The Sword Dynasty - 148. Chapter 147

After Xiao Suo, he laughed at himself, and Shen Xuan thought that after all, he wanted to be too beautiful.

Where in this world happened to come such a good thing, just a thought of oneself just happened to be hit by oneself.

“It seems that there is nothing wrong with your investigation.”

As tall and thin as a turret, he lowered his head slightly and apologized to Mo Qinggong beside him.

Naturally, Mo Qinggong didn’t think he had the ability to sit on an equal footing with him, so he bowed back and said, “Master Shen is polite.”

Seeing the change in Shen Xuan’s complexion, Ding Ning knew that his greatest crisis had passed.

However, at the same time, he decided to tell Changsun Qianxue about all the things that happened in the floating prison today, so that she could understand that he and her enemies, such as Shen Xuan, a truly powerful enemy, were already ten years old even after Emperor Yuanwu ascended the throne. Two years later, they still maintained a strong vigilance. After something worthy of their attention occurred in Changling, they even subconsciously associate with that person.

Shen Xuan turned his head and signaled Ding Ning to get up. At the same time, he said slowly: “The willpower of practitioners is much stronger than that of ordinary people. Especially many powerful practitioners can even deceive themselves and separate their perception from their bodies. At that time, the body was like an irrelevant skin to them. No matter what you did to their body, it seemed to them to be tortured to others, so we must completely dismantle theirs. Will, always start at their spiritual level. The assassin of the practitioner I have interrogated almost, but I am afraid that there are still some omissions. This practitioner is in the big floating prison because of you, and when I see you, I will feel emotional Even more unstable, I have articles to do.”

Ding Ning stood up, nodded, and signaled that he understood.

Shen Xuan turned to the rear iron hook, twisting slightly like a worm, and walked away with a groan.

A faint vitality leached out of his body, with some fresh power flowing into the meridian of the figure.

Ding Ning carefully controlled his heartbeat and killing intent, looking at the practitioner who had assassinated him in the fish market.

At this time, the cultivator had completely turned into a terrifying piece of red meat, but half of his face seemed to be reserved deliberately, and he could still see the previous appearance.

After the vigorous power came in, the cultivator suddenly breathed in an unpleasantly violent breath, as if someone who had been drowning for a long time finally breathed a breath of fresh air. In one of his intact eyes, something finally appeared. The light reflected the three people in front of me.

However, just at the same time that Ding Ning and Shen Xuan’s face were clearly seen, this cultivator’s eyeball became extremely bloody red, his eyeballs were widened to the extreme, and the countless bloodshot eyes seemed to burst.

This is a look of horror, horror, regret and other emotions that cannot be described in words.

Without waiting for Shen Xuan to speak, the practitioner was already mad and uttered like a recitation: “I am Zhuang Yonglie, a native of Jiaodong…”

Another faint vitality leaked from Shen Xuan’s body and fell into the body of this cultivator.

The cultivator was in a moment of stillness, as if even his emotions were frozen at this moment.

“You go out.”

Shen Xuan waved to Ding Ning and directly signaled that Ding Ning could leave.

Walking out of this stone room, Ding Ning saw that Xue Yi was already waiting outside. At this time, Ding Ning had a sadness on his chest and his eyes were slightly astringent. He knew that the deepest stone room was not far from here.

He even knew the location of the stone room very well. However, the saddest thing was that he couldn’t even look there at the moment, or even feel carefully what kind of layout there was. He couldn’t even let the eyes The astringency is revealed in the slightest.

He could only think that, at least as he had hoped at the beginning, he finally entered this big floating prison that had undergone a lot of changes.

Following Xue Yi’s footsteps, he walked slowly, thinking coldly in his heart. With so many powerful magic circles intactly preserved, it seems that there is only one way to enter the deepest water prison quickly. way.

And after entering that dungeon, if you want to be able to get out from here again, there seems to be only one possibility…that must have four practitioners above the seven realms join hands.

Thinking of the aura flowing out of Shen Xuan’s body, his eyes became colder again. He was sure that four were not enough, and at least five practitioners above the seven realms were needed.

However, looking at the entire Changling Mausoleum at this time, where are five practitioners who dared to enter here and defy the Great Qin Dynasty?

Ding Ning felt a little cold, and he shrank slightly.

Many flowers painted on the wall in the Wutonglou wine shop are already dim because of the long time.

