Eternal Taoist King

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The sharpness of this tooth is far better than the blade. Even though Song Ning's body is still protected by spiritual power, it is easily broken and the teeth penetrate into the body.

Tearing pain.

Song Ning's eyes were completely dark. At this moment before his death, he didn't seem to feel fear, but unprecedented clarity.

dying?

Not good!

There are still graves in Taihe Mountain, and there are still tasks to be completed within the gossip mirror. The most pitiful thing is the Shinto scripture in the body. This ancient and modern technique is now in the body. If it is dead, would n’t it be everything? Finished?

But the eyes are getting darker and darker. Song Ning has been completely bitten by the mother insect, or because the pain is too much, the body can no longer feel the pain. Now the only thing that can prove that he is alive is the sound by the ear, that is the villager Song Ning could n’t clearly understand what the villagers were saying, but they felt sadness from their bodies, felt guilt, felt ...

My monk, why do you practice?

The number above Jin Dan suddenly appeared in Song Ning's mind.

More than eight thousand, more than eight thousand!

With more than eight thousand lives, Song Ning seemed to see his **** hands. On these hands, so many lives were buried, but now he can't save this village?

The voice of the villagers came from his ear.

Unless he hears it with his own ears, Song Ning will never believe that there will be "justice" in this world, there will be people who are not afraid of death, and there will be people who think about others.

But then Song Ning laughed, the smile was feeble, is he not such a person? If it was not for these villagers, he could have all these people die. After the villagers died, they could be turned into bugs, and he could kill them to increase the killing value.

But if so, Song Ning wouldn't be at ease for a lifetime.

"Did I not save them ?!" Song Ning's heart shouted. No one could hear such a shouting sound, except his own heart ...

just……

His heart shuddered suddenly. At this moment, it seemed that half of this heart was not his own, and half of his heart was beating strongly.

While these half hearts were beating violently, a pair of eyes suddenly opened in the underground of Qingluo City, a hundred miles away, and a glimmer of blue light shone from these eyes.

"the host!"

The two words blurted out into energy, rushing towards Song Ning like a torrent, within a hundred miles, in an instant.

The demon was about to devour Song Ning, but suddenly he felt the power strike, his body shook, and his movements stopped.

There was a silent roar from the underground of Qingluo City a hundred miles away. No third party could hear it except the monsters.

"My master, in fact you wait for the offal to be invaded, let me go, let me go!" The underground voice trembled, a force tens of times stronger than before just came from her mouth, and instantly hit the monster.

The monster's mind is awkward, like a fly that was hit, the sound of 'swoosh' was fanned out, and after blinking, it disappeared without a trace, and it was unknown.

Underneath Qingluo City, the blood of the main voice of that voice was spurting blood, all above the fair skin and above the silvery white fluff.

She held half of her heart, so painful ...

"Master ..." she murmured: "In this way, the meeting time will be extended again, but fortunately, at least ... you are still safe ..."

Between her speeches, nine silvery furry tails dragged down weakly, crawling deep in the ground, closing her eyes, as if sleeping in the past.

Beside a village a hundred miles away.

Song Ning didn't know what happened. He fell heavily on the ground, only to feel his body seemed to be broken into two pieces, but this was not the main source of pain. At this moment he felt the pain, it was his own heart.

That is not a scar, but a kind of sadness, a kind of miss.

"Not dead yet ... but just now ..." Song Ning's eyes closed weakly, and there was no more consciousness.

Before dawn, it is always dark.

This village is called Mud Village, and there are more than 800 villagers.

The villagers here are kind and long-lived. They have lived for hundreds of years, and nothing like the night has happened.

When they saw that the demon was hit by an unknown force and saw Song Ning falling, no matter men, women, children or children, they rushed to the place where Song Ning fell, trying to catch Song Ning.

"Zhang Dazhuang, why don't you run faster!"

"Don't say I, I'm running slowly, how can I catch up? It's you, you run fast, why didn't you catch it?"

"Your grandmother, do I have that much energy?"

Several people were heading towards, a gray-haired old man shouted angrily: "You all shut up for me, still stupefied, and hurry back the fairy!"

The old man was the village head, and the head of the village began to command: "Dazhuang, take this fairy to my house. Xiaolian, you go home and clean up, and free up your room to the fairy. Your room is in a good position. "

The two immediately started to work, and the village chief said, "What are you stupid standing for? Do your hands and help Da Zhuang together. Li Langzhong, you get some hemostatic herbs, Zhang Lihu, you go and get some game, go, Go quickly. "

All of a sudden, the village was in a turmoil. Only the children were curiously watching the unconscious Song Ning. Their eyes were full of surprise and gratitude.

In a tidy and clean room at the head of the village, Song Ningguang lay lying on the kang. A 16- to seven-year-old girl took herbs in her hands and applied them to Song Ning's wound.

"Xiaolian." The door opened.

"Dad! Everyone is gone?" Xiaolian got up and looked at the village head.

The head of the village nodded, closed the door, and glanced at Song Ning, who was lying on the floor and said: "You work harder and take good care of the fairy. If the fairy wakes up, let me know as soon as possible."

There was a trace of worry in Xiaolian's expression: "Dad, the fairy's body ... almost broken in half, can you still live?"

"Nonsense! Isn't the fairy going to die casually?" The village head scolded.

Xiaolian sighed and sent the village head away.

In the room, Xiaolian wiped away the blood stains on Song Ning's body with a wet towel. She faced the opposite **** like this for the first time. She was curious when she wiped some places, but she also understood that the body of the fairy was not profane, so she Don't dare to touch it easily.

The star is bright, and the morning is slightly cool.

The liquefied water droplets on the windows slipped off, revealing the light of the early sun.

Xiaolian just sat next to Kang and looked at Song Ning's face.

At a similar age to her, the elegant and handsome face was such a person who fought the demon last night and rescued the whole village.

Fairy ...

There was some fluctuation in Xiaolian ’s heart. At the age of love, when she thought of the scene last night, she seemed to have a little white rabbit in her chest, her cheeks were red, and she was slowly close to Song Ning ’s lips. Kiss me ...