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The moment the blood-red sword light flew out, Huaqing Mio's heart was filled with resentment and demons, and her peach blossom eyes instantly turned into shocking blood-red eyes.He can recognize Qingluan bird, in fact, the story between him and Qingluan Immortal General is far more than that!

But after 3000 years of Dao struggle, even Qingluan Immortal General, who also cultivated the Dao of Extreme Love, came down to kill him.

What kind of affection, what kind of agreement will never change, heh!

Hanaqing Mio swung her sword head-on.

Immortal Qingluan immediately raised her hand to protect it, and clasped her fingers to set up a spiritual shield.Outside this fluctuating spiritual energy shield, the blood-red long sword shone brightly, pressing hard into the shield like a drill.

The sword is red, as red as blood.

In the sword qi emanating from the spiritual power hood, the purest demonic qi clearly oozes out.Except for the Heavenly Demon in the Demon Prison, he had never seen such a fierce evil spirit.

In the past, No.30 Ertian Immortal Emperor Hana Qing Mio fell into a demon.

Immortal Qingluan pursed her lips, and her expression became more and more strange in an instant.He looked sad, but also seemed incredible.When he was in a daze, the spiritual power shield had already been broken into a fingernail-sized fragment by the sharp sword energy.

The fragments exploded like a spider's web, and then covered with a light blue spiritual power cover.The net gradually shrunk inward, struggling to make up for the defect of that fragment, but was still defeated by Huaqing Mio's blood sword attack.

Bang!

The sword energy soaring to the sky surged from the top of Cuiluo Mountain.

The light blue spiritual power cover shattered into silk threads, and the aftermath exploded in all directions.The unlucky Qingluan fairy distorted his figure into thin lines in the collision of spiritual power, and his handsome face fluctuated.He raised his right hand and stretched out his hand towards Hana Kiyomi as hard as he could.

Huaqing Mio pursed her lips in the gust of wind, her two long brows furrowed at the temples at some point, and the expression in her eyes also became strange.

This Immortal General Qingluan looked as if he wanted to talk to him.It was like, trying to hug him, Hana Sei Mio.

On the third bone of the right index finger of Immortal Qingluan, the waist card from Bi Luotian is still clasped.A palm-sized rosewood-colored waist card, engraved with a gold seal, adorned with a six-inch-long silk ribbon of seven colors.

The blood sword flew back to Huaqing Mio's left hand, but the blade was still pointing at Qingluan Immortal General behind the shattered spiritual power shield.

Qingluan Immortal will walk step by step against the strong wind, and every time he takes a step forward, the blood on his body will flow more violently.Yu Guanxia Jun's face was pale, his lips parted and closed, trying to call out Hana Qing Mio's name again.

"Qing'er..."

Hanaqing Mio was suffocated, but forced herself to sneer and raise her eyebrows. "You still want to fight with me?"

The blood-red sword tip pointed to the colorful scars under the torn clothes of Immortal Qingluan.Every scar can be seen deep into the bone, and the flesh and blood rotted from the wound cut by the sword energy.

"No," Immortal Qingluan walked up to Huaqing Mio, holding her right arm straight up like a javelin. "I just want to give you back this badge."

The blood-red sword pointed lightly, flipping the waist card neatly.The seven-color silk ribbon hooked the tip of the sword, and the waist badge fell on the sword with a clatter.A gust of wind swept sand and rocks from the top of Cuiluo Mountain, but the three gold seal characters on the waist card were still intact.

"Just now when your spiritual energy collided with mine, I protected it."

Qingluan Immortal General Xinxin raised her face, as if she was trying hard to please Hana Qingmi.Immortal Qingluan was born with slender brows and long eyes, the tails of her narrow and long eyes were naturally drawn up, and she smiled a little shyly.

Qingluan Immortal General hasn't laughed for many years.The corners of the lips twitched several times before mobilizing the facial muscles with difficulty, but the eyes were still staring at Hanasey Mio, as if they couldn't see enough.

The smile was too stiff, ruining his originally handsome features.

It looks a little ugly.It's a little weird.

Hanaki Mio frowned.Then the tip of the sword turned over, and the waist plate that was originally placed on the blood-red sword fell to the ground.With a light step on the black leather pointed boots, the waist plate snapped and broke from the center.

Huaqing Mio withdrew her sword, sneered and crossed her chest. "I don't need you to remember me."

With a little force on the black leather pointed boots, the waist badge was crushed into powder under his feet.One after another, the golden seal from Biluotian turned into a little bit of golden light on the top of Cuiluo Mountain.

Annihilated in an instant.

"Qing'er, I..."

"There is no such thing as Qing'er or Huaxianjun in this world." Huaqing Mio's tone was still cold. "Qingluanniao, I think that I was drunk with you in the past, and today's matter is over."

After Hanaki Mio finished speaking, she turned around and left.

Immortal Qingluan will stagger after him.

