In the boundless dark space, Mu Weiming followed the lilac light in front of him, walking alone in it, step by step, towards the unknown realm.

"What is this place?"

Looking at the strange vortex that suddenly appeared in front of the lilac light, Mu Weiming was puzzled in his heart, and he forgot the purpose of searching for the lost memory for a while.

Just as Mu Weiming was hesitating whether to follow this lilac light into the whirlpool, a faint blue flame suddenly appeared not far away.

"Mu Xiaoyou, come with this way!"

Mu Weiming heard the voice and stopped.

Strange, it seems to be the voice of Hualou Junxiu. Lilac brilliance, dark blue flames?

Mu Weiming looked at the whirlpool behind the lilac brilliance, and always felt that there was something waiting for him behind it.

"Mu Xiaoyou, it is difficult for the spiritual fire of this Dao to hold for a long time in your sea of consciousness, leave quickly!" Hua Lou Junxiu urged.

In Qi Menglou, Hua Lou Junxiu pinched the spiritual trick in his hand, and the white spiritual power continued to enter Mu Weiming's eyebrows, but after a long time, the effect was not seen for a long time, and Hua Lou Junxiu's forehead was dripping with sweat, and he gradually felt exhausted.

"My lord, friend, you can't hold it anymore!" Que Tingfang said with a smile on the side, "Do you want me to help you for a while?"

Hua Lou Junxiu continued to input his spiritual power into Mu Weiming: "No, I have already found his spiritual sense. You go to the outside of Qimeng Tower to block it for a while!"

"Outside the building, will there be any people who don't know whether to live or die to find death?" Que Tingfang said with a smile, "It's okay, I'll go find those things that don't know whether to live or die to have some fun." Hopefully, this time, he won't let me down. ”

After that, Que Tingfang walked out of Qi Menglou. Hualou Junxiu continued to maintain the transmission of spiritual power, summoning the return of Mu Weiming's original knowledge.

"Mu Xiaoyou, go quickly, this road is almost unsupportable. Hua Lou Junxiu urged.

After taking one last look at the whirlpool behind the purple light, Mu Weiming turned around and left with the white spirit flame, and after a while, the light flashed away.

Mu Weiming came to his senses and spit out a mouthful of blood: "What are these?"

Hua Lou Junxiu withdrew the white spiritual flame and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Mu Xiaoyou, your sea of knowledge is so strange that even your own path was almost trapped. ”

"Thank you, senior, I'll heal for a while. After that, Mu Weiming directly began to heal.

"Well, I'm out helping my friend. Hualou Junxiu nodded and walked out of Qimenglou.

"For the sake of evil in the end, revenge will be due, why should a murderer be beheaded? With a sword without a shadow, Que Tingfang quickly crossed the death cloud steps and came to the top of the cliff, waiting for the endless strange black shadows below the mountain to hit up.

"It's you again, Que Tingfang!"

In the endless army of black shadows, six humanoid black shadows walked out of it, and after dispersing the black mist, six pale black-robed Dao people fell into shape.

At the same time, the white fog was noisy, the army of black shadows branched out of the avenue, and a son in a luxurious brocade robe walked over the white mist, showing the style of a king.

"Situ Zhaojing, I didn't expect you to come in person this time. The famous sword behind Que Tingfang came out of its sheath, and the death sword swept out crazily: "Hahaha, Situ Zhaojing, do you know that my sword is already unbearable!"

"Do you want to do something with this seat, but it's still a little bit off. Situ Zhaojing sighed and shook his middle finger lightly.

Que Tingfang snorted coldly: "Whether it is an opponent or not, you can only know after you have made a move!"

"Try my trick, no sword!"

The sword moved, the sword was silent, and the death sword intent instantly struck Situ Zhaojing's sea of knowledge, and in an instant, Que Tingfang's long sword had reached the center of Situ Zhaojing's eyebrows.

