The unlucky demon Yeluo was first injured by Tianlong, and not long after waking up, he was intimidated by Long Wei, and passed out again, but he was also exempted from kneeling by mistake.

And if you want to say that you are in the best state, it must be Master Qingyun.

Even if he is a human body, he still inherits the complete Qilin bloodline and has been getting stronger, and his soul has also fused with the remnants of the True Spirit Qilin, which can be said to be completely unafraid of the overwhelming dragon power.

"Eldest sister, how are you?"

With the surging bloodline of the same high-level true spirit in his body, Qingyun easily dissolved the terrifying oppression, and was about to help Xiao Luoyi disperse Long Wei.

But at this moment, a slightly desolate but very elegant male voice suddenly came into his mind:

"Be careful, someone is trying to kill you. ”

Qingyun frowned suddenly, because this voice made him feel a little familiar.

It's just that this familiarity is only a millimeter, which means that this person may only have a relationship with him, but he has never seen a few masters who can transmit sound with his divine sense, who could it be?

But Qingyun didn't even have time to look around, and a chill that made his scalp tingle suddenly hit, causing a layer of goosebumps all over his body!

"Not good!"

The moment the two words rose in his heart, Qingyun suddenly saw clearly that a monk who was wrapped in darkness and only exposed a pair of pitch-black pupils was attacking him at a speed that was indistinguishable to the naked eye!

Even among the monks who were besieging the Heavenly Dragon in the last breath, the next breath was already in front of him!

"Return to the Spiritual Realm!"

Qingyun was horrified!

He knew very well that under the suppression of Long Wei, he could still travel to his side at such a rapid speed, and there was only one possibility for his cultivation:

The apex of all the monks in the human realm, the pinnacle of existence of all beings, return to the spiritual realm!

This level of power has already surpassed the limits of what Qingyun can fight and even imagine, in other words, he shouldn't even mention the idea of resisting.

Because in front of the Returning Spirit Realm monk, his so-called desperate fight or back-to-back battle has no meaning at all.

And if a Returning Spirit Realm cultivator wanted to kill a junior of the Hundred Veins Realm but let the other party fight back, it would really be a great shame.

"Are you going to die?"

As the other party rushed and approached, raising his palm, Qingyun only felt that his heart had become very empty and peaceful.

This kind of peace is not the so-called enlightenment before death, but the temperament of the other party, as well as the deep impression brought to him by a pair of eyes that are impenetrable.

Even from the other party's palm prints, Qingyun can even feel the artistic conception of "emptiness" all over the body.

It is as if this person does not exist, or can merge with the surroundings at will, and can turn countless tangible and invisible forces into "emptiness", or create something out of "emptiness".

Different from the past life and death moments, he has no time to look back on his life, nor does he have time to miss his relatives and friends, or even hate those enemies who know and do not know.

What hatred of killing his father, what hatred of slaughtering the village, all of this suddenly became meaningless in the other party's rapidity and "empty" artistic conception, so that he no longer had any obsession to resist.

In the end, the only thing left in his heart was the bewitching and beautiful face that had been rooted for a long time, but it was like a bud that had just been pulled out.

But when Qingyun suddenly found that the black in front of him was no longer black, and the swirling gauze skirt once again covered his eyes, the meaning of all this seemed to return to his mind.

But is the meaning at this time, still meaningful?

"Yi... Brother Yi, this can't be!"

In that unbelievable trembling sound, Qingyun and the black-clothed killer were stunned at the same time, and then an extremely familiar body crashed into his arms.

At the same time, the mutation is reborn!

The ripples in the void appeared, and a long figure with a snow-white body and a chaotic aura on his face suddenly appeared, and he couldn't help but say that a palm was also imprinted on the man in black at the same time.

"Stop!"

Coming back from his trance, the killer hurriedly deliberately hoarsely voiced, sealed with one hand, and shouted suddenly.

As soon as the words fell, the white-clothed monk's left arm suddenly froze, and then his body could not advance any further, so he only listened to his surprise:

"Huh?"

However, as soon as he finished saying the same thing, he saw that his left arm flashed, as if it had shattered some kind of shackle, and in an instant, it slammed towards the black-clothed killer with a terrifying wind and thunder.

"Scatter!"

The black-clothed killer obviously didn't expect the other party to be able to get out so quickly, and he was caught off guard by the two palms, and at the same time he quickly shouted in his mouth, and then a strange scene happened!

Not as grand as Yuan Anchu's Jinque Three Dragon Sword, these two peerless masters were close to each other, and the majestic energy and spiritual pressure that should have exploded were actually sucked into the two palms of a black and a white collision from the outside in!

In a matter of moments, the white monk's exposed palm quickly dried up and shrunk at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the white robe on his body began to disintegrate and turn into powder!

However, since he was able to reveal his body from the void, if he didn't have a treasure that could break through space, then his cultivation had already reached a level that was beyond everyone's reach!

