The joy of the "daddy......" child is always so simple, and the moment he saw the middle-aged man, the small figure ran over happily.

......The middle-aged man stood up, hugged the child with both hands, and raised it above his head.

"Master......" The old man followed behind him and saluted respectfully to the middle-aged man.

"Uncle Yan, you don't have to salute, how many times have I told you, you just can't remember ......" The middle-aged man hugged the child and teased him with laughter.

The old man named Uncle Yan didn't refute, and said to the middle-aged man, "Master, what's going on ahead now?" ”

The middle-aged man laughed and laughed with the child for a while, and then said: "Xiaoyan, go play by yourself......"

"Dad, how long can you stay when you come back this time?" The child's voice was innocent, innocent, looking at his father and asking.

"Xiao Yan, how long do you want your father to stay?" The middle-aged man pinched the child's face.

"Daddy, you will never leave us...... "The child said carefree, his best wishes.

And Yang Ning and Huan Ling, who were standing on the side, were like two passers-by, with no sense of existence, just looking at the warm moment in front of them.

"Yes, there will be a day ......" The middle-aged man put down the child and said, "Xiaoyan, let's go play......"

"Hmm." The child nodded obediently, turned his head to Uncle Yan's house and said, "Grandpa Yan, you and Daddy must have something to discuss, I'll go play by myself first." "The child is very sensible, although he is only six or seven years old, but he can vaguely see the child's sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and he is extremely talented, and he is already jumping up and down the lobby.

"Young Master Yan, you slow down......" Uncle Yan didn't forget to explain.

"Got it, Grandpa Zhan......" The child left.

The lobby was quiet, and as the children left, it seemed a little depressing.

The middle-aged man also sat down again, although he looked at his majesty, but after the child left, the middle-aged man's face continued to flash with exhaustion.

"Master......" Uncle Yan was just about to speak, but was interrupted by a middle-aged man.

"Uncle Yan, you can sit down too."

"Master, this is not ...... in accordance with the rules"

"Uncle Yan, you can sit down." The middle-aged man insisted on letting the old man sit down, and then said: "The front is almost unsupportable, our Qianyuan City, I'm afraid it won't be long before it will be breached......" The middle-aged man said, his face flashing with fatigue again.

"Sir, what the hell are those things?" Uncle Yan seemed to be recalling, but there was a coughing sound from his mouth.

"The power of lust." The middle-aged man looked at the sky, and when he had reached his level, he could already see through the essence of some powers.

"The power of lust?" Uncle Yan was puzzled.

And Yang Ning and Huan Ling, who were watching quietly on the side, also wanted to know what they said about the power of lust, and Yang Ning had such an intuition, the power of lust that the middle-aged man said was absolutely inseparable from the evil king of lust.

I only heard the middle-aged man slowly speak, and said: "Uncle Yan, I think you already know that there are thousands of forces in this heaven and earth, there are thunder, wind, rain, many, many, all kinds of forces, which have created the current heaven and earth, and we cultivators also use these powers to gradually compete with the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth step by step. ”

"This, I know, cultivators are originally competing with the Great Dao and going against the sky." Uncle Yan said. ъìＱυＧΕtＶ.℃ǒΜ

"However, in this heaven and earth, there are many special powers......

"They are not like the powers I mentioned earlier, but they are generated with our human activities, or they themselves are generated because of us human beings, and they must be happy, angry, sad, happy, stupid, hateful, greedy, we go against the sky, and we are already intolerable to the Great Dao, and in the process of cultivation, the greater the ability, the greater the ability of the cultivator, and naturally, the power of lust will be stronger."

"Over time, after many years of development and accumulation, this power accumulates little by little, gradually converges somewhere, and then forms this erotic power."

"And those things are the embodiment of these powers, and the emotions and desires that we human beings, especially cultivators, show will become nourishment for these people......" The middle-aged man's eyes were already very tired, obviously before he came back, he should have fought a big battle.

"So, to a certain extent, these things are the aggregate of our human desires......"

Uncle Yan didn't seem to understand when he heard it, while Yang Ning and Huan Ling on the side were even more confused and dazed.

"Ling'er, do you understand?" Yang Ning asked subconsciously.

