In the second layer of the Tianyan Mountain Range, crimson flames filled the entire space, silently burning for an unknown number of years, the aura of destruction was strong, life was hard to find, and the whole world was immersed in dead silence.

At this moment, the power of endless flames was aroused, and it frantically converged, like a boulder thrown into a stagnant water, stirring up a thousand layers of wind and waves, sweeping the entire space.

"Boom~"

The power of the flame surged, and a huge flame palm print condensed and was born, and the power of the rules flowed, smelting the void.

"Give me death! Death and death!" The vice president of the Francotic Refiner Guild had a hideous face, full of murderous intent, and he didn't even care about his own injuries, chasing and killing all the way.

"Zheng~"

The sound of the sword roared in the sky, the bright sword light surrounded Xue Qinghan's body, and a series of sword shadows emerged, and the sword traveled in the air, like a surging river, and the sharp air was permeated.

However, Xue Qinghan's figure did not dare to stop in the slightest, and his feet were free-spirited to the extreme, leaving a trail of afterimages in the space, and his figure was already hundreds of zhang away.

But even so, Xue Qinghan could still clearly feel a divine soul power locked on him, and a dangerous aura lingered in his heart.

"Bang~"

That huge palm print was like the hand of a god, harnessing the terrifying power of the fire rules to shroud down, making people unable to escape, and there was no way to avoid it. The palm print fell on the sword path light curtain, and suddenly the bright sword light around Xue Qinghan's body instantly dimmed, and countless sword qi was directly refined and destroyed, and the sword path light curtain collapsed.

"Poof~"

Mysterious characters emerge under the feet of Xue Qinghan, outlining the mysterious lines of the Dao, with unpredictable power, as if walking in harmony and blending into the space. But the gap in strength is too huge, even if he is seriously injured, it is still not something that Xue Qinghan can resist. Besides, Xue Qinghan's current situation is not much better, and thanks to the strength of his physical body, he was not directly slapped with a palm.

Xue Qinghan's figure had narrowly escaped the scope of that palm print, but just the power that passed by directly made Xue Qinghan's mouthful of blood spurt out, and the flesh and blood on his back were blurred.

"Cough~coughcough~ Damn!" Xue Qinghan bared his teeth and scolded in a low voice, but his mouth was full of blood, which looked a little fierce.

It's really fucking painful, all the internal organs seem to have been shaken and displaced, and this time it's really miserable, I actually met this old immortal thing.

The injuries on his body were serious, his breath was disordered, his face was pale, and his forehead was covered with sweat, but Xue Qinghan did not dare to stay in the slightest, trying his best to maintain the spiritual power in his body.

"Let me down, if you go on like this, you can't run away, put me down. Mo Yu's body leaned weakly into Xue Qinghan's arms, and she almost exchanged her life for the serious injury of the old immortal vice president of the Refiner Guild, so that she had a chance to escape. But at this time, she had no combat power, the situation in her body was extremely bad, her meridians were damaged in many places, and her spiritual power was almost impossible to mobilize, so she could only escape with Xue Qinghan.

And even if the free step is subtle, it can make Dexue Qinghan have the speed it is now, and be able to escape with difficulty under the strong men of the Dao Palace Realm, this is already the limit of the sky. With Mo Yu again, it will undoubtedly make the chances of getting out of the snow Qinghan even slimmer.

"Do you want to die?" Xue Qinghan asked expressionlessly.

Mo Yu was silent, just looking at the handsome face with the pupils of Rumo, and the wisps of warmth dripped on her face, with the temperature of life. If they can live, who wants to die?

"If you want to die, I'll help you, so that you don't suffer another girl's misery, poof~cough~cough~cough~" Xue Qinghan Xue Qinghan had just finished speaking, and the power of flames came behind him, causing him to stumble and cough violently.

Mo Yu's eyes narrowed slightly, the light in his eyes was uncertain, but there was a trace of coldness in his heart, at that time, was it even a kind of mercy to give death?

"Xue Qinghan, in your heart, what is my identity?" Mo Yu's voice was extremely low, almost inaudible.

Xue Qinghan, Mo Yu has always called Gongzi before the slave seal was lifted, or after regaining his essentially free body, this is the first time to call him by his name, and Xue Qinghan can't help but be stunned.

