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The dark clouds gradually moved, the sky seemed to be getting darker, and the dead trees rustled, with a permeating chill, gradually gathering towards this space.

Xiao Jiu was the first to react, "The host! It's dangerous!"

Chu Qiumo opened his eyes suddenly, and rolled his body forward to avoid the attack coming from behind his ears, "Who!"

A dark mist circled around like flowing water, and hit the young man on the ground again. Chu Qiumo's eyes darkened, his fingers quickly condensed into a tactic, and the blue light shot straight towards the black mist.

"Demons and ghosts, don't show up quickly!"

Jie Jie——

There was a strange laugh in the black mist, as if an unknown creature was swallowing saliva, and countless whispers sounded——

"I can't stand the smell."

"It's so fragrant, it must be more delicious with flesh and blood."

"What's left of the ink?"

"Little beauty..."

Chu Qiumo sneered, her beautiful face was covered with frost, "Want to eat me? It depends on whether you have that fate!"

The young man opened his fingers wide, and a blue long sword gradually formed in his hand. He grabbed it suddenly, and drew a sharp sword shadow with his raised hands.

Swah——

The green light in the dark night was particularly dazzling, and the black mist dissipated with one blow, and before Chu Qiumo could heave a sigh of relief, the black mist gathered again!

"Little beauty, you can't kill us~"

"We are dead Jie Jie~"

"Gulong, it's even more fragrant~"

The black mist rolled and twisted in the air, and its shape became bigger again. Then it suddenly lifted up and roared towards the boy on the ground——

"go to hell!"

The young man's eyes were sharp, the blue sword in his hand was unpredictable, the sword was fierce, and the cold light hit the black mist directly. The moment he was wrapped in the black mist, the young man held his breath and condensed a layer of protective shield around his body.

The disgusting voice seemed to be in his ears, Chu Qiumo gritted his teeth and persisted, but the protective cover became weaker and weaker, and strands of black air hovered over the protective cover, waiting for an opportunity to move.

"Oh shit!"

The black mist was endless, but when his spiritual power was exhausted, Chu Qiumo thought for a moment, and then quickly made a decision. He opened the Qiankun bag, and took out the ancient Mingzhong——

The ancient Ming clock in the white palm was dark and simple, suspended in the palm delicately, exuding a faint golden light.

The moment Gu Ming Zhong appeared, those Xie Chong became a little afraid, and Chu Qiumo clearly felt the black mist around him fade a little.

"Heh, Rong Yan, if I die here, you have to take full responsibility."

After all, the young man clasped his wrists slightly, and the aura in his palms was overwhelming, the blue light was more dazzling than before, he actually used the overdrawn vitality as the price to drive the ancient Ming clock!

The palm-sized ancient Ming bell gradually grows larger, revealing layers of phantoms. The sound of the bell from far to near is distant and desolate, making people feel as if they are in a temple full of sandalwood, and the Lingtai is cleared.

The black mist seemed to distort for a moment, and when the bell just rang, it quickly retreated, and a hoarse and strange laughter came from the night, "Little beauty, you are looking for death~"

Chu Qiumo began to sweat coldly on his forehead. He continuously transmitted spiritual energy to the ancient Ming clock, and gritted his teeth, "So what?"

The black mist didn't speak any more, as if it had disappeared into the dry forest.

But the strong sense of spying told Chu Qiumo that they must still be hiding somewhere, waiting for his aura to be exhausted, and then come to eat them all.

It's all Rong Yan's fault!

Chu Qiumo bit the tip of his tongue, and the tingling pain made his dizzy head clear again. He thought angrily, if Rong Yan hadn't acted so decisively, he would never have fallen into such a mess.

Yes, knowing that the little apprentice had a lot of top-grade magic weapons, Rong Yan took them all back. His purpose was to exercise the little apprentice's courage, not to let him stay alone in the defensive magic weapons for a day.

Rong Yan's cultivation itself came out of the sea of ​​swords and blood. He looks glamorous, cold and noble, but deep down he is cruel and ruthless, decisive in killing. When he was young, he did not know how many times he had experienced worse than this. The harsh environment, so he naturally felt that even if he encountered danger, his little apprentice could overcome it.

What's more, what danger can there be outside the eight burial forest? It's nothing more than some lonely ghosts.

"Fuck! Why hasn't Rong Yan come here yet!"

The boy's face was extremely pale, and his body was on the verge of falling. He could almost hear the excited laughter of the monsters not far away—as if they were expecting him to fall.

Gu Mingzhong is an ancient magic weapon. At its maximum power, it can sweep away three thousand monsters and purify all the filth in the world. However, Chu Qiumo's cultivation base is limited, and he can only exert less than one percent of its power, which is enough to protect himself. Even those monsters couldn't suppress it.

The sky was getting darker and darker, the thick dark clouds rolled and rumbled, and the lightning like a snake shuttled through the clouds, and the sky and the earth brightened for a moment.

The strong wind almost uprooted the dead tree, and the sudden torrential rain poured down, and the big raindrops hit the face and body, causing pain.

Chu Qiumo's clothes were completely soaked, and the cold air gradually invaded his body. With the exhaustion of the spiritual energy in his body, he couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood. He didn't know if it was because of the rain. become blurred...

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Rong Yan, who was in the Wanming Hall, frowned, just a moment ago, his heart suddenly ached.

The master of the Wanming Palace carefully observed the expression of the fairy, and said attentively, "If the fairy is not too troublesome, you can stay in the Wanming Palace for a night."

