Chen Jing slowly approached, constricting his whole body's breath. In front of the door of the room, there were two black-armored guards with separated limbs. Looking inside, there was a black box in the corner of the room, and a non-iron and non-wooden shelf was sitting horizontally, with some bottles and cans on it. The man, with his back to the door, was looking down through the box.

He seemed to feel Chen Jing's gaze, and suddenly turned around, and at the moment he turned around, a red light waved out from his hand, red light like a knife, silently splitting out, quiet and sudden, and the color was as bright as blood.

The sword in Chen Jing's hand flew out, and the sword body conjured up white light and pierced into the red light. The red light flew away like a spark. The man was extremely surprised, and when he was about to cast another spell, a white light had already pierced his throat, and his hand holding the spell immediately stopped, and the black sword pressed against his throat, and his face turned pale in the light of the sword. He already had sweat the size of a bean oozing from his forehead.

In the dark, Chen Jing slowly walked in from outside the door, he had seen this person, it was a monk with Ye Qingxue and Jiang Liuyun, as for the name, he didn't know.

"Where is my senior sister?" Chen Jing slowly came to the man, and the sword light reflected on his head, which was missing half of the skull, which was extremely terrifying.

The other party didn't make a sound, but his face turned paler. The sword pointed at his throat, the sword qi had already cut his skin, and the slightest trace of blood flowed down, Chen Jing looked at it carefully, it was red.

"Do you know me?" Chen Jing asked.

The other party still did not answer. Chen Jingwei frowned, he saw the horror in this person's eyes, and said in his heart: "Am I so terrible?" Doesn't he know me anymore? I also thought that all the black-armored soldiers I saw when I entered this city were faceless, but after I entered, I saw faces, speaks, and thoughts, as if it was a real world.

He wondered as he raised his hand to grasp the hilt of the sword, and he saw an even stronger fear in the man's eyes, and the other man's whole body trembled.

"Ah......h Red light rushed towards Chen Jing.

Chen Jing retreated, the sword walked with him, and a layer of white vortex had already been conjured up in front of him, and as soon as the red light entered the whirlpool of the Lost Sky Sword Dance, it was immediately shattered and turned into a little red light and scattered. In an instant, the entire room was illuminated, and in an instant, a white light flashed, and the blood in the man's throat rushed like a fountain into the void that was about to plunge into darkness.

Chen Jing was sure that this person didn't know him, and he was very afraid of himself. He thought in his heart, and an answer naturally emerged: "Could it be that he is really a person from this world, and they are really just extraterritorial heavenly demons who are transformed at will?" The thought in his mind that they might not recognize himself arose. ”

glanced at the room, there was nothing special, turned around and walked out of the room, chasing Ye Qingxue and them. However, he didn't have to go long when someone in front of him suddenly shouted, "What people." ”

Chen Jing didn't answer, but walked over directly, and a team of black-armored guards were watching coldly.

"Why don't you answer?" When the first person said with a grim face, his eyes glowed with red, which made Chen Jing think of the black-armored cavalry with red eyes when he was charging outside the city, but the person in front of him had a body. Obviously, he was the captain of this group of guards.

Chen Jing was about to answer, but his face suddenly changed, he looked into the darkness, and then said tightly: "Keep up." Without waiting for Chen Jing to answer, he was already heading in one direction first, and it seemed that he was not walking fast, but Chen Jing had to use spells to keep up. After turning and turning all the way, Chen Jing had already been unable to distinguish the direction, and people continued to join this team along the way. Chen Jing guessed that they were specifically trying to bring in the scattered guards.

There was a dead silence in the darkness, and no one spoke at all, except for the captain who was in charge.

The group gathered from a dozen people at the beginning to more than thirty people, and only Chen Jing was not wearing black armor. Although they all looked alive, Chen Jing felt that they were dead people, all of them lifeless.

At this time, Chen Jing found that this mansion was like an underground palace, I don't know how big it is, each room, the intricate passages, at a glance, are all the same.

I don't know how long I walked, but suddenly there was a spell popping sound in my ears. As well as the sound of sword chanting, lightning strikes, explosive shouting, and chanting spells came along the darkness, and Chen Jing couldn't tell which direction it was coming from. I secretly guessed in my heart that there was a formation in this, otherwise it would not be so big, and I would not be able to hear where the sound came from.

At this moment, several more people followed from other passages, and lined up at the back of the line. Among them, there was a person with clear eyebrows, smart eyes, and a small body, and he was actually a void spirit who entered Qin Guangcheng before Chen Jing. Under the flow of her eyes, she had already met Chen Jing's eyes. Chen Jing saw doubt in her eyes, followed by surprise.

When Chen Jing wanted to say something, she had already lowered her head, followed the team quietly, and never looked up at Chen Jing again.

