Villain: I am not good at fighting.

Due to the limitations of the underground environment, Liu Muqing cast the earth formation to sink the sand, but the power was limited. If the Son of the Divine Dragon were to become desperate, the risk she would have to take would be too great.

With light lotus steps, she stepped onto Xiao Hei's huge head, glanced at the seriously injured and unconscious Bian He, hesitated for two seconds and whispered:

"Let's go."

Xiao Hei stared with his two snake eyes like bright lights, spitting out apricots, and used his huge body to circle around the blood pool, then chased out along the cave.

On the surface, the talisman of the Holy Son of the Dragon changed from gold to black. The turbid air gained the upper hand and eroded his entire body. From a distance, he looked like a demon god with monstrous evil spirit.

He was now anxious and irritable, and had no time to think about why the no-fly formation was still there. He exerted force on his feet, bounced up, and ran towards the nearest city gate.

At the city gate, flowers, plants and trees of various colors are interwoven into a web, which is filled with dense spiritual energy and can absorb the attacks of Qi-refining monks' magic weapons, and grow taller and taller.

The Qi-refining monks were helpless and could only despair as they felt their Qi, blood and essence rapidly draining away from their bodies.

"Someone come, save us..."

When people face an irresistible disaster, they will have a strong spiritual sustenance and need a hero to come.

"I don't want to die yet. I've been displaced and away from home. I finally cultivated to the tenth level of Qi Refining. I haven't enjoyed this wonderful world yet. Who can save us..."

Bang bang bang, the ground shook violently, and a demon shadow fell from the sky, ignoring their lives, knocking away several Qi-refining monks who were unable to dodge along the way, and crashed into the bundle of vine flowers.

The bundle of vine flowers endured the huge impact force and finally could not hold on any longer and broke into pieces. The surviving Qi-refining monks saw this scene.

Hope was born in his heart, and he showed ecstasy, but the hope froze on his face the next second. After the vine flowers, there was another layer of formation, the Ximeng water prison.

There are many water areas in Cambrian. With the power of heaven and earth, the water prison is several times stronger than the vine flowers. The look of despair once again defeats reason.

The demon shadow even let out an earth-shattering roar, and the nearest few Qi-refining monks were blown into a bloody mist, and then absorbed by the demon shadow armor.

"He... he is absorbing our blood and energy. Is he refining us?"

When the surviving Qi-refining monks saw this scene, they felt only hatred in their hearts. They had just experienced despair, twice. At this time, the demon shadow suddenly turned around and rushed back the way he came.

"The mortal world is like hell, and all living beings suffer. Devil, it is time for you to be executed."

A black dragon emitting sacred light, no, a divine dragon, appeared in the sight of the Qi-refining monks, and on it stood a stunningly beautiful woman in a black robe.

The woman held the Hanchi sword of the Holy Dragon Maiden in her hand, and frost gathered like flowers scattered by a fairy from heaven. She resolutely rushed towards the demon who was refining their essence and blood.

"Saint Dragon Maiden, Saint Dragon Maiden, save us!"

Some people in the crowd were desperate and were kneeling down in the direction of the black dragon. They were in desperate need of a savior.

"The Holy Dragon Lady saves the suffering and the distressed, has great compassion and mercy, and protects all directions."

"The Holy Dragon Lady saves the suffering, is merciful and compassionate, and protects all directions..."

They prayed earnestly...

I hope that the owner of the Hanchi sword can kill the evil dragon with one sword and kill this demon as the legend says.

As for why the Shenlong looks so similar to the evil dragon...

Sin, not at all. The dragon is as holy as Buddha, and his eyes are like the lamp that saves them from the sea of ​​suffering. How can he be compared with those bloodthirsty beasts?

During the battle, the Holy Dragon Maiden in their eyes glanced at them, and then the green light in her other hand disappeared, followed by a painful scream from the demon shadow.

"The Saint is responding to us..."

The hope of life was re-gathered, and they became even more devout, like foolish and ignorant fanatics.

