The gray sky is like a fishing net overlapping ten thousand layers, looking very filthy, blood is spilled in the clouds from time to time, accompanied by a terrible cry that stops abruptly, which makes people creepy; This is chaos, a place where everything comes together, where there is no peace, where there is no war, where they fight for fear and eventually die in chaos and become part of chaos.

Xia Han split a wolf demon in half with a sword, and the splashed blood did not get her a glance; The light of the Qinghua Sword was unprecedentedly dim, and if you looked closely, you could see the fine cracks on the sword's body, as if it had been pierced by a sharp weapon awl. There were constant roars and fearful and unwilling cries behind him, Xia Han's heart was horizontal, and he almost turned into a green shadow shuttling between the demons: Hurry up, hurry up!

Suddenly, there was a moment of silence behind the woman, followed by a muffled sound from Peng, this sound was not loud, but it made all the melee spirits in this area stop, Xia Han clearly saw the extreme fear in their eyes, the Qinghua sword swung over the fox demon who was blocking the way, and those narrow eyes reflected the huge figure behind Xia Han and the blood rain in the sky!

A chill quickly spread from the back of his neck to his whole body, thinking of the big mouth that could devour everything, Xia Han's hand holding the Qinghua Sword tightened, but it loosened again.

There is no escape. Thinking so in her heart, she tugged at the corners of her lips, not knowing whether it was self-deprecation or regret, and gently closed her eyes. The fishy smell of the gluttonous mouth drifted by the wind, and at that moment, all kinds flashed in Xia Han's heart, but in the end it was frozen in a black ......

With the wind came not the pain of being strangled, a cold hand grabbed her wrist, Xia Han opened her eyes in shock, looking at the man in front of her who should not have appeared here, and lost her voice for a while. The black witch glanced at the gluttony behind her faintly, grabbing her hand like a steel claw, Xia Han only felt a strong force, and an indifferent "grasp" floated in her ears, she subconsciously held the person's wrist, the black witch lowered her eyes slightly, pursed her lips, and grabbed Xia Han and flew forward.

A faint black aura wrapped around Xia Han's body, and all the spirits didn't seem to be able to see them, the short silver-white hair fluttered in the wind, and for some reason, a long-haired figure completely coincided with the person in front of him......

"Are you crazy?"

"I'll take you away. ”

"I'm a demon, with me, you will never be able to cultivate immortals!"

"That's ...... Don't fix it. ”

Under the gray sky, between the blood and rain, the man in black clung to the woman in green clothes behind him, as if he was helping each other for no reason, and like a reunion after a long absence.

Ghost caves.

Stepping into this black light curtain, all the fighting was left behind, the black witch let go of Xia Han's hand, and just as he was about to speak, the beauty in green clothes in front of him collapsed on the ground, frightening him to raise his eyelids......; The black witch nodded, turned around and took out a small bottle of elixir from the small hole in the rock wall, and threw it to Xia Han.

The woman was a little surprised when she took the bottle, so she heard the man say lightly: "The medicine that can help you recover is not poisonous." ”

This person is used to speaking concisely, Xia Han shook his head with a smile, poured out a grain and swallowed it in his mouth. Although he didn't have much contact, this person acted fairly well, and he said that if he is not poisonous, he will naturally not be poisonous. Seeing that the woman in Tsing Yi ate without a trace of hesitation, the black witch raised her eyebrows: "You're not afraid?"

"What are you afraid of?" Xia Han raised his eyes and looked at it, his eyes were a little playful: "If you want me to die, I'll die a long time ago, are you afraid that it will be useful?"

The black witch tugged at the corners of his lips and said no more. This girl lives transparently, and it is good to be transparent, saving a lot of troubles.

A slightly capitalized hole in the rock wall burned with a cloud of turquoise flames, just like the one in the Black Witch Cave, Xia Han looked at the spirits killed outside the black light curtain, and asked curiously, "Why don't they seem to see here? This is an enchantment?"

