He Zichuan flew all the way with the girl in his arms, and the speed was amazing, and the two of them passed through the three main halls one after another, heading towards the center of the entire Heavenly Hades Temple.

"Not far ahead, there is the teleportation circle of the Hades Palace, as long as you pass through that magic circle, you can reach the Hades Palace, but just now I searched for the soul of the white-haired old man, his memory is quite jealous of the teleportation array, it seems that there is a very powerful formation guarding there, let's be more careful for a while, you remember not to touch anything." He Zichuan took the trouble to explain to the girl, and they fell on a high platform at this time, and under the steps was another palace complex.

He Zichuan felt that this place was not quite different from the rest of the Heavenly Hades Temple, and he couldn't say what the difference was, but out of his innate fear of the unknown, he unconsciously raised his vigilance.

The girl followed He Zichuan down the stairs from the high platform and walked into a long corridor, she looked around curiously, the corridor was roofless, no more than seven or eight feet wide, and there were dense guard statues on both sides, these statues were dressed in armor and blades, lifelike, when the girl saw them, she always had a feeling in her heart that they might come to life at any time.

It was eerily quiet, except for the footsteps of the two of them. For some reason, He Zichuan, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped, and the girl who was following him closely couldn't react and almost hit him.

"What's wrong?" the girl asked suspiciously, as she walked around to He Zichuan's side.

He Zichuan frowned, and said to the girl: "You keep walking forward, wait for me in front of the main hall, if I haven't come over after the time of a stick of incense, you hide in the main hall, remember not to touch the things in the main hall." ”

He Zichuan said decisively, and the girl's heart suddenly became up and down, and she asked nervously, "Is someone catching up?" Are they very powerful?"

He Zichuan nodded and said lightly: "Someone has caught up, there is only one person, and it is not in the way." ”

The girl rolled her eyes, shook her head, and said, "You lie to people, if there is only one person, how can you let me go first?" There must be many people, you are obviously afraid that you will not be able to protect me, right?"

He Zichuan was silent for a moment and said, "I didn't lie to you, there is indeed only one person, but he is very strong, and I will be distracted if you are here." ”

The girl heard that only one person was at ease in her heart, but when she heard He Zichuan say that the person was very strong, she couldn't help but be even more worried, she was afraid that He Zichuan would really be distracted by herself, so she hurriedly nodded and said: "Okay, I'll go over now, be careful yourself, run if you can't beat it, don't be reckless." ”

He Zichuan glanced at the girl deeply and nodded heavily. The girl smiled, but tears slowly overflowed in her eyes, and she turned her head and ran in the direction of the palace complex, shouting as she ran: "I can take care of myself, don't worry about me." After speaking, his pace quickened, as if as long as he took a slow step, he might bring a little more danger to He Zichuan.

A trace of regret flashed on He Zichuan's face, and he murmured: "Silly girl, I'm useless, I can't protect you." As he spoke, he flicked his wrist and grasped a long sword, the same sword that had been snatched from the hands of the monks just now. With the long sword in his hand, He Zichuan's whole momentum suddenly changed, and there was no longer any joy or anger on his face.

A moment later, a blue light flew towards the ground, several times faster than when He Zichuan flew by with the girl in his arms. Qingguang entered the corridor, and saw He Zichuan standing alone with a sword from a distance, and couldn't help but let out a soft "Huh?", and the light was gone, revealing a purple-robed monk who looked extremely young.

The purple-robed monk has phoenix eyes and a small nose, red lips and white teeth, and a neatly combed bun, looking quite delicate and handsome, and his expression is extraordinary. He held an arm-thick brush in his hand, which was shining and full of aura, and it was obviously an extraordinary product. The purple-robed monk was surprised when he saw He Zichuan holding his sword with his eyes closed, with a determined expression, so he asked, "Why didn't you escape?" As long as you hide in the formation in front of you, this seat may not dare to chase after you. ”

In fact, if he could choose, of course He Zichuan also wanted to escape into the magic circle, but even the transformation realm cultivator did not dare to chase into the magic circle, if he and the girl rashly entered it, what would be the result, he did not dare to imagine. For the sake of today's plan, he can only try his best to deal with the other party, take the opportunity to lead the other party away, if he is lucky, he can get away with the pursuit, he can find a way to return here to meet the girl.

He Zichuan thought so in his heart, but said lightly: "Stepping into that magic circle is to hand over your life to God, and I can't trust God anymore." ”

The purple-robed monk was stunned for a moment, and said, "Is my life up to me? In that case, why don't you just come with me? Maybe you can save your life. ”

He Zichuan shook his head coldly and said, "Leaving with you is handing over my life to you, compared to God, I can't trust you!"

The purple-robed monk nodded slightly and asked, "Is that not going to work?"

The corners of He Zichuan's mouth grinned, and he said with a smile: "Then please advise!" As he spoke, his body moved, and the long sword in his hand was divided into two, one was held by him, and the other was quietly hidden in the void.

"What a speed!" The purple-robed monk showed a look of surprise, and with a stroke of the brush in his hand, he wrote a slow word in the air, and the air around him suddenly tightened, as if it had turned into a quagmire. He Zichuan's body flickered rapidly, as if he was dancing in quicksand, every movement became very difficult, and his speed immediately slowed down.

