cute fox arrives

Standing outside the Demon Palace, Qingming said with stern eyes, "Mozun, since Master is dead, all of you in the Demon Palace should go and accompany him."

As he said that, Qingming lifted the fan at hand and placed it in front of his eyes. The body of the fan emitted light inch by inch, and among the dots of starlight, a long sword was revealed.

He casually drew a sword flower, and Qingming formed a magic circle with his left hand, and combined with the sword energy of his right hand, he attacked like a hundred thousand demon soldiers in front of him.

There are strings of light around Qingming, shining like strings of something.

These strings formed a protective magic circle around Qingming, and ordinary magic soldiers couldn't get close at all.

These demon soldiers are nothing more than demons with extremely low cultivation, to Qingming, they are nothing at all.

But in a moment, a way came out.

At the end of the road are the Twelve Demon Lords and the Demon Lord in the middle.

Among the Twelve Demon Lords, there are strange beasts, great demons, and extremely beautiful banshees, all of whom are of extremely high cultivation.

Qingming's sword was extremely fast, as if tearing apart the demonic energy of the demon palace.

The twelve demon kings are divided into four directions, each side has a strange beast to assist, the banshee disturbs, and the big demon attacks.

And their pace is a god-killing formation.

Mozun stood on a high place and said: "Qingming, why lose your life for a corpse."

As if he hadn't heard of it, the strings around him were let out one by one. This god-killing formation was a death formation, if it wasn't for his death, or the death of the Twelve Demon Lords.

The strings circle around Qingming all over the sky, enveloping Qingming.

Suddenly, there was a burst of light, which blinded people a little.

The light broke, and the sword came out for a moment.

With endless spiritual power, he flew towards the Great Eastern Demon.

The strange beast quickly blocked in front of the big demon, and the other three parties were ready to move, trying to pounce on Qingming.

This is the mystery of this formation. Once the people in the formation attack, no matter which side is attacked, the beast resists, the banshee entangles, the big demon will quickly counterattack, and the other three parties will immediately launch attacks on all sides at the same time.

Unfortunately, their opponent is Qingming.

When Sanfang rushed over, the place where Qingming stood behind him quickly pulled out the strings, piercing the heart of the big demon.

The three sides lost their attackers, and the formation became weak.

Qingming Kuaijian made a move, and in a short while, only a few corpses were left lying on the ground.

"Mozun, let's do it."

The Mozun didn't look angry, as if the blood on the ground didn't matter to him.

"Qingyun Sword, Qingyun Qin, they really deserve their reputation."

Qingming didn't want to talk nonsense with him, there was still someone waiting for him.

The demon king came up by stepping on the corpses of countless masters in the demon world. The stronger the opponent, the more excited he will be.

Qingming's white clothes are already stained with blood, and she looks a bit downcast, but her eyes are full of coldness and disdain.

Swinging the long sword, countless sword qi condensed on Qingming's head, ready to move.

Mozun waved it with his hands, and it was a nine-section whip with lightning marks engraved on it. It was a magic circle, so that the whole whip was entangled with lightning bolts.

The rain of swords all over the sky flew over, carrying supreme spiritual power.

Mozun danced a nine-section whip imperviously, isolating the danger.

In the rain of swords all over the sky, the nine-section whip came out through the clouds and came towards Qingming.

The strings of the zither were wrapped around the whip, and because they touched each other, they also carried the shadow of lightning.

The whip and the strings with divine power rubbed against each other, distorting the surrounding air. In an instant, the demon palace that had been dead for thousands of years was blown by wind and sand.

Occasionally, a thunderbolt struck.

The sword in his hand made a move, with a three-point light, stabbing towards the nine-section whip wrapped around the strings.

The nine-section whip is a divine tool, made from the above ancient black iron, added many formations and other materials, and tempered with the spiritual fire of heaven and earth, making the hard black iron as soft as a whip, but with black iron The tenacity, no matter what, cannot be damaged.

So Mozun didn't intend to withdraw his whip.

Although the Qingyun Sword is famous, it cannot be damaged at all. In the world, nothing can damage it.

Sure enough, the moment the Qingming sword touched the whip, it could no longer move forward, as if it had pierced hard iron.

The spiritual power exploded at the place where they met, naturally it couldn't hurt Qingming and Mozun, but it aroused the magic circle of the Demon Palace to protect the entire Demon Palace.

The temple protection circle has a very strong selectivity, and will automatically attack people with godheads.

However, in the crystal coffin in the magic hall, lay a clear and bright master.

The rumbling magic circle attacked the crystal coffin. The crystal coffin was also a treasure. After resisting twice, cracks gradually appeared.

Qingming's heart ached, and she didn't want to have any more entanglements with Mozun.

With a thought, the strings gradually let go of the wrapped nine-section whip.

The Mozun didn't take back the whip, but added another force, making the whip move towards Qingming with endless oppressive feeling, pressing down everywhere, making people unable to move at all.

The whip pierced Qingming's flesh, at the apex of his heart, but he couldn't go deeper.

The Nine-section Whip suddenly turned and attacked the Mozun.

Being attacked by his magic weapon, even the Demon Lord did not react for a while.

