Zhang Xiaofan's back disappeared into the darkness.

This time, Jin Bei'er didn't follow, because she saw Zhang Xiaofan's pain.

Jin Bei'er is a very smart girl, she already knows from Zhang Xiaofan's performance that it was her who this stupid boy saw in the ancient well that day.

She can understand Zhang Xiaofan's refusal, and she has enough patience to wait slowly.

But what she didn't understand was why Zhang Xiaofan showed such a painful look.

Even if the good and the devil are not separated, it will not be so painful, as if they are afraid that if they are not careful, they will destroy her.

"What the hell is he hiding?"

In the beautiful face of Jin Bei'er, there is no longer the slightest charm of a Hehuan woman, only infinite sadness remains.

She can feel Zhang Xiaofan's concern for herself, the more she is like this, the more she wants to know the truth, that stupid boy's painful expression must be something that makes him very embarrassed, she wants to share it for Zhang Xiaofan.

No matter how painful it is, no matter how much it costs, she is willing to bear it.

……

Late at night, the moon hangs high.

At the foot of a mountain in Liubo Mountain, the Ghost King, the Poison God, and Yuyangzi were gathering together to discuss tonight's major events.

Behind the three of them, followed by the disciples of the Ghost King Sect, the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, and the Immortal Hall, the number of which exceeded a thousand.

The poison god and Yuyangzi are both scheming people, and they know that the Hehuan faction dares to tell the world and give up the belief of the Holy Mother of the Ming King, they must have some confidence.

So in this battle, they are well prepared.

The combat power of the thousands of disciples of the Three Sects, if the surprise attack in the middle of the night goes well, may be able to settle the battle in one battle.

It's just that the three of them discussed, and suddenly, in the night sky in the distance, a signal exploded.

"Isn't that a signal from the Hehuan faction?"

The poison god's face was puzzled, today's action was discussed by the three of them, and it was not until half an hour before the action was given the order.

Even if the Hehuan faction had planted spies in their respective sects, it would have been impossible to know about tonight's actions.

Between the Poison God and Yu Yangzi, the Ghost King's figure suddenly retreated, and he laughed loudly:

"Poison God, Yuyangzi, Wan's acting skills in the past two days, are you okay?"

As soon as the words fell, a large number of disciples of the Hehuan Sect suddenly appeared, surrounding the place one by one.

These Hehuan sect disciples had already arrived here, waiting for them to fall into the net.

And many disciples of the Ghost King Sect cooperated with the disciples of the Hehuan Sect at the first time to block the retreat of all the people in the Ten Thousand Poison Sect and the Immortal Hall.

The two of them, Poison God and Yuyangzi, their faces changed greatly.

Even though they have experienced countless ups and downs in their lives, they never thought that the Ghost King would actually betray them and stand on the side of the Hehuan faction!

"Ghost King, you dare to betray the Holy Mother of the Ming King!"

Yu Yangzi scolded angrily, he glanced around, and found that every corner had been surrounded by water, and there was no other way than to break through head-on.

However, a graceful and gorgeous figure gradually emerged in the darkness, and the flattery that reversed all beings in the manners, even if it was Yuyangzi and the Poison God, they needed all their strength to resist.

They expected that Mrs. Sanmiao's Dao would make great progress, but they didn't expect to step into such a level, and in this battle, they were afraid that there would be more and less luck!

"Brother Ghost King, you make it clear, what the hell is going on?"

The poison god pretended to be calm and said, he couldn't figure out the situation now, he couldn't figure it out, now that the Barbarian Temple was planning to intervene, why did this ghost king dare to betray the Holy Sect and join the Hehuan Sect, wasn't he afraid?

"I'm just doing what I'm told." The Ghost King laughed.

"On orders? On whose orders? The poison god frowned, he didn't believe in the words of the ghost king, with the talent of the ghost king, he would definitely not be willing to be subservient to others, even if it was impossible to serve the Hehuan faction, let alone submit to another person.

"Of course, on my orders."

An indifferent voice appeared from the sky, a man in a white robe, standing in mid-air at some point, and there were many masters present, but no one noticed it.

"See the Old Gods!"

The Ghost King, Sanmiao, Qinglong, Youji, all of them knelt down at the first time.

The disciples of the Hehuan Sect and the Ghost King Sect who originally surrounded this place also knelt on the ground respectfully, as if there were no enemies left.

The poison god stared at the Dugu Sword in the sky and said:

"In this world, how can there be an ancient god, if you want to use this method to scare me, I advise you to save it......"

"Since you think there are no ancient gods in the world, then give me back my arm." Dugu Jian looked at the side of the poison god and said.

“！？”

The poison god suddenly felt a huge force erupt from his side, it was the container he had been carrying with him to seal the remnants of the ancient god!

He wanted to stop the explosion of the power in it, but the power was too strong for him to stop at all.

The container exploded, and an arm flew into the sky, landing on Dugu Jian's left arm, and after a burst of squirming, it was connected to Dugu Jian's body.

Boom!

An astonishing wave of energy, centered on the Dugu Sword, spread to the surroundings, like the mighty sky, like the endless sea.

The two of them, Poison God and Yuyangzi, instinctively knelt down.

Countless disciples of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect and the Immortal Hall also knelt down in accordance with their instincts.

This power has been transmitted to dozens of miles away, to Qingyunmen, to the wilderness in the north, and to the 100,000 mountains in the south.

Up to nine days, down to the netherworld.

The whole world was swept by the vast power of the Dugu Sword.

The Dugu Sword, which gathers all the body parts, has far surpassed its former peak.

In the dark night, rays of light flew towards Dugu Sword from all different directions.

Some were half-amputated fingers, some were half-amputated toes, and there was another ear that Dugu Jian had not retrieved, as well as the rest of the fragmentary body parts.

One ray of light converged on Dugu Sword's body, and these remaining fragments were forcibly recalled by Dugu Sword with strong force.

Dugu Sword finally returned to a complete state.

However, one weapon is missing.

Dugu Jian's right hand was held in the air, and he whispered:

"If you don't come back now, when?"

An astonishing sword aura came from the sky, as if it was about to split the entire heaven and earth.

However, after a long time, the sword aura of the Peerless Sword gradually weakened, and it failed to successfully return.

It's like it's stuck somewhere.

Dugu Jian's gaze glanced deeply towards the north, and he had already guessed where the Wushuang Sword was.

"Miscellaneous, do you have the courage to take my sword, don't you dare to come out and fight."

Dugu Jian whispered, and then shook his head, this fight, whether it is fought or not, it is not its final say.

When he uprooted the Demon Sect and completely cut off the source of its faith, he could endure it if he didn't believe it.

"Wan, Wan Poison Gate is willing to follow the ancient gods, go to the soup for you, and never give up!"

Below, the poison god suddenly roared, and his head slammed into the ground again and again, his face full of fear.

He had suspected a hundred reasons for the rebellion of the Hehuan faction, but he didn't expect that behind this Hehuan faction, there was a god behind him......