The Heavenly Emperor and the True Martial God Monarch looked at Cangluo at the same time, their eyes were full of worry, and they were afraid that he would not be able to help but make a move.

Just now, the three of them could see very clearly that the muddy old man didn't seem to be the same as before. One after another, many old mud men slammed into the barrier, but soon reverted to their original shape, bounced up, and disappeared into the yellow sand.

But in the time of a breath, the impact sound was as dense as a torrential rain, and all kinds of screams came and went, and the excitement was undisguised. It seems that for them, it is an.

Although Cangluo's expression did not change, his eyes deepened, and the Heavenly Emperor's gaze fell on the Traceless Stone in his hand, I don't know if I should ask for the Traceless Stone back first?

"Cangluo Divine Venerable, this is the catastrophe of Cangming Divine Venerable, and outsiders are not allowed to interfere. Shen Tu said hurriedly, and the Heavenly Emperor immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Cangluo glanced at him, and after just one glance at Shen Tu, he began to regret his recklessness, and lowered his head stupidly, although he was annoyed in his heart, he didn't dare to say more.

The Emperor of Heaven was very happy to see him deflated, but at this time he still chose to be on the same front as him, and only listened to him: "No one can have two chances to become a god, and it is not easy to wait until Cangming is reincarnated, if she can't grasp it well, there will be no next time." ”

The words were more unpleasant than what the True Martial God Monarch said, but when it came to the vicissitudes of his heart, his hands tightened suddenly, and a trace of crack appeared when he ascended the Traceless Stone, and the Heavenly Emperor's heart rose to his throat, and he tried to hold it so as not to let himself lose his temper.

Cangluo's gaze was always staring at the enchantment, and his calm face made it impossible to know what he was thinking.

His spiritual sense had already penetrated into it, but it was soon captured by an aura full of anger, expelling his spiritual sense. He knew that this was the aura of Cangming.

His heart couldn't help but tremble, is this kind of Cangming still the same as the Cangming in his memory?

The Cangming, who is always as warm as jade, smiling and groaning, makes people feel at ease at first sight, when has there been such a sharp atmosphere?

This is not the power of breaking, he is very sure, this is the current Cangming.

After Han Qingge forced out the vicissitudes of spiritual sense, an empty door was revealed in front of him, and taking advantage of this gap, at least five of them rushed over, they all looked like Uncle Mei, but their skills were above him. These five Uncle Mei pointed at her dantian with a sword at the same time, Han Qingge's eyes were sharp, and he didn't dodge or dodge, but swept up with a sword.

As soon as her sword touched their sword, Han Qingge felt a burst of stickiness coming from the opponent's sword, and she was slightly startled, this was not there just now, when would they do this trick again?

But now there is no time for her to think about it again, she is not even in the mood to think about it, there is only one thought left in her mind, what is the hell with Ju Yiran?

In other words, which one is the real one?

Is it the one that disappeared, or is it the one that came out later?

She couldn't figure it out, but she knew that she seemed to have been deceived, and the rising anger and breaking power were intertwined, and the tyrannical aura suddenly increased.

This made the barrier of the Immortal Transformation Courtyard quickly broken by her layer by layer, and if the last layer was not for the vicissitudes of the three of them, even if they were infused with spiritual power, they would have been afraid that they would have been lost.

The two Uncle Mei's swords sucked Han Qingge's sword, and the rest of the people took the opportunity to attack them, the Han Qingge in their eyes was dull and slow, although they had miraculous power, they couldn't use it freely, how long could they last with brute force alone?

All Uncle Mei had a greedy look in his eyes, as long as he killed her, he could seize her power!

They keenly felt that this was the power of the god monarch level, as long as they had this power, let alone this lower realm, even if they wanted to hit the upper realm, why not plunder the power of those immortal old men above?

As soon as they thought of this, they became even more motivated, and when they saw that the other three swords were about to stab Han Qingge Dantian. Her original dantian position became a hand. A hand with five fingers spread out, slightly rough.

Without waiting for them to reflect, the five fingers of this hand were held together, and the three swords were suddenly grasped in his hand, and a chill instantly went from the sword to the bottom of Uncle Mei's heart. Fear rose sharply, but their destruction came faster than their fears, and in an instant they were gone.

Han Qingge's eyes raised, and the other two Yan were startled when they met her gaze, and they quickly reacted and quickly withdrew their swords and retreated.

They retreated quickly, Han Qingge chased faster, and even their hands didn't have time to remove from their swords, so they could only hold the hilt of their swords and quickly retreat. It looked as if Han Qingge was pushing them away.

But this situation did not last long, and soon more obscurities came up, and the dense ones were not clear at all. Han Qingge seemed to be invisible, chasing the two in front of him wholeheartedly.

These two obscure hearts were in a hurry, how their companion had just died, they could see it clearly, and they understood that as long as they stopped, they would definitely have the same fate as them.

"Hurry up, stop her!" the one on the left shouted, and the smugness and arrogance in his voice had long since disappeared.

"What are you anxious about? You're dead and we're still here, hehehe. "I don't know who is behind me.

The two were even more anxious, they saw so many of them following behind them, but they were not in a hurry and did not have the slightest intention of stepping forward to help, and they suddenly became timid.

But if they change places, they will do the same, and the fewer people who divide this power, the better.

Soon, they didn't have time to be afraid, and Han Qingge pushed them all the way to the edge of the barrier, and they could vaguely see the three people standing above through the yellow sand.

Her heart was full of anger, and the power of breaking came out at will, and the sword qi was like substance, the light flashed, dazzling and soul-grabbing, and she quickly clicked twice, and immediately destroyed these two obscure under the sword.

The two were gone, and the only thing standing in front of her and Cangluo was the almost transparent barrier.

At this moment, her body trembled, and she looked up at the familiar face and stood still. But although the face is familiar, the eyes are very unfamiliar.

Cangluo saw that the self in her eyes gradually became clearer, and the two of them were separated by the enchantment as if one was in the water and the other was on the shore.

"Who are you?" asked Han Qingge.

"I am the vicissitudes. ”

"You are the vicissitudes of life, who am I?"

"You're naturally a vicissitude. ”

"I'm Cangming, who is Han Qingge?

Cangluo sighed, lowered his eyes, and said, "When you get through this calamity, I'll tell you." ”

Han Qingge opened her mouth and closed it, and behind her, countless swords, countless Uncle Mei had already attacked. The death of their companion stimulated their nature, and they decided to fight with Han Qingge if nothing else but to survive.

Han Qingge still looked at the vicissitudes above like a stone carving, as if he was unaware of the danger behind him.

Cangluo's hand couldn't help but clench again, he knew very well how many swords there were here, and he also knew very well what the result would be if so many swords pierced into Han Qingge's body.

But he couldn't help, let alone help.

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