In a small space close to ten zhang, the world is misty.

The light flickered, and a figure was suddenly thrown in, falling to the ground and rolling several times before slowly standing up.

It's Li Qinglang!

At this moment, he was clutching his chest, although he was not directly hit by the cyan water dragon, but the strong qi burst out, causing a lot of impact on himself, so that now his chest is heavy and his aura is chaotic.

Immediately after, a water dragon claw also entered in the light, but it quickly turned into an aura and scattered.

Yin Zhiqiu's figure also slowly emerged, but it was not as embarrassed as Li Qinglang before, floating above the small space here at the moment.

"It's a wonderful treasure!"

After Yin Zhiqiu looked around, he laughed, "With such a large space, it can still accommodate living creatures." That guy is right, it must be the legendary immortal Qiankun bag! ”

Li Qinglang's eyes lit up, that guy? Is that black fog me? Or the conspiracy manipulators behind the Black Mist?!

Finding that the young man below was staring at him, Yin Zhiqiu stretched his muscles, his figure suddenly swelled, and he quickly recovered from withering to the appearance of his prime!

And beside him, there is an extremely thick black mist!

Like a cloak, like an instigator hidden behind!

"Li Qinglang?"

Yin Zhiqiu sneered and said, "In the future, you will lead the Outer Heaven Demon Clan to descend?!" ”

Seeing Li Qinglang's face shocked and puzzled, he continued to add, "That's right, now you are just an ant that I can pinch to death with my hands, how can I know the future." ”

But how did he know that Li Qinglang was not thinking about what he was talking about. Rather, why would he know these things?

It's just a small supporting role!

And, he doesn't seem to know that he's not the main character? From his words, it is obvious that he has questions about the protagonist's future experience.

"How do you know?"

"Humph! I don't know? ”

Yin Zhiqiu's originally relaxed expression suddenly became nervous, "You... You understand what I'm talking about? ”

"You are the future Immortal Emperor?!"

His voice was extremely frightened, as if he had thought of something terrible.

Li Qinglang frowned, the title of the Immortal Emperor, it was a long time after he ascended to the immortal realm in the original book.

"Who told you all this? What is the black fog around you? ”

Yin Zhiqiu looked crazy, it was not anger, but fear!

"No, it can't be. You demon star has been restrained, and it is impossible for you to incarnate here! ”

"Little Jindan, suffer death!"

With the blessing of the black mist, Yin Zhiqiu's aura rose sharply, and he soon reached the realm of the Great Perfection of Transforming Gods.

Just when Li Qinglang thought that the mutation had stopped, this space was imperceptible.

And if it was in the outside world, he would find it, and only he could find it: the entire void world was swaying for a moment!

It was as if something had squeezed into the world at this moment.

Yin Zhiqiu's body began to alienate, his whole body skin was filled with black and purple, and strange runes continued to manifest, and his realm finally broke that boundary!

Soaring!

Li Qinglang didn't dare to delay, and after taking off the drunken place, he took a sip of the wine inside.

Immediately, his realm also quickly reached the realm of ascension, but he no longer had the feeling of full power before.

Just when he looked at the green jade wine jug in his hand suspiciously, Yin Zhiqiu seized the opportunity and launched a direct attack!

The black mist spun like a drill at high speed on his arm, and it was conceivable that once he was hit, a large hole would inevitably appear in his body.

Li Qinglang held the Red Scale Sword to block, although he avoided the Black Mist Drill from directly touching the flesh, but because the reaction was slower, the Red Scale Sword was directly hit in the chest by a strong force.

The whole body was full of qi and blood, and a mouthful of salty fish rushed up from his throat and sprayed towards Yin Zhiqiu's face.

But it was absorbed by the black mist surrounding the latter, and after absorbing his blood, the black mist seemed to be a little stronger.

Li Qinglang's body continued to regress, and his eyes showed panic, this was the first time he did not defeat the enemy with the power of suppression!

Yin Zhiqiu seemed to have lost his mind at the moment, a beast-like roar came out of his mouth, his fists kept swinging, and often after Li Qinglang was knocked back with one blow, there was a spell to follow!

Li Qinglang retreated one after another, and had already reached the edge of the space here, so he could only keep detouring to dodge.

"Yan Wolf Slash!"

With one hand, he wiped the sword body, Li Qinglang jumped up at the boundary wall, completed a turn in the air, dodged the dozens of daggers that flashed poisonous light, and swung out a sword at the same time.

The body of the Red Scale Sword was extremely hot, and a flame that was directly as wide as a zhang was slashed towards the black mist with a fiery sword aura.