In the brightly lit and gorgeous palace, a grand reception banquet was being held. Immortal Jin Yuan, who had not been in the sect for a hundred years, came to the Wanming Hall. The owner of the Wanming Hall was flattered and immediately sent someone to find him His daughter went.

Immortal Jinyuan is a great power during the tribulation period. If he can make a relationship, even if he makes his daughter a slave, he will be happy, not to mention that he is most proud of this eldest daughter, who has a beautiful appearance. , The country is unparalleled.

jingle jingle-

A crisp and pleasant bell rang, and a girl in red suddenly entered from outside the hall, with a graceful figure, fair skin and beautiful skin.

As soon as the girl came in, she asked coquettishly, "Daddy, why are you looking for Yuying?"

She didn't seem to see the man on the main seat, and ran to the master of Wanming Hall in small steps, with a delicate posture like a little girl, making her look even more pure and innocent.

A smile flashed across the corner of the mouth of the master of the Wanming Temple, but then he restrained himself and pretended to scold, "The Immortal Lord is here, why are you so presumptuous!"

The girl pursed her lips aggrievedly, and saluted the man on the main seat with a sweet voice, "Yuying sees Xianjun."

Her waist is extremely low, her slender waist is not enough to hold, her neck is even more slippery white, and she is dressed in a red dress that is as fierce as fire. She is really a stunning beauty.

Rong Yan's gaze remained unchanged, his expression indifferent.

The girl's sweet smile froze, but when she remembered the handsome and deep face of that man just now, her heart beat faster unconsciously, "Xianjun, there are lightning and thunder outside, and the shower is like a waterfall, why don't you stay in this Wanming Palace for one night? "

It has to be said that the brain circuits of the father and daughter are quite consistent. Li Yuying slightly raised her head at the best angle, only to find that the man on the main seat frowned and his face was extremely ugly.

She thought she had said something wrong, and tremblingly said, "Xianjun?"

Rong Yan immediately stood up, his eyes glanced at the father and daughter indifferently, and disappeared into the hall.

The father and daughter looked at each other in blank dismay.

The cold air in early spring is already heavy, let alone in such a heavy rainy night, the rain falls to the ground like a sharp sword, splashing bursts of water.

Rong Yan walked in the dark night, the raindrops did not fall on him at all, his eyes were calm, but the irritability in his heart was getting deeper and deeper.

Tsing Yi Xianjun's body was like an afterimage, almost shrunk to an inch.

Before arriving at the Eight Burial Forest, Rong Yan's pupils shrank suddenly, for no other reason, there was an extremely dark aura in this forest, definitely not something the young apprentice could handle.

He closed his eyes, and his huge consciousness almost covered the entire forest. Then, the man opened his eyes and disappeared in place again.

The heavy rain was still pouring down, washing away the bloody water all over the ground.

Rong Yan stood quietly in the darkness, looking at the empty space and the fading blood, there seemed to be a storm gathering in his eyes.

Gu Yuezhong was lying askew in the grass at his feet, Rong Yan bent down to pick it up, there was a strong smell of blood on it, his face was calm, but the aura around him was getting stronger and stronger.

boom -

A steady stream of thunder came, thick lightning suddenly appeared, the rain was getting heavier, and the wind was getting bitter.

The monks during the tribulation period were angry, and the heavens and the earth wept for it.

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In a damp and cold cave somewhere, Chu Qiumo was lying on the ground, gradually regaining consciousness.

There was pain everywhere in his body... He couldn't help moaning, slowly opened his eyes, and looked around - it was a very dark and dark cave, and there was an unpleasant stench.

Suddenly a rough voice came from my ear, "Jie Jie, little baby, you finally woke up."

Chu Qiumo was startled, and reflexively wanted to look back, but when he moved, the wound on his body was involved, and there was another burst of extreme pain.

The bones of the hands and legs are broken, the sea of ​​consciousness is unstable, and the cultivation base is in jeopardy.

Chu Qiumo closed his eyes, suppressed the anger in his heart, and said calmly, "What do you want to do?"

The boy who usually yelled when he was hurt by a little injury, was surprisingly strong at the moment.

The old man didn't seem to expect him to be so calm, and he said "Huh" with interest, "If you don't meet me, you will be Rong Yan again in a hundred years."

He seemed to have thought of something, and laughed twice in a very excited and strange way.

"But it's okay to meet me. Once my blood sacrifice is successful, you will be able to live forever in another way, haha."

The old man mentioned the young man, and walked towards the cave, the darker the more he went in, the resentful spirit was suffocating, the subtle crying of the baby, the unwilling sound of resentment, and the crazy hissing sound intertwined, making people feel at ease hell.

At the bottom of the cold and damp cave, ominous traces of blood covered the cave wall, faintly forming a formation.

In front of him was a pool of blood, thick and dark blood was churning, and bones were heaving in it. Chu Qiumo only took one look, and felt a nausea rising in his stomach. He turned his head away and retched.

The old man threw the boy on the ground and took out a rusty moon arc knife. His tone was strange and soft, "You can't pass out later, only a living heart will be useful."

Chu Qiumo closed her eyes in despair.

The blade gradually pierced through his clothes and stabbed slowly into the flesh. He laughed at himself: I guess it will be done again.

The teenager's consciousness became weaker and weaker...until he felt a familiar aura surrounding him.

Someone gently hugged him, and whispered eagerly in his ear, "Lingyun? Lingyun?"

There was endless heartache and trembling in that voice, which made people feel sad when they heard it.

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