In the midst of this chaotic void, the splinter sparks of swords and sticks are the only color embellishments here.

I don't know what tricks Su Ziyue used, they have been in this strange space all the time. There is no debate on the direction here, and there is no sound to be heard, only the sense of the primordial spirit.

At this time, Zhuge Qing'er had also given up her plan to communicate with Su Ziyue, and the two finally started to fight face-to-face!

Here, even without the help of Dao Venerable Xu Chen, Su Ziyue at this time was still below.

Zhuge Qing'er's face was cold, her eyes were ruthless, and the stick in her hand kept swinging out of the concussive void, relying on the advantages of strength, speed and physique, suppressing her opponent to the death.

The monotonous stick method is concise and effective, especially the current opponent is completely out of normal state, and there is no one in ten strengths.

"Bang!"

This is the void shock from the stick hitting the body, although no sound waves sounded, but Su Ziyue's painful and distorted expression still made Zhuge Qing'er's hand slightly soothed, and a sense of unbearability rose in his heart.

Even if what he said was indifferent, Su Ziyue had a relationship with her senior sister and brother for many years.

"Herara ......"

And at this moment, the void suddenly shook like a cloth, strange sound waves echoed in the ears, and fragmented void phantoms appeared in all directions of the two of them, like a little more white spots on the black curtain.

"Open!"

Taking advantage of Zhuge Qing'er's mercy and the change in space, a faint sword light flashed suddenly, and Su Ziyue's back was negligently brightened, revealing a clean heaven and earth, and a pure breath came to his face.

Under the traction of the qi machine, Zhuge Qing'er just knew that the other party was going to escape, and his body moved at will, and he had already slammed into his heart with a single stick and a pestle.

"Whew...... Whew......"

There was a strong wind in his ears, and his body was falling rapidly, but the long stick above was getting closer and closer, Su Ziyue clenched his teeth, tried his best to lift the long sword in his hand, and rested it in front of him.

"When ......"

The violent concussion made his body tremble, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his eyes went black, and he fell into a coma in an instant.

The last scene in his eyes was fixed in his mind, but in the grass everywhere, there stood a little foot full of dirt, with five fingers like green onions, with the delicacy of a baby, and it was very cute.

In the chaotic void, Zhuge Qing'er was about to rush forward, but found that the passage was closing rapidly and disappearing in the blink of an eye.

"Open!"

His heart was anxious, his body tightened, and the stick in his hand pierced out again, poking out the dark stick to collapse the void, and the momentum of the law phase heaven and earth fell down heavily.

Smoke clouds swept away in the sky, and a thick stick fell from the sky, the mountains trembled, and the earth shook, pressing down on the unconscious figure below.

"Big brother, what's wrong with you?"

The sound of milk sounded beside Su Ziyue, and a girl about three or four years old with double pigtails squatted down and gently pushed the body of the person on the ground.

"Girl, come back quickly!"

Not far away, there was smoke curling, the sound of chickens and ducks, the sound of Confucian children's recitation, and the voice of an old man sounded from the village private school, with a sense of anxiety.

"There's someone down there!"

In the dark world, Zhuge Qing'er felt a sense in her heart, her hand tightened, and she suddenly lifted the stick upside down, and the space flickered, and the next moment, she was gone.

"Grandpa, there's someone asleep here!"

The little girl obviously didn't know the difference between a coma and a deep sleep, and perhaps, she didn't even know what death meant.

As for the fleeting giant club on the top of his head, he didn't know anything.

"Grandpa, you said that you can't lie on the ground to sleep, otherwise you will catch a cold and have diarrhea at night. ”

The breeze blew, and the bamboo curtain of the private school in the distance was slowly lifted, revealing an old man dressed in Confucian costumes inside.

The old man stood in front of the window railing with a scroll in his hand, his expression changing, and finally there was only endless sorrow in his eyes.

He looked up at the sky, and the stick that could destroy this place was long gone, and he let go of his intentions.

It's just that......

Looking at the unconscious young man on the ground and the gray sword in his hand, the old man could only sigh lightly.

In his eyes, his own girl and the young man on the ground seemed to be in a boundless sea of blood, and every drop of holy light was slowly swallowed.

The long time could not stop the gaze of his gaze, and the boundless Shura Purgatory was finally shrouded in his Yuan Shen that had been cultivated for tens of thousands of years.

"Hey! Everything is providential! You can't escape it, and you can't avoid it!"

After a long time, the old man closed his eyes, sighed softly in his heart, and waved slightly towards the private school behind him.

"That's the end of today's studies, you guys go back first!"

"Yes, sir. ”

Dozens of young students straightened up, bowed, and exited the private school in an orderly manner.

