Yue Tianhan finished wiping the table and went to get a long-handled broom to clean the cobwebs on the beams. Yue Shenchen coughed lightly, got up from the chair tremblingly, and walked over to help him.

The air returned to silence, a somewhat devouring boredom. Poinsettia Mei's face froze, and he couldn't help but think about many things in his heart.

"By the way, you say...... Plundering the heavy light? As if in a trance for a long time, he suddenly looked up and asked.

Yue Tianhan stood on the stacked chairs, slowly sweeping every corner of the roof. Listening to Poinsettia's question, he bowed his head and replied, "Yes, I met him, but he said that he was informed by Su Bezhi that he would first go and get the immortal weapon that had been built." ”

Poinsettia Plum slowly turned her gaze away, thinking that this "immortal divine weapon" should be a weapon made of a small piece of Heartlake meteorite.

"If he can go to the lower realm, the Nine Shadows will naturally have one more fierce rival." Poinsettia Plum's eyes were empty, and she seemed to be absent-minded, "It's just ......"

At this point, he didn't go any further.

Yue Tianhan was listening, but after waiting for a while, he didn't hear him speak again, so he asked, "Just what?" ”

"No...... It's nothing. Poinsettia Plum shook her head and simply closed her eyes.

…………

The ruins of the Qiongtian Temple are lifeless at the moment.

The blood rain did not disperse, as if it had become a chronic disease of the earth, and it continued to dripble with the color of blood and tears.

No one cares, weeds are withered. Not to mention the scenery in early autumn, it feels very solemn and bleak.

The pillar of heaven not far away still firmly supports the distance between the vast heaven and earth. Stratus clouds obscured the light of the pillars, and under the color of blood, the nether heavens were like wastelands abandoned by light, and they were all over the place.

And at this moment, a person slowly stepped into the distance.

The blood and rain were dashing, and he walked through it, his steps were steady, but he seemed to be carrying very sad and indignant. The common people are innocent, full of impermanence, and buried in exile.

Dressed in a brown robe, although it is not dazzling, it has a warm breath. Like a long day reappearing, the candle dragon swims away, and the momentum is good.

The jade plate on the waist, only to see the three characters lined up, majestic and impressive. The inside of the Xuanhui flashed with golden light, which was particularly bright.

The one who came was the Golden Remnant Dawn and Heavy Ming.

Even if he took the sword first, his speed did not delay, and he rushed to the Nether Heaven in the starry night. I never thought that this place had become so full of holes and blood haze, like a picture of purgatory on earth.

Walking slowly, his gaze kept looking down at the ruins beneath his feet.

This is the former Qiongtian Temple, the former Nether Heavenly Pivot. But he never thought that at this moment, the light of the nether sky was extinguished, the agent was nowhere to be seen, and everything fell into disorder.

"How so?"

He walked through the ruins and looked back, still filled with righteous indignation.

At the beginning, when the Three Realms screamed, he hadn't left immediately, thinking that the calamity had not yet come. But he never thought that after he actually arrived, he really realized the brutality of this catastrophe.

The rain of blood soaked through his clothes, and droplets of water slid down the corners of his clothes in strings. He stood in place, the green tendons on the back of his hands bulging.

After a long time, he slowly exhaled a breath of heat: "What the Nether Heaven suffers today will become the tomorrow of all the evil obstacles. ”

Turning his head, he didn't delay any longer, intending to move forward immediately.

But at the moment he turned his head, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the depth of the blood mist, and there seemed to be a red spot in the middle of the air.

"Huh?" Sweeping Chongming noticed something was wrong, facing the rain of blood, squinting and looking closely.

And the moment he saw it clearly, the "spot" in the hidden blood mist began to move slowly.

But he saw it clearly. That's not a spot...... It's a person! A man dressed in red and holding a bloody umbrella!

Like a wandering dead soul, the floating man slowly swam in the blood mist, looking like a puppet manipulated by an invisible hand. Plunder Chongming's heart was shocked, and he immediately gathered his true qi and jumped into the air.

However, the red-clothed parachute was more than ten feet higher than the mid-air that Plunder Chongming could reach. The air was thin, but the floating mist of blood lingered around the man, like a clump of hair.

"Who are you?" He stared at the man and asked in a loud voice.

The man had already seen the heavy light, but still did not answer.

His nails were blood-red, and he looked like sharp eyebrows. Because of holding the handle of the umbrella, the blood-red nails were stuck in the flesh of the palm, but he didn't see any pain.

From him, there was a strange and wonderful aura emanating from him, and there was no anger from the living. Plunder Chongming also felt unusual, no longer asked, and stared at him coldly.

The two were high in the air and confronted each other.

The rain of blood flowed down his umbrella of blood, like a gushing spring, gurgling down the world.

His eyes were white, and his black pupils were very small. But he still lowered his head and looked very carefully at the world at his feet, but that look was like a child bored looking at a toy.

He was worried that he would suddenly make a move, but he still didn't leave an inch.

The red-clothed umbrella man has been swimming slowly, and he has been following slowly. When he got out of the realm of Qiongtian Temple, the blood rain stopped, but he still didn't accept the blood umbrella, as if the handle of the umbrella had been glued to his shoulder.

"Why...... You have to come along. ”

Suddenly, a sentence came out of his mouth. With the black smoke coming out, the dry sound, like a coffin from Huangquan, made people feel uncomfortable.

Plunder Chongming was stunned, and the red-clothed umbrella man was already miles away, only the size of a speck.

"Hugh away!" Realizing that something was wrong, he immediately jumped in, cast his magic out of thin air, and chased after him in the air.

The red-clad parachute moves at such a fast speed that it is like a hurricane. Plunder Chongming is also not lagging behind, and under the full mention of Yuan Gong, he has been able to follow him steadily.

In the blink of an eye, the mountains and rivers under their feet had changed several times, but the red-clothed umbrella man and the plunder Chongming showed no signs of stopping. The two of them rode through the clouds and mist, as fast as thunder, like flowing clouds and heavenly horses, wandering among the blood and mist.

"Are you...... Master. The red-clothed umbrella guest didn't look back, and said with a stiff face.

The voice seemed to be a frozen letter to them, and the red-clothed umbrellaman dropped the words, and in a blink of an eye, he arrived at the place where the words fell.

"Stop, or have a chance to talk." His words were cold, and looking at the opponent in front of him, he did not let down his vigilance.

But the red-clad umbrella man no longer answered. He didn't expect his answer, and the two were silent again, but their feet were fast, but they didn't stop at all.

…………

Two days after the Nine Devils attacked Shuangqian Town, all parties lurked under the water, calculating with each other.

And at this moment, in the Jiukun Lingque, the purple flame is dim and spitting flames, swaying an unclear figure.

Ghost Xiao Changyuan sat alone on the throne, staring coldly, looking at the murals on the wall over and over again, his fingertips twitching slightly, and his mind was uncertain.

Other than that, there was no movement.