There was a sneering smile on the corner of Hei Yuqing's mouth, this situation had long been expected by him, but what he didn't expect was that it was Qingcheng Huang, an uninvited guest, who came to make this step.

What Hei Yuqing got at the beginning was the inheritance of the Confucian "young scholar", and it was there that he gave up part of his creation.

gave most of the bluebird essence blood to his wife, and the two immature people didn't expect that so many things would happen later, but they didn't expect that the Qingluan blood in Qing Mengyi's body would explode, and it was out of control, and even attracted the attention of the Qing family in the upper realm.

This also doomed the tragedy of the two.

Hei Yuqing's heart cuts every time he thinks of this, what will happen if he doesn't give it to Mengyi, but how can he control it?

It's an unsolvable puzzle.

Hei Yuqing hates the Qing family in the upper realm, without them, he will not be separated from his wife and man, and it is more difficult to see each other than to ascend to the sky.

When he knew the strength of the Qing family, he was desperate, and even disheartened, and fled to the ancestral hall to spend the rest of his life. But the unwillingness in his heart, and the child was still young and needed him to take care of it, so he finally survived all this.

Now, at least I have a chance to brush up my shame. slaughtered the Tianjiao of the upper realm of the Qing family, they will despair, right?

A nameless fire rises from the heart. Hei Yu Qing narrowed his eyes slightly, watching the wings of the Qingcheng Phoenix fall from the sky.

He moved, the phantom finger behind him paused, no longer flipping the book, and the stagnant illusory butterfly on it flapped its wings slightly, blooming with beautiful brilliance. The lines on the book squirmed, outlining a few large blurred characters.

Thousands of feathers carried sparks, and the lightning and flint came from the impact. The wings carried the sound of the wind of the wild waves, and slashed down. There are no dead ends, the sky is overwhelming, and the pressure brought by one person is stronger than all the soldiers guarding the edge of Qingluan City just now.

The wriggling lines on the books paused, and the hazy brilliance gradually emanated, coupled with the light of butterflies, making the whole world like a dream.

"The right way in the world is the vicissitudes of life. ”

The vast holy light rippled out from Hei Yuqing's body, and if the fat man's Haoran righteousness was fluorescent, then what Hei Yuqing emitted at this time was the light of the bright moon.

I don't know how much effort Hei Yuqing has spent on cultivating his own heroic righteousness, and he has read more than 10,000 volumes of ancient books alone. After traveling thousands of miles, there are legends left by him all over the earth.

Read 10,000 books and travel 10,000 miles. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is the first Confucian student in the Nether Realm.

The heavens and the earth suddenly became solemn, and only the sound of children's chanting lingered in the sky. The sound changed from vague to earth-shattering, with an inexplicable aura, and the burst of cyan feathers paused in mid-air, and the flames on the feathers were extinguished. The afterglow floats in the air, indescribably beautiful.

Qingcheng Huang raised his eyebrows, fireballs appeared in his hands, and the wings falling from the sky were like divine swords, rendering the firelight even more vigorous. As if something invisible was blocking its fall, black lines appeared around the wings, slow but unwavering in its fall.

The fireballs in both hands exuded an inexplicable meaning, and the heavens and the earth suddenly became hot. It's like being in a furnace.

"The Blue Bird Burns the World!"

Countless cyan sparks lit up in the void, and they were connected with the Qingcheng Phoenix as the center, forming the appearance of a cyan divine bird with wings spread and flying high.

Between the wings of the cyan divine bird, the flames surged, and a breath from the ancient wilderness rushed to the face. Diffusing between heaven and earth, heaven and earth seem to have become more condensed, as if returning to the ancient era of recklessness and competition for hegemony of divine beasts.

This is similar to the realm formed by the law, just like when Nangong Fan used the Qinglian Dao Fire and the "Qinglian Sword Codex", the green lotus was all over the body, and the sword and the fire were connected, which was a little more domineering than the crude gravity field.

It's just that compared to Nangong Fan's immaturity, Qingcheng Huang is much more domineering. Nangong Fan is confused every step, what laws he comprehends, and what kind of creation he gets, but what about Qingcheng Huang? Every step is under the guidance of the masters, all in order to cooperate with the bloodline of Qingluan and give full play to his own advantages.

