The pitch-black veil fell, the eye-catching wounds, the beautiful person, looked extremely desolate, on the high platform, Wan Sheng looked at the scar on Ning Xin's face that he left with his own hands, very calm, not even a trace of waves, as if he acquiesced in the occurrence of this kind of thing! Ten years, he has long since lost any expectations for this disciple, and leaving her is only used to restrict the people of the Five Palaces.

Ning Xin lowered her head, her unkempt hair covered her face, revealing a pair of sharp eyes tightly, she didn't cry, she didn't plead, she just stared at the woman in front of her coldly, no one knew how cold her heart was at the moment.

Yutong beside her wanted to rush over, but she was held tightly by her.

"Haha!" Tianji laughed arrogantly, at this moment she had no way to hide it, venting the hatred of the five halls back then.

"Senior sister!" Outside the door, a group of disciples stepped into the hall, led by Ning Tu, seeing this situation, he was very angry, clenched the bloody blade in his hand, and stabbed at Tianji with a sword.

"I can't help myself!" Tianji sneered, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and with a palm, Ning Tu took a sword and fell on top of the main hall.

"Senior brother!" Ning Xin stepped forward, caught Ning Tu steadily, and checked his injuries.

"It seems that the old man came at the right time!" There were many people outside the hall, and the poison god appeared at the forefront, and the poison torture and the Tianchi blood demon were on the left and right sides of it.

"Ning Xin, I didn't expect you to have today!" The poison torture hated Ning Xin, so naturally he would not miss this opportunity.

"Poison God!" Tenhime said indifferently, it was obvious that she had a relationship with this person.

"After many years, don't come unharmed!" The poison god was dressed in a wide green robe, and his left hand was hidden deep behind him.

"Not bad!" Tian Ji said, "I heard that you founded the Five Poisons Sect, and now it can be described as a breeze and water, so it's not a breeze!"

"Where, where, compared to here, my Five Poison Sect is nothing at all!" Poison Torture glanced at Wan Sheng, who was sitting firmly on the high platform, and asked, "Yes! Brother Wan Sheng!"

"Brother Poison is polite!" Wan Sheng said slowly, "You and I are already in the same vein, how can we talk about each other, no, this trip to Qingcheng, I specially invited Brother Poison to go together!"

"Hehe, is Brother Wan too cautious!" The Poison God smiled, he naturally understood that Wan Sheng was pulling him in danger because he was not sure.

"That's a mistake!" Wan Sheng said, "Qingcheng Gate has been located in the Central Plains for thousands of years, and its heritage is immeasurable, not to mention anything else, just that Zhou Tian made it difficult for me to cross the Thunder Pool, besides, although my senior brother died, it is difficult to guarantee that he will leave any behind!"

"I almost forgot, Brother Wan used to be a disciple of Qingchengmen!" the poisonous god smiled, "I heard that after Wan Qing died, he passed on the position of head of the sect to a hairy boy, what is it called?"

"Sect Master, call it Extinction!" Tianchi Blood Demon said, after ten years, he has grown up again, and now he looks like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, with a sense of anger all over his body.

"Fate is unheard of!" said Tenhime.

"Don't say it's you!It's the first time we've heard of this name!" Wan Sheng's face flashed with a hint of solemnity, "To be favored by Wan Qing and inherit the position of the head of the family, there must be something outstanding!"

"In his twenties, even if he starts cultivating from his mother's womb, how strong can he be!" the old man with the golden tooth smiled, "Sect master, in my opinion! That Wan Qing is old and confused!" A group of Demon Sect disciples followed him and shouted to kill Qingcheng Mountain.

Ning Xin looked at all this indifferently, what a shrewd woman she was, she already knew her current situation, the so-called abandoned child, but that's it, the dark veil covered her face again, there were no words, as if everything was none of her business, she turned around, and wanted to leave here quietly.

"Stop!" Tenhime's body was bewitching, and her figure flashed, blocking the way in an instant.

"What do you want to do?" Ning Tu stood in front of Ning Xin without fear, "If you want to move my junior sister, you need to pass my level first!"

"Sure enough, it's a brother and sister relationship!" Tianji glanced at Wan Sheng, "It seems that your two apprentices don't have a white sect!"

"That's it!" Wan Sheng frowned, "Tianji, what happened in the past, let him pass, you just came to the Central Plains as a barbarian envoy this time, there should be something else important!"

Everyone suddenly realized, no wonder this woman can be so rampant here, but all saints turn a blind eye, it turns out that she has such an identity!

"Since the door master has spoken, I can't help but give this face!" Tianji looked directly at Ning Xin through Ning Tu, stretched out her hand, and said, "Give me the spell spirit!"

"Impossible!" Ning Xin flatly refused, she pulled Ning Tu away and faced Tianji alone, "Don't even think about it!"

"Are you forcing me to rob hard?" Tianji sneered, and her right hand reached out, turning into paw prints, and grabbed towards Ning Xin.

Ning Xin didn't give in, Tian Ji forced each other again and again, and finally ignited the anger in her heart completely, she raised her hand slightly, and a fingerprint popped out, shaking it open, and in the air, countless frost qi gathered, condensed into an ice sword, which was held in her hand.

"The skill is good!" Tianji's eyes were filled with killing intent, and she saw a black light appear in her palm, turning into a pair of pitch-black claw thorns in her hand, "This spell spirit is going to be decided today!"

"If you have the ability, you can try it!" Ning Xin also let go and asked her to hand over the Eight Treasures, unless she was killed first.

"Okay!" Tianji sneered, the claw thorns in her hand emitted billowing black light, dispelling the surrounding coldness and rushing towards Ning Xin.

