Yan Chixia looked at the girl in front of her, her heart throbbed slightly, although he didn't know what Qing had experienced, but looking at the white silk tied to her head, Yan Chixia was going to tie Ning Caichen's head twice after she went back.

What does he think of Qing? What does it mean for Qing to be injured here? Did he take good care of Qing?

Yan Chixia felt that he was very angry, and he wanted to directly pick up that Ning Caichen and smoke it.

"Piff? You...... Did you find it here? ”

Qing's voice sounded a little weak, she looked at Yan Chixia in front of her a little blankly, and suddenly said this:

"Is there any wine?"

Yan Chixia was stunned for a long time, he slowed down for a long time before he seemed to suddenly wake up, and hurriedly took out a bottle of wine from his sleeve pocket and handed it to Qing in front of him.

"Here, this is the wine of Qiuxin Winery, it took me a lot of effort to get it."

Yan Chixia put the wine over, Qing over there took the wine directly, opened the lid, and took a sip, the hot feeling only poured down the throat into the stomach, and Qing felt that his whole body was warm.

Really comfortable.

She exhaled slightly, thinking.

Yan Chixia watched Qing drink the wine, and also breathed a sigh of relief—he relied on his fairy sword to travel all the way in time and space.

Originally, Yan Chixia really planned to break into the underworld with his own strength, although he was not sure to break into the underworld before, but after having the sword on this famous sword spectrum, Yan Chixia was completely sure that he would turn this underworld upside down.

But just before he could make a move, his sword suddenly gave him a hint.

"This sword comes with a space shuttle function, if you want to, you can shuttle in, according to the information I have before, this is the most reasonable, because if you do this, the government will not come to the door."

Yan Chixia knew that there were sword spirits, but that kind of sword was generally among the divine swords that would only be produced after getting along with the master for a long time and with the blessings of the psychic and the Great Dao. However, he didn't expect that this sword of his own actually had its own sword spirit......

However, thinking about Han Dangjia's amazing sword-making skills, it seems that no matter what function this sword has, it is not surprising.

So Yan Chixia adopted his "Sword Spirit" suggestion - he was not the kind of brainless reckless man, he naturally knew what would happen if he rushed over so directly. With such a good suggestion for a while, he naturally won't go straight to it.

Although he felt that the sword spoke a little strangely, as if it had no intelligence.

However, the newly-born sword spirit is undoubtedly a child, and he is quite good.

Then after indiscriminately teleporting a lot of positions and almost reaching the women's bath, Yan Chixia finally succeeded in getting to Qing's location.

It's not an easy thing to do......

Looking at the Qing in front of him, Yan Chixia swallowed his saliva, he opened his mouth, and said:

——

"Let's go."

——

That's what he wanted to say.

But he was only halfway there.

The roof of the room was blown up at once, and the wind howled and howled.

Yan Chixia directly raised his sword, his eyes widened, he stared at the sky over there, and saw an old man in poor clothes floating in the air.

The old man looked as if he hadn't taken care of it for years, his beard and hair were all scratched, and his clothes were like beggars, and many places were like that, as if he had just escaped from some dangerous place.

But the aura on her body was completely inattentive - it was like a monster crawling out of the wilderness, the bright red and bloody burst made people shudder, the old man looked about fifty or sixty years old, but his pupils looked like lightning, bursting with indescribable terrifying power.

Who the hell is this guy? Why is he here?

Yan Chixia's eyes were sharp, and he could clearly see that the pole in the underworld was rushing towards this side - looking at their expressions, it was probably that the old man had also broken in.

In fact, one of the reasons why Yan Chixia has always looked down on Ning Caichen is that this house is full of girls in the cardamom years - this whole is a Lori control, you say it's not!

But now it's not time to discuss whether Ning Caichen is Lolita or not.

Yan Chixia looked at the old man in the sky, and he could clearly feel the mountain-like sense of oppression emanating from this old man's body.

Yan Chixia is already a god-level person, and he is only higher than him in the Mahayana period - that dead Lori control Ning Caichen is in the Mahayana period, but Yan Chixia didn't feel such a terrifying coercion from that guy at all.

Although that dead lolicon was able to interrupt his flying sword with one blow, he had never given Ning Caichen such a feeling of powerlessness - it was a real sense of powerlessness, and Yan Chixia felt as if she would be killed if she didn't pay attention.

Could it be ...... This guy is ...... Immortals?

But isn't there only one immortal in the Three Thousand Worlds? Isn't it just that white is an immortal? Didn't the remaining powerhouses at the peak of the Mahayana period either be beheaded in vain or bombarded by starships?

Wait a minute...... If there really is anyone left who has not been killed, then ......

Yan Chixia couldn't think about it.

Immortal-level monsters can set off a bloody storm no matter where they are, and in the most intuitive example, immortal-level monsters can single-handedly brush medium-level starships without preparation, and if they go head-to-head, basically no one can beat him in terms of individual strength.

If the immortals were really ready, then even if they dispatched the wreckage fleet, they would have to pay a lot of money to destroy it.

Why is such a guy here?

The old man floating in the sky lowered his gaze, and his gaze directly focused on Qing, who was still a little confused over there, and his dry mouth slowly opened.

"Found it."

A low, hoarse voice came out of his throat, it didn't look like a human word—Yan Chixia could hear from it that it seemed to come from a human world.

His target is Xiaoqing? Why? Xiaoqing is just an ordinary woman in the world, why is this guy looking for her?

It may seem illogical, but now is not the time to care about it.

Yan Chixia suddenly blocked in front of Xiao Qing, raised her sword horizontally, and a crimson flame burned around him, and the surging energy was constantly circulating around him, trying to gain a little space under this coercion.

He planned to rely on the leap and run away with Qing.

The old man looked at Yan Chixia and narrowed his eyes.

"Interesting."

The explosion exploded.