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It was extremely quiet inside and outside the mask, and the roaring above the head staggered like a noisy background sound in the distance.

"You idiot!" Jian Qing sat down in the center of the magic circle with a bit of exhaustion, raised his eyelids and looked helplessly and tenderly at the triumphant little tiger on the opposite side with his head tilted.

"Jianqing, let me in quickly!" Du Zhilan gently scratched the thin mask with his paws, the fragility of this thing made him tremble with fear.

"No." Jian Qing sighed, shook his head and said: "After the magic circle is opened, unless it is lifted, it will be impossible to pass inside and outside."

Du Zhilan's lowered head clearly expressed disappointment.

"Ka——" There was a soft crisp sound on the top of the mask, but it sounded like thunder on the ground in the ears of the two, and it exploded immediately!

"The magic circle is about to break..." Jian Qing stood up abruptly, the demon-killing sword supporting the eyes of the magic circle above gave out bursts of mournful buzzing, the shaking of the sword became bigger and bigger, and it was about to fall into the dust and turn into a cloud Heap of scrap iron.

"Crack-cha-"

The spider web-like cracks spread rapidly and densely at a speed visible to the naked eye!

"Du Zhilan, hurry up! Go as far as you can!" Seeing that he was stunned and unresponsive, Jian Qing frowned and shouted in the loudest voice.

The little tiger's heart was beating wildly, faster and faster, and his mind was blank.

Are you going to die?

Want to die with Jianqing...?

He saw Jian Qing's lips moving quickly, as if he was talking to himself anxiously.

go...don't!

"Listen to me!" Jian Qing swore that he had never been so nervous in his life, and there was a hint of the mantra in his voice, which instantly brought people back to their senses.

"I am a half-immortal body, and it is not so easy to die. You are different. The power in your body has not been refined, and you will definitely turn into a charred tiger if you are hit with all your strength by the thunder robbery!"

"But..." Du Zhilan tried his best to continue, but was interrupted by Jian Qing forcefully as soon as he opened his mouth.

"No but! Be obedient, if..." Jian Qing paused suddenly, looked straight into the misty eyes of the other party, and said very slowly and softly, "If you are willing to wait for me and won't change your mind, 300 years After that, I will go to the demon world to find you."

"300 years?" Du Zhilan was stunned for a moment.

He opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but he was horrified to see that the cracks had covered the entire mask!

At this moment, the magic circle, which was crumbling amid thunder and lightning, finally shattered amidst the huge shocking noise!

Time seemed to suddenly become extremely slow——

All the sounds went away, and the sight of his eyes became black and white. Du Zhilan was shocked to see an extremely thick black thunder mixed with white lightning, rushing down mercilessly, and the demon sword couldn't even take half a breath. Resist it, and it will be engulfed in an instant, and it will be vaporized and dissipated directly!

The figure under the thunder and lightning stood tall, still looking at him, the fingers under his long sleeve pinched the last formula, and a powerful storm rushed out of his sleeve, directly tossing Du Zhilan to the ground!

The little tiger who was blown far away by the strong wind watched helplessly as the other party was finally swallowed up by lightning, and even quickly turned into a small black spot in the field of vision, covered by tall forest trees, and disappeared.

"Jianqing——!!!"

A mournful cry suddenly resounded from the forest covered by pitch-black thunderclouds, but what echoed him was only the silent friction of the forest and the echoes that echoed continuously.

The dark and terrifying lightning thunder is still hovering in the sky, and the thunder disaster is not over yet!

The open space in the center collapsed several feet below. Elder Jian Qing, who was buried in the mud and lightning, was almost drenched in blood. Gold and black circled around him continuously. He closed his eyes tightly as he was dying, and there were painful tremors under his skin.

Maybe with a few more breaths, the last ray of life will be completely dissipated.

Exactly at this time.

The air not far from him suddenly fluctuated, and an illusory figure slowly emerged from the void and solidified.

The visitor was tall and tall, his long black hair was pulled up high by a crystal blue jade crown, and the moon-white fairy's wide sleeves were filled with strong wind, hunting in the strong wind.

This uninvited guest immediately caught Lei Yun's attention, and a thunderbolt as thick as a forearm broke away from the main body and slashed towards him!

The man shone coldly, and waved his sleeves. The thunder and lightning dissipated in the air like ice and snow when they were heated.

"Junior brother, are you still alive?" The man frowned and searched carefully for Jian Qing. He was the head of Tianxuan sect who had divination a big ominous situation in Shenxu sect, and immediately rushed over as if impatient.

"..."

There was no response, and if Tianxuan still sensed a faint vitality, he might think that this junior brother has lost his soul.

"Damn it!" Tianxuan yelled angrily, and sacrificed a magic weapon from his sleeve - a blue fluorescent long sword.

With a serious expression on his face, he mobilized his whole body of mana, and with a slight movement of the blue lightsaber placed in front of him, he slashed at the thunder and light beam as if death was at home!

That frightening thunder point was cut off as if it were real!

However, with just this one blow, the blue lightsaber that had accompanied Tianxuan for nearly thirty years was instantly reduced to ashes, and even its owner coughed up a mouthful of blood and was seriously injured.

Taking advantage of this short period of vacuum, Tian Xuan reappeared beside the unconscious Jian Qing in the blink of an eye, scooped up his sleeve robe, and left through the air at the fastest speed!

The person who was punished by heaven was taken away!

The thunderclouds in the Nine Heavens couldn't find the target of the thunder, and suddenly roared, the whole world was dark, and the frenzied thunder and lightning roared and intertwined.

After a long time, the unwilling thundercloud finally dissipated, and a ray of sunlight seeped out from the center of the vortex, and soon turned into countless beams of light, piercing the ground.

The clouds in the sky are changing, and after only a few breaths of time, the dark clouds slowly dissipate, and the world regains light. The terrifying vision just now is as if it has never happened before, only in the hearts of the people in the nearby villages, there are still lingering fears...

The open space that had been struck by lightning countless times had already been destroyed into a horrific scorched earth.

The earth sank deep into the ground, cracked layer by layer, not a single blade of grass grew, and the aftermath of divine punishment remained everywhere.

By the time Du Zhilan came back with a limp, everything was over long ago, only the large dark red bloodstains in the center remained, and tiny lightning bolts could not go away.

"Where's Jianqing..." He stared at the devastated place in a daze, his eyes turned red.

Originally, there was a sliver of luck, but when I saw such a tragic scene like purgatory on earth, this sliver of luck was severely crushed.

"There's not even a corpse... Could it be that the soul is really gone?" Du Zhilan knelt on the ground blankly, and the two plum branches that he carefully guarded in his arms fell out, and disappeared into the air at the same time as the spell was shattered, leaving nothing behind. Little trace.

"Three hundred years later...you're all lying to me!" Du Zhilan looked down in a daze, tears streaming from his wet red eyes, "There's nothing... nothing left..."