Situ Zhaojing smiled contemptuously, his hand condensed the sword finger, a little black light blocked the center of his eyebrows, stopped the tip of the sword, and then with a little force, he swept in all directions with violent strength.

However, in an instant, Que Tingfang was shocked back ten miles, and all the rocks along the way were shattered.

Blue blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, Que Tingfang had already suffered internal wounds, but Situ Zhaojing was unscathed.

"As I said, you are not qualified. Situ Zhaojing shook his middle finger again and ridiculed the defeated Que Tingfang.

"It's enjoyable, but it's not enough. If it's not strong enough, it's not fun enough!" Que Tingfang Zhenyuan mentioned it again, the sword momentum climbed wildly, and the death sword intent became more powerful, "A sword without a shadow!"

With the same sword moves, different powers, Que Tingfang disappeared in an instant.

Situ Zhaojing snorted coldly, his sword pointed at the black light darkly, towards the void, and once again blocked the tip of Que Tingfang's sword.

"I said that you are not qualified!"

Dark, Situ Zhaojingjian pointed forward and pushed slightly, Que Tingfang was knocked away again, and after knocking off a huge rock, the wolf stood in the dust unbearably, with long hair flamboyant.

"This is powerful enough, interesting enough! It's much more interesting than my murderous ancient building!" Que Tingfang pointed at the sky and laughed wildly, "Come on, go on!"

"I don't like to be provoked by ants again and again!" The black light on Situ Zhaojing's sword finger became more and more intense, the aura of death spread across the wilderness, and all ghosts rejoiced.

Just as the two of them were about to make a trick, the Void Poetry horn sounded, bringing the anger of the master of Qi Menglou along the yin wind of death.

"The law of things is chosen by heaven, and the Tao means that there is no life in the world; ”

Hualou Junxiu swept the dust, and a white dead qi waved out, breaking up the battle group of the two.

"Oh, my friend in the first seat, how can you disturb my interest, it's rare to have such a good opponent!" Que Tingfang put away his famous sword, wiped the blue blood from the corner of his mouth, and complained while walking towards his friend Hua Lou Junxiu.

"Que Tingfang, this pot of good wine is for you. Hualou Junxiu threw out a bottle of good wine, sent him aside, and then faced Situ Zhaojing: "Situ Zhaojing, you have crossed the line too much recently!"

Situ Zhaojing said disdainfully: "Did you cross the line? What about crossing the line? When it came to you, the first seat of Hualou, you actually brought in living people from the outside world, and you were not afraid of disturbing the balance of space?"

"When do you need to take care of Qi Menglou's affairs?

"Did you say they?" Situ Zhaojing waved his hand, and a black-robed Taoist behind him immediately understood, and threw out two heads, which were the heads of Yu Qingyang and Yan Zhi.

"You're still so murderous. Hualou Junxiu's robe moved, and the white mist fluttered, turning the two heads into two piles of flying ash and dissipating.

"You are still such hypocrisy!" Situ Zhaojing's expression was still disdainful, "Hmph, those who abandon their fellow Daoists and flee alone will die innocently." However, the old man was stubborn, and he caused the purple sun fire to burn to death my 100,000 ghosts and five ghost generals. You say, these two people, how can this seat let them go?"

"What's the matter?Hualou Xianzao, do you want to continue to maintain your hypocrisy? Don't forget, you and I don't belong to this world, stay in this hellish place, this seat has long been fed up!"

"However, this is not a reason for you to kill. Hua Lou Junxiu said sideways.

"This seat is not willing to be bound in the Jindan period in this ghost place, damn it, how can it be this seat like an ant-like storage zài!So, they all deserve to die!" Situ Zhaojing's sword pointed at Hualou Junxiu, and said firmly: "So, this seat wants you to break the seal and open the door of the death realm!"

Hualou Junxiu moved a step to the right, and the momentum of death dispersed, and the death sword momentum of Situ Zhaojing was in court: "With this seat, the death realm cannot be opened!"

