Just as the flame giant blade was about to be cut down, a blue glimmer suddenly appeared around He Zichuan. The shimmer of light formed ripples and spread outward, shattering the ice that had condensed at several of his important joints in an instant. Then the ripples formed a bubble that gently lifted him up and lifted him away from the range of quicksand.

After the Holy Emperor was broken through two Dao techniques in a row, the long-overdue deadly flame giant blade finally slashed at the bubble. Surprisingly, the seemingly menacing flame blade seemed to be poured with a basin of cold water as soon as it came into contact with the bubbles, and after flickering a few times, it disappeared with a wail, not even causing a ripple.

The Holy Emperor's eyes froze, and he wondered: "It's the law of space, how can there be such a strong law of space?"

He Zichuan, who breathed a sigh of relief, showed a look of ecstasy, and laughed: "If there is no backhand, how can the juniors dare to deal with the Holy Emperor?"

Ignoring He Zichuan's joy, the Holy Emperor pondered for a moment, and then said as if questioning, as if he were talking to himself: "You have activated the teleportation power of the Heavenly Dome Secret Realm? No, under my nose, you can't have this kind of opportunity!"

He Zichuan's figure gradually blurred, and he was sure that he was definitely out of danger this time, so he no longer concealed it, and reminded: "Holy Emperor, aren't you surprised, after the three of us were attacked by you, why did only the juniors show up alone to deal with you?"

The Holy Emperor was one of the people with the highest comprehension in the world, and as soon as he was reminded by He Zichuan, he immediately figured out the joints in it, and suddenly realized: "It turns out that you have refined the token that opened the secret realm of the heavenly dome, and then let the demon maiden of the demon palace take it to find the entrance to the secret realm of the heavenly dome." Once she successfully activates the token, you can all be directly teleported into it by the power of the formation of the Heavenly Dome Secret Realm. It's no wonder that the level of this spatial law is so high that even my Dao technique can't affect it in the slightest. ”

He Zichuan didn't have the luxury of expecting his little tricks to be able to hide from a top master like the Holy Emperor all the time, at this time, his goal was achieved, and his heart swept away the haze of the past few days, and he was very happy. However, when he saw the Holy Emperor, who was determined to kill him, after learning that he was about to fail, he did not show any disappointment, but looked very calm, He Zichuan chuckled in his heart and became uneasy.

The Holy Emperor seemed to see He Zichuan's uneasiness, and said with a smile: "You don't naively think that you can escape from the palm of my hand with this little trick, right?"

The power of the space around He Zichuan was great, and the teleportation formation gradually became clear, and he could be teleported to the Heavenly Dome Secret Realm at any time. Hearing the Holy Emperor's words close to mocking, his uneasiness was even greater, as if he had something to miss, but he couldn't think of it for a while, and his heart was suddenly shocked and empty, but he sneered on his face: "Holy Emperor, although you have cultivated to the world, it is impossible for you to fight against the Heavenly Dome Secret Realm, and now that I am about to be teleported, what means can you keep me?"

The Holy Emperor showed a strange smile and said calmly: "Of course I don't have the means to leave you behind, but I might as well tell you that I am more than this incarnation, are you so sure, there are no other incarnations of me by the side of the Demon Palace Demon Maiden?"

As soon as the Holy Emperor's words fell, He Zichuan felt that the blue light in front of him was flourishing, and countless stars were swarming in, scrambling to drill into his field of vision, and a whirling feeling of rolling came continuously, and the huge oppressive force made his bones creak, and the negative effects that followed were much more powerful than the farthest teleportation array he had ever used.

But He Zichuan didn't have time to pay attention to these, his mind was now full of the Holy Emperor's last words, after a short battle, he had a deep understanding of the strength of the Holy Emperor's incarnation, if there were really one or more incarnations following Mo Yan, then their situation would be very dangerous.

The teleportation only lasted less than half a moment, but He Zichuan felt that it was longer than 10,000 years. As soon as the power of the teleportation law disappeared, he couldn't wait to release all his divine thoughts to wrap around him, regardless of the many discomforts in his body.

