After Mo Zhiyao and the four of them walked out of the gate of the Heavenly Sword Auction Hall, they rushed towards the gate of Tianzhen City without the slightest delay.

And not long after they left, three figures appeared at the door of the Heavenly Sword Auction Hall, it was Zhu Yan and the two Heavenly Fire Valley Elders.

Looking at the backs of Mo Zhiyao and the others, a touch of jealousy and hatred flashed in Zhu Yan's eyes.

"Young Valley Master, what now?" Chen Kang's eyes on the side also flickered, and then asked in a low voice.

Originally, the Heavenly Fire Valley had a plan in place, how to evacuate Tianzhen City safely after taking a picture of the secret key to the fallen land. But nowadays, it is simply useless. The Fallen Key has now become a big joke, and no one will try to snatch it, just wait for the Fallen Lands to appear.

"Have you been contacted by the Yin Luo Sect?" Zhu Yan narrowed his eyes slightly and suddenly asked.

"It's been contacted, it just so happens that Qingluo is near Tianzhen City, and now it should be outside the city. Chen Kang said in a low voice.

"Have you already arrived outside the city?" Zhu Yan's eyes immediately flashed a hideous color, licked his lips, and smiled gloomily. "Elder Chen, you go to my father first, and Elder Wan and I will go to see the excitement and collect the accounts by the way. ”

"This ......" Chen Kang hesitated for a moment when he heard this, and then looked at Elder Wan.

"Don't worry, I will accompany the young valley master. Besides, we won't have to do it when the time comes. Elder Wan pondered for a moment, then nodded.

Seeing that Elder Wan was nodding in agreement, Chen Kang naturally didn't want to say anything more. Moreover, of course he knows what kind of character his own young valley master is.

Zhu Yan was already coveting the nine colors, plus he was pitted by the Great Heavenly Sword Pavilion, his belly full of evil fire had nowhere to vent, and now Qingluo was blocked outside Tianzhen City, how could Zhu Yan let go of such a great opportunity and let Mo Zhiyao leave easily?

"Alright, Elder Wan, let's go. Zhu Yan frowned impatiently, and then flashed in the direction of the city gate. Elder Wan shook his head helplessly, and after signaling Chen Kang, he hurriedly followed.

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After leaving Tianzhen City, Mo Zhiyao took the three of the Nine Colors and galloped all the way directly in the direction of the northern boundary of the Divine Domain.

At the speed of four people, in less than an hour, they left the geographical range of Tianzhen City, and what appeared in the field of vision in front of them was a dense and vast ancient jungle mountain range.

Without warning, Mo Zhiyao, who was at the forefront of everyone, suddenly stopped, his face changed drastically, and he raised his head violently and looked at the sky above. The space there turned out to be distorted.

At this time, the nine-colored three people also sensed something, and the spiritual power around them surged out instantly, and their eyes looked vigilantly at the distorted space in the sky.

"We are being targeted...... Mo Zhiyao's face became extremely solemn, and a sense of uneasiness suddenly rose in his heart. It seems that the people who are eyeing them are not simple.

"Is it those people from Heavenly Fire Valley?" Kun Lingyu clenched his hands, and a cold glint gleamed in his eyes.

In the Heavenly Sword Auction Room, the only thing that had a conflict was Zhu Yan of Heavenly Fire Valley. At this moment, being intercepted by someone, Kun Ling couldn't think of anyone else.

Mo Zhiyao shook his head slowly, his eyes still staring at the sky for a moment. Slowly, Zhu Yan, even those two Heavenly Fire Valley Elders, couldn't bring such a strong sense of crisis to themselves.

"Buzz ......"

As the invisible space fluctuated and spread, a thin figure in a black robe stepped out of that space.

The black-robed figure slowly raised its head, revealing a pale, bloodless, terrifying face shaped like a skeleton. The scarlet gaze containing a rich murderous intent fell on Mo Zhiyao's body, and a hoarse voice slowly sounded from his mouth.

"It's you, a little bastard, kill my son Qingyu, right?"

Mo Zhiyao's face became extremely ugly at this moment. He never thought that the person who came to the door this time would actually be the sect master of the Yin Luo Sect, Qing Luo! And listening to what he said, he obviously knew that he had killed Qing Yu himself.

"Middle Antiquity ............"

Mo Zhiyao's palms clenched, judging from the fluctuations of spiritual power rippling around this Qingluo Sect, this Sect Master of the Yin Luo Sect was not only in the middle of the ancient period, but it also seemed that it was only a thin line away from breaking through to the late ancient period. With this kind of strength, I don't know what I and others can deal with.

"It's a bit of a hassle right now. Mo Zhiyao frowned tightly, if it was an Ancient Realm powerhouse who was blocking him at this moment, then even in the late Ancient Period, several of them would have a good chance of getting out. But now he is a super strong man in the middle of antiquity, and if this is a fight, it will be a crushing battle at all.

"Hoo ......"

Mo Zhiyao took a deep breath, raised his head, looked at Qing Luo, his face became indifferent, and then nodded.

"Qingyu, that guy, I really killed him. ”

And when the last byte fell, Mo Zhiyao's palm suddenly clenched, and the space behind him distorted, and he could vaguely see the entire seven rounds of black sun rising up.

"Heaven Destroying Demon Spear!"