"Sad decision!" Situ Zhaojing pointed at the sword, swearing to kill the extremely disgusted Cun Zài in front of him!

Moving in a virtual step, blowing dust, Hualou Junxiu defused Situ Zhaojing's attacks one by one, killing without a shadow in an instant, and the infinite sword qi and dead qi were blasted into the cliff of the peak where the two were fighting, and countless black shadows were swept into ashes in the battle between the two.

"Hateful, don't you have a sword yet? What about your Creation Technique? What about your Self-cultivation Sword?

Under Situ Zhaojing's crazy attack, Hualou Junxiu switched from offense to defense, and gradually entered a disadvantage.

"Make a move! Your Heavenly Selection Sword, is it scrap iron?" Situ Zhaojing's sword was so shocked that he knocked Hualou Junxiu more than twenty miles away.

"Out of the sword! Hualou Xianza, where did you become famous three thousand years ago?" Situ Zhaojing made a profit and continued to kill frantically.

"It's been three thousand years, yes, it's been three thousand years before you know it!" The Heavenly Chosen Sword behind Hua Lou Junxiu spun out and landed in front of him, "Old friend, it's time for you to get out of the sheath!"

Heaven chooses to come out of the sheath, and the colorful brilliance shines for thousands of miles, and there is a strong vitality in the brilliance, which seems so incompatible with the rich dead air around it.

Hua Lou Junxiu finally asked, "Situ Zhaojing, do you really want to be like this?"

"It's been three thousand years! I've had enough!" The offensive continued, and the black sword light on Situ Zhaojing's sword finger was several layers stronger, and there was an incomparably powerful soul-snatching aura.

With a light sigh, Hualou Junxiu no longer defended, held the natural selection, and made a famous shot!

"Creation Technique, One Sword Moves the Famine!"

The colorful sword slashed down, and the dead lonely peak cliff actually appeared alive, and the green grass drilled out of the soil, covering the entire lonely peak in an instant.

"It's good to come!"

Situ Zhaojing's Soul Snatching Sword directly impacted the Heavenly Chosen Colorful Sword Hua, and the forbidden moves rushed to each other, and the lone peak under the feet of the two was impacted, and the peak suddenly collapsed.

The sword qi and death qi that were originally driven into the peak also exploded in an instant at this moment, causing the entire lone peak to shatter.

"Die long!" Que Tingfang was shocked, spurting out a mouthful of blue blood again, and Edgeworth avoided it.

The six black-robed Dao people were also swept away by the terrifying aura of the two, and they flew away, and as for the tens of thousands of weird black shadows they brought, half of them were swept away into ashes.

One breath and two breaths, Situ Zhaojing was finally defeated by Hualou Junxiu's creation technique, and after being hit hard and flying hundreds of miles, the wolf fell to the ground, his cloak was scattered, and he no longer had the demeanor of a king.

After Hualou Junxiu struck Situ Zhaojing, a sword swung into the land of the collapsed mountain peak, and countless flying stones swirled around the colorful sword qi, but after ten breaths, the broken lonely peak actually recondensed and returned to its original state.

Tianxuan flew back to the scabbard, Hua Lou Junxiu slowly fell from the sky, wiped a trace of blue blood from the corner of his mouth, and his indifferent gaze passed through the white mist of death, and fell on Situ Zhaojing.

"This seat is defeated! In three hundred years, this seat will not come again! Retreat!" Situ Zhaojing turned around and left Qi Menglou's territory with his army.

"My friend, Hualou Xianzao, I didn't expect you to hide so deeply!" Que Tingfang coughed up blood, patted his friend on the shoulder, and routinely sneered.

Burst!

Hua Lou Junxiu suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and put away the Heavenly Selection Sword: "Let's go back!"

"Well... Friends...?"

"It doesn't matter, the Jindan period is too low after all. Hualou Junxiu once again wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stepped on the death cloud steps, and returned to Qimenglou.

Mu Weiming, it's almost time to recover.

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