Villain: I am not good at fighting.

Thunder Hammer, explode!

The moment it came into contact with the relic, the top-grade magic weapon in Bodhi Dharmakāya's hand exploded, and the powerful spiritual energy turbulence blew up a space vortex.

Tear ~

The dark and transparent space vortex swallowed the two of them in the blink of an eye. Liu Muqing was wrapped in colorful light and rushed out of the vortex.

Now she and the weapon spirit had only one thought in their minds, which was to run. The old monster in the Nascent Soul stage was no match for her, a little Jindan stage cultivator.

Even with the amplification of the weapon spirit, it would not work. The gap in realm would become more difficult to make up as the time goes on.

Thumb thump thump thump...

The sound of the piano was rapid and uninterrupted. Liu Muqing's afterimage appeared a hundred feet away, while her real body appeared at the farther edge.

A suffocating feeling of oppression came from behind her. She did not dare to stay for a moment. In the vortex of space behind her, Kong Wen was shining with golden light and meditating in the void.

A giant golden hand passed through the clouds covered by black wind and descended from the sky, covering the entire world, no matter how Liu Muqing tried to escape.

She was in the center of this giant golden hand. At this moment, she was like the Maluo in the Buddhist scriptures, who was suppressed by the Buddha with one hand.

Supernatural power—control the birth and death of things!

Liu Muqing has always been a righteous person who has been calculating without any intention, and has always been successful in everything she does.

Today, she didn't expect that these Yuanying old monsters didn't care about the lives of their disciples at all. They set an ambush and waited for her to join the game.

She had misjudged the moral level of the Yuanying old monster. Their moral level can fluctuate.

When necessary, he can be like me and do whatever it takes!

What should I do? I will surely die if this continues...

Just when Liu Muqing was extremely anxious and didn't know what to do, a large ochre-colored seal with a carved Qilin appeared from bottom to top.

He held off Kong Wen's giant golden hand. Was there anyone who could save him?

Liu Muqing couldn't figure it out, but she seized the opportunity at this moment and escaped from the range of life and death of the palm.

But when she escaped from a place that was not the Black Wind Road, the sky and the earth were distorted and blurred, and the space was swaying in the wind.

A powerful suction force was pulling her into the endless darkness ahead.

The universe is as vast as the sleeves, and the sun and the moon are as long as the robe.

This is the secret of Nalan Kongming's sleeve. He just escaped from the wolf's den and fell into the tiger's mouth. A cruel look flashed across Liu Muqing's face.

The reason why she dared to act like this in the Black Wind Road was because the space barrier of the Black Wind Road was unstable, and the Yuanying old monster wanted to use his space magic to capture her.

dream!

The Lingxiao Sword was unsheathed, and twenty-four magic flying swords exploded at the same time. This method of hurting the enemy by a thousand would hurt one's own eight hundred.

Other cultivators would hesitate for a long time at the critical moment of life and death, but Liu Muqing was already able to do it with ease.

The space barrier was shattered, dark and chaotic colors became the main color, collapsed, twisted, and chaotic, and the space barrier could no longer heal.

Destruction came like the center of a storm, like a deep-sea turbulence raging in the ocean, beginning to absorb all the surrounding matter.

Nalan Kongming appeared at the periphery of the space turbulence with a grim expression on his face. His sleeves were blown to pieces, and the young man's white arms destroyed his former immortal demeanor.

"Amitabha, Donor Nalan, why do you want to stop me?"

Liu Muqing had no chance of escape. It was only at the critical moment that Nalan Kongming intervened, which gave Liu Muqing the space to self-destruct the Lingxiao Sword.

Under the palm's edge of birth and death, Liu Muqing was compressed in a very small space, and the only thing in the world was the golden giant hand.

If she self-destructs her magic flying sword, the only person who can be killed is herself.

The world in the sleeve is to fold the surrounding space and then use infinite suction to collect it, just like storing items.

If it were in the outside world, where the space is stable, this kind of magical power would be the most difficult to deal with, but here is the Black Wind Road, where the space barrier is weak.