Moreover, the nine-section whip was also infused with clear spiritual power, and before he was given time to react, he was drained of strength and fell into a pool of blood, adding another stroke to the blood on the ground.

The Qingyun Sword was practiced by Master Qingming using the spiritual treasures left over from the prehistoric times, and it can control all magical weapons with spiritual energy.

Undoubtedly, the Nine-section Whip is such a divine tool, and originally, as long as the Qingyun sword is in contact with the Nine-section Whip for a while, it can be controlled.

But the crystal coffin in the Demon Palace couldn't last that long, so Qingming deliberately stained the nine-section whip with his own blood. The festival whip is directly connected, allowing Qing Yunjian to control the nine-section whip.

Qingming drew the sword and tore open the magic circle of the demon hall, hugged the master in his arms, and carried the attack of the magic circle for him.

Gently kissed the bloodless lips, and said: "I know, you don't like to see them, don't worry, I won't let them have the opportunity to atone for their crimes against you."

Saying that, an ancient formation appeared at the feet of Qingming, and all the corpses outside the demon hall turned into dry corpses little by little, and the blood on the ground began to flow in a strange direction, and disappeared in a certain void.

I don't know how long it took, but the magic circle under Qingming's feet gradually turned blood red.

The color became more and more intense until it was the color of blood.

Then, there was a burst of red light, and after everything returned to calm, the formation had disappeared, and the corpse in his arms also disappeared, leaving only a faint light.

Qingming's face also became very pale, but after seeing this light spot, a smile appeared on the corner of his bleeding lips.

Put the light spot into your Qiankun bracelet.

The protective circle of the Demon Palace had been broken, and Qingming came out.

Forcing a blood array, the sky will condemn it.

A deep voice came, like countless people talking, as if it was very close, and it seemed to be far away.

The blood formation is an ancient forbidden technique, using blood as a sacrifice, summoning the spirits of heaven and earth, and bringing back souls.

Because a large amount of blood is required for sacrifice, which damages the balance of heaven and earth, it has become a forbidden technique since the end of the prehistoric period and the order of heaven and earth was established, and no one will practice it.

Qingming walked towards Yukun Mountain without looking back, and said, "Then let's see, which piece of heaven dares to condemn me."

Qingming also had heavy scars on her body, and her white robe was already stained red with blood.

The blood on the apex of the heart kept flowing, forming a meandering bloodstain on Qingming's body, flowing into the Qiankun bracelet.

He didn't bother, because only his heart's blood can keep the spirit of the master alive.

When they arrived at Yukun Mountain, Qingming was already at the end of its battle.

Bloodwashing the Demon Palace and forcibly opening ancient forbidden techniques are not something ordinary protoss can do.

Qingming took out the photoelectric, smiled, and said: "We have arrived at Yukun Mountain, Master, I will definitely let you come back."

As he said that, lightning struck Yukun Mountain one after another, and the rumbling sound continued continuously, as if he wanted to smash this sacred mountain of thousands of years into ruins.

It's a pity that Yukun Mountain is the place where the first priest in the prehistoric world was transformed into a god, and it has the spiritual veins of heaven and earth in one body. How can these thunders be able to split it.

The thunder struck for three days and three nights, but Yukun Mountain was still unscathed.

Qingming, on the other hand, has already recovered from his injuries.

There is a hot spring on Yukun Mountain, which has the same origin as Tianchi in Jiuchongtian, and has excellent healing effects.

After soaking in Qingming for three days, most of the injuries on his body healed.

Seeing the light spot in the palm of his hand getting brighter and brighter, Qingming knocked on the white jade pool wall twice.

almost.

Jumping up, hanging in the sky above Yukun Mountain, the white robe fluttered and fluttered. The small light spot on the palm of the hand suddenly became radiant, and Yukun Mountain centered on Qingming, forming a whirlwind.

Corresponding to the nine-day thunder outside the mountain, it is worthy of a scene of the end of the world.

Then, everything returned to calm, the wind stopped, and even the thunder stopped.

As if nothing had happened.

Master, no matter how many years, I will wait.

The vicissitudes of life, reincarnation and so on have never been a big deal for gods.

Especially Qingming, a great god who transcends the order of heaven and earth and is not governed by the six realms.

He has lived for 5000 years, and he still has an unknown age. Just 5000 years, in his long life, is really nothing.

He is also very grateful that it only takes 5000 years, and only 5000 years are enough.

Looking at the small ball in the palm, it is a Firefox, as bright as blood.

This little fox is still very small and soft, Qingming did not give up using a little bit of strength, for fear of accidentally hurting it.

Qingming stood there blankly, a little at a loss.

For 5000 years, he longed for this day, but this day came a little too early, and he hadn't made any preparations for it.

Master's soul is the soul of an ancient god, and there is no living being whose physical body can withstand such a powerful soul.

Therefore, we can only use the soul to build the body. Qingming melts the soul into the spiritual veins of Yukun Mountain, and builds his body with the help of ancient formations. However, it is not easy to build the real with the virtual. Ten thousand years.

Looking at the little thing whose palm is still very weak, the clear heart is very soft, and the master is also reluctant to let him be alone for a long time, so he came to accompany him so early.

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