No one could see his mysterious face hidden under the chaos, but the faint laughter that came from within made the heart of the black-clothed killer tremble!

"Could it be... You're from the Upper Realm?!"

Suddenly, countless chaotic glows appeared on the arm of the white-clothed monk, and the arm that was about to collapse began to fill with flesh and blood again, as if it was covered with water and regained, and time was reversed!

On the other hand, looking at the black-clothed killer, I saw that his body trembled slightly, as if he was constantly exerting force, but he couldn't withdraw his arm!

Bang bang bang!

After a few sounds, his left arm, like the other party's before, suddenly shriveled up and shattered, turning invisible, not even a drop of blood flowed out!

The white-clothed male cultivator actually destroyed the arm of a Returning Spirit Realm monk with one move, which was terrifying!

"I said how can you get out of trouble under the power of the dragon, it is because you have cultivated the law of words. ”

Calmly withdrew his arm intact, and the white-clothed male cultivator said indifferently.

He didn't answer the black-clothed killer's words, as if he had already regarded him as a dead man, and then pointed out the other party's cultivation:

"However, the Dao Birth Method, the Law Birth Technique, presumably most of your words and methods are based on the artistic conception of 'emptiness', but you don't know that emptiness also has a boundary, and you still want to take my strength and kill my chess pieces?

Seeing that the situation was not good, the black-clothed killer's impenetrable eyes still did not have any waves, and he first very decisively ripped off the minced flesh on his arm to prevent the other party's spiritual power from further damaging his body.

Then, without saying a word, he was far away on the spot, and the white-clothed male cultivator with a chaotic face chased away.

It was also at this moment that Tianlong was also aware of it, and then he sighed lightly, but when he saw the Qingyun and the others in the distance, his brows were furrowed, and at the same time, he let go of the coercion on everyone.

This made some people who saw Xiao Luoyi sacrifice his life to save Qingyun again rushed over eagerly.

At this time, Xiao Witch and Qingyun had already hugged each other and stood still, it was obvious that the black-clothed killer had already withdrawn most of his spiritual power when he saw her coming to stop him, otherwise the two of them would have been killed with one stone directly.

Looking at Feng Xingyu, who had slowly turned into crumbs in Xiao Luo's hand, Qingyun carefully looked at her left and right, and after repeatedly confirming that the eldest sister was okay, he took her in his arms and gently reprimanded:

"Eldest sister, you're scared to death for me! Feng Xingyu is used to save your life, not for you to use it to send you to death!"

Hearing this, Xiao Luoyi, who was as tall as Qingyun, did not answer, but gently pushed him away, and looked at the young man's face that fascinated him infinitely, revealing a good-looking smile.

It's just that this time, there is no trace of demonic in this smile.

"Sister Xiao!"

"Xiao Luoyi!"

"Yunlang!"

The voice came from far and near, Qingyun turned his head to look, and then he saw that it was Bai Zhizheng, Jiang Liu'er with an ugly mask, and Ah Lian, all running towards him like crazy.

"Eldest sister, you..."

As she spoke, Qingyun, who was hugging Xiao Luoyi, seemed to feel a little warm in her hands, but just as she wanted to speak, she was lightly touched by her thin red lips.

Immediately after, a cold spiritual power instantly sealed him completely, and his throat seemed to be unable to squirm anymore, so he had to wonder in his heart:

"Isn't this the eldest sister's 'broken jade' and 'silent'?"

Seeing that Xiao Luoyi's expression seemed to be a little painful, but he still forced himself to keep smiling, and slowly retreated with trembling lotus steps, until he completely left Qingyun's stiff hands, he was horrified to discover:

Shattered.

Yes, the Mingyu ice chip between Xiao Luo's eyebrows slowly cracked, and at the same time, there was also Qingyun's heart.

Blood gushed from her green silk, to her snow-white neck, and to the long black veil.

"No !!"

At this time, Qingyun finally found that the original hoarseness had become a luxury for him.

The tears seemed to have reached some kind of agreement with him, but his whole body seemed to be covered with a thin layer of ice, and the crystals could not even flow out of his eyes before forming ice crystals.

He began to frantically urge the power of the true spirit, wanting to break the seal as he did when the Bamboo and Stone Sword Sect first met, but Xiao Luoyi kept smiling and shaking his head at him.

Gently removing half of the broken jade with the blood on her forehead, Xiao Witch still smiled and placed it in Qingyun's cold and stiff palm, and held it tightly for him.

In the end, without hesitation, she took out the Mingyue whip and wrapped Qingyun with a whip, and then seemed to use her life's strength, even the whip, and threw it towards Ah Lian, who was running in the distance.

After doing all this, Xiao Luoyi finally stumbled two steps, and her swaying body waved her hand towards the green clouds in the air, like the rose after the rain on the Weiyun Peak.

But on this withering black rose, there is no more stinger.

Close your eyes and slowly fall down.