Heaven’s Shadow

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The black wolf stared fiercely at the man who seemed to be dying soon, exposing his fangs, and seemed to be thinking about whether he should bite the hoe's neck in the past and kill him.

Lu Chen still smiled, then reluctantly raised a fairly complete right hand, patted the face of the black wolf, and said, "Let's go, I don't know how many chase behind."

The black wolf yelled, still looking a little dissatisfied, but his eyes softened quickly, and the original coldness disappeared, replaced by a touch of care and a little anxiety. It lowered its huge head to the side of Lu Chen and seemed to want to push him up, but Lu Chen struggled twice, but still couldn't get up.

Seeing that the landing dust seemed to be exhausted, the black wolf was a little panicked, and "whine" hummed in his mouth, gently raised his head with Lu Chen's body, and lay down beside him, presumably to encourage him to quickly The meaning of crawling to his own back.

Lu Chen was lying on the ground sternly, panting heavily, her face pale and scary, looking like an exhausted dead dog.

The black wolf waited for a while, but saw that Lu Chen was still still, and couldn't help but growled in a low voice. After hesitating for a moment, Heilong suddenly stood up, then bite at Lu Chen, and directly bit the upper part of Lu Chen's arm. Then shook it hard.

With a shout, a huge force came over, and Lu Chen's entire body was involuntarily thrown away. At the same time, several wounds on her body were cracked again, and Lu Chen snorted, and the muscles on her face were twisted. The next moment, he was lying on the wide back of the black wolf.

Soft but tough black hair, with a touch of warmth, has a reassuring warmth in this cold night. The black wolf glanced back at him, seeming a little worried.

Lu Chen gasped for a moment, even though there was still blood on the corners of his mouth, but he still laughed in a low voice and said, "Good job, you can go."

The black wolf growled in a low voice, then turned and walked, the forest in front was deep, and the shadows of mountains in the distance were heavy.

Only two steps were taken, and Lu Chen on its back suddenly whispered: "Don't go back, Kunlun Mountain can't hold us anymore."

The black wolf's footsteps stopped for a moment, its eyes were a little puzzled, but it did not question Lu Chen's words, but it still called twice to the majestic mountain range in the distance, which seemed to mean something.

Lu Chen suddenly fell silent. He was lying on the back of the black wolf, his head was buried deeply, and his hands fell weakly on both sides of the black wolf's body. There was a trace of indifference in the air.

The black wolf seemed a little uneasy. He looked back at Lu Chen, and after a while, Lu Chen whispered: "No need to go to Yi Xin, she ... is dead."

"Roar!"

A terrible roar suddenly burst from the mouth of the black wolf, and the turquoise cold fire suddenly appeared in its restored intact eyes, such as the burning flame, raised arrogantly, gazing at the deep night in front of the mountain .

The killing sentiment emanated from the beast, as if to tear everything in front of it, its footsteps suddenly moved forward, and it seemed that it was about to rush into the distant darkness.

A **** palm lightly stopped in front of his eyes. After a while, the voice of Lu Chen came from the ear of the black wolf, as if with a touch of calmness, and said, "Don't go, I have avenged her. Now. "

The front foot of the black wolf stepped into the air, and after a while, it was slowly retracted. It turned around the huge wolf's head, staring at the landing dust with its terrible and murderous gaze.

Lu Chen didn't mean to evade, but just nodded slightly to the giant wolf.

The turquoise green flames slowly subsided, replaced by a deep, desolate and incomprehensible, the huge black wolf remained silent for a long time, standing in place for a long time, like a lot of pictures before it One by one.

The valley of the chaotic land, the girl with a smile on her face, she hugged it carefully, warmly clapping her mouth, a warm embrace, a kind smile, and a fluttering call, she was always laughing, she was always Mild, she's always a bit stupid, even if she breaks up when she breaks up ...

It's just that the night is so cold, the world was so cruel, and when the life that should have died finally struggled to survive in her hands, the light fell in their hearts.

The black wolf landed on the back of the dust, slowly turned around, headed in the other direction, and walked slowly towards the south facing away from the tall and powerful mountain.

There was silence in the mountains, and darkness and silence surrounded it. Lu Chen lay silently on its back, one person and one wolf.

But, just as they were about to go into the darkness, suddenly, the black wolf turned back, his eyes widened, staring at the dark world, and making a loud and loud howl.

The howling passed out from afar, reverberating between the heavens and the earth, reverberating in the night breeze, and gradually disappearing, as if the memory of that passing away.

Then they finally went into darkness and disappeared into the distance.

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On the majestic Kunlun Mountain, it is also late at night.

On Tiankun Peak, in the majestic and majestic Zhengyang Hall, Qiandeng Reality finished the last thing and stood up from the large main seat.

