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This is the sound of a blunt weapon piercing into the body.

Tick...tick...

Time seems to be stagnant.

Taoist Master Qingchen slowly lowered his head, looked at his abdomen, and watched a young palm pass through his body. No matter what, he never expected that he, a disciple who had just entered the foundation building, would have the ability to break through his spiritual power to protect his body.

Swish.

The hand covered with blood was pulled out and hung weakly, and the young man who attacked his master's master's palm trembled: "That lamp... has not been extinguished since I was born. I said, whoever turns off the lamp, I will kill whom... Even if you are my master, it won't work!"

Song Ning felt very sad. He didn't know whether it was because he hurt his master or because the lamp was turned off. It was just that in his subconscious, this oil lamp could not be turned off, and this lamp was everything to him.

Song Ning raised his hand, and the blood-stained palm stabbed into Taoist Qingchen's heart like a sharp blade, but at this moment, a shadow suddenly rushed to Song Ning.

Familiar breath, familiar appearance, familiar voice.

"Brother Song Ning!" She held the wick and blocked the Taoist Master Qingchen: "Brother Song Ning, you look at the wick, it's not extinguished yet. The wick is not extinguished, so just change to a lamp?"

In Leng Yuexiao's delicate palm, in addition to the wick, there was also lamp oil. The wick was immortal, emitting a faint fire that tingled her skin, but there was no trace of pain in her happy eyes.

A lamp has a core, and the core is never extinguished and the light does not dissipate.

If a person has a heart, his heart will not die, and he will not die.

Song Ning raised his hand and wanted to grab the wick, but Leng Yuexiao stopped him: "Brother Song Ning, your hands are covered with blood, don't touch them."

Song Ning's hand trembled and retracted, and the lightning flashed through his mind, as if he always felt that this situation was familiar. His blood-stained hand should not touch the wick.

"Kill, kill people! Song Ning kills people!"

The two fat and thin disciples shouted, but as soon as their voices were shouted, they were suppressed by a spiritual power, and this spiritual power was the one of Taoist Qingchen.

Master Qingchen covered the wound on his abdomen, stood up, and sighed bitterly: "You... go."

He was injured and died, but because Song Ning didn't want to kill with one blow just now. Master Qingchen saw the obsession in Song Ning's heart and his charity.

The oil lamp that had been guarding for eleven years was broken by his master. Song Ning was murderous, but hesitated. He was ashamed of this kind of mind.

He could feel Song Ning's anger, sadness, and inner struggle, and he also understood that from the moment the oil lamp shattered, he was not worthy of being Song Ning's master.

Song Ning turned to look at Taoist Master Qingchen and bowed deeply to Taoist Master Qingchen: "Farewell, I should have worshiped you. Break the oil lamp, I should have killed you."

After saying that, Song Ning pulled Leng Yuexiao up, and the two soared in the sky. A thought echoed in Song Ning's mind, and there was a flying into the sky with Leng Yuexiao.

It is getting taller and colder, and its spiritual power is getting thinner and thinner.

The air around them squeezes in, and it is extremely difficult for them to fight just the foundation-building bodies.

Hundred feet, thousands of feet...

Three thousand feet, five thousand feet!

"Brother Song Ning, I..." The wind was too strong, Leng Yuexiao's voice could only faintly enter Song Ning's ears.

"What?" Song Ning looked at her.

"I'm so happy. Brother Song Ning, I'm still taller and want to be taller. I want to see what the end of this world is like."

Song Ning tried his best to move upward, pulling Leng Yuexiao and flying to a higher sky...

After that...

Xiaoke did not continue to print the memory of this life. This may be the happiest life for the two of them in the ninth life. In this life, there was no sorrow or sorrow, but Song Ning was unable to be with Leng Yuexiao in the end. While he hurt Leng Yuexiao, he was chasing the figure of another woman frantically.

This life is also the only life that Xiaoke doesn't want Song Ning to see.

Because the woman Song Ning was chasing was her! And just as Song Ning kept chasing Xiao Ke, Leng Yuexiao kept guarding behind Song Ning.

Xiaoke rubbed the memory of the sixth generation on the jade note and breathed a little relieved.

"It's over?" Song Ning spoke.

Xiao Ke shook his head: "It's not over yet, I've only printed it in the sixth generation, and the next three generations have not been printed yet."

Song Ning pondered: "Give me the jade account first, let's talk about the rest later. There's a fight outside... it's started."

Xiaoke's pupils shrank, he put away his sadness, handed the jade paper to Song Ning, and used his immortal power to investigate the situation outside.

The outside world has indeed experienced strong fluctuations, but it does not look like a large-scale attack, but a small-scale attack. The Nine Heavens battlefield has been truly opened, and the eighth level of heaven has now been subdued by Song Ning. The person who came here to attack at this time was probably not the eighth level of heaven cultivator.

"I'll go and have a look." Xiao Ke shook his body and was about to rush out.

"You have just copied your memory. Now you have a rest here for a while. I'll go and see what's happening outside." When Song Ning finished speaking, his figure had already dissipated.

In the sky above the main hall of the palace, dozens of people were fighting in a melee, almost half of which were the ninth level of cultivators, while the rest...

Song Ning narrowed his eyes and looked at the people who were provoking trouble. They were not cultivators in the seventh level, but the bloodline of the dragon clan in the eighth level. Or they learned that the eighth level was about to merge with the ninth level, and now they were killing them.

"Master." Hei Feng appeared in a figure and clasped his fists and said, "I didn't want to alarm the master. These Jiaolong tribe members from the eighth heaven came to cause trouble. I am suppressing him."

Song Ning narrowed his eyes and looked at the scene of fighting in front of him, puzzled: "It's almost all spiritual realm, how long will it take to suppress it?"

"You don't like killing, and these are all descendants of the Dragon Clan you didn't get rid of the roots back then, so..."

"All the troublemakers were killed."

Song Ningxin made a fuss, and then he thought of the scene three years ago: "The history is surprisingly similar. Three years ago, the fairyland monks of the Jiaolong clan were approaching destruction, and the eighth heaven was deterred. Today, the eighth heaven was merged. Then the descendants of the Jiaolong clan should be used to kill one to warn a hundred."

Heifeng clasped his fists and disappeared in a flash. When he appeared again, he was already in chaos. He didn't care about his current cultivation level. In the blink of an eye, he wiped out all the descendants of the Dragon Clan.

The eighth-level cultivators were watching this scene. Even though the eighth-level cultivator is now protected by Song Ning, it turns out that if Song Ning is provoked, then it should be destroyed, but it should be destroyed.

Song Ning looked up at the sky, his voice like an arrow: "Anyone who makes trouble, no matter who it is, will die. The eighth and nineth level fairyland monks, come to my palace hall quickly and have something to discuss."

After saying that, Song Ning turned around and returned to the main hall of Luoyu Kingdom Palace, sitting on the dragon throne, waiting for the monks to come.
Chapter completed!