The sun was setting in the west, and the shadows of the trees were cast on the ground, and the heavy parts formed a large black mark.

After Ling Chuan and the three left, Ling Niantian and the two of them traveled all the way west, the speed was extremely fast, and the sun had not yet set, and they had already arrived at a small stream.

"I've tried many times but can't leave here, and occasionally there is a flash of blue light, and the bluestone is here."

"You've been locked up here for so many years, you should have found a way to crack it, right?"

"Hey, hey." The man in white smiled, "It's true, but I don't have enough strength on my own, and I haven't been able to succeed." ”

Now it seems that the enemy is strong, and it is not a bad thing.

"Say, how?"

"Do you see that black shadow at the bottom of the creek, the two of us work together to break it and break the formation."

Ling Niantian stared at the man in white for a while before nodding, "Okay." ”

The man in white breathed a sigh of relief, if this man repented, he might really be lonely here.

He touched his face, "If you don't speak, I'll think you've taken a fancy to me." ”

"Yougui is self-aware."

Man in White: "......"

He wiped his face, "Let's get started." ”

The swaying green grass was silent, as if the wind had stopped, and a powerful force erupted from Ling Niantian's body.

The man in white was surprised, this person had not yet exerted his full strength when he fought against himself, he was not to be outdone, his hands were flat, his palms were opposite, the light white power gradually took shape, and behind him, a demon beast figure appeared.

Snow-white with nine tails.

Ling Nian's eyes moved, "Nine-Tailed Sky Fox Clan, your surname is Hua?" ”

Saturated with strength, she raised her hand, and the huge force struck the black shadow at the bottom of the stream.

The light white power of the man in white followed.

He even knew that the Nine-Tailed Sky Fox was also from his side? Thinking of the old man's words, it is reasonable, but I don't know how this man came here.

Under the attack of the two forces, the black shadow trembled slightly, and several cracks appeared visibly with the naked eye.

"That's right, my name is the flower heavy brocade, the heavy that repeats the mistakes of the past, the brocade that blooms like a brocade."

The lake trembled, and the black shadow finally overwhelmed it and exploded with a bang.

The whole rock trembled violently.

The nine-tailed sky fox shadow behind Hua Chongjin condensed a little, and a little eager smile appeared almost imperceptibly in his eyes.

"Boom-"

The creek exploded, the stream splashed in all directions, and a touch of blue light rose from the bottom of the stream, faint but not to be ignored, Ling Niantian's eyes lit up.

Her hand was outstretched, and the bluestone seemed to be pulled by some kind of force, slowly moving towards her.

It ended up in her hands.

Ling Niantian was just about to turn around and talk to Hua Chongjin, when she suddenly felt a huge force behind her, directly enveloping her, and she couldn't struggle.

"I'm really sorry." Hua Chongjin walked around in front of her and said with a grin.

The old man was too strong to avoid finding himself again in the future, so he might as he said.

"You're looking for death." Ling Nianting's eyes instantly turned cold.

It's not that she didn't think that Hua Chongjin would calculate her in turn, but between the two of them, it is not certain who will calculate who will calculate who will at that time.

Wrong!

The formation restricted Hua Chongjin's behavior, and it was likely that it also suppressed his strength.

Hua Chongjin raised his hand, and an even more powerful light white power formed, surging in the wind, and a white gate of the realm gradually appeared, and a whirlpool in the middle kept turning.

He pushed with both hands, "Come in, you." ”

Ling Nian's Separation Gate was getting closer and closer, but he was still unable to break free from this power, and suddenly glanced back at Hua Chongjin.

Hua Chongjin's heart jumped, and his body couldn't control it and flew towards the gate of the realm.

"Ah, what did you do?!"

The screams died down, and the rock returned to calm.

Ling Chuan, who was obediently returning according to the route, glanced up, "I seem to hear some strange sound." ”

"You must have heard it wrong, and besides, even if there is any strange sound in Zhiyan, it is normal."

"Yes." Ling Chuan nodded and continued to walk back.

Fuhua Continent, Xizhang Deep Valley.

Although the terrain of this valley is uneven, high and low, there is very little vegetation, and as far as the eye can see, there is only one big tree.

"Whew!"

A beast roar shook the sky, and Ling Niantian, who had fainted, woke up directly, she opened her eyes and observed, jumped onto the thicker tree trunk, and through the leaves, she couldn't find that there was another person without looking carefully.

Although she was shuttling through the Void through the Gate of the Realm, she was unprepared, her own cultivation was not high, and she had a lot of injuries on her body, large and small.

After making sure that he was not in danger for the time being, Ling Niantian began to think about other things.

The aura here is obviously stronger than that of Zhiyan, is she back?

About ten years ago, she was originally a descendant of the Ling clan in the Star Dynasty Continent, but she was frantically attacked by the rival Xiahou clan and other small clans, and more than thousands of Manchu people were slaughtered, except for her, no one survived.

When I think about it now, it's all bloody.

The Xiahou clan owes her a lot of blood debts!

She was sent away by the patriarch to break the void with her great magical powers, and she was adopted by the Ling family after being exiled for a long time, so her crazy cultivation was just to return to the Star Dynasty Continent one day to pay off her blood debts.

But I didn't expect to come back so suddenly.

She squeezed her hand, blood oozed out, revealing a wry smile, the third-order cultivation fell into the first order, in front of the deep-rooted Xiahou clan, I am afraid it is smaller than an ant.

But hatred can only be cleansed with blood.