"The king is in this world, and the strong of our race will come to meet him with blood and fire. After the Blood Shura finished speaking, his huge body suddenly shattered, turning into bits of red light and dissipating between heaven and earth.

The sky above Minghai City was quiet, everyone looked at the sky, everything came so fast, but disappeared faster, some people even thought they were hallucinating.

Xiao Chen floated back to his home, it was already a mess, and in the huge crack that Xiao Chen stepped out of, with Xiao Chen's arrival, a trace of dead air rose from the crack.

The death qi is no longer as rich as before, and it seems that the knife Xiao Chen used this time is not a small consumption for him.

When the dead qi returned to Xiao Chen's body, Xiao Chen returned to the appearance of a handsome young man with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, red lips and white teeth.

Xiao Chen looked at the huge cracks on the ground and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

"Gathering evil and swallowing the sky" has almost absorbed all the yin and evil qi of the entire Minghai City, and there is no problem with the current Minghai City being the most 'clean' city.

But the problem is that there is only righteousness and yang energy left in Minghai City now, which sounds beautiful, but this is not a good thing.

Everything in the world has its trajectory, and if a world wants to run normally, it is important to pay attention to a balance.

Just as there is yin and yang, there is day and night, there is justice and evil, and everything has opposition and unity.

But now the problem in Minghai City is that all the yin and evil qi in this city have been wiped out by Xiao Chen.

The so-called extreme things must be opposed, and now the righteous and mighty Minghai City will definitely give birth to a yin and evil thing beyond everyone's imagination over time.

It could be a ghost king, or it could be a big demon, or even a big demon.

Xiao Chen looked at the huge crack in the ground, as if he was thinking about this problem.

Suddenly, Xiao Chen put the white narrow knife in his hand on his shoulder, revealing an extremely obscene smile.

Xiao Chen ran towards his house, and there were words in his mouth, "Haha, whatever it gives birth to, it's my business." ”

In front of the villa, Mo Xiaoxiao took Wang Duo's hand, looked at Xiao Chen, who was resisting the knife and had a lewd smile on his face, running towards him.

Mo Xiaoxiao subconsciously protected Wang Duoduo, and her expression was extremely nervous.

After all, she had witnessed the whole process of Xiao Chen's transformation just now, in case this guy was going to kill someone, Mo Xiaoxiao knew that she could only stretch her neck and be slaughtered.

"Brother Xiao Chen, have you defeated the big monster?" Wang Duo's eyes were full of little stars, looking at Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen glanced at him obliquely, and pulled Wang Duo's chubby face: "Little fool, take your mother home to play." ”

After speaking, Xiao Chen ran into the house with a smoke.

Mo Xiaoxiao is full of question marks, this is the end of the matter, what the hell is it that children take their mothers back to play?

Xiao Chen came to the house and put the narrow knife in his hand on the coffee table.

As soon as it broke away from Xiao Chen's right hand, the narrow knife began to hum, and the blade began to tremble and began to spin, as if it wanted to leave.

Xiao Chen held down the narrow knife and wiped his chin with a lewd smile.

"Good knife, confiscate. ”

The narrow knife held down by Xiao Chen let out a sad roar, but Xiao Chen smiled narrowly: "Oh, don't resist, young man, follow Bendi in the future, kill the most fierce people, and play the most beautiful sword spirit, isn't it beautiful." ”

A trace of dead air drilled down Xiao Chen's fingers into the narrow knife, and as the dead qi drilled in, the narrow knife gradually regained its calm.

On Phoenix Mountain, the elegant man looked at the empty scabbard on Tsing Yi's legs, and asked a little nervously, "How is Tsing Yi?"

Tsing Yi picked up the scabbard on his leg, weighed it in his hand, and said lightly: "The connection between Infernal and me has been severed." ”

The elegant man was shocked in his heart, and there was only one way to cut off the connection between a divine soldier and his master, and that was to directly touch the spiritual imprint in the divine soldier.

This means that the strength of the person who touches the spiritual imprint must be above the master of the divine soldier.

"Is that the one who fought against the Blood Shura just now?" the elegant man asked.

Tsing Yi Hou nodded, and stood up from the ground with his scabbard in his hand.

Looking at the scabbard in his hand, Tsing Yi Hou Liang popped out two words for a long time.

"No loss. ”

The elegant man almost didn't spit out a mouthful of old blood: "Infernal is a treasure of your master, and it has a lot to stake, so you have such an attitude." ”

Tsing Yi Hou didn't pay attention, and threw the scabbard in his hand into the sky, and the scabbard disappeared into the sky in an instant.

"What are you doing?" exclaimed the elegant man.

"The beauty of adults, the unsightly appearance of a knife without a scabbard. After Tsing Yi finished speaking, he strode towards the bottom of the mountain.

"Poof. ”

The elegant man finally didn't hold back, and a mouthful of old blood spurted out.

"Where is Tsing Yi going now?"

"Back to Yanjing. ”

"What? Is that mysterious master left it alone?"

Tsing Yi Hou stretched out his right index finger and compared it in front of the elegant man.

"You're saying that only one percent sure can win?"

Tsing Yi Hou shook his head.

"Is that he going to kill you with one move?"

Tsing Yi Hou shook his head again.

"So what does that mean. ”

Tsing Yi Hou withdrew his fingers, looked at the elegant man like a mentally retarded man, and said, "If I want to win against him, my cultivation will be set back a hundred years." ”

The elegant man was stunned for a moment, and then shouted: "Who can guess that your finger means a hundred years! Besides, how old are you this year, you are in your nineties, and you are still going back a hundred years, do you want to go back to your mother's womb? ”

The elegant man followed behind Tsing Yi, hesitated for a long time and said, "By the way, there was a knife that fell there two days ago, do you want to go and take a look, it just so happens that your knife is gone now." ”

Tsing Yi thought for a while: "That knife happened to fall on Fengshenya, is it fate?"

……

Xiao Chen was basking in the sun on the recliner at the door at this time. For the mess around him, Xiao Chen didn't see it.

At this time, a white light crossed the sky and flew straight towards Xiao Chen's side.

"Bang. "Smoke and dust everywhere.

As the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, a white scabbard was firmly inserted into the ground.

Xiao Chen pulled out the scabbard on the ground and nodded with satisfaction: "Yo, good man, you will live to death." ”

On the roof of Huaiyi Hospital, Master Xiao sat on the ground with a pale face.

In front of him was Zhao Lecheng, who closed his eyes calmly, and Zhao Lecheng had a lot of silver needles stuck in his body.

The Blood Lady, the Night Crow, and the girl who had been knocked by Xiao Chen, silently gathered around Zhao Lecheng's corpse.

"Old decay and incompetence. Master Xiao bowed to the three of them sadly.

Night Raven shook his head, "Old man, you've done your best. ”

The girl knelt beside the old man, biting her lip tightly and not making a sound.

But everyone can feel the sadness in her, perhaps this is the so-called "great compassion without words".

……

In the hospital building, a man suddenly bounced out of a hospital bed.

If Luo Sirou can definitely recognize this person here, he is the widowed brother.

At this time, Brother Fu's face was terrible white, and there was a weird smile on the corner of his mouth, which made people's scalp tingle.