The strong aura and strong sense of oppression around him made him completely sure that he had indeed entered the secret realm of the heavenly dome now, and as far as his eyes could see, there was a vast forest, and in the center of the forest was a huge circular carved dragon altar with a diameter of dozens of zhang, and in the center of the altar was a beautiful girl in a red dress, holding a woman horizontally, and she was sitting quite miserably.

"Mo Yan!" He Zichuan recognized the woman in the red dress at a glance as Mo Yan, and he was overjoyed in his heart, and he crossed hundreds of zhang with one step in the air and came directly to her side.

"Who?...... Xiao Qi, it's you!" Mo Yan found that someone was close and instinctively wanted to strike first, but when he saw that it was He Zichuan, his eyes suddenly turned red and he threw himself into his arms.

He Zichuan stroked Mo Yan's weak and boneless back, felt her slight trembling, and comforted: "It's okay, I'm here, it's okay." ”

Mo Yan nodded heavily in He Zichuan's arms, and said sadly: "I thought you wouldn't come." ”

He Zichuan smiled: "How come, I promised you, I will definitely work hard to do it." ”

"But, he's the Holy Emperor!" Mo Yan raised his head and stared at his red eyes, as if he wanted to rub He Zichuan into his heart.

He Zichuan smiled and said, "Even if it is the Holy Emperor, he is also a monk, he will also have negligence, and he is not invincible. ”

Mo Yan suddenly smiled, and his demeanor was overwhelming. She looked at He Zichuan, who was full of confidence, and said very seriously: "Xiao Qi, I think you have changed, and you are becoming more and more like my father back then. ”

He Zichuan's heart sank, and after thinking about it carefully, he found that in just a few months, he did have a lot of changes, he didn't know whether this change was good or bad, and where it would lead him, but it was certain that as long as it was a change, it would bring inexplicable unease, and He Zichuan was not exempt from vulgarity.

He didn't want Mo Yan to see his weakness again, so he changed the topic and said, "Are you still going well this way?" While speaking, his divine thoughts have been firmly controlling the area within a radius of dozens of miles, and he is deeply afraid that the Holy Emperor really has an incarnation lurking nearby.

Mo Yan shook his head and said, "With you to lead away the Holy Emperor, my journey has been very smooth, but it's just ...... It's just that Qianqian may not be able to hold on. Saying that, Mo Yan gently broke free from He Zichuan's embrace, and once again hugged Mu Qianqian, who was already unconscious, into her arms, her eyes were misty.

He Zichuan was silent, the weak and the strong in the immortal cultivation world, countless monks fell every day, and he may not have had a particularly deep understanding before, but in the past few months, the most important people around him have left him one after another, making him truly appreciate the coldness and cruelty. Thinking of Mo Yan with a large number of people, entering the extreme north like a mountain tour, and even having a first-class master like the Heavenly Demon King to escort her, it should have been a smooth journey, but she didn't expect that in the end, she was left alone in danger. This is how things in the world are created and tricked.

He Zichuan suddenly felt that the world in front of him seemed to be a vicious beast, its nature might be so cold, it was just that it usually wore a warm coat, and once it touched its core, it would reveal its hideous true face. Being in this world, if you want to achieve something, no, if you want to live in peace, you need to have an equally hard and cold heart.

He didn't know how to open his mouth to comfort Mo Yan, but he saw that Mo Yan suddenly took off the hairpin on his head. Mo Yan's face is bright and unparalleled, and people often ignore that she is actually plain and unadorned. All she could have on her body was a simple red dress and a seemingly ordinary wooden hairpin.

As Mo Yan's white jade-like hand took off the hairpin, the waist-length green silk hung down like mercury. She rubbed the hairpin in her hand, as if she was playing with her favorite utensil. Just when He Zichuan was puzzled, Mo Yan suddenly clenched the hairpin, like clenching a dagger, and stabbed it into Mu Qianqian's heart.

