When the old and hoarse voice resounded in this world, Qitian and the mud bodhisattva both stiffened, looked up at the sky with frightened eyes, and slowly grew their mouths.

Xia Chanzi and the others also followed the gaze of the two, and saw that above the sky, a rickety figure stood in the air.

It was an old woman.

The old woman, dressed in a purple robe, with withered hair and a wrinkled face, was full of the past of the years, like an old piece of music.

Her cloudy eyes looked at the two people on the ground, and then she looked at the mud bodhisattva on the side, her cloudy eyes flashing with indescribable emotion.

With a wave of his robe, he was surrounded by his first son, and his figure slowly floated down like a green leaf in the wind, without a trace of dust.

The old woman turned her head to look at Xia Chanzi and the others again, her eyes flickered, her eyes locked on Gu Tong in the barrier, and a trace of surprise appeared on her face.

Immediately, the corners of her mouth were lightly raised, pulling the folds, revealing a very kind and gentle smile, like the warm breeze on a spring afternoon, which unconsciously eased the vigilance in everyone's hearts.

As a result, no one was surprised by the appearance of this old lady, but accepted her appearance very calmly.

"You're alive. ”

A low and unusually calm voice sounded, and the firm and steady tone was like a sword sharp to the extreme, shattering the silent atmosphere of the matter.

The old woman slowly turned to look at Qitian behind her, her wrinkled face showing deep helplessness and regret, and sighed.

"I don't want me to be alive if I could. ”

At this point, she slowly took a step forward, her cloudy eyes gradually became clear at this time, and there was endless gentleness emerging in it, and she shouted to the mud bodhisattva behind Qitian.

"Are you still avoiding me?"

That call made people feel their hearts tremble slightly, as if they contained endless sadness and grief, making people's noses sour.

The old woman stood there, her eyes straight at the mud bodhisattva, waiting for his response.

The subtle atmosphere wafted slightly in the air, like countless buzzing honeys, consuming everyone's patience.

Time passed minute by minute, and was finally broken by the hoarse voice of the mud bodhisattva.

"You're back, after all. ”

He no longer hid behind Qitian, but walked out with a dignified step, looking directly at the old woman, like a soldier about to face the battle.

The old woman seemed to be very satisfied with the Mud Bodhisattva's statement, and with a happy and excited smile on her wrinkled face, she said excitedly.

"This time, for the first time, for the last time. ”

When the words fell, the old woman made a move of her palm, and a ball of death rose from the palm of her hand, and then slapped it at Qitian.

For the old woman's sudden attack, the two of them were shocked, and their bodies retreated quickly, but after all, they were still a step too late.

Shout!

The sound of breaking wind resounded, and Death Yan broke through the air, directly bombarding Qitian's right arm, but the next moment it disappeared.

Everyone was stunned and puzzled at the same time.

Yes!

A hoarse cry came from Qitian's mouth, like a tiger being hunted by a hunter, and he was full of grief at the same time.

The screams resounded through the heavens and the earth, and everyone subconsciously wanted to rush up to rescue Qitian, but their bodies were stunned in place.

A thick horror and fear rose on the mud bodhisattva's face, and his own breath burst out without reservation.

The powerful divine power spread out in all directions, like an invisible hand, instantly grasping all the primordial sons in heaven and earth.

Airplanes!

The violent whirlwind was raised, and the terrifying power gathered in the right palm of the mud bodhisattva, and there was a faint golden light flashing on the dry palm, like a giant hand, with majestic power, slowly slapping towards Qitian's right arm.

Rumble!

An indescribable ferocious aura rose into the sky, turning into a thousand feet of bloody light, like a blood-colored long sword, as if it was about to pierce the heavenly vault.

Boom!

The ferocious aura exploded like fireworks, turning into waves of blood, spreading out in circles and circles.

Everywhere the blood waves passed, the snow-white earth was dyed bright red, and a trace of darkness rose up, like the end of the world.

Bang!

