He wanted to see the little fox on the cloud platform, and the ice blue little fox enlarged in an instant, and even the whole scene changed, as if it had become a room.

"Guard, you are the head of the nine-tailed fox clan, one day, you have to shoulder the burden of helping the world, the artifacts of the dragon clan, the phoenix clan and the phoenix clan are all swords of destruction and destruction, only the artifact of my fox clan is the strategy of salvation and protection. But you have to know that this strategy only has one chance to use it. ”

The old man with immortal wind and bones, dressed in a dark robe, saw through everything in his eyes, and the desolation was as deep as the sea. The little ice-blue fox in front of him was only the size of a palm, and he couldn't even turn into a human form, only boredomly swinging nine tin-sized crystal clear plush tails, yawning constantly.

"Guardian, I know this is too much for you. But now that the country has emerged, the world is about to be overturned. ”

In the blink of an eye, the ice blue little fox had turned into a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, dressed in blue, with dark cloud sleeves, and sat on the ground. His eyes were lowered, immersed in his own world, his long, graceful fingers dancing with the strings. The accidental raising of his head made Bingruo, who was a man, breathe tightly, and was shocked by the dazzling beauty, and was intoxicated with the sound and people.

His expression was calm and serene, one hand on his supported leg, his movements were natural and chic, but something flickered in his eyes, which made people unable to grasp it, but he couldn't help but want to peep.

The inexplicable irritability in his heart surged, and the irrepressible evil qi wandered and collided in the spiritual veins. Bingruo stepped forward in confusion, he felt his steps slow and heavy, but as the melodious sound of the piano drifted into his mind, his heart sank.

Bingruo walked over to the guardian and sat down next to a tree. With the sound of the piano with magical soothing power, he saw his scattered green clothes on the ground, and saw the reflection of his own green clothes in the guard's ice blue pupils.

At that moment, he actually felt pathetic. The nine-tailed fox clan lives in seclusion, as long as the luck of the world is not chaotic, and they never care about the big and small winds and rains in the mortal world and the god world. But how long can this seclusion last?

Suddenly, the sky was spinning, the picture was turning, and Bingruo actually entered a golden palace. He inexplicably picked up the jade bottle in Huang Ling's hand and drank the liquid in it, and just wanted to look up at Huang Ling's face, when suddenly a cold sense of crisis came to his mind.

However, his body was inexplicably fixed on the ground and could not move a bit, and the liquid in the jade bottle imprisoned his spiritual power, and he could only watch powerlessly as a crystal sword with intricate patterns came out of his body.

He didn't hurt, but he could feel the slight coolness of the sword blade that penetrated his heart.

The intricate pattern of the dragon and phoenix dance is on the broken sword.

The altar rotated at his feet, and a neutral voice floated from afar: "Feng, from beginning to end, I approached you and used you just to save the people in the world." ”

The power of the soul was stripped away by a trace, and Bing Ruo desperately wanted to see the person holding the sword and talking, but after all, only this bleak voice echoed melodiously.

In the corner of the field of vision, an ice-blue figure flashed, with the loneliness of an eternal child, watching everything that happened from afar.

Before he could sort out the doubts in his heart, everything in front of him changed dramatically again.

The sky shook and the earth was shocked, and the river turned over and the sea boiled. Everything is lost in the devastating power. Between the turbulent sea of clouds, four long swords collided together. The powerful power spread to every corner of this world, and suddenly the purple "Bi" long sword broke in the middle, and the uncontrollable majestic power of the rest of the divine sword tore the entire space of the divine realm alive.

Hundreds of millions of gods were swallowed up by the shattered space in an instant, the Phoenix King had long been unable to find it, the Dragon Emperor was swept into the cracks of the space, and the Phoenix Spirit fell into the mortal world. When the world collapsed, the ice-blue nine-tailed fox called Guardian floated in the air, and the nine tails spread out furryly, floating steadily in the world where the sky collapsed and the earth cracked.

At the feet of the nine-tailed fox, the word "policy" in the seal script faintly appeared, and the dazzling blue light burst out strongly, unexpectedly stabilizing the shattered world.

It turns out that it is not the guardian who holds the Jiangshan Policy, but he himself, is the Jiangshan Policy that can only be used once......

The nine-tailed fox turned into a halo of light scattered in the air, and the entire churning world also returned to silence. The collision of the divine sword on the altar of heaven and earth slaughtered all the surrounding gods, and the patriarchs who could not maintain the god realm injected the power of the gods into the mortal world.

The remnants of the Protoss have multiplied.

Lian Bi's short sword beside him emitted a long blue light, and Bingruo slowly opened his eyes, and he woke up from the illusion. This illusion of the ancient gods who did not necessarily exist touched him too much, too much information poured into his mind, and after tens of thousands of years of time that he didn't know whether it was true or not, he could even engrave the pathos of death into his heart.

Fuddle......

Is this the power of this barrier?