"Ahh ”

He Zichuan said incredulously: "Right now, we are in the secret realm of the Heavenly Dome, and there is no second person around, whose house do you let her take?" As long as her physical body is destroyed, the primordial spirit will either gradually dissipate, or turn into a powerful ghost, and she will no longer be able to enter reincarnation." What's more, the Heavenly Dome Secret Realm is full of dangers, if she encounters a demonic beast that likes to devour the primordial gods, wouldn't it be worse than falling directly?"

Mo Yan shook his head with a wry smile and said, "So I used this hairpin, it's called Yu Qingsi." Don't look at it as mediocre, but it is a treasure that can store the original god, although the original god will continue to weaken when it enters the Yuqing silk, but with the strength of Qianqian's original spirit, it can last for at least thirty years, as long as I can get out of danger and find a suitable body for her within thirty years, I can let her be reborn. ”

When He Zichuan heard this, he was surprised in his heart, the materials that can store the Yuan Shen are all natural treasures, and they are priceless, He Zichuan has never heard of it before, but he didn't expect that Mo Yan's hairpin, which seemed to be a random selection on the stall, was actually such a treasure.

Seeing that although Mu Qianqian's body fell, the Yuan Shen really turned into a white trickle and plunged into Yu Qingsi, he was surprised and asked suspiciously: "In that case, why didn't you take away his Yuan Shen when Senior Cen fell?"

Mo Yan's expression darkened, and he said sadly: "Uncle Cen has fought repeatedly, and the Yuan Shen has already run out of oil, let alone put him into Yuqingsi, even if you want to leave the body for a while, you can't do it." Even if I were lucky enough to forcibly put him into the treasure, it would only hasten his collapse. What's more, there will be a great hidden danger after all if the Yuan Shen has no body, and Yu Qingsi is only used as a last resort, and it will never be used until it is forced to do so. Mo Yan said as she pulled up a bun at random and inserted Yu Qingsi back into her head.

He Zichuan sighed in his heart, he didn't know how to speak, and he didn't want Mo Yan to be uncomfortable anymore, so he simply stopped answering.

At this time, he was worried about the incarnation of the Holy Emperor and did not want to stay here for a long time. Suddenly remembered Huang Lanxi's parting explanation, and took out a wooden box with his right hand, which was Huang Lanxi's family heirloom.

"What's the use of this thing?" He Zichuan looked at the wooden box and muttered in his heart.

At this moment, a spatial crack suddenly opened on the side of the two of them without warning, and a palm quickly poked out from it, and as soon as the palm appeared, it attracted the power of heaven and earth that destroyed the world and slapped it fiercely towards He Zichuan.

The palm came so fast, so suddenly, that the two of them were defenseless and didn't have time to dodge. Between the lightning and flint, the pupils of Mo Yan's eyes shrank, and almost subconsciously moved three inches horizontally, just in front of He Zichuan. Although He Zichuan had an epiphany, and accidentally practiced the Nameless Sword Technique, his combat power increased greatly, but after all, he was only a cultivator in the early stage of the Holy Realm, and his perception and reaction were worse than Mo Yan's, and when he reacted, he only had time to subconsciously open the wooden box in his hand, but he couldn't stop Mo Yan from blocking the fatal blow for himself.

Time seemed to be slowly frozen, and in He Zichuan's field of vision, everything seemed to be in slow motion, including himself. He wanted to move, but his body slowed down to almost a standstill, giving him the illusion that he was like a puppet.

He watched as the fatal palm pressed on Mo Yan's back little by little, and the huge force sent her body out of a circle of ripples, Mo Yan's eyes slowly opened violently, and slowly spurted out a mouthful of blood. Immediately after that, a soft white light bloomed from the wooden box that gradually opened to the largest, and the powerful power of the law gushed out, wrapping him and Mo Yan, the power of the law was like a sharp sword, cutting off the palm that was still attached to Mo Yan's back without hindrance, and then forming a teleportation circle around the two of them. Then came the discomfort of teleportation......

All of this that was extremely slow in He Zichuan's field of vision was actually only half a breath, and the white light appeared in an instant, and then disappeared in an instant, along with He Zichuan and Mo Yan, there was also no trace.

