"What the hell is going on? If you guys make it clear, this seat can still consider leaving you a whole corpse!" Zi Qingke didn't bother to pay attention to Wen Xun, who was already crazy, and pointed at Luo Fan and the others in front of him and roared angrily.

Qing Ci grinned gloatingly, and shrugged his shoulders pretending to be innocent, "Don't be angry! Didn't you say that he tastes good? No matter what, you also went to Wushan Yunyu all night, you are a great teacher of Changyue Country, you won't mention people when you put on your pants!"

"Shut up for me! It seems that this seat is not moving, you really think that you are a dish! I hope that after a while, you can still be so arrogant, so as not to disappoint this seat!" Zi Qingke laughed angrily, and his figure suddenly lightened as he spoke, and he rose into the air.

At the same time as his figure left the ground, the bodies of the eighteen "psychic mages" instantly turned into eighteen black smoke and drilled towards Zi Qingke's body.

The sky suddenly became overcast, the wind whistled in my ears, and the river rolled violently, as if it were about to drown the entire altar.

Huo Shudie, Huo Zhiyuan and the others had already evacuated to the woods, and they felt that the altar behind them seemed to be abnormal, and everyone couldn't help but glance back.

This is just a matter of not looking, everyone was taken aback at a glance, the originally empty altar was flying sand and stones, and the eight people who stayed to fight with Ziqingke flew in the wind, and Ziqingke's figure floated in the air, surging with a trace of terrifying black gas.

"Brother, do you say that Long Lian will be the opponent of that demon Dao?" Looking at the scene where mortals were powerless, Huo Shudie muttered.

Huo Zhiyuan's face was solemn, and there was worry in his eyes that couldn't be hidden, but he still comforted: "Since they dare to come, it means that they must have the certainty of dealing with Ziqingke." Now...... We can only hope for them. ”

The brother and sister had just said a few words, but suddenly felt the ground shake violently, and everyone was shocked, and hurriedly supported each other to stabilize their bodies.

When they looked up at the altar again, they found that their vision in the distance had become blurred, and they saw that layers of black mist quickly enveloped the entire altar like a dark cloud falling to the ground, and all the figures in the altar seemed to have fallen into a huge black vortex, and then they could no longer see the situation inside.

"This ...... What's going on?" Huo Shudie was stunned, they only felt the shaking of the ground on the periphery, but the sky had changed on the side of the altar, could it be that the eight of them were going to die in the hands of Ziqingke like this?

"It's dangerous here, let's leave quickly, it still won't help to stay here, and Dad's body needs to be healed quickly. Huo Zhiyuan took Huo Shudie's arm and said as he retreated.

At the mention of Huo Zhong, Huo Shudie suddenly reacted, she had been subconsciously looking back before, just wanting to see the figure in a white fox fur.

The sudden change in front of her frightened her so much that she almost forgot that her father was still badly injured.

"The widow's carriage is outside this wood, why don't you send General Huo back to the city to heal first. Xiao Ce said.

"This can not be ......," Huo Zhong said weakly with the support of the two soldiers.

"Why can't I do it, General Huo almost lost his life at the hands of Ziqingke for the sake of the widow, and now it is just a carriage, why should General Huo care about a lot of red tape. Xiao Ce smiled and said.

"This ......" Huo Zhong wanted to say something more, but Huo Shudie jumped to Huo Zhong's side in two steps, and owed to Xiao Ce, "Shudie thanked Your Majesty for Daddy!"

After saying this, Huo Shudie immediately grabbed Huo Zhong's arm and whispered to Huo Zhong: "Daddy, don't you old man know what 'respectfulness is better than obeying fate'? ”

Huo Zhong's heart warmed, he shook his head helplessly and smiled bitterly, and arched his hand at Xiao Ce with difficulty, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your compassion!"

Seeing the two brothers and sisters of the Huo family take Huo Zhong away, Xiao Ce's face gradually sank. Although he was over 30 years old, he had only been on the throne for less than two years. As the new monarch of a country, he encountered such a major blow this time, and his heart was really not good.

He stared into the chaos of black mist in the altar, and there was a complex light flickering in his eyes.

He naturally hopes that Ziqingke can be solved here, after all, this guy has been in charge of the government of Changyue Kingdom for nearly a hundred years, and now he is even more ambitious as a wolf, trying to wash all the royal family of Changyue Kingdom, as the king of a country, how can the imperial power be trampled on by others.