He Zichuan clenched his white teeth, used all his mana, shook the long sword, and the sword immediately erupted several zhang long, he held the hilt of the sword with both hands, as if it was a dancing knife, and slashed it with all his strength, and a cyan sword light slashed out like a round of crescent moon, tearing through this quagmire in an instant, and slashing towards the purple-robed monk with a fierce momentum.

The purple-robed monk chuckled, made a circle in the air, and wrote a broken word in mid-air, and as soon as the broken word was written, it gradually melted into the void, and the sword light that slashed straight through it shattered like a mirror without warning.

The smile on the purple-robed monk's face had not yet dissipated, and he found that He Zichuan had disappeared from the place, his face changed and he immediately jumped forward a few feet, and where he was standing, a long sword stabbed out obliquely, and after the long sword, He Zichuan's figure slowly emerged. Seeing that a sword was useless, He Zichuan's figure immediately turned into a breeze and disappeared again.

And the purple-robed monk's face was pale, and only then did he gradually let go of his contempt, he made a move with one hand, held the brush, and wrote hard in the air, writing down the three words "present", "lock", and "punishment" in a row.

As these three words slowly melted into the void, He Zichuan, who was incarnated as a breeze, inexplicably appeared in shape, and then the vitality of heaven and earth condensed into substance, forming three cyan chains and winding towards him, the chains seemed to be maggots of tarsal bones, no matter how He Zichuan dodged, he bit tightly, as long as there was a chain wrapped around He Zichuan, the other two immediately followed, locking He Zichuan firmly in the air. Immediately after that, a golden thunderbolt fell from the sky and slashed fiercely at the top of He Zichuan's head.

He Zichuan's heart was full, a red flame rose on his body, and the chains formed by the condensation of the heavenly and earthly vitality immediately burned and melted, taking advantage of the slight loosening of the chains, He Zichuan turned into a breeze and disappeared again, at this moment, the rolling golden thunder had already hit, and there was a loud "boom", blowing up a big hole on the ground. More than ten zhang away, He Zichuan stumbled into shape, and blood overflowed from his mouth and nose. If Fang had been struck by the lightning that day, he would have been seriously injured if he didn't die.

Seeing that the blow did not work, the purple-robed monk felt great regret, and immediately raised his pen again, and continued to wield. However, at this moment, a long sword silently slashed from behind him, and the purple-robed monk was shocked, and subconsciously raised the brush in his hand to block it, but he felt that the long sword was like an illusion, passing through the brush in his hand without hindrance and stabbing towards his heart.

After all, the purple-robed monk was a real transformation realm monk, and he was extremely experienced in fighting people, and between the lightning and flint, he felt that something was wrong, and immediately retreated, and the long sword grazed the sleeve of his right arm and quickly slashed, leaving a shallow scar on his left leg.

Before the purple-robed monk could think carefully about what was going on, He Zichuan, who was holding the long sword, had already killed him in front of him, forcing him to fly back again. He Zichuan and the long sword chased after each other, and it seemed that the two sword masters were fighting with the purple-robed monk, and the cultivation of these two masters was only a line away from the transformation realm, which made the purple-robed monk who was not very good at hand-to-hand combat very headache.

Exhausted to deal with it, the purple-robed monk finally revealed a flaw, He Zichuan slashed with his horizontal sword, shot out a sword ray, and then rose up with the sword, sealing the opponent's retreat. The purple-robed monk used the pen as a hammer, smashed it in the air, smashed the sword to pieces, and then staggered over, dangerously let He Zichuan stab a sword obliquely, but just when he wanted to fight back, there was a sword flying on its own, when the air stabbed in, the purple-robed monk could not avoid it, so he had to block it again, and the long sword was like a phantom again, passing through the brush and slashing on his left shoulder, the left shoulder did not seem to show any scars, but his right arm was broken off at the shoulder, flying high, and a stream of blood suddenly spilled out. The purple-robed monk screamed in pain, and before he could escape, his head was cut off by the sword of He Zichuan, who attacked later.

"How can it be so easy?" He Zichuan looked at the purple-robed monk in a different place, and there was a wave of doubt in his heart. Sure enough, more than ten zhang away from him, the purple-robed monk reappeared, and the corpse that had fallen to death "banged" and turned into a charm and spontaneously combusted.

The purple-robed monk's face was pale, as if he had consumed a lot, and his light-hearted expression had long since disappeared, replaced by a face full of anger. He held the brush, stared at He Zichuan, and laughed angrily: "Okay, good, I didn't expect you to have such a strange swordsmanship, it seems that the previous juniors planted in your hands are not wronged." Over the years, you were the first Saint Realm monk to force me to use the Dao Realm. ”

After speaking, the purple-robed monk waved his brush, and the brush automatically jumped into the air, drawing back and forth. In less than a moment, a huge scroll of paintings began to take shape from under that brushstroke, like a dark cloud, covering the sky and the sun, as if to envelop the whole world. Suddenly, He Zichuan only felt a flower in front of him, and he appeared in a world with mountains and rivers, beautiful mountains and rivers, he was surprised, so he heard the voice of the purple-robed monk say: "This is the Taoist realm of this seat, the wonderful landscape map, here I am a god!"

As soon as the words fell, a huge brush suddenly appeared in the sky, and the brush was randomly outlined in the sky, and a bird of prey with a size of dozens of zhang jumped out and pounced fiercely on He Zichuan.