Finally came back to his senses and remembered that he and Yuqing fell from the cliff. As far as the eye could see, the poisonous barrier of the Nine Mysteries Forest had almost obscured the divine light of the Divine Breaking Weapon. It seems that Yuqing also fell down from poisoning somewhere. Supporting his body with a short sword, Bing Ruo shook away the bitterness that permeated his chest, and looked for Yu Qing, who should not be far from him.

At this time, Bingruo was still unclear, and in the drunken environment, a thick black mist seeped into his body.

And Yuqing's world.

In the solemn hall, the cloud pillar stands tall and surrounded by golden phoenixes. On top of the top was a baby in swaddling clothes. Several gray-haired old men, dressed in complicated and solemn robes, gathered around the baby. The middle one asked in a deep voice: "Phoenix Spirit, if this world needs it, are you willing to do everything in exchange for the peace of the common people?"

The baby's eyebrows were marked with golden feathers, and when he faced the old man's question, he blinked his fiery eyes and nodded.

Everything in front of me is so familiar.

The old man with the scepter in his hand had a straight face, slowly knelt down facing the first baby, and said in a deep voice, "In that case, we will do everything in our power to send you to heaven." But remember, heaven from which you cannot escape may be more painful than hell. ”

Phoenix Spirit ...... This is the illusion of a broken sword.

On the night he took Bingruo in the torture workshop, Yu Qing had seen the beginning, but after the broken sword was taken off, he lost contact.

Several old men sat cross-legged on top of the strange totem and muttered incantations in their mouths. Outside the room, thousands of men of all colors in white silk clothes gathered in formation, and the powerful white light gathered together, constantly pouring towards the little baby.

The golden feathers on the baby's eyebrows gradually floated in the air, the blood-like brilliant pupils flowed, and the faint golden phoenix bird appeared in the air, raising its head and singing.

An unknown feeling quietly rose from the bottom of Yu Qing's heart, with trepidation and shock, but there was still a subtle clarity.

She seemed to understand what they were doing.

But something went wrong.

In the overwhelming white white, a dazzling red light suddenly flashed, and the little boy who appeared at the door out of thin air, his eyes were empty, but a huge scarlet net was opened on his body, showing like a bloody mouth, swallowing up the roof of the entire hall.

The phoenix bird behind the baby on the first seat screamed violently, and the sharp chirp shook everything around it. The white-clothed men in the main hall rushed into the air one by one, and Yu Qing couldn't help but raise his hand to block the dazzling light, but he vaguely saw the golden phoenix bird burning around his fingers, and there was a terrible wail.

The picture seems to fluctuate a little.

Suddenly, the ruined hall was inexplicably shrouded in blood-red. When this terrifying blood-red color appeared, in mid-air, the white figures that jumped up one by one were all shattered in the blood-red halo, shattered without a trace, and completely annihilated in the world.

It's like it never existed.

The hundred-foot-wide hall had completely turned into a world of death, and a huge blood-red vortex swirled desperately in the center of the hall and devoured everything around it. One by one, the white-clothed disciples holding spirit swords disappeared without any ability to resist, and the entire Xuan clan headquarters was rapidly disappearing from this world.

All resistance, in the face of this blood-red vortex, is meaningless.

Several old men in gorgeous clothes harnessed the complicated but simple magic circle, and used all their strength to rush towards the huge blood-red vortex. The overwhelming explosion sounded, Yu Qing only felt that everything in front of her had become illusory, all the noise had turned into a buzz, and in the face of such a devastating terrifying coercion, her strength was like an ant.

The explosion instantly drowned Yu Qing, but there was no expected pain from the burning skin, and when he opened his eyes again, the surging explosion had already exhausted his strength. The once incomparably prosperous Xuan Clan Temple was reduced to ruins, and the white-clothed men in the hall disappeared without a trace.

The only ones left in the main hall were two small children.

The golden feathers on the baby's eyebrows had disappeared, and his pupils had become as black as ordinary people. She tumbled down the high seat with all her might, but began to cry as she fell to the ground.

It's like an ordinary child.

The red light on the boy at the door had faded, and there was not a trace of the flames burning his white silk shirt. He collapsed in the charred pit, but his body was shrouded in a faint white light. A red dragon hovered around him for a few weeks before disappearing.

The coercion of destruction permeated his heart, and Yu Qing couldn't move in grief.

The Xuan clan, which has been inherited for tens of millions of years, and the Xuan clan that maintains the operation of the entire Kyushu, is completely wiped out in this way.

Everything in front of me blurred again.

An old man dressed as a fairy in a white gauze robe hurriedly walked into the main hall that had turned into a deep pit, he seemed to be shocked by the devastated scene, but he did not mourn and was at a loss like Yu Qing.

He heard the cry of the baby girl in the pit, and walked over to take a look, but shook his head and walked back to the boy in white who had fallen on the edge, probed his nose, and after making sure that he was alive, he picked up the boy and left without hesitation. There is no longer a moment of nostalgia for the baby girl.

Yu Qing felt resentful inexplicably.

Is it just because, in the boy's hand, he is holding the broken sword that appeared at some point?

Stupidity.