The purple glow aperture was pushed by Qin Qingxue, quickly enveloping Zhou Liang, firmly imprisoning him, and the black mist on Zhou Liang's whole body rolled, constantly being scorched by the purple glow, turning into black smoke and dissipating in the air.

"Ah...... I won't let you go!" Zhou Liang roared weakly, his body festering.

Qin Qingxue was unmoved, Zixia continued to spread from his body, and in Zixia, Zhou Liang didn't use any ability to resist at all, so he could only wait for death slowly. This does not mean that Qin Qingxue is indifferent, but because this Zixia has been cultivated by her for several years, there is not much at all, and it is already all she has now, so she must be killed once.

"I curse you! I curse you with my body, my soul, and my longevity!" Zhou Liang let out a terrible roar, his whole body suddenly swelled, and he was forced to explode!

Light, there are all kinds of colors, red light, green light, purple light...... But there is no black in light, because black is the opposite of light.

At the moment when Zhou Liang exploded, a little black vortex appeared in mid-air, radiating an extremely dazzling black light, this black light filled the heavens and the earth, devouring the light, overriding the light, and there was only black within a radius of five miles.

The roar echoed, and the black light filled for half a pillar of incense.

"Senior sister, are you okay. Lin Luotian's back was already a blur of flesh and blood, but he still endured the pain and helped Qin Qingxue up. At the moment of self-detonation, Lin Luotian rushed over with a jade pendant, but fortunately he was in time.

Qin Qingxue looked at the blood stains on Lin Luotian's body, as well as the tightly knit brows, her heart warmed, and she said softly: "With you, I'm fine." ”

In an instant, Lin Luotian couldn't help but look stupid, and when there was a clicking sound in his hand, he came back to his senses, stretched out his hand and saw that although the jade pendant was not broken, it was already covered with large and small cracks, and at most it could only withstand a blow from a ninth-layer cultivator of Qi refining.

"I've got something. Mo Mo's dissatisfied voice sounded.

Yu Huayuan said: "What's the matter with you?"

Mo Mo took the jade pendant from Lin Luotian's hand: "Look, it's all broken." ”

"Uh...... This one. Lin Luotian hurriedly explained, "The magic weapon of a cultivator can be used even if it is broken...... That's it. Lin Luotian's forehead was sweating, and he didn't know if it hurt or what.

Several people were more or less injured, so they rested and adjusted for a while, and by the time they were on their way again, it was nearly dusk.

However, just after a few people walked away, where Zhou Liang blew himself up, a cold black wind suddenly blew, and then countless black silks surged and danced in the wind, like ghosts. Because there are a lot of these black silks, sometimes a few black wires touch together, and the black wires that touch together are immediately entangled together, like snakes dancing, but after more than a dozen breaths, there is only one left of several intertwined black silks.

And this black silk is obviously stronger than other black silks...... It's devouring other black threads!

And just when this black silk devoured, all the instincts of the black silk were stimulated, and they began to entangle, devouring each other. After a pillar of incense, the number of black threads in the air has been greatly reduced, and there are only ten black threads as thick as a baby's arm, or black pillars composed of silk threads.

After the appearance of these ten most powerful black threads, they did not continue to devour, but surged together, and then converged, gradually forming the appearance of a person......

At the same time, next to Jiang Nanfei's fallen body, a black dot suddenly appeared in the void, and after the black dot appeared, it became larger in an instant, forming a black vortex. After the whirlpool was formed, a wrinkled hand stretched out from the black whirlpool, and at the moment when this hand stretched out, the air seemed to condense, time seemed to stand still, and the whole fairy sky suddenly became gloomy and terrifying, and thunder flashed.

At this moment, time seemed to really stand still, and the sky above the entire Tibetan Land Continent, the entire Zhou Yuan Cultivation Realm, everyone didn't notice, or they couldn't see it at all! A purple-gold exquisite pagoda suddenly transformed and pressed towards the Zhou Yuan Cultivation Realm.

This pressure did not change the color of the wind and clouds, nor did it cause a landslide and tsunami, but in the black whirlpool, a cold snort suddenly sounded, and the outstretched hand paused, but continued to reach out and grab Jiang Nanfei's body.

At this time, the purple gold exquisite pagoda in the sky suddenly bloomed with hundreds of millions of glows, each glow turned into a purple thunderbolt, and instantly landed on the black whirlpool. The black vortex was exposed to the sea of thunder, but it still did not collapse and dissipate, but pulled Jiang Nanfei's body into the whirlpool, and the black whirlpool slowly disappeared.

In a royal palace, a six- or seven-year-old girl was tightly wrapped in a quilt and burst into tears: "Mother, I'm afraid of thunder, come back soon!"

As soon as the little girl's words fell, a charming woman came to the bed, directly knocked the little girl a violent shudder, and said dissatisfiedly: "Eighty-five thousand six hundred and eighty-four times, call sister!"

The little girl blinked, looking aggrieved: "But mother, Xiaoxue is afraid of thunder." ”

The woman's face was frosty: "Eighty-five thousand six hundred and eighty-five times, call sister." ”

The little girl cried even more sadly: "Daddy, where are you, mother beating people!"

