"Damn, what the hell is that...... white-clothed eighth-order martial artist's eyes narrowed into a line, staring at the black air flow in Qianqiu's hand, he felt the sadness of the silence before death on that black air flow, and at the same time, it was accompanied by an evil life-seeking abyss call. Ethereal, fearful, silent, desperate, and death-like complex feelings surfaced in the minds of the two eighth-order martial artists, and they couldn't help but stand on end.

"This fifth-order martial artist has some evil sects, let's act together and take him down......" The eighth-order martial artist in white gave a hint to another eighth-order martial artist, and the eighth-order martial artist in yellow certainly understood, and neither of them could grasp Qianqiu's strength, so they didn't dare to take it lightly.

And Qianqiu looked at the black air flow that was constantly leaking out of his body for a while, and he also felt inexplicably wonderful, and there seemed to be another terrifying power surging in his body, as if it was going to erode his bloodline dantian, wandering freely in his body, completely out of his control.

The two eighth-order martial artists released their own power at the same time, and two powerful pressures descended on Qianqiu's body, wanting to suppress the bloodlines on Qianqiu's body, making Qianqiu feel weak and unable to exert his strength.

It's strange to say, after Qianqiu's power was suppressed, the power that surged in Qianqiu's body became even stronger, and a black air flow gradually spread to Qianqiu's entire body, and at this time, Qianqiu's body was filled with a terrifying aura.

The two eighth-order martial artists were dumbfounded for a moment, this fifth-order martial artist was under the coercion of the two eighth-order martial artists, and he actually released a power that was even better than before, as if he was completely unsuppressed by their power, which was really intriguing.

"This fifth-order martial artist is playing tricks, don't be deceived by his appearance, let's go to the ...... together" The eighth-order martial artist in yellow refused to believe that a fifth-order martial artist would have such a powerful aura, and blindly deceived himself.

"Kill ......" The white-clothed eighth-order martial artist moved, and appeared directly in front of Qianqiu, with a palm in the air, the violent power blew Qianqiu's face painfully, and another yellow-clothed eighth-order martial artist went around behind Qianqiu, and the same domineering palm went straight to Qianqiu's back, and the two powerful forces sandwiched Qianqiu, not giving Qianqiu a chance to resist at all.

Chiaki felt an aura of danger, both of which were beyond his own ability to resist, and if he was hit directly, he might be able to kill Chiaki. But Chiaki didn't dodge, because at this time, Chiaki felt as if a more powerful force was awakening in her blood, which was extremely terrifying, making Chiaki wonder if she was capable of harnessing this power.

The two attacks were close at hand, and the two eighth-order martial artists both showed a sneer, as if they had seen the fate of Qianqiu's body in a different place. Inadvertently, Qianqiu's clear and translucent eyes unexpectedly opened as if there was ink, and a pair of eyes became pitch black and deep, and black air currents swam all over Qianqiu's body.

"Ah......" The power of the great shore surged endlessly in Qianqiu's body, Qianqiu looked up to the sky and roared angrily, releasing this mysterious and terrifying power, and in an instant, the black air flow exploded on Qianqiu's body, and the powerful qi wave collided with the two attacks that came from the killing, and the attacks of the two eighth-order martial artists were disintegrated in an instant, and the black air flow filled the entire space.

"Kill ......" Qianqiu slapped a palm at the white-clothed eighth-order martial artist in front of him, and a huge black palm shadow appeared in the air, weird and domineering. "Peng ......" The white-clothed eighth-order martial artist was directly hit by the black palm shadow, and the whole person flew backwards like a kite with a broken string for several miles, hitting the mountain heavily, spitting out a mouthful of blood, completely powerless to parry.

Seeing that the situation had changed, another yellow-clothed eighth-order martial artist immediately ran towards the woods with his tail between his legs, and Qianqiu's hand slapped out towards the depths of the woods without control, and the black palm shadow seemed to be wandering in the void, as fast as the extreme. The yellow-clothed eighth-order martial artist felt as if he had been hit by a boulder behind him, and the backbone of his back was about to be shattered, and the whole person rolled forward several big heels, blood gushed out of his mouth, and he fell to the ground and convulsed a few times, the breath of life was meager, and it was estimated that the five and six organs were shattered, and he almost died.

Qianqiu looked at the black air flow gushing out of his palm, this power was too violent and completely out of his control. Thinking of Chi You who had fallen into the devil before, he smiled at the mountains and rivers, and became angry and bloody. Domineering is rampant, is this the power of the ancient inheritance? It's so terrifying, Qianqiu can't help but be afraid for a while.

Qianqiu didn't have the heart to fall in love with the two eighth-order martial artists who fell to the ground, and left directly, walking in an extremely hurry, like a lost lamb scurrying in the woods. In the end, he settled in a cave, and Chiaki sat up directly in the cave with his eyes closed, at this time Chiaki's body was almost covered by a black air current, and Chiaki sensed that this inherited power was about to dominate his body.

......

On the other hand, on a steep cliff inside the Trial Tower, three ninth-order martial artists with internal breath were closely watching the movements in the trial tower, as if they were looking for something, when a seventh-order martial artist quickly approached the three ninth-order martial artists.

One of the ninth-order martial artists turned his back to the seventh-order martial artist and said coldly, "Has the person we were looking for found it?"

The seventh-order martial artist's body shook suddenly, and he said timidly: "Yet, there is no ...... yet"

At this time, a fierce ninth-order coercion landed directly on the seventh-order martial artist, and that person suddenly felt almost suffocated.

"Your Excellency, please spare your life, but we found a man who said he knew his whereabouts."

"Bring that person up,......" the ninth-order martial artist withdrew his coercion and said lightly.

"Yes......" The seventh-order martial artist let out a long breath, and a cold sweat was already breaking out behind him

At this time, a ragged ninth-order martial artist walked up slowly, this ninth-order martial artist had messy hair and a hideous bloody mouth on his chest, which looked quite embarrassed, but the most eye-catching person was covered with golden scale armor, as if he was wearing a golden armor.

"Hmph~, I thought it would be who it was? It turned out to be you......" A ninth-order martial artist on the high cliff said lightly to the visitor, with a bit of condescending contempt in his tone.

"Being able to create such a big formation in the trial tower, I think there is probably no other choice in this trial tower except for the people under the Night Rakshasa banner!" The injured ninth-order martial artist covered in golden scale armor frowned slightly, obviously very unhappy with the tone of the ninth-order martial artist who spoke to him, but he still flattered him.

It turned out that the three ninth-order martial artists standing on the edge of the high cliff were actually people under the banner of the Night Rakshasa , and in the trial tower, they had already shocked more than thirty martial artists of different classes to work for them, and it could be said that their eyes were all over the trial tower.

"Do you know who we're looking for?" said one of the Night Rakshasa people coldly.

"Qianqiu ......" The injured ninth-order martial artist gritted his teeth with hatred, if Qianqiu was present, he would definitely be able to recognize this injured ninth-order martial artist at a glance, this person was - Long Shao!!