Two muffled sounds sounded, and the two figures were directly bounced out, and their bodies fell heavily to the ground, drawing two deep ravines.

One figure is the mud bodhisattva, and the other is Xia Chanzi and others hiding in the golden toad's clothes.

Boom!

The sound of shattering sounded, and the golden toad clothes that protected everyone exploded, and the golden light converged, turning into gold and copper coins again and returning to Murong Yu's hands.

Whining!

The screaming sound of the wind echoed in this blood-red earth, like the sighs of countless undead, exuding an eerie and terrifying aura.

With the appearance of this breath, the first son of heaven and earth was like a mouse who had met a cat, and he fled without a trace in the blink of an eye.

The vacuum! is the place where all the first sons are lost!

And the people who lost the protection of the golden toad only felt dizzy, as if a boundless sea of blood appeared in front of them, and their minds were filled with boundless bloody killings, as if they wanted to squeeze their heads.

The next moment, they were eroded by this terrible ferocity, and their bodies collapsed to the ground like lambs to the slaughter.

Stompe!

There was a clear sound of footsteps, and everyone struggled to get up, looking at the depths of the fog with hideous eyes, wanting to know the situation of Qitian.

The thick fog lifted, and the purple-robed old woman stepped out and slowly walked towards Qitian in the distance.

And when everyone saw Qitian's appearance clearly, there was a deep horror and fear in their eyes.

I saw Qitian collapse to the ground with a painful face, and his gentle face was extremely hideous at this time, as if he was resisting something.

He raised his right arm, and the palm covered with small flowers exploded, and the flesh and bones gradually twisted, turning into a vertical eye full of evil and evil.

Just looking at him for a moment, he felt a splitting headache, as if his soul was going to be buried by endless evil and killing.

The purple-robed old woman looked at the strange and evil vertical eyes, and a faint smile appeared on her face, and said.

"It's really surprising, I thought that the seeds planted in the Ka clan had already been burned by the Tsar, but I didn't expect that one would appear in you, a foreigner. ”

"I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing!"

The old woman's last sentence accentuated a little, as if she was glad to see Qitian become like this.

With that, she turned to look high in the sky, her cloudy gaze piercing through the layers of mist, as if asking something.

The next moment, she waved her palm slightly.

I saw that the blood mist between heaven and earth was turbulent, and it turned into two halves in the blink of an eye, and a hundred-zhang crack was empty, as if it was welcoming the messenger from heaven.

"Come down, everything is taken care of. ”

The old woman called softly, but the hoarse and slight voice was extremely clear, as if it could penetrate the nine heavens.

Woo!

I saw that the moment the voice fell, above the canopy, a slender figure slowly floated down and gently fell in front of everyone.

A long purple dress, long purple hair, and a pair of purple eyes.

Who else will come besides Ziling?

Ziling bowed lightly to the old woman, who smiled kindly at her, and then slowly walked to her side, waiting quietly like a servant.

At this time, Ziling also noticed Qitian in the distance, or Qitian's unusually strange right arm.

She stepped out, and in a flash, she came to Qitian.

Qitian also sensed Ziling's arrival and slowly looked up at her.

But when he found out that the latter was such a young and beautiful girl, he actually forgot the pain for a while, and froze in place, not knowing what to do.

"I can't imagine that the majestic Black Smoke Envoy will end up like this in his old age. ”

Ziling looked at Qitian with an indifferent face, and mocked mercilessly.

Feeling the ridicule between Ziling's words, Qitian suddenly came to his senses, and immediately let out a wry laugh of self-deprecation.

"Unexpectedly, I have lived for nearly two hundred years, and in the end I will be ridiculed by a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl!"

"Ridiculous, ridiculous!"

Ziling didn't care about Qitian's self-deprecation, her beautiful little face was still indifferent, she glanced at the old woman on the side out of the corner of her eye, and nodded at her.

The old woman seemed to sense something, and nodded slightly.

The dry palm of the void grabbed it, and it was directly grabbed by the two figures from a distance.

It's actually Gu Tong and Cailu!