The Cry of the Phoenix Which Reached the Ninth Heaven

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Chapter 444

"Mo Mo, don't come out for a while! Remember, can't come out!" The night Jun Qing suddenly pulled up the reins, and the carriage stopped so suddenly in the forest. The wind started, and a group of crows stunned the hair.

"Since it is here, why not show up!" Night Hung jumped out of the carriage, and when he stepped forward, he couldn’t help but look back at the carriage. Mo Zhen, you can rest assured that Jun Qing will help you!

When the soul of the dead appeared, there was no accident at night.

"Ten years! Night Junqing, in the past ten years, you may have forgotten the soul of death, but the soul that is dying is thinking of you every day! If you didn't set a trap in the past, who can bear me in this world!" It’s you! It’s you who let me soak in the cold pool for ten years! I endure the cold and cold all day long! If I don’t break your body today, I’m sorry for my ten years of hard work!” The face that wants to crack, black as carbon, the eyes white makes people feel very strange. Where he stood, the grass was scorched.

"Night Hung is simply crazy! He will actually release you!" Night Junqing holds a soft sword, glaring at the soul, and the ability of the person in front of him is clear. This time, the night Junqing is not sure, or perhaps gave up his life, in order to change Yao Mozhen's life.

"Night Junqing, I am dead!" There are very few words of death. Rao is a ten-year-old, hate the night of Junqing, and the words of hate that can be said are just a few words. The next step is a trick. Then a trick of death!

In the carriage, how does Yao Mozhen sit and live, after looking around the entire car, he only finds a short blade that Yin Xue left in the compartment for his own needs. So Yao Mozhen holds the short blade and wants to rush out of the compartment.

At this moment, the night Junqing and the deceased soul are fighting in the air, the soft sword and the desperate screaming and screaming, bursting like aurora, Yao Mozhen covers his eyes with his hand, has not put his hand down, then see the night Junqing It has already fallen back on the ground, and blood leaks from the corners of the lips.

"Jun Qing!" Since the rebirth, Yao Mozhen has never been as panicked as it is now, because once she never felt that she would die in the night, but when she saw the black soul, Yao Mo I am uneasy in my heart.

"Yao Mo 婉 婉 走 快 快 快 快 ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” 原 原 原 原 原 原 原 原 原 原 原 原 原 原 原 原

"Wang Ye thinks Mo Zhen will go!" Yao Mozhen helped to stabilize the night, and immediately raised the short blade and glared at the soul. Ten years ago, the battle of the night made the name of the night Jun full of Chucheng. At that time, Yao Mozhen first heard the name of the night Junqing. I imagined that he should be a strong man of Gaoma, and he did not expect it. It was such a gentle and immortal person.

"Yao Mozhen is crazy! The king wants you to go!" Seeing Yao Mozhen raises the short blade, and suddenly there is a word in the mind of the night Junqing. It is really ignorant and fearless! Night Junqing did not think about it, and fiercely pulled Yao Mozhen behind him. At almost the same time, the death of the soul was like a blast, and the night Jun Qing desperately retreated, but still could not escape the hurricane that followed.

"Oh..." At this moment, the night Junqing only felt a small abdominal pain, coveted, the belly robe split, the flesh rolled, bleeding.

"Night Junqing! You are weak!" Looking at the wound in the night of the night, the black face of the soul appeared a smile of irony, but he was too dark, no one can see him clearly. expression.

"Jun Qing! Let's go! I will block her for you!" Yao Mozhen decided to speak, and immediately stopped in front of the night Junqing. If there must be someone who died here, she would rather be herself. Yao Mozhen holds the mortal determination to look at the soul of death. If a person is not afraid of death, what else can she fear?

"Mo Zhen, this king is not worthy of you doing this, you are going, the king will stop him for you!" The night Jun Qingqiang pulled Yao Mozhen, a wave of light appeared in the eyes, the original face of life and death, he only wants Yao Mozhen can live.

"You don't have to let it! You can't go! Night Junqing, since you care about this woman, then I will kill her first, let you hurt, then send you to hell!" The soul screamed and screamed again. Hit it.

If you ask Yao Mozhen what he regrets in his life, then he will not be trained to be a martial art. Now, when he sees a desperate attack, she wants to block it with a short blade in her hand. Unfortunately, it is too fast. It’s almost like she’s flashing in front of her eyes, and then it’s a warm embrace.

"Wang Ye...Wang Ye!" Yao Mozhen subconsciously wrapped around the waist of the night Junqing, but felt warm in his hands, heart, suddenly cold, tears so no warning.

"Mo Zhen, I am sorry... This is how the king knows how to do it... When I really want to do something for you... It’s too late..." The night is deep and the sorrow is full of sorrow, he wants to be forever Just holding Yao Mozhen, never let go.

"Wang Ye? Don't... you don't have an accident! If you have something, what is the meaning of Mo Zhen doing all this!" When Yao Mozhen reacted to what Jun Junqing wanted to do, Ye Junqing had already withdrawn from Yao Mozhen. The embrace of the body, rushing to the soul of the dead, like the arrow!

"I want to go with me! Night Junqing, you still don't deserve it!" The soul of the dead saw the intention of the night Junqing, and suddenly made a fateful battle.

"Night Junqing! If you die! How can Mo Zhen live alone!" Yao Mo rushed to the direction of the night Jun Qing, tears like a flood of dikes, this moment, she finally understood, for the night Junqing, She is not only just repaying her, the feelings that flow from the bottom of her heart are filled with every cell of her body, that kind of love is love!

The smoothness of the electric stone fire, Yao Mozhen only feels like a floating cloud, the next second has landed, and at the same time landing with the seriously injured night Junqing.

"Jun Qing! How are you?" Yao Mo can't help but figure out what happened, and walked to the night to kiss him.

"I'm fine, this one?" The night Jun Qingqiang had a severe pain and looked up at the nun.

"Now is not talking, let's go!" The nun did not say much, and immediately took Yao Mozhen and the night Jun Qing left.

"I want to run, it's not that easy!" The soul of the dead can make the ducks that fly to fly like this, so they chase after them. I have to admit that the nun's light work is really good. Even if I have two people, it seems that it is very easy to leave the soul behind me. After almost half an hour, the nun wanders around and finally stops at a nunnery. Come down.

"Girl, you help him to come in with poor!" The nun carefully placed Yao Mozhen and the night Junqing on the ground, and immediately looked at Yao Mozhen.

"Thank you for being too teacher!" At this moment, the night Junqing has turned pale and white, showing a half-faint state, Yao Mozhen also did not care much, and immediately helped the night Jun into the nunnery.

The nunnery in front of him was not too big. There were more than 20 rooms in front and back, and the nun stopped when he took Yao Mozhen and Ye Junqing to the last room.

"Unintentional teacher, poor Nepal has rescued them, but the male donor has been seriously injured." Even if the mouth is called the sister, the expression of the nun looks very respectful, and even a trace of awe.

"There is a lot of work, let them come in." The voice of Qingyue sounded, and Yao Mozhen felt that the voice was very familiar, but he could not think of where he had heard it.

"Girl, help the donor to go in, he is very hurt, maybe only the sister can save." At this point, Yao Mozhen only knows that the nun who saved his life and the night is called Jingyue. too.