The blood-red sword tip suddenly protruded from Huaqing Mio's armpit, pointing directly at the Tanzhong acupoint on Qingluan Immortal General's chest.With his back turned to him, Huaqing Mio was dressed in a red dress, and said calmly: "If you keep pestering me, stop blaming XX and turn your back on him."

His words were harsh, and his actions were decisive.

In the strong wind, the black hair behind the red dress fluttered like a waterfall, and then fell again.The clouds and mist gradually gathered again, and the green mist blocked the fierce battle on the top of Cuiluo Mountain.In just three or four breaths, Mio Hanaqing had already stepped on the toes of the Baishui River, and crossed the opposite bank with the wind like a dry reed.

thump!

Immortal General Qingluan, who was covered in scars all over his body, finally staggered and fell down, crawled several times, but couldn't get up.

He was hurt too badly.

After the light blue spiritual power cover was cracked, sword energy spread all over his body, and wisps of black devil energy penetrated into the flesh and blood along the wound, devouring the soul.The heavenly devil energy originating from the ancient devil prison, as long as it enters the soul of the ascetic, there will be no extravagant hope of cultivating immortality in this life.

The celestial beings in the 33rd day of the blue fall are most afraid of the demons, and the color of the talk changes because the demonic energy in the demon prison can destroy the roots of immortals.

Immortal Qingluan will prostrate on the ground, with black blood all over her body.

In the distance, Huaqing Mio, who had already crossed the river, looked back lightly, and saw that the aura that the Qingluan Immortal would envelope the top of Cuiluo Mountain was gradually disappearing, and she smiled with satisfaction.He took out the red umbrella from his armpit and propped up the sun again.

Bai Shuihaotang, gradually, that red dress went far away.

**

Nether world, inside the deep prison.

A blue light suddenly appeared in the dark golden high chair in the palace, which was originally empty.

In the Nether King's Hall, the 36 abyssal cave masters put down their affairs one after another, bowed their heads, and brushed off their sleeves.

"Welcome Lord Yuan back to the palace!"

A young man dressed in a black cloak slowly emerged from the dark golden high chair, with a light fur and a loose belt, and twelve crowns on his head.It's a pity that the eyebrows are shrouded in the back of the spell, and it is impossible to see the whole picture.

If Huaqing Mio had been present at this moment, she might have gasped in surprise, marveling at the fact that the face of the young Yuanzhu after the spell was vaguely similar to that of General Biluotian Qingluan.

It's a pity that Huaqing Mio is not here, and the 36 cave masters of Youming have never seen Yuanzhu's true face.

"Master Yuan, did you gain anything in Beiju Luzhou this time?" The cave master of the third cave raised his head eagerly, his purplish red face did not hide his curiosity at all.

"Don't mention it!" The young Master Yuan waved his hand, then put his right hand on his forehead and sighed. "How did the news that there was a fairy grave in Cuiluo Mountain, Luzhou, Beiju, the lower realm, spread to the Hehuan Sect?"

The cave masters looked at each other in blank dismay, and after a while, their gazes fell on Fang Qian, the No.30 six cave master who was in charge of Beiju Luzhou.

Fang Qian was forced to hold the jade wat out of the queue, with a wry smile on his face. "Yuanzhu, it is said that this fairy grave was left during the Daoist War. There have been different opinions over the years, and I don't know which fairy's grave it is."

"I ask you, how did the news reach the Hehuan Sect!" The young master Yuan suddenly spoke harshly, raised his eyebrows, and gave Fang Qian a stare.

No.30 Six Cave Master Fang Qian hurriedly knelt down on one knee, pressing his hands on the blue brick floor, his body in the crimson gauze robe trembling. "Yuan, Lord Yuan, I think the Hehuan Sect is not sure yet, so I just went to find out."

"Presumably? Not sure?" The young Master Yuan gritted his teeth and sneered, and the jade crown shot twelve lightning eyes. "Gu ordered you to wait for the 36th cave to investigate this matter, is this how you do things?"

thump!thump!

A large area fell to its knees on the blue brick floor. All the cave masters of the 36 caves knelt on one knee, lowered their heads and said in a respectful voice: "I dare not!"

Lord Yuan tapped the armrest of the golden chair lightly with his fingertips, and after a while, his brows and eyes moved after the clouds and mist swirled around. "Whose is that grave on Cuiluo Mountain?"

The topic came back again.This time, not only Fang Qian, the master of No.30 Sixth Cave, but all the cave masters were downcast.If the fuck knew whose grave it was, how could they have spent 3000 years asking around?

Now in the three realms, everyone knows that the Lord of Deep Prison hides someone in his heart.Or, hiding a dead man.

The origin of this dead man is quite mysterious. It is said that he was the Bi Luo Tian Xianjun who fell before the Dao Contest.This fairy fell extremely bleakly. Before he died, he picked out the bones of the fairy, and he did not enter reincarnation after death.

The Hell of the Nether Realm was established 3000 years ago. The cave masters of the 36 caves were recruited from all walks of life, and their average lifespan was less than ten thousand years. No one knew the secret history of that period.There are many kinds of things, after pooling and analyzing the intelligence from all parties, there are tens of thousands of immortals who died in ancient times, but the only ones who died so miserably are the immortals of the Dao of Extreme Love.