"Ziliang, Mingren, you bring that young man in. ”

"Yes, sir. ”

The two young men who fell last put down the scrolls in their hands and ran out quickly, their steps were light and their expressions were peaceful, and they were all not weak in martial arts.

Although the two of them are dressed simply, they are strong in their suppleness, and their eyes are faint, and they are rare people in the outside world.

The night is deep and the air is cold.

Su Ziyue, who was lying on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes, and the cold light appeared, illuminating the small hut thoroughly.

"You're awake. ”

A soothing voice sounded beside him, and his tone was soft, making people feel like a spring breeze, but Su Ziyue's heart skipped a beat, and he was shocked.

I didn't even notice anyone here just now!

The sword technique in his body is the most good at induction, even some primordial gods can be clearly detected thousands of miles away, but at this time, he is being close to him without knowing it!

"You saved me?"

Vigilant, his tone naturally became cold.

"Don't be so stiff with your savior. ”

The old man smiled lightly, lifted the medicine pot beside him, and poured a bowl of black liquid medicine.

"Who is Your Excellency, and why did you save me?"

Su Ziyue turned his head, his eyes swept over the other party, and his tone was still cold.

"I'm a teacher in this village, and as for why I saved you, it's because you're injured. ”

The old man handed over the medicine bowl.

"Drink, so your injuries can heal faster. ”

The void was still in turmoil, and Zhuge Qing'er couldn't help but roll back and forth in this void land.

She was not in a hurry, and after a period of exploration, she had already understood a little bit of the law here.

It's dark, but it won't be long before a passage to the outside world will appear, and she just needs to be patient and grasp the opportunity that is fleeting.

And patience has always been her strength.

It is impossible to know the speed of time here, it seems that a long time has passed, and it seems that it is only a short moment, and the front suddenly brightens, faintly revealing the blue sky, Zhuge Qing'er's eyes lit up, and his body rushed forward.

Opportunity!

"Boom ......"

An earth-shattering bang shook the endless void, and also made Zhuge Qing'er, who rushed forward, stiffen and freeze in place.

The terrifying pressure came from the outside world, and the crimson and blazing flames suddenly filled the hole in front of them.

The boundless flames squeezed the hole, stretched open the void, and surged wildly towards the void.

This flame contains boundless violent power, which is simply terrifying, just the aftermath makes Zhuge Qing'er's body tense and unable to move at all, and this rushing power directly tears this void completely.

Loud voice!

The raging flames surged wildly, the heavens and the earth collapsed, everything disintegrated, and the eyes were red, but there was not the slightest sound.

At this moment, Zhuge Qing'er, who was exposed to the high altitude, opened her mouth slightly, her expression was sluggish, her body was baked by the fire, her skin was melted, her bones were cracked, and even her soul seemed to be in endless darkness.

I don't know how long it took, a holy light slowly sprinkled down in the soul, like an oil lamp lit in the boundless darkness, under the light, a figure was distorted, and gradually Zhuge Qing'er's figure was revealed.

Outside, the skeleton suspended in the air shook slightly, and two tears slowly dripped from the dry eye sockets.

Amazing changes occurred rapidly, on the dry skeleton, the muscles and blood membranes grew wildly at an alarming speed, and gray treasure clothes emerged from the primordial spirit, wrapping the body neatly.

"Hair ...... What happened?"

In front of her, the flames of destruction were baking the endless land, spreading into the distance, allowing her spirit to desperately sense into the distance, and there was no trace of life qi.

However, not so long ago, it was still surrounded by lush greenery and mountains, and countless monks traveled back and forth here, catching clouds and fog, and visitors looking for friends, a fairy scene.

"How could it be...... So?"

Not long ago, Su Ziyue's cruel smile was still in his ears, and Zhuge Qing'er was panicked, as if she didn't want to believe the scene in front of her.

"The underworld is coming, Youruo also suddenly rioted and counterattacked, plus there are people in the sect to respond, the Sword Sect is in danger, and Youruo is about to get out of trouble!"

The void in front of him rippled like the surface of the water, and an old man with a haggard face slowly stepped out of it and appeared in front of Zhuge Qing'er's eyes.

"The destruction of the Sword Sect is just that, but once you get out of trouble and merge with the Underworld, the world will definitely fall into the boundless sea of blood. ”

"So...... To stop them, I ...... I reversed the mountain defense formation and buried everything here. ”

"Zong...... Suzerain. ”

Zhuge Qing'er's face was dull, her wrists trembled, in front of her eyes, it was the master of the Sword Sect, Yang Qingyun!

It's just that in her senses, Yang Qingyun in front of her has long since lost his former height and unfathomability, but has a tired and chaotic aura.

Even, on him, Zhuge Qing'er sensed the aura that made her faintly uneasy.

