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No wonder Ning Cheng, who disguised himself as Xiao Ning, called Hang Jiao Jiao Gun. She could easily guess that Ning Cheng rescued her from Sikong Kai and Hang Jiao Jiao.
And instead of helping her savior Ning Cheng in the cabin, she helped Hang Jiaojiao speak. With her being like this, she is probably already a woman worse than a scumbag in Ning Cheng's eyes.
She once again remembered what Yue Ying said to her.
"Sister Ru Xue, you must have misunderstood Brother Ning. Brother Ning is not that kind of person. I have lived in the same house with Brother Ning for a year. I know best who he is. If he is this kind of person, I I¡¯ve already been fooled by him"
"Sister Ru Xue, I have heard other people say something bad about Brother Ning before and misunderstood him. But after being with him, I realized that he is really not the kind of person others say. Please believe Brother Ning. At that time Or maybe it was because of other reasons that made you misunderstand Brother Ning."
"Brother Ning said that sometimes what you see with your own eyes may not be the truth. I never understood this truth before. It was only after Brother Ning told me that I knew"
Sure enough, what she saw with her own eyes may not necessarily be the truth of the matter. When she saw Ning Cheng telling Hang Jiaojiao to go away, she felt disgusted and took the initiative to help Hang Jiaojiao. But the fact is that Ning Cheng knew that Hang Jiaojiao was an evil cultivator and was doing her a favor.
But Ning Cheng explained it, does she believe it? In fact, after Ning Cheng of Dragon Phoenix College explained clearly, she never believed a word Ning Cheng said. If Ning Cheng had stood at the mouth of the canyon and said that he would eradicate all the Bluestone Gates and kill all the Xuandan monks who were blocking the way, would she believe it?
She didn¡¯t believe what Ning Cheng said, so why did Yan Ji believe it? He even stepped forward to help. Are he and Yan Ji really so far apart?
"Junior Sister Ruxue, are you okay?" Cheng Yixiao asked quickly when he saw Nalan Ruxue's face and eyes seemed a little strange.
Nalan Ruxue shuddered and woke up. What was she thinking? Is now the time to compare with Yan Ji?
¡°Senior Brother Cheng, I want to ask you something.¡± Nalan Ruxue suddenly said solemnly to Cheng Yixiao.
Cheng Yixiao didn't understand what Nalan Ruxue meant, but he had a generous nature. Even if an ordinary person asked him for something, let alone a fellow junior sister, he would help, "Junior Sister Ruxue, please take care of yourself, we all You are a disciple of the Wu Nian Sect. If you need anything, I can help you and I will definitely help you."
"I fell into the hands of Hang Jiaojiao and Sikong Kai before and was almost destroyed. Then Hang Jiaojiao also came to the Rule Road. I would like to ask senior brother to restrain Hang Jiaojiao when he meets her and let me ask her a few questions." Nalan Ruxue bowed and begged.
Cheng Yixiao raised his eyebrows and said angrily, "This person dares to attack a disciple of my Wu Nian Sect. Even if Junior Sister Ru Xue doesn't tell me, I will never let her go if I know about it."
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Ning Cheng has been walking in this empty and silent black sand for two hours. There is nothing under his feet except bones and the remains of magic weapons. The inner consciousness was also empty, so Ning Cheng simply took out a chair and sat down.
Under the boundless sand, the surroundings are empty. He sits alone in the sand. If it is painted into a painting, will it also become a work of art?
Ning Cheng was thinking randomly, maybe one day, he would become a withered bone here, and then someone would take out a chair and sit on his withered bones.
Ning Cheng didn¡¯t know what he should do now. Don¡¯t say that he was not in the mood to practice. Even if he was in the mood to practice, he would not dare to practice. He is a monk and there is no spiritual energy here. What will happen to him once his spiritual stones run out?
"Perhaps I can stay here for another two or three hundred years." Ning Cheng murmured to himself. The maximum lifespan of a Black Liquid cultivator is four hundred years.
Ning Cheng then shook his head again, maybe he has gone crazy before he reaches the end of his life.
Or he can continue to refine elixirs, but even refining elixirs is of no use. After refining his spiritual grass, what will he do? Besides, if you can't go out, what's the use of just refining elixirs? Retreat? He only has five million spiritual stones on him, and this amount of spiritual stones will be used up soon for him.
Ning Cheng sat alone for a long time, then put away the chair. He decided to find out first whether it was really infinite.
Afraid that Hui Dudu would get stuffy, Ning Cheng took Hui Dudu out of his storage bag and put it on his shoulder. Then he used his flying magic weapon and prepared to find a way out.
Ning Cheng soon discovered that as long as he flew above a certain height, he would be suppressed immediately. And he flies forward, no matter how long he flies, he isHis abilities are countless times stronger than others, but in the end he cannot escape being lost.
Fortunately, the Xuanhuang Pearl is a creature of creation, and the Xuanhuang Origin is the original breath. Even if Ning Cheng uses his brain to make the transition, as long as the oil is not exhausted, the Xuanhuang Origin can barely help him support it.
The formations were connected one by one in Ning Cheng's mind, and this vast and vast land of sand gradually formed a microcosm in Ning Cheng's sea of ??consciousness.
A month has passed
Three months have passed
One year, two years, three years have passed
In the past few years, only Hui Dudu has been loyally following Ning Cheng. Even if Ning Cheng gave a lot of pills, Hui Dudu had to eat sparingly. In this place, if there is no elixir, it will starve to death directly.
At this time, Ning Cheng had also become a monk with disheveled hair and tattered body. He was still deducing formations. During this period, he would pass by some monks, but no one cared about him, and he didn't care about others.
Unlike other monks who deduced the formation, the eyes of others who deduced the formation became darker and darker, and finally even cloudy. But his eyes became brighter and brighter, and from the first month he came in, he kept throwing out some formation flags. Without the formation flag, he could easily refine one.
(This is the second chapter. I need to take a rest. The third chapter will be updated later, so I can¡¯t finish it.)