Mo Zhiyao's eyes instantly became extremely sharp, his arm flicked fiercely, and the black magic spear turned into a vague ray of ghostly light, piercing towards the Qingluo Cave on the opposite side.

At the same time as Mo Zhiyao made a move, Kun Ling's delicate body trembled, and he directly turned into the main body Kunpeng. Then with Mo Zhiyao, the three of them desperately fled into the distance.

Kun Ling knew in his heart that with the strength of his own few people, even if he fought hard, he would not be Qingluo's opponent. The only thing we can do now is to escape!

Looking at the black magic spear that shot like lightning, Qing Luo smiled yin and pointed out. Suddenly, a strange black light flashed on his fingertips.

"Whew!"

The monstrous yin aura swept out of the black ghostly light, and then tore through the void, turning into an extremely powerful ghostly light, and collided with the Heaven Destroying Demon Spear like lightning.

"Click!"

The two collided, and the Heavenly Demon Spear shattered directly. It's just that the sharp sound of breaking wind suddenly sounded at this moment, and behind, Mo Zhiyao, who was standing on Kunpeng's back, shook his arms suddenly, so fast that he could barely leave an afterimage. The magic spears in the sky, like a raging storm, overwhelmingly shrouded towards Qingluo.

"It's really a little beast who doesn't know the height of the sky, and in the face of this sect, he actually dares to take the initiative?" Mo Zhiyao's fierce resistance made Qingluo a little surprised. He obviously didn't expect that the former would have the courage to resist in the face of a strong man of his level. However, it was obvious that Mo Zhiyao's resistance only made the anger in his heart even more blazing.

Qing Luo's palm stretched out, and then he shook it abruptly forward! The sky in front of him seemed to be distorted as a whole, and then the sharp magic spear that came from the sky was directly frozen in mid-air, and even the Kun Ling people behind him all stagnated.

"If you still want to run away in front of this sect, little brute, don't be delusional! Today, none of you can leave, and you all have to stay with my son for burial. Qing Luo's vicious voice slowly echoed in this sky, and the killing intent that permeated it made the temperature around him plummet a lot.

"I'll send you down to see him!"

There was a crazy look in Mo Zhiyao's eyes, his hands were fiercely clenched, and the eight rounds of demon yang converged, and a huge heaven-opening demon axe was condensed.

"Open the world!"

Mo Zhiyao shouted violently, his arms slammed down, and the black axe turned into a black arc of light that filled the heavens and the earth, and it was instantly cut through the space imprisoned by Qingluo, and then slashed towards the latter like tearing the sky and the earth.

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead. ”

Qing Luo Sen smiled, but he didn't care about Mo Zhiyao's terrifying power and axe, and with a flick of his fingers, a cold aura burst out, colliding with the axe fiercely.

"Whew!"

The scalp-numbing corrosive sound sounded, and the axe arc that contained an extremely terrifying axe was directly corroded by Qingluo's cold qi in an instant.

Mo Zhiyao condensed the terrifying blow launched by the Eight Rounds of Demon Sun, but it was still easily defused by this Qingluo. The strength of the middle of antiquity is really terrifying.

Qing Luo's eyes flickered with coldness, and then slapped out with a palm. The majestic power of yin and cold turned into a huge black palm, and it thundered down towards Mo Zhiyao and the others like suppressing heaven and earth.

"Nine Tribulation Town Heavenly Miasma!"

The voice of Jiao rang out suddenly, and the colorful nine-colored light rose into the sky, instantly rendering this world full of colors. The sky was full of light, and it turned into a colorful light curtain, stretching across the sky in front of it.

"Carving insect skills!" Qing Luo smiled coldly, his eyes disdainful and cruel.

"Bang!"

There was a loud bang, shaking the heavens and the earth. Han Li's palm slammed into the colored light curtain. The space suddenly distorted, and then huge cracks burst open on the light curtain. A painful snort came from Jiu Se's mouth, and a wisp of Yin Hong's blood dripped down her red lips, her delicate body trembled, and her pretty face turned pale.

After shattering the colored light curtain, the cold power giant palm continued to castrate, roaring down. It's just that in the next moment, a young figure surrounded by terrifying fluctuations actually appeared in front of the giant palm.

The monstrous black demonic flames swirled around Mo Zhiyao. In the palm of his hand, a black wand was tightly clenched.

"Demon Emperor Fury!"

Mo Zhiyao roared violently, and the Demon Emperor Scepter in his hand smashed down. Suddenly, huge black thunderballs appeared out of thin air, and then slammed into the cold power giant palm with a overwhelming momentum.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The black thunder raged wildly in the sky, faintly, and it seemed to carry the roar of the heavenly demons. The endless roar of black thunder shattered the cold giant palm to pieces. It's just that Mo Zhiyao's figure is also like a broken paper kite, staggering back violently. Along the way, mouthfuls of blood spurted out wildly, leaving a large area of Yin Hong's blood mist in front of him.

"Little bastard, die to this sect!"

Qing Luo's face instantly turned extremely hideous, and then a finger burst out! In the next moment, a huge finger tore through the void and slammed towards Mo Zhiyao fiercely.

Above his fingers, he could see countless distorted faces of ghosts. A sharp and terrible roar, like a howl of all ghosts!