Huanling shook his head.

Yang Ning had long known that this would be the result, but Yang Ning still couldn't help but ask, because if what the middle-aged man said was true, then these things in Uncle Yu's mouth should be exactly the same as those of the Phantom.

"Master, is there any way we can destroy it?" Uncle Yan asked.

The middle-aged man shook his head.

"Hey......" A trace of helplessness flashed on the old man's face.

Time flies, and Yang Ning and Huan Ling are completely like passers-by in the entire Qianyuan Mansion, no one sees them, and no one notices them.

However, no matter what method Yang Ning and Huan Ling used, they could not get out of this Qianyuan Mansion.

"How so?" Yang Ning gradually lost his patience.

"Brother Ning, that Qianyuan real person has left the mansion." Huan Ling said.

Yang Ning had long known that Huanling's spiritual power seemed to be different from ordinary people, and this may be due to the consummation of the mind that Cheng Chang said.

"Can you track it?" Yang Ning asked.

Huan Ling closed his eyes again, and powerful spiritual power came out of Huan Ling's body.

Huan Ling opened his eyes and said, "Yes." ”

Yang Ning also hurriedly came to the sea of consciousness of Huanling, so that Yang Ning could become one with the spirit of Huanling.

Sure enough, Yang Ning saw an illusory city, Qianyuan City, tall, magnificent, like going to the moat, surrounded by the memories of Yang Ning's two lives, all of which had never been seen and heard of.

The figure of Qianyuan Zhenren swept through the city and came to the tall city wall.

In the sky, all kinds of powerful auras were surrounding Qianyuan City, and the entire Qianyuan City was protected by a powerful barrier, and these auras were constantly bombarding the barrier, and they were already in danger at this moment.

On the city wall, there are many strong people, and the cultivation of each strong person, Yang Ning feels unfathomable, but there is no hope on the faces of these people.

On everyone's face, there was an obscure and sad face.

However, the arrival of Qianyuan Zhenren still made these people's expressions soothe a lot.

Obviously, Qianyuan Zhenren, among these people, is the strongest.

Qianyuan Zhenren stared at the sky, and did not say much, but just gave an order.

"Prepare to fight to the death!" Around Qianyuan, the real person was full of momentum, looking at the forces that were constantly impacting outside the surrounding barriers, and his heart was constantly sprouting the will of life and death.

Every strong man had a resolute look on his body, and no one retreated.

Rumble!

Rumble!

Rumble......

The sound of a collision was heard.

Above the city walls, the silence was terrible.

Everyone is holding their breath, everyone is ready to go.

Thundered......

Finally, shattered.

"Kill!"

In an instant, on the city wall, everyone moved together, turned into a long rainbow, and rushed into the various breaths that fell.

In an instant, the heavens and the earth were colorless.

Immediately after, screams followed.

Blood stained the sky, and blood stained Qianyuan City.

These breaths, like pervasive air currents, are more like terrifying flowing water, constantly rushing into Qianyuan City.

……

In the blink of an eye, the entire Qianyuan City had completely fallen, and the power of lust that Qianyuan Zhen said was floating everywhere.

And the original clean and spotless Qianyuan Zhenren is standing in front of the gate of the Qianyuan Mansion at this moment, and only here in the entire Qianyuan City has become a pure land, the last pure land.

But Qianyuan Zhenren also understands that this last pure land cannot last forever.

And behind Qianyuan Zhenren, there were only a few figures following, and everyone was seriously injured, and they were able to stand at this moment completely by will.

"Real ......" in the body of a strong man, there is not much life.

Qianyuan Zhenren didn't look back, and everywhere he looked up, he was surrounded by the power of lust.

"We are willing to transform into a bloody sword......"

"Yes, we are willing to turn into a blood sword and help real people kill the enemy!"

More and more people responded, and soon several people agreed on the same thing, and then looked at the surrounding blood that was already bleeding.

"You ......" Qianyuan Zhenren's voice was already hoarse, and he fought repeatedly, and he cultivated to the sky, and at this moment, there was already a faint meaning that he could not support it.

Yang Ning and Huan Ling's spiritual power were still passers-by, more like a wisp of wind, constantly sweeping through the entire Qianyuan City.