The seeds of the Qingcheng Phoenix Sea Law were beating, and the blood veins in the body were boiling, which complemented this realm. There was more wonder in the eyes of the blue bird, the momentum rose, the fire shot out, and a breath of ancient recklessness filled the sky.

The bluebird looks up to the sky and sings. The handsome body of the god soared into the sky. The people at the bottom of the valley, the people hiding on the top of the mountain, all trembled, and some knelt down, as if to welcome the gods.

The bluebird flew through the sky, as if it had turned into another sun in the sky, only paused slightly, and fell from the sky at a faster speed.

The cyan rainbow streaked across the void, and the strange birdsong echoed in everyone's hearts. With an unstoppable aura, Qingcheng Huang rushed straight to Hei Yuqing, who was standing indifferently below.

Black Feather Qing had a smile on his face that made people feel like a spring breeze, and he was not in a hurry, as if he hadn't seen the blue bird swooping down. The center of the brow squirmed, as if something was about to be born.

A vertical hole emerged, slowly opening, and the cyan brilliance flowed. The cyan pupils slowly opened from it.

Kuroba Kiyoshi has a third eye!

The gods flowed, and the void seemed to solidify.

The pupils were full of ferocity and arrogance, and his indifferent eyes looked directly at the divine bird that fell from the sky. A hint of sarcasm looms. It's like laughing at the inadequacy of the divine bird. An even higher terrifying aura spread around the vertical pupils.

"The pupil of the blue bird?"

Qingcheng Huang's eyes shrank, unbelievable! The younger generation of the Qing family, he had only seen Qing Mengyi who was caught in the upper realm. This is the third eye that the blue bird's blood is so thick that it can only be found in a certain realm. With the help of this eye, the martial arts in the family can reach the realm of transformation, and there is the possibility of reaching the peak.

The ancestor of the Qing family once killed the gods with this pupil.

Looking at the three-eyed color in Hei Yuqing's eyebrows, it was even more perfect than Qing Mengyi.

Qingcheng Huang's heart rose to the point that it was extremely ridiculous for him, as if the family had made a wrong decision?

The body of the divine bird that swooped down from the sky paused, its wings fluttering, and its strange eyes flashed with anthropomorphic fear. It panicked, as if it had seen its own ancestors.

Qingcheng Huang is not qualified to deny the decision of the above-mentioned people, the most important thing for him now is victory! If he is defeated in the Nether, the glory will be far away from him.

A dangerous fire danced in Qingcheng Huang's eyes. Mysterious fluctuations are blessed on the wings. The wings are like a bamboo, cutting down the invisible barrier, and cutting down the black feather Qing without mercy.

Hei Yuqing licked the corners of his chapped mouth, "Fourth-Order Laws?"

The scroll freezes, and the butterfly dances lightly. The giant's shadow turned into light and shone on the earth. Haoran righteousness permeated the audience.

"Wind and Fire!"

The wind is a spring breeze, with the flow of time and the waves of life.

Fire is also the fire of a bluebird. It seems to have crossed the long river of time, burned from that ancient wilderness.

Someone is whispering, as if telling the truth of heaven and earth.

Some are weeping, some are singing. The figure is wrong, as if it has crossed over from various time and space, and coincides with Black Feather Qing.

"Broken!"

"Broken!"

"Broken!"

Countless voices resounded in the sky. It rings in everyone's ears.

The wings turned into light and disappeared, and blood appeared on the body of the Qingcheng Phoenix.

"Two Fourth-Order Laws!" The corners of Qingcheng Huang's mouth were a little bitter, he was just a single fourth-order law, and he could show off his martial arts in the younger generation of the Ten Prefectures and become one of the ten sons of the sect, but he didn't expect to come to the Nether, but he would be hit hard.

Where did this guy come from? Under the age of fifty, all the dual-system laws have reached the fourth order, and there are other laws to assist him. It was only obscured by the most dazzling laws of wind and fire.

Qingchenghuang has the illusion that he lived to be a dog at the age of six or seven hundred. Looking at Hei Yuqing, who was now in full swing, he actually had the feeling of facing the three freaks in the sect, two men and one woman.

It's just that he was still unwilling to lose. The spiritual power was agitated, and it was even really on the verge of the limit of what this realm could contain. Dark clouds converged in the sky, lightning and thunder, as if to rain down a monstrous punishment.

