The two of them had moved from the air to the ground, which happened to be a plain, and there were no people.

Zi Xueling's old injuries were not healed and new injuries were added, and he spat blood slightly embarrassed, and the old man also suffered internal injuries and vomited a mouthful of blood, but it didn't look serious.

Did his all-out move only make him vomit a mouthful of blood? Purple Snow Ling had some failures.

And for the old man who is already at the peak of the Divine Venerable, this is already very rare, but the cultivation of the Holy Venerable can make the Divine Venerable vomit blood. In normal times, even a hundred Saint Venerables would not want to touch a single hair of the Divine Venerable, but the female doll in front of her could injure herself, which was already dozens or even hundreds of times higher than that of people of the same level.

"Onslaught." The old man didn't give Zi Xueling a chance to breathe, and waved his hand again.

Zi Xueling struggled to resist this move and fell to the ground, obviously suffering extremely serious internal injuries. Seeing that the old man's next move was about to come to his eyes, Zi Xueling closed his eyes, is this time really going to end? Dust...... Where are you?

The old man swung a move, this move used ten percent of his strength, I don't believe she won't die!

At the last moment, a white figure blocked in front of Zi Xueling, and with a slight wave of his hand, the powerful attack dissipated.

The man lifted the unconscious Zi Xueling, and his face, which was always gentle in front of others, was cold. "Dare to hurt Ling'er, die!"

A powerful coercion overwhelmed the old man, and the old man was frightened for a while, what a powerful coercion this is! He can't even resist a person at the peak of his god, who is this man?

"Ruined, I don't want to see him in the Five Realms anymore." The man said solemnly.

"Yes." A black figure appeared on the side, and a black mist was filled behind him, and he said solemnly.

"No, you can't kill me, I'm an elder of the Yun family, if you kill me, the Yun family won't let you go!" When death came, the old man's always arrogant face was full of horror, and the older he was, the more afraid he was of death.

He didn't speak with a cold face, in his heart, as long as it was the person the master asked him to kill, he would kill it at all costs, not to mention that now it was just a small god venerable, and it was not difficult for him.

He was the first dark spirit master in thousands of years, he was labeled as a scourge from birth, and it was the master who rescued him from the place he hated, taught him martial arts, and gave him an ordinary life.

Ruined slowly stepped forward, a black mist in his hand hit the old man, the old man hurriedly got up to dodge, but the black mist seemed to have eyes, where he hid it chased there, one did not check, it was hit by the black mist, the black mist slowly spread to the old man's entire body, and the old man unexpectedly did not feel a trace of pain, but was very comfortable, he seemed to see a person with holy light waving at him.

Slowly, the black mist swallowed the old man whole, leaving not even a trace behind. Not even a soul.

The man in white looked at the end from the beginning, and his eyes were cold and cold. Waving his hand to destroy and motioning for him to stand back, he picked up the unconscious Zi Xueling and wanted to find a place for her to heal.

Suddenly, a white light flashed, and the man and Zi Xueling arrived together in a place that seemed to be a paradise.

A group of people stood on the sidelines, as if waiting for them.

"Liwang, please carry Xiaozi to the room over there." Shayue looked at the calm man in front of him and spoke.

Mo Zhanchen raised his eyebrows, but did not move.

"This is Xiao Zi's personal space, and I am a space machine spirit. These are her hidden guards, and these are her contract beasts. Sand Moon knew that Ink Dust didn't trust them that much, and explained out loud.

Ink Dust finally moved, and carried Zi Xueling to a simple wooden house. Slowly input the spiritual power into the body of the purple snow spirit. After the colorless spiritual power entered the body of the purple snow spirit, it automatically repaired the damaged internal organs for the purple snow spirit. After a long time, the ink stained dust slowly withdrew his hand. looked at the sleeping woman in front of him, and sighed softly. Turned around and walked out.