The woman's face was gloomy and terrifying: "Eighty-five thousand six hundred and eighty-six times, and if there is another eighty-five thousand six hundred and eighty-seven times, I will throw you to Old Man Han." ”

The little girl shrank into the quilt with a sigh, and only after a while did a timid voice come from the quilt: "I was wrong, mother...... Don't leave me to Grandpa Han. ”

When the moon hung slightly, a slight drizzle drifted from the sky, like a tide of mist, and after falling on the skin, coupled with the gusts of north wind, I suddenly felt a chill.

But fortunately, Lin Luotian and a few people also arrived in Sword Valley at this time. The five gatekeeper disciples outside the valley, the lowest Bright Realm Great Perfection Cultivation, the highest Dark Realm Great Completion, as soon as the five of them saw Mo Mo, their faces changed greatly, and they rushed to the valley. However, Mo Mo was already in a heavy realm, and his speed was a lot faster than these five people, he stopped a few people in a few steps, and said, "What are you doing when you see me, why are you running so fast? Do I still want to eat you?" Five people, you look at me, I look at you, a disciple with a long camera spirit said: "Miss, you misunderstood us, we haven't seen Miss you for a few days, and we are very happy, so we are in a hurry to report to the valley master." Mo Mo was puzzled: "Really, why do I think you are afraid of me?" The man hurriedly said: "Miss, you are amiable, gentle and kind, intelligent and lovely, you are simply loved by everyone, flowers bloom and fail, and you are the most outstanding woman in the future." Even if all the fairies in the Nine Great Cultivation Realms together are not as good as a piece of your clothes in the eldest lady, you must be the Nine Heavens Fairy descending to the mortal dust!" Mo Mo said: "What's your name?" The man's face was happy: "Back to the eldest lady, the little Hong Dashan has been guarding the door for five years." Mo Mo hooked his hand, Hong Dashan leaned down knowingly, and then Mo Mo patted him on the shoulder and said, "You are very promising, do a good job! I am optimistic about you!" Hong Dashan immediately said loudly: "It's all the credit of the eldest lady, without the eldest lady, there would be no me Hong Dashan." After Lin Luotian and a few people left, Hong Dashan was immediately surrounded by four people. Hong Dashan said weakly: "What do you want to do?" One person said: "Hong Dashan, Hong Dashan, I can't imagine that you are this kind of person!" The second person said: "Hong Dashan, you really know people and faces, you don't know your heart, you are actually this kind of person!" The third person said: "Hong Dashan, who said that you have to share blessings and hardships? I can't imagine that you are actually this kind of person!" The fourth person said: "Hong Dashan, we said that we don't hide your selfishness, how can you be like this? I can't imagine that you are actually this kind of person!" Hong Dashan swallowed his saliva and said, "What do you want to say?" The four of them glanced at each other, and begged in unison: "Boss, you teach your brothers!" Hong Dashan said proudly: "I read books and went to school in my early years, and you don't know a few big characters, how can I teach you?" At the same time, he smiled in his heart, it is good to be educated. The four of them glanced at each other and shouted, "Brothers, hit him!" As soon as Lin Luotian and a few people entered the valley, they saw several people standing at the mouth of the valley. The first person, although he can't see blood, his eyes are blazing, and he has an indescribable charm all over his body. This person is naturally the Sword Valley Valley's Lord Mo Youshen, the kind of half-step artistic conception who has comprehended the meaning but has no martial will. Mo Mo flew into the air, hung on Mo Youshen's body, and shouted, "Grandpa." Mo Youshen lovingly stroked Mo Mo's head and asked, "Are you in trouble again?"

Mo Mo pouted and said, "People are not troublemakers, how can they cause trouble?" Mo Youshen just smiled, then looked at Lin Luotian, and said: "If you are really a hero, you don't know the name of the young man, where is the teacher?" Lin Luotian just cultivated a set of tidal currents, and Mo Youshen naturally couldn't see the number of Lin Luotian's paths. Lin Luotian hurriedly hugged his fists and said: "Senior Mo is really a tormented boy, I have only been practicing martial arts for a few months, how dare I be a young man?" Mo Youshen nodded and said, "It turned out to be his disciple, no wonder it's so powerful!" Then he looked at Qin Qingxue again, his body suddenly shook, put down Mo Mo, and solemnly bowed to Qin Qingxue. Qin Qingxue hurriedly held Mo Youshen and said, "Senior, why is this?" Mo Youshen shook his head: "Regardless of generation, the master is respected!" and then insisted on bowing.

The rest of the people couldn't see the depth of Qin Qingxue, and when they saw that the valley master actually bowed to this woman, they were all moved. The valley lord said that "the one who reaches is respected", and he also accepted the worship of the valley lord, could it be that this woman who is less than twenty is actually a congenital martial artist? Mo Mo's master is the perfection of the transformation realm, and it is the kind of perfection that has stayed for twenty or thirty years, and he can faintly see that Qin Qingxue has surpassed all the masters of the current martial arts. Qin Qingxue had to accept this worship, and then also bowed to Mo Youshen, and said, "Qingxue came to Sword Valley to ask for a sword. Mo Youshen said: "The new sword is being cultivated, and only you can have it." For the time being, I will take you to the sword sacrifice ...... tomorrow" Speaking of this, Mo Youshen's body shook again, and he looked at Lin Luotian incredulously, to be precise, the knife in Lin Luotian's hand. "This ...... This knife ......" (to be continued......