The black-armored captain of the guard at the front suddenly turned into a room that was no different from any other normal room. But the leader at the front did not stop at all, and walked directly towards the black wall, which rippled like water. The captain of the guard disappeared, and the one behind him walked in one after another, and Chen Jing naturally followed in the middle, only to feel that his eyes were bright, and his eyes were full of dazzling magic light.

This is a huge hall, and the hall is full of figures and spells.

Chaos, endless chaos.

Spells, firelight, five elements of light, sword energy, thunder. Murderous. Blood and magic weapons are intertwined, and everyone seems to be messed up and crazy.

"Kill!" The black-armored guard chief coldly spit out a word, and everyone rushed forward silently.

Ye Qingxue is here, Jiang Liuyun is here, Chenghuang is here, and even Xiao Yulou and Wu Meng, who came in from behind, are here. The black-armored guards in the natural mansion with the largest number of people, but they didn't work together to eliminate the black-armored guards, although they were all surrounded by black-armored guards, but when they touched each other, they would attack each other.

Ye Qingxue was still eye-catching in the crowd, the thunder and lightning cast in her hand seemed to have life, and at this time, the thunder and lightning spells in her hand had changed again, no longer one after another, but like a silver snake writhing wildly in her hand, and like a silver whip, with a wave of her hand, the silver whip danced wildly, as long as it was stained with a silver whip, it immediately fell to the ground and turned into charred ashes.

Chen Jing naturally didn't rush forward, he was looking back at the void spirit, but she had disappeared without a trace.

After looking around for a while, they found that everyone was heading towards the table to the north, and the guards standing in front of them were all of high mana, not comparable to those in the square outside. So they were all surrounded in the middle, and they couldn't get close for a while.

Chen Jing's heart moved, and he also approached the table, wanting to see what was in a wooden box on the table, and his intuition told him that they were all heading for the contents of the box.

He carefully avoided their fight, leaning against the edge of the wall towards the table.

A large mountain appeared above the head of a man in front of him, and the mountain was treacherous. Chen Jing recognized him at a glance, because he was the one who was making things difficult for Chen Jing in the City God's Mansion. At that time, there were two, one of them was a white-haired old man, and the other was a middle-aged man who was the first under the white-haired old man, his eyes always seemed to be closed, he didn't care about anything, and he didn't seem to care about anyone. At that time, although Chen Jing only glanced at him, he remembered him deeply in his heart.

There was a sense of heaviness in his gestures. The invisible pressure around his body made it difficult for the besiegers to approach, and he did not have a magic weapon, only a pair of sleeves flicked, and the besiegers were annihilated by the wave of a robe and a sleeve.

Chen Jing restrained his breath to avoid him, but he suddenly sneered and waved his sleeve at Chen Jing.

No wind, silence.

Chen Jing didn't feel a trace of wind, but in his eyes, he seemed to see a mountain pressing down on him. The body is as if it is bound by air, and it is difficult to move. He suddenly understood in his heart why he didn't seem to move quickly, but those who were attacked by him had no power to resist.

The robe is gold-trimmed, and the sleeves are empty.

He sneered, seemingly with a wave of his hand, but it gave people the feeling that he could bring down a mountain.

Chen Jing didn't know the name of this person, let alone whether he recognized himself or not. In the blink of an eye, the Lost Sky Sword was already in his hand. He didn't use the sword as a god, but the sword was held in his hand, and the mana was infused. A stream of black water immediately surged from the sword body, and a sword stabbed out.

The sword looked unpretentious, just like the feeling of the flick of the sleeve. The same gods have all left their own divine land, but Chen Jing's mana is much higher than that of people of the same god position.

The sword pierced out, like a division of water. Under Chen Jingwang's divine method, the air that was almost condensed was pierced by the sword, and Chen Jing himself moved with the sword, and his whole body seemed to have no weight, like a cyan sword moving with the sword.

The other party was shocked, and the sleeves in his hands waved in front of him, and a pair of wide robe sleeves actually had a feeling that they could swallow everything. In his eyes, Chen Jing's sword suddenly burst open, like a black wood that had rotted away, and the wind blew down and turned into bits of black dust.

"Humph......"

The sleeves of the gold-rimmed coat suddenly spread out, swallowing the sky and the earth, and he actually wanted to collect the sword light like a little black dust under one sleeve. And the black dust debris seemed to be swallowed into the sleeve of his shirt without the slightest resistance, but at this moment he suddenly retreated, and the sleeve of his shirt was like a piece in an instant, accompanied by a rain of blood, and the broken clothes were like blood-stained butterflies that died in the wind and rain.

His bare arms were revealed from the shredded sleeves, and flesh foamed from his bones.

"Bai Weng ......" was hurried and frightened.

He suddenly shouted such a loud voice that the entire hall looked sideways even in the middle of the battle, because his cry was full of fear of death. However, when they looked over, they saw nothing but a black glow like dust in the sky.