"Are they strong?" asked Cheng Jing curiously.

"They are very dangerous!" Zhang Chen said seriously.

"Well, I see, thank you for caring about me. Cheng Jing said, but her heart was sweet.

"Huh, cousin, why is your face red?" Ma Xiaoling asked curiously, as if she had discovered a new continent.

"Do I have it? Don't talk nonsense, even if there is, it may be caused by the consumption of too much physical strength during the battle just now! Okay, deal with this place, let's go!" Cheng Jing said.

"Don't deal with it, let's just leave. Zhang Chen said.

"Hmm. Cheng Jing and Ma Xiaoling nodded, and the three of them walked outside.

Boom Boom Boom !!

Just when Zhang Chen and the three of them had just left the miasma cave, the entire miasma cave collapsed directly, and a huge cloud of dust rose into the sky.

Cheng Jing glanced at Zhang Chen deeply, and didn't ask much interested, and the three of them walked outside.

An hour later.

Zhang Chen stopped a taxi, and the three of them sat on the taxi and rushed towards the city.

……

The dark world of the capital has not been very quiet recently.

The news that the Dark Temple Death Reaper was going to fight a decisive battle with the Thirteen Gates of Qingyun was like a whirlwind, quickly spreading to every corner, and as long as you inquired a little, you could know that after three days, the two of them had made an appointment to fight on the top of the Great Wall.

If it is just like this, although many people will be curious, they will not care too much, and there will be no forces from all sides to mobilize their men and horses to lay out on the top of the Great Wall.

Judging from the news delivered by Elder Qingfeng that day, the spoils of this decisive battle will be one of the remnants of the three-star pearl.

Since the last appearance of the Seven Dzi of Destiny, nearly 10,000 years have passed, and there are only some ancient sects, and there will be some records about the Seven Dzi of Destiny in the classics.

Where there is wind, there are rats, and the role of the Dzi of Destiny, under the deliberate inquiry of people with hearts, is like a gust of wind, which spreads rapidly in the capital.

Some people meet and say, you know? 10,000 years ago, the seven Dzi of Destiny are said to have appeared, as long as you get the seven Dzi of Destiny and summon the River of Destiny, you can realize a dream, no matter what the dream is, the River of Destiny can help you realize it.

It is precisely because of this that all forces, hidden old monsters, have been born one after another, and the goal is to rush to the top of the Great Wall.

As one of the decisive parties this time, the Qingyun Thirteen Gate Forbidden Land, at this time, there were thirteen people wearing the robes and palace skirts of the Qingyun Gate Sect.

The leader is a middle-aged Confucian scholar, who sits on the main throne with a golden sword, and in his left and right rows, there are six people sitting respectively, of which there are three women, and the rest are men.

"Old Thirteen, how much do you know about the Grim Reaper?" asked the middle-aged Confucian student.

A handsome young man sitting on the right-hand side said after a while.

"Big brother, except for the general news circulating in the market, the other little brothers don't know anything. ”

"Tomorrow is the day of your decisive battle, what are you doing in the past three days?" said the middle-aged Confucian with a hint of anger.

"Big brother, you are wrong to blame the younger brother, the younger brother also just came out of the customs this morning, and happened to meet the second sister, and the second sister told me the news, otherwise, the little brother was still kept in the dark. Junyi young man explained.

"Hmph! This damn Qingfeng dared to kill people with a knife and drag my Qingyun Thirteen Gates to the opposite side of the Netherworld Temple, it was simply a pity to die!" said the middle-aged Confucian with a murderous spirit.

"Big brother, you don't have to worry too much, although the younger brother is at the peak of the Jindan Realm, but this retreat, he has refined the Qingyun Immortal Tiger Sword Technique, don't say one Grim Reaper, even if there are two more Grim Reapers, under the Qingyun Immortal Tiger Sword Technique, he will definitely die!" said the handsome young man arrogantly.

"What? Thirteenth brother, have you already refined the Qingyun Dark Tiger Sword Technique? This sword technique is one of the three most powerful sword techniques in the sect, since the establishment of my Qingyun Thirteen Sect, few people have refined it, have you really mastered it?" The middle-aged woman sitting in the third place on her right hand was taken aback.

Although the others did not speak, the surprised expressions on their faces were all expressed.

"Eighth sister, you still don't believe me? Although my little thirteen cultivation is the weakest among all the brothers and sisters, but he has a kendo wisdom heart, and on the way to sword practice, he has a strong natural ability! This Qingyun Dark Tiger swordsmanship is indeed very difficult to practice, even with my kendo wisdom, it has taken three whole years, but the power is against the sky, invincible at the same level, and has the ability to challenge beyond the level! With the cultivation of the junior brother at the peak of Jindan, even if it is against the immortal Dao powerhouse in the early stage of Shangyuan Infant, he can also win the battle! Unless it is an immortal Dao powerhouse above the early stage of the Yuan Infant, otherwise, the junior brother is invincible all over the world, even if it is Wu Xunhuan, the protector of the country, the younger brother only needs a sword to destroy him now!" said the handsome young man with a chest full of confidence.

"Hahaha——! good! Okay! It's really great! I can't imagine that the Qingyun Dark Tiger Sword Technique, no one has practiced it in my Qingyun Thirteen Sect for hundreds of years, and I actually let Xiao Thirteen refine it, with this set of swordsmanship, don't say that it is a god of death, even if it is ten gods of death, it is not your opponent! However, this time, we not only want to kill the gods, but also divert the attention of those strong people in the dark, otherwise, even if our Qingyun Thirteen Sects have a great cause and have been inherited for hundreds of years, it is enough to choke in the face of the prying eyes of countless strong people hidden in the dark!" said the middle-aged Confucian with a laugh.

"Big brother, what are we going to do?" asked the young man.

"You have attached your ears to us, and we have ...... this"

In addition to the Thirteen Sects of Qingyun, other forces are also secretly plotting, and the most powerful wave of them is the Dream Demon Clan......

Zhang Chen didn't know that the decisive battle that would come tomorrow would cause huge storms in the lake in the capital.

At this time, Zhang Chen took Cheng Jing and Ma Xiaoling and took a two-hour taxi back to Ma Xiaoling's hut.

"It stinks! I'm going to take a shower. As soon as she entered the living room, Ma Xiaoling threw the cottage LV bag on her waist on the sofa and rushed to the bathroom.

Bang!

A crisp sound sounded in the ears of Zhang Chen and Cheng Jing.

"I—I'll go in and take a shower. Seeing Zhang Chen's playful eyes, Cheng Jing's beautiful cheeks subconsciously turned red, and he was about to rush to the bathroom.

Phew!

Zhang Chen grabbed his right hand quickly, grabbed Cheng Jing's right hand, and pulled her over domineeringly.

Before she could react, he kissed her fiery red lips.