A light appeared in front of them, and then a sea change occurred around them.

The withered yellow leaves come into view, and everything in front of you is golden. Fallen leaves are swept into the sky, fluttering and circling in the wind.

Before, the temperature outside was relatively mild, but after they came out, the temperature around them plummeted.

Mu Jiujiu couldn't help but shiver, and immediately used it to keep out the cold.

She looked around.

The maple leaves were blown all over the world, except for the sound of the wind, the surroundings were very quiet, and no other figures were seen.

Is this the Qingyuan Realm?

"Which way are we going now?" Mu Jiujiu asked.

"...... this way"

Halfway through Wen Yuan's words, he suddenly paused and looked ahead-

Under fallen leaves,

Countless black wings gathered here, gradually condensing into the form of a person.

The man's robe seemed to be made of wings, and he was thin and his eyes were extremely sharp. Half of his face was covered with inky totems, and he looked up at them.

This feeling of being a bad comer.

Mu Jiujiu subconsciously covered the hilt of the sword with his fingers.

Wen Yuan looked at this person, and his eyes flashed with thought.

He always felt that this person was somewhat familiar, and this familiarity was not in appearance, but in breath.

This person, it seems, is-

The breath of the black bird just now!

Wen Yuan was surprised that he couldn't feel the strength of the skill of this thing in front of him at all, but whether it was a demon or a human, as long as there was spiritual power, there would be a high or low.

It's like they're lifeless.

Although the man in front of him is from the same origin as the black bird's breath just now, if you look closely, there are some differences.

Wen Yuan was thinking about it, and the black shadow suddenly struck like lightning-

Countless combat experiences made Wen Yuan and Mu Jiujiu react quickly.

The two of them retreated in unison, swept into the air!

"Bang!!"

The attack created a huge pit in the ground, and the surrounding rocks shattered and turned into powder.

Mu Jiujiu's pupils shrank.

What a terrifying power.

Before, she thought that Yi Wenyuan and her skills were enough to deal with it, but now it seems that ......

Wen Yuan looked at the traces of the ground in front of him, and doubts flashed in his heart.

It seems a bit exaggerated.

What always feels wrong?

At this time, a terrifying force swept from the front, and the man just now almost turned into a cold sword, with the sound of breaking the wind, straight towards them!

Mu Jiujiu and Wen Yuan glanced at each other, and at the same time drew their swords out of their sheaths—

Wen Yuan's sword intent was immense, and Mu Jiujiu also had his own sword intent after countless trials.

The Wind Moon Dream glowed with a white light, seemingly soft, but in fact, every attack hit the nail on the head.

Mu Jiujiu shuttles in the wind, and his body is extremely light, almost blending with the wind.

Wen Yuan's eyes flashed with approval.

"Bang!"

The Cloud Blood Sword emitted a sword roar, and the light flickered, like a round of red sun exploding in front of his eyes, making people reflexively close their eyes!

Then, the cold sword qi rushed to the sky-

In the violent crash, the wind and sand moved away, and the surrounding trees fell backwards in unison.

With them as the center, the previous flowers, plants, trees, and stones turned into dust in a strange state and dispersed with the wind.

Wen Yuan's eyes flashed with light.

I see.

Mujiujiu was also discovered.

It's not that the black feather man in front of him is strong, but that some things around him have become extremely fragile, like paper.

Of course, probably a sturdier point than a paper tie.

Under the attack of the two, the black-feathered man had nowhere to escape.

With a loud dragon groan, the blood dragon soared into the sky and passed through his body!

"Boom!"

After the deafening sound, only a shrill birdsong was heard.

Immediately, the black-feathered man exploded out of thin air, turning into dust in the sky.

It's like it never existed.

Beneath the ashes, a black feather slipped to the ground, along with some fluff and straw.

These things are ...... right now.

Mu Jiujiu looked at this scene in surprise, she turned her head, and Wen Yuan beside her also looked pensive.

……

Above the hills, under the fallen leaves.

A man in a plain robe stood still.

Wen Wugui raised his head and looked at the sky tree in front of him, he was extremely sure that the voice just now came from here.

This may be an ancient tree with wisdom.

But what happened in the Qingyuan small world, maybe anything.

The ancient tree in front of him didn't seem to like to talk, and after it asked him this, it stopped talking.

A strange feeling rose in Wen Wugui's heart.

Half-ringing, he said softly.

"Should I call you, Qingyuan Ancestor?"

……

The sky was getting darker.

The two walked in the night.

After the incident just now, the road behind was a little strange. They didn't encounter anything and it was a beautiful scenery all the way.

Mu Jiujiu felt as if she had heard the sound of the river, and she just wanted to speak, when she suddenly felt a chill on her forehead.

She reached out and touched it, and saw that it was crystal snow.

Look up.

Scattered snow fell from the sky.

For some reason, it was obviously golden autumn just now, but at this moment, it seems to be winter.

"There's something strange in this small Qingyun world." Wen Yuan looked up at the sky and said softly, "Are you cold?" ”

Mu Jiujiu shook his head.

She is not polite, her own skills are enough to keep out the cold.

And even though it's snowing, it doesn't seem to be very cold.

Mu Jiujiu felt that this was a bit like the artificial snowflakes of her world.

When she found out about it, she laughed again.

How can it be.

Ahead is a cliff, extremely steep and towering into the sky.

The sound of the river rushing below was heard.

Wen Yuan raised his head, the wind and snow stained his eyebrows, and his robe was in the wind.

The environment here is similar to the cliff where Wen Yuan is often alone in the Fuma Realm.

The moonlight shone on the sparkling water, and the wind carried a hint of snow coolness, but it was not so biting.

The view is good.

"Let's go up and have a look." Wen Yuan looked at the height and spoke.

"Okay." Mu Jiujiu replied.

She looked at the moon in the high place and thought to herself, admiring the moon here, it seems that there is still a bit of poetry.

The two came to the steep part of the cliff.

Mu Jiujiu relied on his current strength, and sat on the edge of the cliff without care.

"It's actually my favorite place to be."

Wen Yuan looked at the bright moon above the river and said softly behind her.

"You've been to the Qingyuan Small Realm before?" Mu Jiujiu was puzzled.

"Nope. I'm referring to a place in the Fuma realm, which has some similarities to the scenery here. ”

Wen Yuan said leisurely.

At that time, every time Qing Zhan couldn't find him, he came to the edge of this cliff to look for him.

There were always many lonely years in the past, and sometimes when I encountered some troubles, I always liked to find a secluded place, think about it alone, and be quiet.

Maybe it was the atmosphere around him, Wen Yuan remembered the past.

During those years in the Infernal Caves, they struggled to move forward in the dark.