He stepped forward step by step, forcing Qinghuan to retreat step by step, until she stepped on something, squeaked, and looked down to see that it was a skeleton.

When did Qing Huan have this kind of experience, he panicked, and the sword pointed directly at the other party, and said, "Don't come here." ”

Dusty laughed wildly, although the figure was a child, and he had only reached Qinghuan's chest, but his arrogant momentum was incomparable to ordinary people.

It's like a cat catching a mouse, treating its prey, not only chasing, but also teasing, I saw that he still maintained his previous speed, walking towards Qing Huan, the tip of the sword pierced his flesh and skin, straight to the heart, and through his body, despite this, he still pressed forward inch by inch.

Qing Huan's hands trembled so much that he couldn't hold the sword, the other party was pierced alive, and there was still no blood and pain, staring at her with a child's face.

There was a burst of numbness, Qing Huan violently withdrew his hand, dusty held the hilt of the sword, and pulled the sword out of his body, but in the blink of an eye, the wound healed on its own, as if it had never appeared.

Dusty threw the sword to the side, spread his hand, and said innocently: "This kind of waste, it can't hurt me, is there anything else?"

Qing Huan was forced into the corner by him: "Dusty, this name was chosen by your mother." He took a deep breath and said, "That story, it's not over yet, you... After that so-called father dies, what about your mother?"

Qing Huan continued: "Let me guess, your kind mother, knowing that after your father died, he also went with him, right." ”

Dusty's face changed drastically: "Do you know why she did this, that man has never been kind to her for a day." ”

"So, you put the blame on everyone else, so you slaughtered the village. ”

"It's what they forced to die, and there is only one explanation. ”

Qing Huan looked him in the eye: "Have you ever thought that they could detect that it was you who did it when they were dying in the water, maybe because it was clear from beginning to end that you were such a person." ”

"What are you talking about?!" His tone was fierce, and black smoke came out of his normal right hand, which grew several times larger with a creaking sound, and turned into a ghost hand like a hell.

Qing Huan is the most stubborn, only one life left and right, she would rather die than bow her head and beg for mercy, the more fierce the enemy, the more stubborn she is: "I said, your mother knows that it is you, the child she raised and killed her husband with her own hands, so ....." paused, and continued: "You slaughtered the entire village, and put them all into your so-called Elysium, it is undeniable that you now miss those days, which were destroyed by your own hands." ”

Dusty twisted his neck, his face was hideous, and his body exuded an evil aura like hell, and said: "Originally, I wanted to spare your life and accompany me to relieve my boredom, but you don't know what to do and provoke me, since this is the case, just obediently become my food." "The immature face was like a crack in porcelain, and a few bloody cuts were opened, and the eyes turned from pitch black to phosphorus and fire-like green.

I saw that he raised his ghost hand and was about to strangle Qing Huan's throat, when a red light flashed and blocked in front of Qing Huan, and the ghost hand was bounced back.

The red light gradually formed, and it was actually his appearance, Qing Huan exclaimed: "Mo Sang?" How could he appear here.

This red light is actually not Mosang itself, but a clone with spiritual power attached.

Qing Huan saw that the appearance of "Mo Sang" looked a little illusory, and tried to reach out his finger and touch it, sure enough, it was just a shadow.

Dusty snorted coldly, it turned out that someone was protecting her, no wonder she was not affected by his Elysium, but unfortunately this is just to distinguish between the body, if it is the main master, she is qualified to be his opponent.

After all, it's just a shadow of illusion, and its spiritual power is limited, so if you encounter an ordinary demon, there's no problem, but obviously, although I don't know who it's called Dust, it's definitely not an ordinary demon.

A green ghost fire ignited in the palm of the dusty hand, fighting against the spiritual power of the clone, and after a while, the phantom was dispersed, and said arrogantly: "It's just vulnerable." The evil spirit who smiled at Qing Huanhuan: "When I enter my Elysium, that is to call the heavens undesirable, and the earth to be spiritual, and to be caught quickly." ”

Seeing "Mo Sang" disappear in front of his eyes, although he knew that it was just a phantom, Qing Huan was still very uncomfortable in his heart, his anger was full, he bit his lip, and sacrificed the "Snow Cloud Fan" from his body.

The appearance of the "Snow Cloud Fan" is like Qinghuan, relatively mild, and at first glance it does not look aggressive.

Dusty disdainful, and didn't take this broken fan in his eyes at all.

But the "Snow Cloud Fan" is an immortal weapon after all, not to be underestimated, Qing Huan threw her into the air, the fan body rotated, collided with the power of the ghost fire, and directly extinguished the ghost fire.

Chenxi's eyes sank, and the ghost fire in the palm of his hand turned into a ball, hitting the rotating "Snow Cloud Fan." ”

Qing Huan bit his finger, and the blood beads were mixed with spiritual power and injected into the "Snow Cloud Fan".

The immortal weapon recognized the master, Qing Huan accidentally discovered that her blood can stimulate the power of the "Snow Cloud Fan", although it is a short-term explosive power, but at the critical moment, it is also very useful.

The mana of the "Snow Cloud Fan" increased greatly, not only breaking the ghost fireball, but also sending out a killing force, directly approaching the enemy.

Dusty turned around to dodge, but his arm was still cut by the wind, and he didn't shed a drop of blood when he pierced his body with a sword before, but this time he just scratched it lightly, and he saw blood, he wiped the blood with his fingers, put it in his mouth, savored it, and said: "When was the last time there was bloodshed, it's so long that I can't remember it clearly." "The days of being locked up at the bottom of this sleepless cliff for thousands of years are boring and boring.

Qing Huan saw that this trick was effective, and just wanted to use blood as a medium to stimulate the attack power of the "Snow Cloud Fan", and saw that the dust sacrificed a blood-colored tripod vessel, and the tripod was slowly full of resentful spirits, with a bloody mouth, whimpering, the sound was harsh, and it could shake people's minds, after someone heard the voice from hell, the seven orifices bled out, the facial features were not recognized, and the meridians of the hands and feet were all broken, and the people who destroyed their own foundation with their own hands.

Rao is Qinghuan's consciousness is different from the clarity of ordinary people, and it is not easy to be manipulated by external forces, and it is difficult to resist the intrusion of the voice of the hellish resentful spirit on the spiritual platform.

The "Snow Cloud Fan" loyally protected the lord and tried his best to resist the endless resentment emanating from the blood ding, but despite this, Qing Huan was still affected and spit out a mouthful of blood.

At the same moment, the obsidian that the god of war Qin Yanjun had been hanging on his chest was different, emitting a hot scorching heat, Qin Yanjun snorted, held the obsidian, his eyes shook, and followed the guidance of the obsidian, and he came to the cliff of the night.

Qin Yanjun frowned, lifted Qi Su over, and said, "Has there been any movement in the Nightless Cliff recently?"

Qi Su was stunned and said, "I didn't notice it." Thinking of something, he slurred and said: "God, Qinghuan... That girl seems to be gone. ”

Qin Yanjun's eyes widened and he asked, "When?"

Qi Su bit his lip and said, "Not sure." ”

Qin Yanjun's eyes changed, and Qi Su immediately knelt down, and said worriedly: "My subordinates are not doing things well, please punish them from God." ”

Qin Yanjun waved his sleeves and said, "I'll punish you when I come back." With these words, he broke through the miasma barrier and headed for the bottom of the cliff that never sleeps.