Faintly, there was a rushing wolf shadow in the huge wave of flames. And the extreme heat, even the space was scorched and turbulent, stirring up invisible waves.

The tumbling black mist was a little afraid of this fiery sword qi, and it retreated frantically while pushing Yin Zhiqiu's body forward.

"Roar! ——”

Yin Zhiqiu let out a strange scream from his mouth, which looked like a dragon a moment ago, and then directly turned into a ghost scream, terrifying.

Li Qinglang was captured by that strange voice, and the flame sword qi suddenly weakened a little, and then was directly torn apart by Yin Zhiqiu's monster-like arm, turning into a small sea of fire and burning!

"Humph!"

Li Qinglang cast a spell in his hand, and the sea of fire rolled, but he didn't lose contact with it, and immediately wrapped Yin Zhiqiu in the fireball.

"Sword One, Rising Peak!"

With a loud shout, Li Qinglang's hands that were sealed on his chest suddenly separated and raised, making a sword finger shape!

Then the cultivation is an explosion, and the sword fingers are divided into arcs on both sides, and they are retracted to the right side of the body.

The Red Scale Sword that was originally floating behind him was scattered with dozens of sword shadows at this moment, and each one was as solid as the truth.

This sword formation formed a circle, and in the next moment, when the fireball exploded, Li Qinglang's right sword finger stabbed out.

The sword array was surging, and the sword qi directly filled the entire small space!

The torrent of sword shadows that the Red Scale Sword turned into collided with Yin Zhiqiu, who was filled with black mist, and an earth-shattering explosion was heard.

I saw Yin Zhiqiu raise his left arm horizontally, blocking the flying sword shadows one by one, and his right hand was pinching the trick to prepare some powerful spells.

Li Qinglang just glanced at it, and he was terrified, and he could only increase the output of spiritual energy at the moment.

However, the sword shadow clones were like glass swords crashing into the copper wall, each of which was torn into fragments of spiritual energy and dissipated into heaven and earth.

That is to say, every time the two of them make a move, the aura will feed back into this small space after the spell dissipates, otherwise, this place would have collapsed a long time ago!

At the end of the torrent, the last red-scaled long sword appeared, stabbing at the enemy's heart with an even more powerful sword aura!

It's just that Yin Zhiqiu's face, which was more terrifying than his previous skinny face, was raised, and a weird smile rose at the corner of his mouth.

"That's all you can do? Or is this body restricting your arrival now?! ”

The cacophony of the golden stone rubbing was extremely uncomfortable, but Yin Zhiqiu's movements were even more terrifying.

His right hand, which had been pinching all the time, finally raised at this moment, and pressed the Red Scale Sword through the air, so that it could not advance even further!

Li Qinglang was shocked and changed again, only to see Yin Zhiqiu accompanied by a weird laugh, his right hand slowly exerted force, and the Red Scale Sword actually shattered at this moment!

The red-scaled sword that accompanied the protagonist all the way in the original book collapsed?!

"Ten Thousand Poisons Eat Heart Claws!"

"Heaven presses the palm!"

The two sides erupted into angry roars at the same time, and the small space within a range of ten zhang rolled in black fog at this moment, falling into a darkness.

And the world outside is affected at this moment!

Everyone only heard that in this originally clean secret realm, there was a thunderous explosion!

Then there were dark clouds from nowhere, and the wind and thunder were rolling, like a punishment from heaven, to exterminate the traitors and thieves on the earth!

The black mist also emerged from the heavens and the earth, transforming into ghosts and dragons in the hideous, roaring to the sky!

Behind Yin Zhiqiu, a bleak transparent primordial god emerged. At the beginning, he failed to break through the god and was lucky to survive, and Yuan Ying became this different look.

Behind Li Qinglang, there is a round of wonderful golden pill manifestation like a big day! The wonderful avenue rune is engraved on it, and at this moment, there seems to be a phantom of the Yuan Infant appearing.

The golden light is the only light in this heaven and earth!

In the other place, it is Li Qinglang's waist, the green jade wine gourd.

The warm light climbed up the master's body, breaking the stalemate, and the palm print of the Heavenly Forced Palm instantly broke through the pitch-black ghost claws on the opposite side, knocking Yin Zhiqiu to the ground.

The black fog retreated and condensed, trying to hide, but it was slowly wiped out by the warm blue light between heaven and earth.

Like ice and snow meeting hot water, it melts quickly!

The breath of the two gradually returned to normal, Yin Zhiqiu was in a coma, and Li Qinglang sat down paralyzed, leaning against the wall, gasping for breath, and his chest was extremely depressed, as if there was blood deposits.

His eyelids were heavy, but there was no trace of aura in his body, and he couldn't resist it and fell asleep.