"It's an enchantment left by a ghost. The Black Witch replied, pulling a cone-shaped artifact from his sleeve. Last time, I was pressed against the neck by this magic weapon, this time I can see it clearly, Xia Han rubbed it to the side of the black witch little by little, only to see that the magic weapon is similar to a cone, the whole body is dark purple, and the hollow is engraved with complex patterns, when the internal force is injected, it will be as transparent as an amethyst, and the color of the black witch's eyes is the same; Xia Han was studying Huan, who was studying the magic weapon, but when she raised her head, she met the black witch's gaze, those eyes looked indifferent, but if you looked closely, she could see a trace of helplessness;

A small transparent round bottle floated from the sleeve of the man in black, and a few rays of red light could be seen colliding in it: "Get out of the way." ”

Xia Han pursed his lips and moved back a little. Seeing that she was moving those places and not moving much, the black witch frowned slightly, looking a little impatient; Xia Han saw him frowning, knowing that he was in the way, his face was slightly red, and he was about to rub back with his hand on the ground, but the man reached out and hugged her-"Huh?"

The faint smell of blood and the smell of slightly bitter herbs lingered on the tip of the man's nose, Xia Han was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously grabbed the placket of his clothes; the black witch glanced at her hand lightly, and the hand holding her tightened, as if he was threatened by something, but he ignored it, and put her on the other side of the narrow cave with Xia Han in his arms. Xia Han moved subconsciously, and saw the man frowning slightly impatiently: "Don't move." ”

The woman in Tsing Yi withdrew her hand, and there were still red marks on the palm of her hand—she had just patted the stone on it. Seeing that she looked like she didn't dare to ask, like a little squirrel looking at the pine cone next to the tiger's nest, the black witch felt inexplicably amused, and before he could react, he had already hooked the corners of his lips: it was a smile that was different from the occasional sneer or two and sarcastic hooked lips, at that moment, Xia Han felt for the first time that he was standing in front of him a person with feelings.

However, the smile was short-lived, and the black witch immediately regained his indifferent appearance, picked up the soul awl again, and opened the small round bottle. The sharp roar almost pierced the eardrums, and the resentment and residual spiritual power of the demon remnant soul swept the entire cave in an instant, Xia Han covered his ears tightly against the rock wall, and his eyes were tightly closed until all this came to an abrupt end-

"Alright. The man's faint voice came, Xia Han patted the dust and gravel on his head, and looked at the black witch like a cat being tricked miserably, the man just glanced at her and looked away, his voice was still cold: "Ask." ”

Xia Han was seen through his thoughts, coughed twice in embarrassment, and asked, "What kind of place is this? Why are you here? What is in your hand? What is in the bottle? How is this place-"

"Can't get out. The black witch replied very simply, he gently shook the soul cone in his hand, placed it in the flames, and sat down opposite Xia Han. The two of them were about five meters apart, and they heard the dumb voice of the man in black resounding in the cave: "This is chaos. In the chaos, there are spirits who have been exiled, those who have strayed, those who have been calculated, and those who have voluntarily entered, and fighting to the death is their only goal. This enchantment was left by a ghost immortal, and the ghost immortal could freely shuttle through the Three Realms without restraint, and this place was also the place he used to cultivate. ”

"In that case, there must be an exit, why can't you say it?"

The black witch raised his eyelids and looked at the woman in green with a smile: "Chaos has no exit, but it can cut through cracks. The flames of my cave are connected here, so I can go back and forth, what about you? You think I'm going to take you out?"

"I ......" Xia Han was speechless for a while, looked at the damaged Qinghua Sword, and then looked at his blood-stained dark red clothes, and pursed his lips. The black witch was right, she didn't have the means to split the cracks, she didn't have the means to teleport, and the third ...... She wouldn't ask for a cult cultivator either. Inexplicably irritable in her heart, Xia Han's pretty face was condensed with a layer of frost, she lowered her eyes, and looked at the blue and dim Qinghua Sword, as if her heart was also cracked.

