Zhou Mengdie's sword pierced into Shangguan Xuanluo's heart, a trace of tranquility appeared on his painful face, and he glanced up at Zhou Mengdie, but the hatred in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest.

Pulling the ancient sword out of his body, looking at the ancient sword that became very dissatisfied after being stained with blood, Zhou Mengdie shook his head secretly, and said in his heart: "What a tsundere sword!"

Putting the ancient sword into the sea of knowledge, the heavens and the earth were cleared in an instant, and a great battle ended with the annihilation of the Heavenly Sect by the Southern Heavenly Gate after all. After all the pressure was gone, a trace of exhaustion suddenly came to her heart, Zhou Mengdie's eyes suddenly darkened, and her body fell to the ground uncontrollably.

Wanqing's figure immediately flashed and came to Zhou Mengdie's side, reaching out to hold his body steadily.

As the six yin veins with the fastest cultivation of internal strength among many physiques, Wanqing has practiced supreme light skills all year round, so compared to the people who also rushed up with anxious faces, Wanqing is the fastest one.

Holding Zhou Mengdie's body, he hurriedly took a breath of true qi into his body, only to find that he was just unconscious because of exhaustion. I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, secretly afraid of the big battle just now for my master.

He didn't make too much noise, and after glancing at Qi Tian, he led the people from the Haoqi Sect to leave with the Half-Ghost Ring Color, Fei Peng glanced thoughtfully at Shangguan Xuanluo who fell to the ground, and was about to step forward to find out if he was dead, but suddenly saw smoke and dust rolling in the distance.

Secretly said that it was not good, and it was too late to collect the loot, Fei Pengdang ordered the disciples of Nantianmen to leave with the corpses of more than twenty dead Nantianmen masters.

When the true Heavenly Demon Sect pioneer in the smoke and dust came to the canyon. But all he saw was the corpses of the disciples of the Heavenly Sect all over the ground. But he didn't see Shangguan Xuanluo alone.

But he said that it was just after Fei Peng had just led many masters of the South Heavenly Gate to leave. Shangguan Xuanluo, who originally seemed to be out of life, suddenly opened his eyes.

His pupils had become as small as pintips, but his eyeballs had turned pure black.

Staring at the Nantianmen in the distance, a trace of madness appeared on his face, and he covered his heart that was pierced by Zhou Mengdie with one hand, and he immediately immediately ran away with the only trace of true qi left in his body on his feet.

At this time, he was already seriously injured, ruthless, and with a strange temperament, he couldn't trust anyone, whether it was the devil or the devil. It doesn't matter if it's those masters of the Heavenly Sect, he can't trust any of them.

After the catastrophe, his head was full of revenge obsessions, and all the vitality in his body went to the broken heart, and the black object that swallowed into his belly turned into a terrifying death breath, filling his body.

On the ground he walked on, the flowers and trees withered, and the flesh and blood on his face also quietly took on a dark color. Gradually, a tiny eggshell-like mark grew.

He walked through the jungle, through the mountains. Thinking that he was far away from the canyon where the bloody battle had just taken place, the blood on his body stopped flowing out at some point, but his body was not tired at all, and the whole person became more and more energetic.

He felt something change happening in him, but he didn't stop.

A few days later, he came to the edge of a river, and then in the bright moonlight above the sky, he saw his own reflection in the water, but suddenly raised his head and let out a painful roar towards the bright moon.

The roar was not like a man's roar, but like some mountain beast.

The phoenix egg was originally made from a dead phoenix, filled with the breath of death, but it was also the rich breath of death, under the guidance of the unquenchable phoenix fire that symbolized destruction, that turned into death and reborn, so that the phoenix could be reborn.

Although the phoenix was formed by Shangguan Xuanluo's martial arts true intention, it was integrated into the Zhurong tribe by Shangguan Xuanluo for thousands of years, and the phoenix totem has existed for an unknown number of years.

Each totem pole contains unimaginable mysteries, and the totem pole of the Zhurong tribe is one of the best among many totem poles, and it also hides a monstrous secret that has existed since the formation of the universe.

The phoenix egg was divided into two by Zhou Mengdie, the red half was alive, and the black half was dead. When Shangguan Xuanluo had just been returned to one by life and death, both qi wanted to dominate Shangguan Xuanluo's body, so a battle broke out, making Shangguan Xuanluo tortured. But Shangguan Xuanluo is a living person after all, and he is also a master of the grandmaster realm, and his body is also dominated by vitality.

If he allowed the two qi to fight, the result would naturally be that the vitality would wear out the dead qi, and his body itself would be able to gain some creation.