Many practitioners on the seven realms are involved in this painted wall.

However, just like Liang Lian, just like the Zhou family ancestor he added recently…These people may fight each other in his plan, but how can they join hands for his use?

Changsun Qianxue was right in front of the wall he painted at this time.

She didn’t understand what Ding Ning’s flower-like symbols meant, and she didn’t want to spend the slightest amount of brain power on matters other than practice.

She just wants to turn herself into a sword that forgets many things, getting simpler, but getting stronger.

So although this painted wall has existed for a long time, it was the first time she really stood here to take a serious look.

For her today, such a change was made because she heard very clearly when the blood came to Ding Ning, and she knew very well what kind of place the big floating prison was.

Entering such a place, Ding Ning is also very likely to fall directly into it.

Her mood became a little anxious unconsciously.

At this time, it was the first time to really see the painted wall left by Ding Ning. She felt very complicated at first, and it was not easy to remember so many grievances in her heart, but soon, her picturesque eyebrows were deeply wrinkled. When I started, there was a strange feeling in my heart that was hard to describe in words.

She faintly saw that the rice paddies between the flowers were the road to Changling.

One of the green flowers is the location of the wine shop where she is now.

And the location of some gray flowers is the turret that closely monitors the movement of the straight roads in Changling.

These locations are certain, and there are many seemingly messy and meaningless green leaves, which in her eyes have become garrisons and active tiger and wolf troops.

Some of the places deliberately left blank are the best way to avoid the observation of the turret and the route of these tiger and wolf troops.

So this painted wall is also a road map of how to escape Changling the fastest.

Ding Ning used some hints so easily to draw such a road map, he must be familiar with it…so this map is for her to see.

What made her a little harder to understand was that, faintly, all the patterns on this wall were actually a person’s face.

It’s her face.

Although it may be difficult for anyone except her to see, it just has the same charm.

But just like practicing a sword, it is not difficult to refine its form, but the difficulty is to refine the charm.

“If there is no definite news from you before midnight, I will try to leave.”

Changsun Qianxue took a deep breath, and said coldly against this wall as he would usually speak to Ding Ning.

However, just at this time, a layer of frost suddenly engulfed her magnificent face.

She felt a familiar breath.

…

A carriage stopped outside the restaurant along the street.

The coachman wearing a thick cotton-padded jacket was dozing off with the slightly hot copper soup woman, waiting for the employer in the restaurant, a breeze blowing behind his head.

The driver only felt his eyelids sink, so his head dropped and fell into a deep sleep.

But a gentle force came from the empty carriage behind him, controlling the reins, turning the horse’s head, and slowly walking towards a roadway outside the phoenix tree.

The carriage quietly followed a man dressed as a vendor who had passed through Wutongluo.

After following several streets, the carriage lost control and stopped.

The sleeping coachman Huo Ran woke up, sweating profusely while seeing the surrounding scenery, and repeatedly scolded himself for sleepiness and missteps. He fell asleep and caused the carriage to walk several streets, but fortunately he didn’t hit anyone.

At this time, the driver of another carriage in this street dropped his head like him and fell into a deep sleep. At the same time, soft power spread from the carriage, continuing to control the carriage to follow the man.

After passing through several streets, the man dressed as a vendor stopped.

A restaurant directly in front of him was closed.

However, in the perception of Changsun Qianxue, who slowly released his soft power in the carriage, a man in a gray shirt was washing some harness in the backyard of that restaurant.

She knew that this man in gray shirt was called Jing Mozong, and he was one of Wang Taixu’s most loyal subordinates, and he was also the one who had rushed to death with Ding Ning in the streets.

At this time, she also felt the intention of the man dressed as a vendor who was familiar with her breath. After a little pondering, she calmly and softly spoke to Ding Ning, saying: “I’m sorry, the plan is worse than change. .”

In the next moment, the breath in her body shook slightly.

The vitality controlling the reins became more violent.

The man standing in front of the restaurant suddenly turned around and his eyes fell on the carriage she was in.

Changsun Qianxue’s face remained unchanged, she controlled the carriage to move on.

The man with the appearance of a vendor narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was a hint of coldness and rebelliousness that could not be described in words.

A slight mocking smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Without any hesitation, he quickened his pace to keep up with the carriage where Changsun Qianxue was.