This big chair is very wide and looks imposing. The wood used is the extremely rare "blood winged sandalwood". It is a superb spiritual wood with high grades and four patterns. It is of great value and is one of the most precious chairs in the world Not too much.

Only such famous schools as the Kunlun School, which have been passed down for 5,000 years, can have such a deep foundation of such treasures. As a highly respected Yuan Ying real person in Kunlun School, the Qiandeng Real Man certainly knows the origin of this blood-winged sandalwood throne, and also knows that in the long past, only the true leaders of the Kunlun School were eligible to sit in this chair on.

He wanted to sit on this chair long ago, but today, when he really sits on it, he doesn't feel particularly comfortable.

This chair seems a little too hard. Although the blood-winged sandalwood is the best spiritual wood, it can nourish spiritual power and calm the mind, but this kind of natural wood is born with a unique and strange atmosphere, not stink, but just weird Some people like it very much, while others hate it.

Qiandeng real people don't like this smell, so he doesn't like this chair either.

But he liked the feeling of sitting in this chair. So when he stood up, he couldn't help but gently stroked the handrail next to him, then showed a smile of satisfaction, turned and walked into the back hall of Zhengyang Hall.

Although the night was dark, the side hall behind the Zhengyang Hall was still brightly lit, but by this time, many awesome Yuanying people who had originally gathered in a hall were gone. When the real man Qiandeng walked into this hall, he saw only two people. One was the bald fat man Tianlan Zhenjun who was sitting on the top seat, and the other was Zhuo Xian, who stood respectfully beside him. .

The Qiandeng real man gave a slight glance at Zhuoxian, but there was some contempt in his eyes, but it disappeared quickly, and replaced with a respectful and gentle color. He stepped forward and gave a gift to Tianlan Zhenjun, saying: "Uncle, I'm here."

Tianlan Zhenjun opened his eyes, looked at Qiandeng's real person, a smile appeared on his face, and said, "You are here, Qiandeng, sit down and talk."

"Yes." The Qiandeng real person thanked him, and then sat down on the left of Tianlan Zhenjun.

That chair gave him a very familiar feel and was very comfortable, especially compared with the previous Blood-winged Sandalwood Throne. This chair has been in this hall for many years, and he has also sat for many years, and he has always been above everyone.

Somehow, when he was sitting here tonight, there was something strange in his heart that seemed to feel a little different than before.

This subtle emotion passed through the heart of Qiandeng's real person, but there was no expression on his face. At the same time, Tianlan Zhenjun's voice came from his ear, saying: "All the things outside are done. ?"

Qiandeng lived slightly, nodding his head, "Yes, there is stability in the sects, and many disciples are in their positions. It is no different."

Tianlan Zhenjun nodded his head and said, "After the great change, there can be such a stable situation, you have a lot of credit for thousands of lights."

Qiandeng smiled and said, "It's all because of your uncle and your old man who are in the overall situation and trying to turn the tide. Only then has Kunlun been in danger."

Tianlan Zhenjun groaned for a moment, and then said, "What happened to the free moon?"

The Qiandeng paused for a moment, subconsciously glanced at Zhuo Xian who stood on the opposite side, but saw that Zhuo Xian also looked up at this time, and it seemed that this problem also touched him.

The two men's eyes touched in mid-air, then moved away from each other.

The Qiandeng real man respectfully said to Tianlan Zhenjun: "Brother in charge is seriously injured and difficult to take matters into account. He remembers his deeds and longevity. He has to enter the Dongfu Palace to close his life and death. I am afraid that he will not be able to get out of customs in the last ten years.

Tianlan Zhenjun nodded ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ and then suddenly sighed again, and said, "Xie Yue's nephew is a proud disciple of my brother. He has high hopes, and it is a pity not to suffer this calamity."

Both Qiandeng Zhenzhuo and Zhuoxian looked down at the ground without answering this sentence.

After a while, Tianlan Zhenjun said to Qiandeng truthfully, "You are also busy for a day, and go to rest. In the next few days, I'm afraid that there is still something for you, it's hard."

The Qiandeng real man quickly stood up and said, "Uncle has won a prize. These are all things I should do. In fact, the disciples have rough skills. Since being promoted to be the agent, they have always been afraid of doing things. I'm even more sorry for the uncle's faith. In fact, if the uncle is free, thousands of disciples in the door ask the uncle to take the palm of his hand, and I will definitely be revived from Kunlun.

Aside, Zhuo Xian frowned slightly and looked at Qiandeng real person, while Tianlan Zhenjun was silent for a moment, but showed a smile that looked like a smile, looking at Qiandeng real person, saying: "Are you serious? "

Thousands of lights suddenly jumped into his heart, and a chill rose for no reason. (To be continued.)

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