chengzi's charity of a magic pill furnace to restore his vitality.
    As long as he thought of what happened that night, he couldn't help shivering.
    Compared with Nangongxuan's melancholy cloud, Nangongliang was in a good mood and smiled.
    Nangongliang knocked on the door of Nangong Xuan, sniffing the smell of the elixir in the room. The smile on her red lips couldn't be hidden. "Xuan'er, you have been injured and take care of it. The family will help you with all the trivial matters. You take care of it." The
    collaterals in the clan were all bought by Nangongliang. Nangongxuan knew his wolfish ambitions, but was helpless.
    He insinuated: "I'm in this disaster,
    Sanshu is in a good mood." "Why did Xuan'er say this?" Nangongliang gently stroked the hair on his chest, smiling softly, "I am in a good mood because I found out. The Blue     Sword Sect, who was in collusion with the Demon Dao." "Green Sword Sect
    ?"
Nangong Xuan was taken aback, and then said in shock: "Qing Sword Sect was once Chu Ruoting's master, how dare you provoke her?"
    Although he had only met Chu Ruoting a few times, he could see that the other party was definitely not kind.
    Now, Nangongliang doesn’t have to hide it. He dislikes Nangong Xuan’s hands and feet, and coldly snorted, “What’s not to dare? The little bitch surnamed Chu made me lose face in front of the people of the world, this hatred. do not report, how do I swallow under the breath? kill her over the door, be given her a little lesson! " "
    but Chu Ruoting repair is very high, to revenge she going to do? "
    Palace home twilight, precarious, again Can not withstand the blow.
    Nangongliang didn't care, and said contemptuously: "Xuan'er, you too praised that demon girl too much. I have the Biluo Shuangying Twelve Nursing Institute in Nangong family. They are all top masters in the floating light world. The demon girl is equivalent to mine. Do you dare to turn up any storm? Why bother with others' aspirations to destroy one's prestige!"
    Hasn't Nangongliang never done the thing that destroys the whole family. For so many years, who can avenge him?
    Nangongxuan's eyelids jumped.
    He said in his heart that he hoped so, and Nangong Liang's face changed suddenly.
    Nangong Xuan: "What's the matter?"
    "No! The house protection formation was broken!"
    The great formation passed down by the ancestors of Nangong maintained the stability of the family for thousands of years. Who would dare to break through?
    Nangongliang left Nangongxuan and hurried away.
    Into the eye a piece of ruined walls.
    Before Nangongliang could figure out what was going on in the future, he heard a beautiful female voice rang from behind, "Oh, I found you."
    Nangongliang's hair was horrified.
    He quietly twisted the silver needle with his fingertips, and was about to make the first move, but found that he was locked by the human consciousness and could not move.
    Chu Ruoting whip slightly wrapped Nangongliang's neck, dragged him over like a dog, and stepped on his chest with a "click", breaking the bone.
    Nangongliang looked up at the stunning female cultivator who raised her jaw, shuddering against the light.
    He couldn't even see her cultivation level!
    How can this be?
    Not long ago, her cultivation was at the same level as her own, how could she break through the distraction in just a short time? What kind of cultivation speed is this against the sky? Even drinking water can't grow so fast!
    "Chu Ruoting, you...what do you mean?" Nangong Liangya trembling up and down.
    Chu Ruoting looked through his greased and powdered face, in a daze, "I should have asked you." Before Nangongliang could answer, she chuckled again, "No matter how many answers, you will die."
    She didn't care about Nangong. What does Liang think.
    She just wants revenge.
    Nangong Liang destroyed her Qingjian Sect, and then she destroyed the Nangong family.
    It's that simple.
    Good to see the palace intended to kill her eyes, terrified scream at her feet: "!! Come Come on people," he crumbled blue sky pass notes of dual British, "save me!"
    Twelve nursing homes Palace home early Chu Ruoting was beaten to the ground.
    Hearing the lord's cry for help at this moment, no one dared to step forward and buried his face in the rubble.
    Chu Ruoting suddenly appeared a black iron sword in her right palm.
    She asked, "Which hand will kill me first?"
    Nangong Liang never expected that he would really cause a murder. He underestimated Chu Ruoting so much that it was too late to regret it at this time.
    How can the devil girl show mercy?
    Nangongliang’s face is gone, "Friend Chu Daoist, forgive me! It’s not me! It’s really not me! I didn’t     touch your Azure Sword Sect ! I..."
    "
Huh— " Chu Ruoting's face was cold, and she raised her hand. The knife fell and cut off his left arm directly, blood gushing.
    Nangongliang let out a scream in pain.
    "I'll ask you again, that hand dug his eyes?"
    Nangong's blood was flowing like a puff, and his face was pale with pain, "I didn't dug... himself, he dug by himself..."
    Chu Ruoting slashed out without blinking.
    Nangongliang lost both arms.
    She continued to ask: "Which leg will enter Qingjianzong first?"
    Nangongliang was too painful to say anything, shaking all over, already urinating in her crotch.
    Chu Ruoting took another double cut.
    Nangongliang screamed from the fierce struggle, his torso squirming on the ground. Chu Ruoting plucked Nangongliang's eyes, cut off his ears, and cut off his nose...still not relieved! Still puzzled!
    No matter how ruthless he was tortured, the same door in the past would not be able to come back.
    When Xun Ci was tortured and killed, was it also like Nangongliang, kneeling down and begging for mercy, wailing fiercely. She didn't even dare to think about how much damage such a gentle person had suffered, and how much pain she had suffered.
    Seeing Nangongliang's expression in a hurry, Nangongxuan was always worried, holding the pill furnace and moving out to see the situation.
    The pavilions were in ruins, and a lady in red was seen waving a knife with her back to him.
    Nangongxuan subconsciously stopped: "Who would dare to come to the Nangong house to be presumptuous! You know..." The
    red-dressed lady's movement of waving a knife stopped, and she squinted coldly over her face splashed with a few drops of blood.
    ——Chu Ruoting!
    Nangongxuan glanced at the pile of meat sauce stumps, distinguishing Nangongliang from the gorgeous blood-stained costume.
    His face was pale, his tone abruptly weakened, and he swallowed nervously, "...you know...the weather is good today."
    Nangongxuan turned around stiffly as he didn't see it, and rushed into the ancestral hall for refuge, opening various formations. He trembled under the shrine and hid.
    He hugged the life-sustaining pill tightly, trembling with fear and trembling.
    Why? Why are women so scary now!