The folding space in the sleeve is filled with people and objects, just like a time bomb.

"She was once my disciple, Daoxuan. As the head of the sect, I should clean up the sect."

Nalan Kongming explained calmly.

"In my opinion, Donor Nalan is coveting that spiritual weapon."

"Old bald donkey, we have been friends for many years, and you look at me like this?

With a flickering light, the figure of Guan Feixuan, the leader of the Hehuan Sect, appeared between the two of them.

"Stop arguing, the little girl is not dead."

Guan Feixuan had a strange expression. Her yang body pinched her eyebrows and the yin body's eyebrows cracked, revealing a dark-blue vertical pupil.

His pupils were like endless stars, reflecting the scene of Liu Muqing struggling to survive in the turbulence of space.

Colorful flowing light protected his body, the talisman shattered the black armor, his pupils were half clear and half dark, he was held hostage by the turbulence of space, sinking and rising.

"What a poor little girl!"

These were what the three said openly, but in their hearts they all sighed at how powerful the spiritual weapon was, as it could actually withstand the impact of spatial turbulence.

"If this continues, the little girl will be sucked into the depths of the Black Wind Road."

There were taboos there that they dared not approach.

Master Xuansheng, the last eminent monk of the Xuan generation in Lingtai Temple, went to the depths of the Black Wind Road and passed away shortly after returning.

"It seems that we can only call other people over."

In a place like space turbulence, only cultivators with thick skin and strong flesh can stay there temporarily.

Two talismans appeared at Nalan Kongming's fingertips, one yellow and one blue.

"What are you..."

Guan Feixuan glanced at him, not understanding the purpose of the blue talisman.

"An elder from outside the domain asked me to find this little girl. Don't worry, he is not interested in spiritual weapons."

The two-color talisman burned, and soon the escape lights of Qin Zhan, Zou Xian, Helian Qi and others appeared nearby.

As the blue talisman burned, somewhere in the distant northern region, the white-browed and white-haired Venerable Xuanxiao raised his head and looked in the direction of the Black Wind Road.

Beside him, the Earth-Splitting Demon Ape, the Green-Winged Demon Mantis, the Wind Eagle King, and a two-headed, four-armed demon that had never appeared before, surrounded him.

It’s just that the iron rod was broken, the green wings were dull, the Eagle King’s wings were broken, and those who surrounded him... all became corpses!

On the other side of the Black Wind Road, there was a boundless sea of ​​suffering. A small boat was floating on the surface. The boat had no bottom, and on it sat a big monk with a brocade robe, wide ears and a fat head.

The big monk looked up and ahead, his eyes shining with wisdom, as if he could see through the void and see the scene on the other side of the Black Wind Road.

"Amitabha!"

Among all religions, Taoism is the only one that is supreme.

Hopefully, this time, he can get ahead of Tao and continue the cause and effect for Buddha.

The big monk slowly stood up and took a step forward. The bottomless boat behind him turned into a tiny black dot.

With another step, he appeared on the shore of the Bitter Sea. The raging black wind blew his sleeves. The spatial barrier was weak and powerless, but he stood still.

On the other side, Liu Muqing relied on the Seven Divine Lute Spirits to protect her body and struggled to hold on in the turbulence of space.

As a person in the early stage of Jindan, she had no ability to break free from the turbulence of space and could only watch her spiritual power being drastically depleted and she died slowly.

But even so, she had no regrets and would rather die in the turbulence of space than fall into the hands of Yuanying again.

Throughout her life, she had been walking on thin ice, being reckless and timid at times, but she had never been afraid of death. She only regretted that her strength was improving too slowly and she was not qualified to challenge Nascent Soul.

"Senior Qi Ling, I have misled you."

"Humph, I am originally an evil weapon, born from the seven emotions and six desires. Since the day I was born, I have had three masters. You are the best to me."

The spirit of the weapon did not blame him. Its childish tone revealed stubbornness and seriousness. It actively released its original energy to prevent the spatial turbulence from hurting Liu Muqing in the slightest.