But he didn't want Zhou Mengdie, but at this moment, a sword pierced Shangguan Xuanluo's body, cutting off his own vitality. The two qi of life and death in the body will lose its carrier, and the death qi is forced to have no choice, so he has to frantically strengthen Shangguan Xuanluo's body, so that he grows horns, flesh scales, and becomes a monster, but his strength has increased greatly. And that vitality was mostly used to repair his broken heart, and when the vitality came back, he found that the overall situation had been decided, and the dead qi had completely occupied Shangguan Xuanluo's body, and in desperation, he fled towards his sea of knowledge.

A crimson bird appeared in his sea of consciousness, looking so weak that after gaining a strong physical strength, Shangguan Xuanluo never paid attention to its specialness.

At this time, Shangguan Xuanluo was lying on the bank of the river with a painful face, he longed for great power and became a human being. Even if he is called a demon, even if it is a spurned notoriety left behind, he doesn't care at all.

But he didn't want to, but now that he has gained the terrifying power comparable to the master of the Great Grandmaster, he has become a monster.

He opened his mouth to say a few words, but found that all he said was a 'roar' like that of a wild beast.

He ran wildly in the mountains and forests and howled, his mind was full of Zhou Mengdie's shadow, full of the terrifying sword that broke out after he and the power that gathered his whole body, and then the human sword was united, but he still had no certainty of victory in his heart. And now, he has become a monster, I am afraid that the power of the Heavenly Sect can no longer be borrowed for a while! After trying his best to eradicate the dissidents, he actually got such a result.

A hint of self-deprecation appeared on his face, but his face full of strange marks at this time looked very hideous and terrifying!

He stood in the rain, quietly feeling the newfound strength in his body, and after a long time, he felt a hint of hunger in his belly, just as a farmer walked by, carrying a fat wild boar on his shoulder, and his face was full of joy after the harvest.

But at this moment, a monster with a rag wrapped around his waist suddenly stopped in front of him.

A scream rang out, and after a long time, only a wild boar that had been dead for an unknown amount of time was left in its place, and a tattered bloody garment.

Some people say that he was dismembered by a jackal in the mountains, and some people say that he met a big bear and a tiger. But most people say that he encountered an evil spirit in the mountains, because if it was a wolf or beast, his prey would have been dragged away.

After swallowing all the flesh and blood essence of a person into his abdomen, Shangguan Xuanluo, who had already turned into a monster, licked his lips and muttered in an unknown language: "It's not bad to be a monster!"

Zhou Mengdie was careless for a while, and left behind such a monster with endless troubles, and I don't know what kind of crisis it will encounter in the future.

Zhou Mengdie was sitting upright in the Tibetan Autumn Garden at this time, with Qi Tian standing beside him, Wanqing came to Zhou Mengdie's room with a bowl of food from the kitchen that she didn't know what it was, and looked at him with anticipation.

The sword maid who served him back then has now become a woman in her thirties, but she still looks in her prime. They looked at each other cautiously, and they both saw a trace of pity for their master in each other's eyes.

Looking at the black bowl, Zhou Mengdie swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, glanced at Wanqing's expectant eyes, and finally reluctantly scooped a spoonful of the bowl of black paste food and put it to his mouth.

Qi Tian on the side couldn't bear to turn his head away, but his eyes sneaked in the direction of Zhou Mengdie.

Seeing that it would not be spared, Zhou Mengdie was about to grit her teeth and swallow the black food into her stomach, but suddenly heard a rapid sound of bells.

Then a voice sounded from the sky: "Yan Zhi'an, this seat has arrived, do you still want to hide in the mountain villa and dare not come out to see me?"

It was a charming female voice with a hint of coldness, and a trace of solemnity appeared on Zhou Mengdie's face, it seemed that it was the peerless demon queen of the Heavenly Demon Sect who had arrived.

In the previous life, the Tibetan Sword Villa was said to be in her hands, and it was rumored that there was a trace of unclear relationship between her and Yan Zhi'an, and from her tone, she could really hear a trace of grievances and feelings.

Zhou Mengdie flew from the Tibetan Autumn Garden to the gate of the Hidden Sword Villa, at this time, the great masters of the sword and the masters of the Hidden Sword Villa had already gathered together, as for those masters below the Grandmaster, they could only be reduced to staying aside and shouting and cheering.

A middle-aged man in a samurai uniform flew from the depths of the Hidden Sword Villa and fell in front of everyone, more than ten years have passed, but he has not changed at all, but he is worthy of the realm of his great grandmaster peak master.

"Demon girl, you haven't asked you to repay your revenge for killing my wife thirty years ago, since you have found the door today, then I will settle it with you today. (To be continued.) )