"A top-grade magic weapon?"

The Holy Son of the Divine Dragon looked at his broken arm with great rage. The Fu General's black armor was also partially broken, and the foul air overflowed surged. He... had no chance.

"Even if I die, I will drag you down with me!"

The divine punishment was about to come, and the Holy Son of the Dragon had lost his last hope of survival. He tore off the restrictions on the talisman armor, and the black energy became even more violent. In his eyes, there was only the madness of a trapped beast fighting to the bitter end.

"Is it my illusion that I have the power of faith?"

All the mortals in the city had died and it was impossible to generate luck. The Qi-refining monks were desperate and tried all kinds of methods to develop faith. An outrageous trace of faith power was born in her body.

Liu Muqing ignored the dying struggle of the Holy Son of the Divine Dragon and turned back to take an outrageous look at the Qi-refining monks who were still alive.

"Hahaha……"

The blood prison refines the elixir, and the dragon saves the world.

How foolish and ironic it was that she was the culprit who killed them, but now she had become her most loyal believer.

"Let this fairy save you, hahahaha..."

The Cicada Wing Sword emitted an ear-piercing sound, and the peak state of the initial stage of foundation building seemed to have broken through the window paper and stepped into the next level.

The middle stage of foundation building.

A ray of Taixuan Dao essence flowed into the sword. Liu Muqing held up the cicada wing high, grasped the cold dragon horizontally, and the sword's heart was clear.

"The person beside me is not my lover, the moon outside the wall is the moon in my dream

My heart has always been that of a passer-by, just because people are unfeeling. "

The bright peach blossom eyes fell into deathly silence. All the colors in the world were reduced to black and white. All the men in the world were dull and tasteless.

I am like the emotionless heaven, a bystander gazing at the heaven and earth, looking down from above, cutting off all worldly ties.

Swordsmanship: Supreme Forgetfulness!

All the turbid air has entered his body, and the Holy Son of the Dragon has lost the qualification to control the dragon energy. Facing Liu Muqing's trump card sword, his only advantage is the late stage of foundation building created by Qingdan.

I saw a gap between his eyebrows and a bloody vertical pupil grew out. Then a vague shadow appeared behind him, with three heads and six arms and two horns on its forehead.

“Below the Netherworld, in the dark abyss, I will take your life as bait.

Please come in, the outer demon! "

The sky was filled with dark clouds and thunder was gathering in the sky. The punishment from heaven had already come. The powerful fluctuations of spiritual energy were causing disturbances within a thousand miles.

Master Maohua, who was far away on the Ice Road, opened his eyes, a lotus blossomed under his feet, and he took three steps into the air, disappearing into the cave carved out of ice and snow.

The shadow of the demon collided with the sword light, causing a terrifying recoil. Liu Muqing vomited blood and flew backwards with Xiao Hei, plowing deep grooves on the ground.

The Holy Son of the Divine Dragon swayed slightly, and wanted to take a closer look to kill Liu Muqing, but the heavenly punishment had already formed above his head. Under the overwhelming power of heaven, his whole body could not help but tremble, and he was unable to move.

I'm not willing to accept this! I'm not willing to accept this!

At the last moment of his life, the Holy Son of the Dragon raised his hand with difficulty and pointed at Liu Muqing, who was bleeding profusely, his voice filled with endless resentment.

"I... curse you. All your wishes... will be in vain. All your loves... will not be granted. You will be entangled by karma... and you will not die a good death!"

Rumble…

The punishment from heaven came, and in just a moment, the Holy Son of the Dragon disappeared into thin air.

"The Supreme Forgetfulness is not emotionlessness. It is not bound by love, nor is it trapped by love. However, I have replaced emotionlessness with emotionlessness, and the power is ultimately inferior."

Liu Muqing felt a slight pain between her eyebrows. The last words of the Holy Son of the Dragon seemed to contain some unknown power that attached to her.

"It seems like something has entered my body?"