In the dark night, red lightning divided the obsidian-like night sky into irregular chunks, which were blood streaks all over the body of the Blue Sword, flashing with hideous thunder.

At the end of each section of lightning, the bright blood lines condensed into a crumbling celestial star, and finally formed a heavenly sword ten thousand feet high, they pulled each other, forming a light prison within the rules of the sword domain, but because the night sky could not pass in front of Liu Bailu's body, the light prison had to lean to lock her figure.

At some point, the tide has been flooding the shore, and as the water level continues to rise, the howling wind has stopped, the swaying trees have been silenced, and the birds and swimming fish have been stranded, leaving only the sea silently eroding the golden sand.

No, it wasn't a tidal wave, it was the water of the River Styx that flowed from the void, and the extreme cold of the river froze the time here in this moment, and it was vast and silent, as if it was the way the Borderless Realm should be.

The sword domain hanging high in the night sky was like a palace above the nine heavens, and it was about to fall into the world, but at this time, it was broken by a meteor that crossed through the day.

One, two, three...... The twenty-eight constellations that make up the constellation of the gods of the four directions came one after another, drawing brilliant fireworks in the dark depths, entwining the ends of each blood streak, and they were like a leash, locking the palace that spanned half of the sky under the sky.

Starlight spanned from night to day, and Liu Bailu's slender fingertips were entwined with layers of starlight, and she was like holding a floating balloon, precisely controlling the palace in the sky.

Flowing through the water of the River Styx, past the frozen time, the tips of the willow white deer rippled on the surface of the water, and slowly walked towards the person in front of him.

The passage of time could not leave any trace on her body, and the solidification of time could not stop her steps, as if at this moment, she was above any law of the world.

After losing control of the Sword Domain, the pressure of the entire Star Palace fell on Qingya at once, Qingya's body was just a mortal body, and he couldn't withstand such a huge impact, if this blow fell on his body firmly, Qingya would really want to go to be a small novice under the Jizo Throne.

Just as the power of the Star Palace fell, the starlight of Liu Bailu's fingertips instantly pierced the Star Palace above the night, and the Nine Heavens Palace turned into a piece of powder in an instant, and the huge pressure that seemed to hang down the sky also disappeared.

But before she smashed the Star Palace, a layer of dark dark blue silk threads appeared on Qingya's body for no reason, they were intertwined with each other, layer after layer, like a spring silkworm spit out its own silk and turned into a thick cocoon, enveloping Qingya.

It was a transparent pale blue light cocoon, and a looming soul fire covered the silk threads, and it was at this moment that the light cocoon was formed, Qingya's consciousness regained control of his body.

In the past, every time the soul was exchanged, it was Qing Ming who took the initiative to withdraw from his body after he had enough trouble, but this time, Qing Ya felt that Qing Ming's soul suddenly withered, and his consciousness returned to his body.

In the spiritual platform, although Qingya could see everything that happened in the outside world, only when his six senses were restored did Qingya truly feel how mysterious the light cocoon covering his body was.

The seemingly heavy light cocoon enveloped his body was warm and soft, like the wind blowing through his body in the clouds, and, from the perspective of the inside, it was more like a thin layer of bubbles, stretching with his movements, and it would not affect his movements at all.

The dim soul fire is like a spark in the wilderness, nourishing the spiritual power of Qingya activated by the needle to be extremely active. At this moment, Qingya didn't need to deliberately mobilize the spiritual power of the needle, but she could also feel a few strands of Liu Bailu's hair naughtily break free from the bundle of hair and stick briskly on the back of her delicate and slender neck.

His eyes seem to be able to penetrate the barrier between the two worlds and observe the movement of the sun and moon in the world, the wind and rain, and the snow. Eventually, the light cocoon began to shrink, gradually fitting onto Qingya's body, and then disappeared, and Qingya's gaze through the two realms was withdrawn.

Qingya clenched the long sword in his hand again, the cold touch was still so familiar, but the soul in the sword did not respond to his call.

At the moment when the Star Palace fell, Qing Ming exhausted all the soul power that had been recovered bit by bit since he woke up to block this fatal blow for Qing Ya, although Liu Bailu destroyed the Star Palace in time, this crisis would not have happened in the first place, but it still did not hesitate to give up all of its own for Qing Ya.

Now, Qing Ming fell into a deep sleep again, and I don't know when Qing Ya will hear its voice again.

"Master ......"

Looking at the Liu Bailu in front of him, Qingya opened his mouth, but he couldn't say any words.

Born after the turmoil in the world, the Celestial Fall has been committed to maintaining the common people in the world for thousands of years, and has not declined after the change of years, and now it is the head of the righteous path in the world, and it is the holy place that all monks in the world yearn for.

The person in front of her was one of the Seven Veins Imperial Heads standing at the highest point of the Skyfall, but now, her apprentice had accepted the inheritance of the King of the Underworld, and the Seven Sons of the Skyfall were famous all over the world, and she couldn't let the reputation of the master be dusted.

"Master, the disciple is not good, I implore the master to abolish the disciple's cultivation, expel the disciple from the master's door, if there is an afterlife, the disciple is willing to shake the light again and follow the master."

Qingya knelt down on one knee in front of Liu Bailu, bowing her head and waiting for the upcoming judgment, her skirt swaying gently in front of her eyes, just like her gentle palm, caressing the top of her head.

"Do you think that I will scold you, punish you, and even abolish your martial arts, is it possible that in your eyes, I am so vicious?"

Her words were like a moonlit lake under the clear blue night sky, flowing into the already unguarded heart of Qingya.

"There are different paths between good and evil in the world, and there is a separation between immortals and demons in the Six Realms, but right and wrong never depends on what weapons a person holds in his hand or what kind of exercises he learns, but depends on the person who uses them.

As the saying goes, a gentleman doesn't care about his deeds, but ask yourself, since you came into contact with the power of the underworld, have you ever done anything to hurt others, and have you ever thought about violating morality and ethics for a while? ”

Mo said that since he went to the mountain to learn art, since Qingya has a memory, he has never done anything against his will, even if he was hungry and cold, he would never steal a grain of food from other people's families.

Seeing that his eyes became more and more determined, Liu Bailu asked again: "In all kinds of things, have you ever regretted it, and you have a guilty conscience when you treat people and things?" ”

The white halo in Liu Bailu's hand was rendered into a water mirror, suspended in front of Qingya, Qingya looked at himself in the mirror, it was a cloud that was not stained with the slightest pollution.

"Master, the disciple has a clear conscience."