A figure leaped out of the spatial rift, his left hand snapped at the wrist, and layers of new flesh grew wildly, and in less than two breaths it was back to its original state.

That figure was seven or eight points similar to the incarnation of the Holy Emperor who intercepted He Zichuan, but the momentum on his body that looked at the world and the spiritual pressure that seemed to crush everything were not comparable to that incarnation. In this way, the person who came was not any incarnation of the Holy Emperor, but the essence of his newly escaped predicament.

The Holy Emperor glanced lightly at the place where the two had disappeared, revealing a strange smile, and then the five fingers of his right hand were slightly curved, and he casually tore open a spatial rift, burrowed into it, and disappeared.

In another space, the white light gradually dissipated, and He Zichuan couldn't care about the spinning of the world, his hands quickly stepped forward, and hugged a soft body. It's Moyan...... He Zichuan's heart was a little relieved. But when he could see, his face suddenly turned pale.

Mo Yan's eyes in his arms were violently opened, his mouth was slightly open, his seven orifices were bleeding, the meridians in his body were broken, his mana was overflowing, and his heartbeat and pulse were completely gone, and he was obviously dead.

He Zichuan suddenly became hot, and his ears were buzzing, as if he had left his body. He took off the Yuqing silk inserted in Mo Yan's head, and suddenly injected mana into it, swaying back and forth on Mo Yan's body, the Yuqing silk was faintly clouded, but there was no reaction on Mo Yan's corpse, and it seemed that even the Yuan Shen had completely collapsed.

He Zichuan was like a thunderbolt, his brain was blank, and he seemed to be a walking corpse in a trance, only knowing that he kept injecting mana into Yu Qingsi, and then took this life-saving straw and dangled back and forth on Mo Yan's corpse in vain, like a lost child panicking and stubbornly looking for his way home.

At this moment, in the East China Sea, thousands of miles away, in an abyss under the Endless Black Ocean, a gorgeous and huge sarcophagus suddenly exploded, and the entire Endless Black Ocean suddenly fell into a monstrous wave, as if it was a once-in-a-millennium storm passing through. In the ruins of the coffin, a dry hand reached out, grabbed a section of the rock wall and pulled it hard, pulling out a whole dried corpse.

"Yes...... Who...... Dare...... Kill ...... My daughter!" The dry corpse's eyes were full of furious flames, and he roared wildly, and the entire East China Sea was immediately enveloped by a terrifying will, and countless ferocious demonic beasts in the deep sea, no matter how big or small, hid in their nests, trembling.

And the whole body of the dried corpse quickly filled up at a speed visible to the naked eye, but it turned into a majestic middle-aged man in a black robe in a dozen breaths. He exhaled a breath of turbidity, and several fish and shrimp that were a little closer were immediately poisoned and died. The middle-aged man made a legal decision, closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, then suddenly opened his eyes suddenly, and said angrily: "It's actually you! I'm going to kill you!"

With that, he smashed the space headlong, burrowed into the chasm, and vanished. And all the fierce beasts in the East China Sea were still uneasy and didn't dare to move a little, and everyone in the entire Demon Palace was even more frightened and stunned.

On the top of the golden roof, the green-shirted young man who was holding the turtle shell for divination was suddenly stunned, and the turtle shell in his hand was torn apart with a "bang", and the copper coins inside were scattered all over the ground. Jin Zun in front of him suddenly showed a solemn expression, and said faintly: "It turns out that it is really ...... The world is in chaos......".

The green-shirted young man sighed, shook his head and said, "It's not that the world is in chaos, but that Shura is about to be born......

Somewhere in the far north, on a small lake with a vast smoke, in the thick fog, a small fishing boat slowly rippled with the waves. The man in white, who was closing his eyes and recuperating, suddenly opened his eyes suddenly, and said in surprise: "It's coming, it's coming, it's finally time to start!" His old woman-like face seemed to be dozens of years younger, and a flying look instantly crawled all over his cheeks.

In an unnamed mountain col, the old man with a medicine basket on his back frowned, looked in the direction of Fanhua Valley, sighed slightly, and continued to walk deeper into the col.