At this moment, a powerful spiritual force had pierced through Twilight's Divine Soul defense, entered Twilight's sea of consciousness, and read Twilight's memories.

"I'm going to make this woman my forbidden belly!"

"Hmph, she's actually mixed up with Nie Chen's wretch, it's really not a lift!"

"She didn't even look at me, when I caught her, I must torture her, no, I want to wait for her cave in front of her brother!hahaha!"

"Seventh Grandpa, go Nie Ling'er and grab it back, if that Nie Chen dares to stand in the way, he will kill me!"

The scenes in Bai Duxue's memory were like pictures with sound passing through Nie Chen's mind, and Nie Chen's gaze gradually became as cold as ice.

Withdrawing his divine sense, Nie Chen didn't want to look at it anymore, he left a spiritual power in Bai Duxue's sea of consciousness.

"Ahh

"Ah!!!h

At the moment when Nie Chen turned to leave, Bai Duxue suddenly burst out with a hoarse howl, the pain from the soul tortured his nerves like a maggot on the tarsal bones, and Bai Duxue rolled on the ground in pain with her head in her hands!

"Help!"

Bai Duxue let out a wail, and then, with a violent roar, Bai Duxue finally couldn't bear the torture anymore, and blew up her dantian, her body turned into powder, and her body was destroyed!

"Ling'er, I've avenged you. ”

Twilight's divine consciousness has been destroyed, her physical body is gone, and the dead can't die anymore, so there is no way for the Qiankun Sect to connect Twilight's death with herself.

Nie Chen looked up at the dawning morning sun, his body was plated into a piece of gold, and he left the woods without looking back, galloping in the direction of Mangdang Mountain.

Back at the Sword Sect, Nie Chen rushed into the room, painstakingly studying the Taixu Sutra while preparing for the repair of the Crazy Thunder Ancient Sword and the Curse Wind Ancient Sword.

In the main hall of the Qiankun Sect, the sect leader Bai Menghan was sitting quietly on the throne made of dragon bones, his eyes were extremely gloomy.

In front of him, Leng Yuanliang, the eighth elder of the Qiankun Sect, was prostrate at his feet, his hands trembling like chaff, sweating like rain.

Bai Menghan was still calm, as if he was asking about something that had nothing to do with him:

"You say, it was a miner in the Taichong Mountain vein who kidnapped Twilight?"

Leng Yuanliang wiped the sweat on his forehead and said: "Yes, according to the warriors in the mine, since this incident, the young man named Chen Ling has disappeared, and the appearance they described is exactly the same as the young man I saw who kidnapped the young master." ”

Bai Menghan's eyes narrowed slightly: "Are you sure this person is using his true face?"

"This ......" Leng Yuanliang couldn't answer.

"In which direction?"

Bai Menghan's eyes flickered.

"I don't know, by the time I reacted, this person had already disappeared with the young master. ”

Leng Yuanliang's figure disappeared in a flash, and disappeared from the main hall in an instant, leaving only a cold voice:

"Take the Eighth Elder to the prison and wait for me to come back!"

Then, a warrior immediately caught up and put Leng Yuanliang, whose body was like chaff, down.

Bai Menghan's figure was like a divine dragon shuttling through the clouds, and only half a pillar of incense appeared in the place where Nie Chen and Leng Yuanliang were fighting, he took a long breath, feeling the vitality between heaven and earth, and then, his gaze went in another direction, where it was the direction Nie Chen left!

Bai Menghan's figure flashed, and a series of afterimages suddenly appeared in the sky, Bai Menghan deliberately slowed down, and while volleying in the void, he sensed the changes in the vitality around him.

Soon, Bai Menghan stopped in the sky above a forest, his eyes were like torches, sweeping the vast woods under his feet, and then, his body was quietly frozen in the air, and a rare solemnity flashed on his face.

Then, Bai Menghan was a sideways figure, galloping down, and appeared on the ground of the woods.

There is also a smell of blood in the air here.

Bai Menghan walked over step by step, and gradually, a few strands of rags began to appear in front of his eyes, Bai Menghan stretched out his hand, and the cloth flew into Bai Menghan's hand.

"Cher!"

The corners of Bai Menghan's eyes finally moistened, and tears condensed in the corners of his eyes......

Then, Bai Menghan took a long breath, his body moved, and disappeared into the shadows of the trees.

In the prison of the Qiankun Sect, several black-clothed warriors walked back and forth in the cell, their divine senses cautiously probing the movements around them, and no disturbance could be concealed from their detection.

Suddenly, the passage of the prison sounded the footsteps of Xi Xi Suosuo, and the few guarding warriors were about to ask, but they saw the old and burly figure of the great elder of the Qiankun Sect, Qing Xuzi, walking in, and behind him, there was a middle-aged man with white beard, the man's face was like pearls, and his eyes were like stars, as if he was a god in the sky descending to earth, which made people can't help but have an urge to worship.

"Meet the Great Elder!"

The guards had not seen the middle-aged man, but they recognized the Great Elder Qingxuzi.

Qingxuzi nodded and said to the guards, "You all go down." ”

Several warriors immediately turned around and left the cell, and silence became in the cell.

"Eighth!"

Qing Xuzi looked at the prisoner in the prison seriously, and the expression on his face was very ugly.

Eighth Elder Leng Yuanliang rushed to the fence of the cell, grabbed the fence tightly with his hand, looked out of the room with burning eyes, and then immediately bowed down and said, "Leng Yuanliang greets the sect leader and the great elder. ”

"Alas......"

Great Elder Qing Xuzi sighed softly, shook his head and said, "Eighth Brother, do you know how much of a mistake you made this time?"

"Yuan Liang confessed, when I go out, even if I go to the ends of the earth, I will find the young master back!"

Leng Yuanliang's face was filled with guilt and regret.

At this time, Bai Menghan, who had been silent standing behind Qingxuzi, suddenly spoke:

"You say, that young man turned out to be a creator of the God Realm?"

Leng Yuan nodded like pounding garlic:

"Absolutely, yes, I saw with my own eyes that he used the four spirits to attack with one spiritual power!"

"In addition to the mental attack, what moves did he use?"

The creator of the God Creation Realm, Bai Menghan only knew Ren Fanchen alone, but with his feelings, this person was definitely not Ren Fanchen, and although he and Ren Fanchen did not have much contact, there was always some friendship, and the other party would definitely not make a move on his son.

Leng Yuanliang recalled carefully for a while, and suddenly shouted: "By the way, he is using the Burning Sky Sword in his hand, and that sword technique is also very similar to the martial arts of the Sword Sect!"

"You're not mistaken? Is it really the Burning Sky Sword?"

Bai Menghan's body shook, and his eyes stared at Leng Yuanliang fiercely.

"Absolutely, my Tianyuan Qingguang Axe has been destroyed by the Burning Sky Sword!"

Leng Yuanliang nodded firmly.

(End of chapter)