Slowly raise your steps and land on the first stone steps, then on the second stone steps, and on the third... The fourth block...

There was a dazzling light in front of him, Jing Chuan subconsciously raised his arm to protect his eyes, and after a while, he slowly put it down and opened his eyes. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's still that familiar space, under the blue sky, people are fascinated, the waterfall that flows straight down in the distance, the birds flying freely in the air, the hare playing in the grass, Jingchuan can't help but take a deep breath, it's exactly the same as the last time he came in...

"Look at that!"

Aofeng pointed ahead, a black-robed man was walking in the direction of the waterfall, it was Qingyan!

Didn't Qingzhu say that all the environments here are the same, and the degree of imprinting is the same, where is she going?

Carefully following behind Qingyan, the latter walked straight to the bottom of the waterfall, and the sound of 'booming' water in his ears made Jing Chuan swallow and shrink his neck.

Just stayed for a while, Qingyan walked to the bottom of the waterfall, it stands to reason that the huge impact of the water flow can hit her body to pieces in an instant, but the moment she touches the water, it disappears!

"What!"

Jingchuan exclaimed, ran in front of the waterfall in a few steps, and the green smoke actually disappeared out of thin air?

After taking a deep breath, Jingchuan also tried to touch the flowing water of the waterfall like green smoke, and he felt a soreness in his body, a blur of consciousness, and the light in front of him became dark.

When it returns to normal, the space in front of me is like a cave, looking inside, there is an everlasting lamp on the wall every short distance, the environment is very clean and refreshing, even behind the waterfall, there is not a trace of dampness, and there is not even a single weed on the wall.

Saying... Is there such a strange place behind the waterfall?

Just here... How does it feel...

Suddenly, Jing Chuan's pupils shrank, and he exclaimed, "Master!

"That's right, it's the graveyard in the Forest of Evil Words!"

Taking a deep breath, the dim light passage in front of me didn't know where it leads, how could this place be connected to that cemetery, that cemetery should be far away from Qingyun Sect...

Sticking to the wall and walking cautiously inside, a cloud of black suddenly appeared in front of him, Jing Chuan picked it up and took a look, isn't this the black robe that Qingyan wore on his body, how could it be lost here? Could something have happened?

After taking a few steps forward, the black hood was also thrown on the ground, Jingchuan's heart tightened, and he couldn't help but speed up his pace to catch up.

I don't know how long I walked, but I felt that this passage was much longer than the one in the cemetery, and the dim light began to slowly brighten, and I didn't walk long before a huge clearing appeared in front of me.

Empty, silent, cold, eerie...

"Are you here again...?"

Like an ancient voice that has been silent for thousands of years, with powerlessness in the vicissitudes of life, it echoes for a long time in this empty and huge clearing.

Jingchuan's body shook, and he quickly hid behind a rock, did he find himself? Impossible, he was very careful, what kind of place is this? Is it still the magical world of sealing...

I looked around carefully several times and didn't see anyone appear.

"It's... I need strength!"

A woman's voice, sad, angry, and full of longing, faded from the green smoke of the black robe and black hood, the seductive pale red long skirt covering the body, the charming and gentle back, and the flowing long hair that hung down to the waist, Jing Chuan suddenly remembered Qingzhu's words, very beautiful and beautiful...

If you just look at the back, it's really fascinating, but why does she want to dress up like that.

Jing Chuan breathed a long sigh of relief, thinking that he had found out, but he immediately frowned again, Senior Sister Qingyan... Are you talking to 'him'? Can Senior Sister Qingyan see 'him'?

The ancient voice sounded again, "Hehe, you are already the strength of the first rank of the God Emperor Rank, do you really need strength?"

Jing Chuan was taken aback! What! Senior Sister Qingyan is actually a God Emperor level strength... It's horrible...

"It's not enough! There is still a gap between me and him, I have to be completely sure to kill him!"

Qingyan's voice began to tremble, Jing Chuan obviously saw that the former even shook his body a little, who was that 'he', who would be so hated by Senior Sister Qingyan?

Is it someone from the Heavenly Wind Academy? Could it be unintentional?! If it's really him... Even if it is the strength of the God Emperor level, I am afraid that the gap in soul power will not be able to make up for it...

After being silent for a long time, the voice slowly sounded, "I can give you strength, but you must know that the 'quality' in your body is already in a state of aging, if you forcibly increase your strength like this, I am afraid that your lifespan will not last more than two years!"

Jing Chuan's eyes carefully captured every inch of space, where did this voice come from, and why could he only see Qingyan alone.

"Master, do you feel that something is wrong, who is that voice doing ghosts?"

......

Aofeng didn't speak, and Jingchuan didn't feel the movement of Aofeng in his body, what the hell, could it be that Aofeng fell asleep at this time?

"I know... As long as I can kill him... Even if I only have one day to live, I'm willing..."

Jing Chuan scratched his head in the dark for a while, he couldn't understand a word of what Senior Sister Qingyan said, what was the situation here! Master didn't know where to go at this critical time, who could answer himself!

"Hmm... So in that case... I'll satisfy you!"

There was a hint of excitement in the ancient voice, and then I saw a slight black mist begin to appear around Qingyan's body.

"Don't! Don't listen to him! Get out of there!"

A figure flashed beside Qing Yan, reaching out to pull out the green smoke in the black mist, but was bounced back and flew far away, and then a mouthful of blood spurted out, covering his chest and slumping on the ground.

Jing Chuan's pupils shrank, it was actually the senior brother? Why did he come here, who hit him just now?

"Qingyi!"

Qingyan turned around, ran out of the space wrapped in black fog and ran to Qing Yi's side, reaching out to help Qing Yi who fell to the ground.

Jingchuan in the dark, after seeing Qingyan's face clearly, only felt a surge of qi and blood in his chest, his face also changed, and his brain was a little dizzy.

There are two long knife marks on the left and right, the withered and loose facial muscles are like tree bark, full of wrinkles, just like an old lady who is over seventy or eighty years old, but the neck is very white and tender, which does not match the face at all, only the big watery eyes are full of aura, if you only look at the back, look at the neck, look at the eyes, how to look at it is a little bigger than the green bamboo, the same age as the flower... But how could this be...

"Green smoke... You know it's going to drain your life, let it go, I love you no matter what you are!"

Qing Yi grabbed Qingyan's arms, choked up, and his eyes were full of tears.

Qingyan pushed Qing Yi away, stood up with a painful look on his face, and also slipped tears, closed his eyes and said, "You go, don't care about me, I'm alive... You have to kill him!"

Jingchuan didn't dare to come out, and watched quietly with bated breath, this green smoke... What the hell is going on...

It may be that if you have been leaning on the rock wall for too long, it is inevitable that the stones will loosen, and there will be a crisp sound of "pop", even if it is a small stone, in this quiet and empty environment, there are bursts of echoing sounds.

Qingyan's eyes lit up, and he appeared in front of Jing Chuan with a shake, and at the same time, the condensed seal qi in his hand pressed against the young man's throat.