Qingcheng Huang ignored it, the flames converged from all directions, and the blue birds wandering in the sky also directly shattered, turning into nourishment and solidifying in front of him.

A cyan spear floated in the void, black lines filling the air. Qingcheng Huang's heart was as calm as ever, and he no longer fluctuated for Hei Yuqing, a freak. As soon as he grasped the spear, he looked very solemn.

Vulcan pointed. ”

The spear rushed forward, with the momentum of destroying the world and the earth, and rushed straight to Hei Yuqing. This is his most brilliant blow, even if he loses, he has to lose decently.

Black Feather moved.

The sword jumped to his fingertips at some point, cyan flames and cyan wind swirling over it. The radiance of holiness is fixed on it. Fan Jian groaned softly, with an awe-inspiring righteousness. Vows to put everything to rest. It is also a righteous vicissitudes of life in the world.

Swords and guns.

Heaven and earth shattered, and countless black rays emerged, with a huge suction, pulling everything around them into it. It quickly disappeared again.

A faint voice resounded in the sky.

"You're very good, I'm waiting for you in the Upper Realm. Although Qingchenghuang was aggrieved and unwilling, he still accepted defeat. waved the horns of his clothes, without a single cloud. He chose to break through the air. But as long as Qing Mengyi is still in the Qing family, they will have a goodbye day. He will repay today's defeat again one day

With the defeat of Qingcheng Huang, it seems to have caused a trend. One after another, people rose into the air in this area shrouded by the formation and could not fly into the sky, breaking through the air.

The Qing family is very decisive. Seeing that the first person of the Qing family has now been defeated, he did not drag the mud and water, and did not give Hei Yuqing a chance to cause huge casualties.

Hei Yuqing didn't stop it, and he didn't have the strength to stop it. Silently watched the formation disappear. Silently watched the figures that had appeared countless times in memory leave.

A faint voice fell softly in his ears. "Brother-in-law, keep working hard. ”

Black Feather smiled. Yes, the Upper Realm Qing Family is waiting for me!

Black Feather Qing swept Qingluan City all over, and everything that was not in this realm was cleared.

Disappearance of the teleportation formation. It also closed the Qing family, and wanted to continue to return to the Nether to develop branches and earn benefits, which would take a long time and a lot of money.

From today onwards, for a period of time, there will be only nine cities on earth!

......

Qingcheng Huang stepped out of the teleportation formation. The grizzled appearance stunned many people next to him.

Qingchenghuang couldn't help but smile wryly on his face, it seemed that he was going to become famous in the sect.

"Senior brother, there are still many people coming soon, you can receive them on your behalf. Qingchenghuang's voice fell, and he left non-stop, he didn't want to be a monkey to be watched.

The quaint house is built on the hill.

Qingcheng Huang gently knocked on the ancient house with the conspicuous word "Qing" engraved on the door.

"Please come in. A gentle voice, but with a hint of sadness.

Qingchenghuang gently pushed open the ancient door.

The seemingly ordinary ancient mansion has a cave inside, as if it has opened the door to a new world. The eyes are full of flowers and trees, and the fragrance lingers on the tip of the nose. A rich aura came to the face.

A woman sits in the center, with a huge ancient hall behind her.

The woman looked young at first, but when she looked closely, she was a little weirdly mature, her eyebrows frowned slightly, and she had an indescribable sadness.

"Senior sister. Qingcheng Huang smiled.

The woman he called his sister ignored him and didn't even raise her head.

The woman plays with the flowers in her hands, gently breaks the branches and leaves on them, and draws her nose and eyebrows on the buds with her fingers. It's a little similar to Black Feather Qing.

There are small shoes carved from flowers and leaves and belly pockets under the feet.

She was full of sorrow, if it weren't for the concern in her heart, she would have wanted to die.

"Senior sister, I saw Hei Yuqing. Qingchenghuang has long been accustomed to the ignorance of the woman in front of him. If it weren't for the fact that this woman would rather die than obey, the ancestor would have almost made this woman his wife. This also made the woman resent him in her heart.

The movement in the woman's hand paused, and the flower that had been humiliated to the point of being unseemly slipped from her hand. She turned her head. There is a green fire beating in the eyes, and the vertical holes in the eyebrows add a touch of charm.

All the flowers were lost in an instant. A soft murmur lingered in it.

"Is he okay?"