The purple gauze skirt is like a blooming water lily, extremely beautiful, but it is extremely torn and fluttering in the wind, if it weren't for the special material of the clothes, Ning Qingqiu estimated that with such a fierce fight, the clothes would have been torn long ago.

Therefore, the monks of Yunhuang are still very humane, and they know that fighting damages clothes, so this piece is very good, the material of the magic robe is even better than the magic weapon, and the defense ability and comfort function are both indispensable.

The black dragon almost didn't think about it, and followed her crazy whereabouts.

The aftermath of the fall alone opened a deep crater on the ground that was more than ten meters deep and 100 meters in diameter.

The surrounding ground is chapped.

There are countless Silver Spirit Clans who were killed and injured by the shock.

Ning Qingqiu decided to name this move the Ascending Dragon Wave Bomb...... Regardless of this weird name, she herself can't remember if it was a comic or something like this, and the incompetent person immediately used it.

The black dragon circled down, but it lost the trace of Ning Qingqiu.

Demon Venerable smiled coldly.

Then the black dragon began to attack and bomb indiscriminately in the surrounding area, blowing up the ground for one round, and then a second round.

The Silver Spirit Clan has more people who have been innocently affected.

Of course, they are all moving away quickly, and the more advanced Silver Spirit Clan are doing their best to protect the other clansmen, they don't dare to complain about the actions of the Demon Venerable, after he invaded all the spiritual cores of the Silver Spirit Clan, the Silver Spirit Clan is subservient to him, and since then they have been the most loyal dogs and minions of the Demon Venerable.

Let them die, and they will die without hesitation.

There is no will of their own race.

To a certain extent, long after the whole of the Silver Spirit Clan went crazy, this race actually ceased to exist, and what existed now was just some monsters that appeared in the world with the help of the shell of the Silver Spirit Clan, and the vassal race of the Demon Race.

Ning Qingqiu had originally used her magic to escape and put herself in a temporary space that had been carved out, so in fact, Demon Venerable's behavior couldn't hurt her.

But her face was very ugly.

Because such a temporary space actually couldn't last too long, she didn't expect that after the Demon Venerable found out that he had accidentally injured the Silver Spirit Clan, he didn't care about their life or death, and actually started to bombard them non-stop in the same place, which completely forced her to appear.

Demon Venerable is really too frustrated, even if the Silver Spirit Clan is no longer in his eyes and is only used as cannon fodder and consumables, but it will not be to force her to show up, so he is such a killer without scruples, right?

The creatures of the red collar were stunned, they could never understand why someone was so terrible, and they had a deep jealousy, fear, and the deepest disgust for the man who controlled the black dragon, which was the most unacceptable person of the seven-color race.

The concept is simply the opposite of the other.

They knew that this seemed to be a member of the demon race, and they talked about it even more.

Mingyuan looked at the pit with some worry, and was very worried about Ning Qingqiu's current situation.

Dudu hurriedly comforted him: "Qingqiu is very powerful, don't worry about her, rashly interfering at this time will only lead to more serious consequences, because I don't know what her plan is......"

In fact, Dudu also has selfish intentions, that black dragon is too powerful, if it is like dealing with Ning Qingqiu and the Silver Spirit Clan to deal with the army of the red collar, even if it racks its brains and tries its best, there is no way to protect this army, so it has only one idea, no matter what, it is to leave Mingyuan behind, although this is very selfish, but there is no way, in comparison, Ning Qingqiu is not as good as the race of the red collar in his heart, and it is not as good as other alien races on the seven-colored grassland.

Mingyuan naturally didn't know about Dudu's secret thoughts.

But he also listened to the words.

Also, Ning Qingqiu is not a weak person who needs to be rescued by others, she will get through the difficulties by herself, but she really can't, he, Lu Changsheng and Su Hongyi are not dead people, and they will naturally take action at critical moments.

At this time, he should stabilize the basic plate, don't look at the silver spirit clan's death is aggrieved, but they retain a part of their living power, and it is no problem to continue to fight with the red collar, but the red collar has withdrawn from the battlefield at this time, and after the beginning, he reacted to how much damage a war would bring to them, and many people's faces were sluggish, and there was a deep panic about the future.

Mingyuan knew that there was absolutely no mess at this time.

Therefore, he must behave calmly and give them enough confidence, otherwise, the bottom of the red collar will collapse, and this group of soldiers who have experienced the battle of blood and fire must be left to the seven-colored race as the ones who lead the recruits.

Ning Qingqiu closed his eyes.

Since it can't be dodged, and you can't take twists and turns, then take it in the straight.

The sword qi began to be extremely compressed and condensed.

Gradually, a small qi sword was condensed in the dantian, and the qi sword and the heart refining sword were almost identical, that is, except for the small model state, it was about the same size as a hundred times smaller.

Kenshin is a kind of will.

This is Ning Qingqiu's understanding.

And now, with a strong psychic power, she interfered with reality and created this sword of the mind.

This is not only a lethal sword weapon, but also her sword heart.

It can be said that this sword is small and inconspicuous, but this is the biggest attack that Ning Qingqiu can send out with all his strength at the moment.

If this blow is not successful, it will be a benevolent.

A figure rose into the sky.

It seems to have appeared from nowhere, and it is ethereal.

The Demon Venerable's eyes lit up, and the red eyes of the black dragon were also shining.

One person and one dragon collided without any fancy feelings.

Lu Changsheng's heart was full of throat and eyes.

He knew that Ning Qingqiu's swordsmanship was superb, and the current world of the sword path realm was probably unsurpassed by no one in the same level, but this did not mean that when her opponent was the Demon Venerable, the Hedao Supreme, he would blindly trust her to be the final victor, even if the Demon Venerable only had a divine thought clone to make a move.

If the true Buddha-figure is in this place, with the gap between heaven and earth between the cultivators of the Merge Dao and other realms, they don't need to fight at all, they can't run away, they probably just tie their hands and sit still.

Ning Qingqiu flew out upside down, almost twice as fast as when he sprinted.

A mouthful of blood spit out, like a flower of blood in full bloom.

Lu Changsheng flew to catch her, the slender waist in his palm was almost not a grip, but at this time, he obviously did not have the delicate feeling of warm fragrance and warm jade in his arms, he looked at Ning Qingqiu's pale cheeks, and immediately took out two of the Nine Turns Soul Restoration Pill and fed it to her.