When the head of the Ruthless Dao Sect, Yayan, was appointed Emperor, Jiqing Dao encountered unprecedented suppression, especially the Fenggong lineage, and many people fell.Some died in battle, some failed to return after being relegated to the lower world, and some whose bones were exposed under the glacier for years, all of them were miserable.

As for self-picking fairy bones?According to legend, there is only one.

It's a pity that this fairy's name has been concealed by the official history, and only the surname Hua is known.Why Xianjun Hua fell, by whom, why he insisted on getting rid of the fairy bones and breaking the fairy road forever, are all mysteries that cannot be solved.

In the vast annals of history, countless names have been annihilated.No one knows where this flower fairy is now.

"Yuanzhu," No.30 No. [-] Six Cave Master Fang Qian raised his head in deliberation, and swallowed before opening his mouth.Because Yuanzhu went to Beiju Luzhou this trip, which was considered to be on his land, he had to ask a few more questions cautiously. "Do you need my subordinates to send someone to destroy the Hehuan Sect, then go to Cuiluo Mountain, dig three feet of ground, and dig out that grave?"

"you dare!"

He originally intended to please, to make atonement for his crimes, but unexpectedly, the young Master Yuan got up abruptly.A cold wind blew up under the black cloak, revealing the vermilion velvet lining inside.

Fingers as cold as stone twisted his chin, forcing the No.30 No. [-] hole master, Fang Qian, to look up.

"If you dare to dig his grave, Gu will let you... sink into the abyss of blood forever!"

"No, dare not!"

Poor No.30 No. [-] Sixth Cave Master Fang Qian's whole body trembled, and his voice was shrill and out of tune. "Yuanzhu, this subordinate will never dare again!"

"Hmph! Waiting for this to happen, Gu must go to Hehuan Sect himself and destroy his sect!"

The young Master Yuan looked around again, and sneered from his nostrils.Then he twisted his body, and his figure instantly turned into several blue lights, and he left the hall quickly.

All the cave masters didn't dare to raise their heads at first, they knelt on one knee, lowered their heads and shouted loudly: "Farewell Master Yuan!"

After ten breaths, they turned their heads one after another, staring blankly at the dark night full of stars outside the hall.

"Yuanzhu, is this... leaving again?"

"Hush! Silence!"

After another ten breaths, Daoheng, a cave master who is not afraid of death, muttered in a low voice. "Look at this, the Master Yuan has finally found that grave today?"

"Ah, which one?" The cave master of the third cave looked at him with a dull expression.

"Who else is there! Who in the world can make Master Yuan lose his composure like this?" Dao Heng rolled his eyes in disgust, and chuckled mischievously: "Master Yuan probably... finally found that flower fairy What about you!"

"Ah?" Yan Luo was at a loss at first, and then her purple-red face turned red, and she screamed loudly: "Flower Xianjun found it?!"

"Shh!"

"Hush your voice down."

"If you want to die, don't drag everyone together!"

All the cave masters hurriedly rushed forward, stretching out countless hands under their wide sleeves to cover their mouths.

Poor Cave Master of the third cave is disgusted. With an iron ruler, he has conquered countless evil spirits in his life, but today he was almost suffocated to death by his colleagues.

Outside the king's palace, in the dark night of the nether world invisible to the naked eye, the blue light transformed by the young Lord Yuan left the hell, and gathered again at Cuiluo Mountain in Luzhou, the northern part of the lower realm.

The night in the mortal world is deep, and occasionally there are one or two howls of wild wolves in the wind, sometimes mixed with whimpers and ghost cries.On the top of Cuiluo Mountain, the mountain ghosts in colorful clothes are singing lightly on the grass leaves. The singing sounds fall into the ears, and they are all ancient words.Sentences and sentences are sloppy, and only the ending tune can barely be regarded as tactful.

A blue light quietly covered the entire Cuiluo Mountain under the night, silently.

The young Lord Yuan seems to have disappeared.

When the sky is getting white, the dewdrops are still bouncing on the tips of the grass blades, and the spring breeze is blowing.The blue light suddenly disappeared without a sound.

In a hidden cave halfway up the mountain, a young man in a black cloak hung upside down among the stalactites, closed his eyes, and smiled slightly.

rub!

The young Master Yuan jumped off the ground, and instantly turned into a monster bird more than a foot tall, with brilliant emerald feathers all over his body.Vermilion's long beak opened slightly, she tilted her head slightly, and looked deep into the cave.

"Jiujiu, ah no, Huaxianzun...you don't want to avoid this king!"

The fairy tomb cave was silent, tick tock, only the water drops falling between the stalactites responded to the young Master Yuan.

Green smoke rolled from nowhere filled the fairy tomb, and within the smoke, the young Master Yuan also transformed himself, swaying his plump green-feathered bird body, and walked a few steps with his head held high.The vermillion red like a hook lightly opened its long beak, and once again made an extremely clear bird song.

"Chirp—!"