"What identity?" Xue Qinghan's mouth tugged at the corners of his mouth with difficulty, raising a faint arc, "Of course it's a maid, the debt owed to this son has not been paid off, and I will sell you if I lack money one day." ”

"Sell?" Mo Yu blinked, is the maid considered her own person? Moreover, he said that he sold it, not threw it away, and if it can be sold, does it mean that it is also worth something?

"Then are you willing to sell?" Mo Yu leaned his face into Xue Qinghan's arms and asked out loud.

"Boom~"

The countless flames behind condensed into a flame light cluster of the size of a zhang and smashed down, as brilliant as a meteor shower, enveloping a large area of space where Xue Qinghan was.

Xue Qinghan wrapped one hand around Mo Yu's slender waist, his steps were wrong, and his body passed through the rain of flames in an almost unreasonable trajectory, and the Freedom Sword flickered with dazzling sword light, tearing apart a ball of flames that could not be avoided behind him.

The power of the backlash spread through the Xiaoyao Sword, causing Xue Qinghan to be shaken to the ground, and his body slid out dozens of feet away from the ground.

"If you talk nonsense, I'll really throw you away, shut up for me, there's a lot of nonsense!" Xue Qinghan gasped heavily, and shouted angrily at Mo Yu who was holding him in his arms.

Mo Yu's pale face showed a look of grievance, but there was a wisp of bright light in his eyes, and he obediently closed his mouth.

"Keep running, little brute, you are very good at running, look at the old man who broke your limbs, are you still so good at running!"

An old figure covered in flames stood above the void, and behind it, the power of endless flames converged, faintly forming a vortex of flames, and the sound was monstrous.

Xue Qinghan looked at the old figure with an ugly face, was he caught up after all? At this point, it seemed that there was no way to retreat.

"Two little beasts, don't worry, the old man won't let you die so soon, and if you hurt the old man, I will let you know what it means to beg for death!" The old man's eyes were bloodshot, hideous and terrifying.

"Hehe, this is so born to be Peugeot, cut off the old man's arm, and the old man won't kill you, just let your little lover see how you are under the old man?" The old man then turned his gaze to Mo Yu in Xue Qinghan's arms, and said hatefully.

"What's the matter? Now I know I'm scared, it's too late, where are you running now?" looked down at the silent Xue Qinghan and the two, and the old man smiled fiercely.

Mo Yu's eyes flickered with coldness, but he was also full of worry, now that they were really forced to a dead end, the Dao God Realm faced the Dao Palace Realm, how could there be any hope of reversing the situation.

At this time, Mo Yu's gaze turned to Xue Qinghan again, but he couldn't help but condense.

I saw that Xue Qinghan's eyes were closed directly, his face twitched slightly, slightly distorted, as if he was suffering from extremely strong pain, and he couldn't help but let out a muffled sound in his mouth, and the wisps of blood flowed down from the seven orifices, which looked extremely miserable.

And Mo Yu, who was clinging to Xue Qinghan's body, clearly heard the sound of sword roars that wanted to tear apart the soul from Xue Qinghan's body, followed by the blood that was torn apart from the skin of Xue Qinghan's body without warning, and the sharp sword qi that shattered everything was diffused from it, and the sword intent was vigorous.

"Childe?" Mo Yu couldn't help but call out worriedly as he watched the blood that kept spreading and dyed Xue Qinghan's white clothes into bloody clothes.

"What? Are you scared stupid? Desperate? Hahaha, it should have been like this a long time ago, what's the use of struggling? The more you struggle, the more painful you can only die, let the old man cut off your limbs first, and I'm here to show you the old man's training of this, tsk, looking at her like this, she seems to be still a chick, right? The old man has a lot of experience.......

"Old dog, have you finished talking? Missing an arm, not only can you not take care of yourself, but even physical problems have become a big trouble, right? Since you have a lot of experience, do you want to find a demon ape for you to try?" At this moment, Xue Qinghan suddenly opened his eyes, looked at the old man, and said coldly in his mouth.

At the same time, the sound of sword roars became louder and louder, until finally, there seemed to be thousands of divine swords roaring in unison, the sword moved in the sky, and a phantom of the sword world faintly emerged behind Xue Qinghan, and the sword light emptied all the flames in this space, directly turning into the world of swords.