As for the land under her feet, where she is now is where the Sword Sect once was!

It's just that the once prosperous scene, the first cultivation holy place in this world, has turned into nothingness!

"One hundred and thirty-seven small worlds, seventy-one secret realms, millions of disciples, and hundreds of millions of living beings, all turned into ashes. ”

Yang Qingyun stood in the void, his face seemed to be crying and smiling, his face was distorted and hideous, and the uneasy aura on his body became more and more obvious.

"At that time, Youruo also invaded the ancestral hall where the disciples of the sect left the imprint of the primordial gods, I was impulsive and didn't think about it, so I locked everyone up and slashed them in the air!"

Zhuge Qing'er's heart trembled, and she looked at the other party tremblingly, but found that there was an extra touch of dark red in those once kind eyes!

"Huh...... Hehe......"

He laughed maniacally, then held his head in his hands, and cried.

"Ah......h

The old man in front of him danced wildly with his arms, desperately tearing his clothes and hair, looking crazy, like a mad demon, like a mortal who had entered the demon barrier.

"I've suppressed it for eight thousand years!"

"Eight thousand years!"

"In my life, for the sake of the common people in the world, I will cut off the path! For the continuation of the sect, I will endure humiliation and burden! I am not reconciled...... , unwilling!"

"What have I done, what have I done?"

"Woo...... Woohoo......"

The angry roar and sad cry made Zhuge Qing'er's face pale, and her hands clenched the stick desperately, and her spirit rose and fell back and forth as if she were in the turbulent waves of Potter.

After a long time, the crying stopped, and Yang Qingyun, who was dull, straightened up magically, and his dark red eyes also made Zhuge Qing'er's heart skip a beat.

"Zhuge Vein Master, don't be afraid, I can still control myself.

The voice was faint, but his face was gradually becoming indifferent.

"This thing is for you. ”

A gray iron card floated out of Yang Qingyun's body and gently landed in front of Zhuge Qing'er.

The iron plate is dull in color and simple in style, with a small sword carved on the front and a figure painted on the back, which is unremarkable, but represents the most noble identity in the world.

The identity symbol of the Sword Sect Master!

The iron plate flickered slightly, and quietly disappeared in the middle of Zhuge Qing'er's eyebrows.

"Sect Master!"

"Now, kill me!"

Yang Qingyun's body floated over, approached Zhuge Qing'er, and said coldly with an expressionless face.

"Sect Master ......"

Zhuge Qing'er's heart trembled.

"I said, kill me!"

"Boom ......"

A violent wave of qi rushed out of his mouth, and with great force, he directly knocked Zhuge Qing'er out of a hundred miles away.

"Kill me!"

The void flickered, and the old man who had fallen into madness appeared in front of him again, raised his palm, and slapped Zhuge Qing'er fiercely.

"Poof......

With a sweetness in his heart, Yang Qingyun's body stiffened, and he slowly lowered his head, and a stick had pierced his chest at some point.

On top of that stick, there was a violent devouring force, swallowing the essence mana in his body at an astonishing speed.

"Hey......"

As soon as his arms were weak and drooped, a touch of clarity finally appeared in Yang Qingyun's eyes again, but in those eyes, there were already tears in his eyes.

"Zhuge Vein Master, although the Sword Sect was destroyed, but the Underworld Killing Youruo also suffered a heavy blow, and within a thousand years, it could not be revealed. ”

"Sect Master. ”

Zhuge Qing'er's voice was choked, and she reached out to pull out the long stick, but was gently held down by Yang Qingyun with one hand.

"In this battle, our sect has suffered heavy losses, but there should still be disciples left, you have to gather them together to fight against the demon calamity. ”

"The position of Sect Master, you can take up the position temporarily!"

"Sect Master ......"

"Don't shirk, fighting against the devil is your unavoidable responsibility. ”

Yang Qingyun looked down at the stick on his chest, and smiled slightly at Zhuge Qing'er, with kindness, encouragement, and a hint of reluctance in his face.

"I know it's hard, but you and I don't have a choice. ”

"Finally, you must remember that people's hearts are immortal, and the righteous path is eternal!"

Raising his head, Yang Qingyun looked at the sky for the last time, and beyond the torn mulch, the stars were like thousands of jewels, shining brightly.

The primordial spirit flew away, and with a wave of his hand, the starlight gathered around his body, and the cold wind blew his body, making him smile.

Clothed in starlight, stepping on the sun and moon, and walking in the vast universe, what I have pursued has always been the first time I stepped on the fairy road when I was a child, and the kind of freedom of the sword riding the wind.

Hurry!

With a hearty smile, his body suddenly exploded, turning into colorful light, boiling and falling, adding a gorgeous color and magnificent scenery to this chaotic place.

Sword Sect, doomed!