Fantasy: Storytelling about the crying saint, the beginning of the Barren Heavenly Emperor

Night.

The full moon is empty.

A hint of evening breeze blows slowly.

Nan Xiyue, who had just come out of the room, changed into a clean white tunic and walked down from the second floor.

Location at the entrance of the inn.

A young girl with a red umbrella was sitting on the promenade, looking up at the endless night sky, not knowing what she was thinking.

Nan Xiyue passed by her, and her footsteps suddenly stopped.

“What you did in Qingzhou, I can pretend not to know, and I don’t care why you killed so many people, after all, that is your freedom.”

“But I need to remind you kindly, come to Yunzhou, come to this Lin’an City, come to this Qifu Inn, put away those careful thoughts of yours.”

A faint voice suddenly sounded in the ears of the red umbrella girl.

The red umbrella girl slowly lowered her head, then looked at Nan Xiyue, and suddenly turned her head and smiled

“Sister, what are you talking about? I can’t understand a word. ”

“Don’t understand?”

Nan Xiyue smiled faintly and said, “It’s okay if you don’t understand, I’ll just tell you a little, you kill people indiscriminately here, you will…”

After a pause, her voice became softer: “… The death was tragic. ”

Hear this.

The red umbrella girl’s pupils shrank, and the smile on her face slowly converged.

“Are you threatening me?” The red umbrella girl’s voice became gloomy.

Syllable.

Nan Xiyue reached out and patted the shoulder of the girl with the red umbrella, and said with a slight smile

“It’s not a threat, it’s just a kind reminder.”

“Don’t be so nervous.”

“Nervous?” The red umbrella girl was stunned when she heard this, and then she seemed to have heard a good joke, and raised her head and laughed maniacally:

“Hahahaha, you say I’m nervous? You even said I was nervous?? ”

Seeing this, Nan Xiyue did not change the smile on her face, but just withdrew her hand and said lightly:

“I would like to see your Bodhisattva side more than your Asura side.”

When the red umbrella girl heard this, her throat rolled up, and a trace of crystal saliva flowed from the corner of her mouth, and she said greedily:

“Swallow you and you’ll see her forever, you… Want to see? ”

Nan Xiyue ‘sighed’ twice, stopped replying, and turned around and walked forward.

Looking at Nan Xiyue’s back that gradually disappeared.

The red umbrella girl’s eyes constantly flashed with murderous intent, and her whole body began to tremble because of the irrepressible desire to kill.

However.

Until after a few breaths, she suddenly calmed down, and a weird smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

“Flowers watered by flowers should be more obsessive under the attention of the world.”

She continued to look up at the sky, silently counting down the hours.

……

……

Late at night.

In the wing where Ning Chuan is located.

Rumble!!!

An earth-shattering explosion suddenly exploded between heaven and earth.

Ning Chuan sat cross-kneeled on the bed and slowly opened his eyes.

At this moment, every inch of his skin is radiating light.

Every hair is soaked with fairy glow.

With his breathing.

When he inhaled, the Great Sun Divine Xi steamed like fire, distorting the void around him, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth seemed to be drained in an instant and poured into his flesh.

But when he exhaled, all the aura was returned to heaven and earth.

He seems to be one with heaven and earth, and every move represents the will of God.

An incomparably domineering coercion was released from his enchanting eyes.

And in his eyes, there is the rising sun and the moon setting, and there is the change of stars, which is sinking.

Followed by.

A royal realm breath was slowly released centered on Ningchuan.

This breath is like a tidal wave, surging around.

Everything in the entire room was buzzing wildly.

If it weren’t for Ning Chuan letting the system block everything, I was afraid that this Seven Blessings Inn would fall apart in just an instant.

“Seal the King Realm…”

Ning Chuan slowly raised his jade-white right hand, and gently closed his five fingers.

Boom!!!

The entire void first appeared cracks like a mirror falling on the ground.

Then, it collapsed!!!

Ning Chuan has already been crowned king realm!

At this moment, Ningchuan was unprecedentedly powerful!

He even felt that he only needed one foot to make the mountain toppling and the earth fall!

It only takes one breath to dry up the lake and the river to flow backwards.

This is the realm of kings!!!

After being promoted to the King Realm, Ning Chuan’s strength simply increased by more than a hundred times!

“One month to crown the king…”

A smile appeared on Ning Chuan’s face.

If you follow the path of his practice from formal contact.

It only took him a month to start from scratch to his current rank of king!

And even according to his true age, he is still less than eighteen years old!

The seventeen-year-old King Sealing Realm, looking at the entire Nine Xuan Realm, can be called unprecedented, and there is no one in the world!

Shaking his head, Ning Chuan suppressed the throbbing in his heart and secretly warned himself that Mo Piao Mo Piao.

Wait until your breathing is steady and your mind has calmed down.

Ning Chuan looked at the remaining storytelling points.

Ten consecutive draws for junior students cost 10,000 storytelling points.

At present, he still has 13,000 storytelling points left, as well as an intermediate lottery card.

“Lottery!”

Ning Chuan’s eyes flashed.

Immediately.

A huge turntable spun rapidly again.

This time, the rewards in the prize pool have been completely updated to intermediate rewards.

Scold!

A flash of golden light flashed.

The rapidly rotating turntable, the speed gradually slows down, and then freezes.

【Ding! Congratulations to the host and get the reward: Sword Leaf X1 of the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass (contains cursive sword intent)! 】

【Ding! Congratulations to the host, get the reward: Hundred Races Martial Arts Arena! 】

Two system prompts sounded in Ning Chuan’s mind.

In an instant, Ning Chuan’s pupils contracted violently.

Cursive sword intent?!