Inside the pitch-black veil, Ning Xin's bright eyes flashed with a sense of determination, and he tightly held the Ice Crystal Sword in his hand to face Tianji.

The battle between the two daughters was also accompanied by the shedding of countless ice crystals, the pitch-black claw thorns, every swing, could take away a large piece of ice crystals, and gradually, in Ning Xin's hand, the sword that was temporarily gathered had been sharpened, and there was not much left.

"Just by you, you are also worthy of fighting for me?" Tianji's bewitching face actually looked a little hideous, wrapped around the claw thorn of her right hand, and a small figure appeared, like an arrow, stabbing Ning Xin's shoulder.

Ning Xin snorted, her whole body was in severe pain, but she didn't give in, and the ice crystals that shattered on the ground floated in the air again, turned into ice swords, and stabbed down violently around her back.

Although Tenhime reacted quickly, an ice crystal still pierced her body, causing her to tremble violently. It's just that her whole body is steaming quickly, and a black breath comes out, and she will be fine in a blink of an eye!

"Despicable!" On the other hand, Ning Xin was not so comfortable, a mouthful of black blood spurted out, and the whole arm became scorched black in a blink of an eye, and the whole person collapsed there in pain.

"Master, what kind of magic weapon is that!" Torture looked at Ning Xin, then at the pitch-black claw thorns, and asked.

"Nine Spider Thorns!" the Poison God explained with a solemn face, "Among the wild alien species, there is a poison called Fire Spider, which is thin and extremely rare, and kills each other in the cage of nine Fire Spiders, and these Nine Spider Thorns are forged from their corpses through secret methods!"

"And what was the black shadow just now?" asked the Tianchi Blood Demon.

"Take one of the nine, kill each other, and the remaining one must be the most ferocious and poisonous!" said the poison god.

"Uh!" Torture nodded, and suddenly felt a seeping aura.

"Squeak!" On Ning Xin's charred arm, a golden rune flashed out, and the Eight Treasures forcibly appeared.

"Eight treasures!" Ning Xin shouted weakly, "Run!"

"Can't run!" Tianji sneered, she had been waiting for this moment, how could she let it go, raised her left hand, turned into a fine light, and grabbed towards the eight treasures.

However, just as Tenhime was about to succeed, a blue light burst out from the side, it was a cyan sword, and it cut her open like a sharp blade. Babao took advantage of this gap and flew back to Ning Xin's side.

"Who!" Tenhime was furious, anyone at this moment, would be like this.

Beside Ning Xin, I don't know when, a woman appeared, she was extremely ethereal, not stained with red dust, although she was dressed in black, but it was difficult to hide her transcendent temperament.

"Wan Ting!" said the torture in surprise, it was obvious that he did not know the news of Wan Ting's return.

In the face of Tianji's anger, Wan Ting did not answer, and stared at Wan Sheng on the high platform with a pair of eyes.

"Master is dead, why are you still attacking Qingcheng!"

"Ting'er, you go back first, this is not the place for you to stay!" Wan Sheng frowned.

"You don't have to hide it from me!" Wan Ting was very excited, her hands were trembling, and she asked loudly, "Why are you still so obsessed after so many years!"

"Someone, send the young lady back to the room!" Wan Sheng's brow furrowed even tighter.

"I'm not leaving!" Wan Ting struggled angrily, "Dad, Master is dead, my mother's hatred has long been gone, go back!"

"Presumptuous!" Wan Sheng stood up and scolded loudly, "Turn back, what do you look back, Daddy is on the right path!"

"What is the right path?" Wan Ting looked at the demons in front of her and said faintly, "Today, what has you made it look like, I believe that even if my mother is alive, she will definitely not agree with your approach!"

"Bastard!" Wan Sheng trembled with anger, "Don't mention your mother to me, you are not qualified, what have you done for her!That's right, Wan Qing is dead, but Qingcheng is still there, if Qingcheng is not destroyed, I will not give up!"

"You're just making excuses for your actions!" Wan Ting said coldly.

"Yo, who should I be, it's your baby daughter!" Tianji laughed coldly, "Do you want me to help you discipline it!"

"Get out!" Wan Ting shouted, a burst of blue light, Tianji was caught off guard, and she was really shocked back by half a step.

"What a gut!" Tianji was furious, how could anyone dare to treat her like this, only to see her palm raised, and she took out a slap and slapped it violently, "Today I will teach you a good lesson for your father!"

Tianji's palm, like a grinding plate, wrapped in black light, was about to spread to Wan Ting's face in the blink of an eye.

"Hmph!" In the side hall, a low roar accompanied by a stream of demonic energy, like lightning, wrapped around Tianji, it was a black-clothed figure, with a cold expression, a demonic flame, holding a nine-colored divine sword, exuding a monstrous killing intent, and steadily blocked in front of Wan Ting.

"Ahh

"Yuan Qi!" Everyone was shocked, the people who participated in that battle back then were no strangers to this young man, in their impression, this junior disciple surpassed his predecessors and had unimaginable strength.

In the sky, a stream of blood splashed out, staining Yuan Qi's body, it was Tianji's blood, the smell of blood stimulated Yuan Qi's demonic nature, and his cold eyes began to change to bloodthirsty red.

"No!" Wan Ting closed her eyes sadly, she came here alone, just afraid that this would happen.

"Huhu!" The cold wind howled, Yuan Qi's demon eyes formed, staring at the demons present, as if bringing them back to the big battle of the year, the Minghuang sword was raised high, flashing with a strange aura, and slowly fell, the power of a sword, like cutting grass and trees, heralded the arrival of a god of death.