But he hoped that Ziqingke would be solved, but he didn't really want those eight people to come out alive, he was afraid that some of them would use this to invite credit and become the second Ziqingke.

However, the battle between these masters with unique skills is no longer something that he can control as a mortal monarch, and he can only pray in his heart now that these big people who do not belong to the world will disappear as soon as possible, so as to restore peace to his world.

And at this time, in the black mist, the huge turmoil that had just occurred was that the stout stone pillars on the side of the mountain wall on the left side of the altar flew off the ground under the control of Zi Qingke, forming a circle in the air, and then the stone pillars fell from the sky and penetrated deep into the ground, trapping the eight of them inside.

As for Huo Shudie in the woods, the thick black mist they saw was caused by the strange runes carved on those pillars that were pulled by Ziqingke's mana, and the strings of them twisted and expanded after breaking away from the stone pillars, and quickly condensed in the air.

At this time, the eight people who were trapped in the pillar and the black fog only felt that the strange black figures in front of them quickly floated in front of them, and just as they were ready to fight them, those black shadows just passed by them, as if they had no intention of attacking them.

Zi Qingke's figure had long since disappeared, and he could only hear his voice coming from all directions, and his laughter was arrogant and cold: "Hahahaha...... This is the 'Nightmare Realm' specially prepared for you, so enjoy it......"

"Nightmare realm?" everyone was shocked.

Before they had time to think about it, there was another violent turmoil under their feet, and then the piece of ground they were stepping on suddenly shattered inch by inch, and the eight people didn't even have a chance to dodge, and their bodies began to fall rapidly.

"Painting!" Cang Wunian exclaimed, in a hurry, there was only one thought in his heart, which was to hold the hand of the painting Allure.

But the howling wind in his ears, and the loud shaking and cracking of the rocks, drowned him in the flying dust as soon as he shouted.

The current situation was worse than the feeling they couldn't see or touch when they first entered Kun's belly, at least at that time, although they were nervous, they could still subconsciously have a little comfort—that was the reason they thought that Wan Qi Scarlet didn't harm them at that time.

At this moment, they are facing a trap set by the enemy, this "nightmare realm" that knows what it is, and it is unimaginable what dangers they will encounter in it. If you don't catch the people you want to protect at this time, God knows where they will end up, and whether they will be able to meet each other safely.

Except for Cang Wunian, several other people also had this idea, but they couldn't control their body shape at all in the process of falling, and they grabbed their hands indiscriminately, but no one grabbed anyone.

As if falling into a bottomless pit, these eight people could clearly feel their bodies falling rapidly, but after waiting for a long, long time, there was still no sign of landing.

I don't know how long it took, Qing Ci gradually felt a little tired, this feeling was somewhat familiar, as if he was persecuted when he was a child, he ran alone in the night, and the last injury made him have to close his eyes tiredly and plunge into the Luo River.

He had some bad premonitions in his heart, wondering if his mana consumption was too great yesterday, and his current body was too seriously injured, so his mind was now a little inexplicably turbulent, and his body was becoming more and more exhausted.

But he had to cheer up, because he didn't know what he was going to face next, and what if he fell, what would he do? What would he do if he painted a fallen city? What would he do with his moon?

With a "poof", Qing Ci plunged headlong into the water, and at this moment he felt as if he had completely fallen into another world.

After entering the water, he suddenly found that his mind had cleared up.

He looked around vigilantly, but found no danger, and no one else. But to his surprise, he actually fell into a river, and the water of the river gave him exactly the same feeling as the Luo River.

Qing Ci frowned slightly, and then swam towards the depths of the river.

However, what puzzled him was that he was absolutely confident in his speed in the water, but at the moment he felt that the scenery around him had not changed after swimming for a long time.

Just when he was puzzled, a black underwater whirlpool suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and Qing Ci's eyes lit up - it turned out that there was really a whirlpool in this place, and it seemed that this should be Luohe.

I'm afraid it's just because he's so tired that he always feels like he's been swimming for a long time and hasn't found it.

He didn't hesitate, and rushed into the black vortex with a lot of energy, but something unexpected happened to him.

The black whirlpool that he remembered as something he could ignore was like a hurricane with countless sharp knives hidden, and the moment his body entered the whirlpool, the rapidly spinning whirlpool cut his clothes open, and his hands and his face were not spared.

Wisps of dark blue blood overflowed from the countless openings on his body, and quickly disappeared by the black whirlpool swept into the river.