Since Xia Han first saw Qinghua Sword when she was three years old, it has always been by her side and has never left. I heard that this sword was obtained by a master of the Xia family when he subdued the demon, and no one could use it for a hundred years, but it regained its brilliance when Xia Han approached. Since then, the Qinghua Sword has only made all demons cold in Xia Han's hands, and Xia Han can only be truly called the 'Qinglian Immortal' only when he holds the Qinghua Sword, which has been accompanied for more than 20 years, for Xia Han, he has long been a sword like a relative. It had protected her so many times, but she had not been able to protect it......

The woman in green clothes leaned against the rock wall, and her fingers stroked the cracks of the Qinghua Sword in her arms over and over again, even though it was so small, it seemed to be carved very deeply. The black witch looked at Xia Han, her long hair was scattered, her eyes were a little distracted, but her expression was as cold as ice, like a remnant lotus beaten by the autumn rain, and there was a sense of anger in addition to the sorrow. He looked away and looked at the soul cone that shimmered with demonic purple light in the flames, and there seemed to be a light in his eyes. The man glanced back at Xia Han again, lowered his eyes for a moment, and stood up.

"I'll see. A man's low voice sounded in his ears, Xia Han glanced at him and didn't speak. She is the right way, he is the evil way, it is normal for her to treat him coldly, but the black witch's heart stings inexplicably. Why? Because wasn't she afraid of him before?

Seeing that the man did not leave, Xia Han didn't know whether it was to himself or to him, and muttered: "It's just that I said those words last time, and you don't want to say a word more?" The black witch was stunned for a moment, and realized that she was talking about the carrier pigeon last time, although he was angry at that time, but the past has passed. The white-haired man shook his head and stretched out his hand, which was a pale cyan stone in his hand: "This is a thousand-year-old bamboo demon's inner dan, maybe it will be useful." ”

Seeing Xia Han frowning, the black witch lowered his eyes and looked at her differently, but his hand trembled slightly: "I got it unintentionally." The woman in Tsing Yi looked at Na Neidan, felt the tremor coming from the Qinghua Sword, and smiled slightly: "You owe me a favor?"

The woman's tone was a little self-deprecating, and the black witch's throat moved, and finally she didn't say anything, just nodded: "Hmm." ”

"Thank you. Xia Han took the Nanedan and pressed it directly on the Qinghua Sword, which looked as hard as a stone, but slowly softened under Xia Han's immortal power, and finally turned into a diamond-shaped gem embedded in the Qinghua Sword. Qingguang wandered on the body of the sword, and Xia Han looked at the long sword that was rejuvenated, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking up at the black witch, the man was smiling, polite and detached, three points elegant and seven points light, people couldn't help but lose their minds slightly: "Thank you, I will leave when I recover, don't bother much." ”

The black witch was stunned for a moment, watching the woman in green clothes shrink into the corner of the wall and hold the sword to sleep, the words hesitated on her lips for a long time, but still said: "I don't hold grudges, I just often have a dream." ”

Xia Han opened her eyes, only to see that the person's eyelashes were lowered, and the hole was dim, she couldn't see his expression clearly, but she inexplicably felt that he was struggling. A dream, why struggle? Xia Han couldn't figure it out. She was waiting for the black witch to continue, but the black witch was waiting for Xia Han's response, and after waiting for a long time, neither of them had to speak, their eyes were facing each other, as if the throbbing of the depths of their souls, and the black witch took a step back abruptly-

"You ......" Xia Han thought what was wrong with him, and saw that the man clenched his fists, and his voice returned to coldness: "I am different from you, meeting is your life and death, there is nothing to say." You righteous monks regard me as a thorn in your side, Miss Xia should not get too close to me, so as not to be involved. ”

Xia Han suddenly smiled, stared at him tightly, and didn't let him go: "Then how do you know that I didn't pretend to approach you, but actually wanted to kill you?"

"Aren't you afraid that I'll eat you?"

"Don't be afraid. ”

"Why?"

"Because you're different. ”

The white-haired man raised his eyes, the corners of his lips smiled faintly, but there was a hint of desolation when he looked closely: "I know, you are different." ”