There is blood everywhere, there are broken walls everywhere, the whole city, except for the Qianyuan Mansion, there are no other human beings, and everywhere is the erotic power in the mouth of Qianyuan Zhen.

The whole city has become hell, a hell of blood.

"Zhenren, we know that when you returned to Qianyuan City, it was because the sword in your hand was broken, so you returned to hide here with Qianyan......

"However, now please don't refuse, even if the whole city has fallen, even if we die, please ask the real person to avenge us."

As the man spoke, his figure had gradually blurred, and he had begun to condense the blood of the entire city that had turned into a sea of blood based on his own cultivation.

"Please also ask the real person to avenge us, for our family, for our relatives......" is another person, once again illusory, a body of cultivation, and began to condense an illusory sword-shaped silhouette in front of the Qianyuan Mansion.

"Revenge, I am willing to incarnate in the form of a blood sword, and ask a real person to avenge us."

Boundless killing intent emerged, moving into the sword-shaped silhouette, and a sword gradually condensed.

"Real people, kill them all......"

"Revenge!" Another person used his own cultivation to condense the sword type and gather the surrounding sea of blood into one.

The sword type is immersed in the sea of blood, and in the sea of blood, it constantly absorbs the power in it.

Qianyuan Zhenren's face, struggling, back then, because of the enemy's pursuit, caused his sword to break, and his Taoist companion also lost his life, until the end, Qianyuan Zhenren cultivated to a great success, and stabbed the enemy, so he took a Taoist monk to leave a Qianyan and returned to Qianyuan City.

The name of the Qianyuan Sword Master has also disappeared, but it does not mean that the Qianyuan real person has no blood.

The resoluteness of these people made Qianyuan Zhenren's eyes gradually turn blood-red.

A blood sword, in the sea of blood, gradually condensed and formed.

Slowly rising from the sea of blood.

Heaven and earth change color.

Crackling......

As soon as the blood sword appeared, it summoned the thunder tribulation and summoned the punishment of the Great Dao.

Qianyuan Zhenren didn't move, just watched quietly, because now he had more important things to do to recover his strength.

Crackling......

Thunder landing.

The Blood Sword didn't flinch and faced the thunder.

And on the body of Qianyuan Zhenren, a terrifying sword intent gradually rose.

With the idea of killing, based on the sea of blood, and with killing as the blade.

The sword intent on Qianyuan Zhenren's body continued to merge into the blood sword.

Thunder is more like a baptism of the blood sword, and it was integrated into the blood sword by Qianyuan Zhenren with a powerful cultivation.

Yang Ning and Huan Ling looked at the blood sword that was constantly floating in the air, and the two of them thought of the killing sword that Yang Ning had mastered.

"Brother Ning, this sword, is it your sword?" Huanling asked.

Yang Ning shook his head, because he didn't know either.

The sea of blood was churning, and there were bursts of shouting and killing from inside, and every unwilling sound made the breath of the blood sword stronger.

An hour later, the thunder retreated.

The Blood Sword was also fully formed.

It is not imaginary to imagine the killing sword that Yang Ning has mastered, but Yang Ning can already be sure that this sword is definitely the killing sword he mastered.

Qianyuan Zhenren finally opened his eyes.

Uncle Yan hugged Qianyan and stood quietly in front of the Qianyuan Mansion.

"Dad, come back safely."

A trace of kindness flashed on Qianyuan Zhenren's face, and he turned back to Qianyan and said, "Xiaoyan, wait for me to come back." ”

Then Qianyuan moved his gaze to Uncle Yan and said, "Uncle Yan, you can take Xiaoyan and go." ”

"Old man......"

"No matter what, let Xiao Yan live." Qianyuan Zhenren seems to be explaining the aftermath.

"Let's go!" Qianyuan Zhenren turned around and looked at the sky again.

And on the side of Qianyuan Zhenren, there was an extra blood sword.

"Little master, let's go ......" Uncle Yan hugged Qianyan and disappeared into Qianyuan City.

"Kill!" It seems to be the sound of shouting and killing in the sea of blood, and it seems to be the sound of revenge in the blood sword.