Saving The Black Immortal Venerable - Chapter 132

Jiang Shaocai actually shot Zhao Xulin, and Mu Yungui was extremely surprised, but he immediately believed Jiang Shaocai and drew his sword to face Zhao Xulin. Qiu Hu looked around, still unable to understand what happened: “Brother Jiang, he is a scholar, how do you call him Master?”

Jiang Shaocai turned a deaf ear to his ears, holding a long sword in his hand, and staring at Zhao Xulin closely, and he said, “I always wanted to know why you did this. Now, I finally understand. After 13 years of being a teacher, I don’t even know what the master is. There was an extra artifact. Since when did you kill me?”

Zhao Xulin resisted Jiang Shaocai’s blade, his face was stained with dust, and he looked embarrassed and embarrassed, but he was still gentle. He looked at Jiang Shaocai with a blank look: “Brother Jiang, I don’t know what you are talking about.”

“If you don’t tell me, then I will help you. After you got the mirror of the three lives, you used the magic tool to experience your state of mind, and unfortunately you saw my future. I don’t know what happened in that world, but it’s probably not a good thing. After you came out, you decided I am a born monster, and in the future I am destined to betray the immortal realm and fall into the magic way. Therefore, you want to save the world.”

Jiang Shaocai said, and smiled ironically: “It’s ridiculous. Everyone in the world thinks that they are the savior, but this is just an excuse for you to conform to your own selfishness. Master snatched the opportunity of apprenticeship, Jian Xiu was jealous of friends, fiancée It’s too ugly to spread these things out of the fiancé, but once it is put on as a reason for the world to eliminate harm, it is righteousness to destroy the relatives, and the heroes. You are at ease on the grounds that I will do evil in the future. Kindness and justice have strangled a future demon. Unfortunately, you are greedy when you succeed and you are greedy when you fail. Your biggest mistake is that you didn’t kill me.”

Jiang Shaocai was conspired by Zhan Qianxi, lost his cultivation, and was already trapped on the Demon Slaughter Stage when he woke up. If it is really to eliminate demons, Jiang Shaoci should be killed next, but they have spent so much effort not only to eliminate a thorn in the eye.

Everyone felt that Jiang Shaoci’s cultivation base rose so fast, there must be a chance. If Jiang Shaocai died then, the secret of rapid cultivation would have disappeared forever.

No one was reconciled. In the end, they were controlled by greed, leaving Jiang Shao to die. They frozen Jiang Shaocai on Tianjue Island, a secret base, inspected every once in a while, and brought Jiang Shaocai’s blood back to study. However, he did not expect the demon energy to erupt, everything in the world mutated at a terrible speed, and the fairy gate and Tianjue Island lost contact. After they finally found the passageway, they found that the experimental target had escaped.

Qiu Hu became more and more confused when he heard these words. He asked Mu Yungui incomprehensibly: “Isn’t this Jiang Ziyu’s experience, how does Brother Jiang know?”

As he said, Qiu Hu widened his eyes and looked at Jiang Shaocai incredulously: “Could it be that Brother Jiang is Jiang Ziyu?”

Mu Yungui sighed, and seeing Zhao Xulin’s performance, she also believed that Zhao Xulin was no ordinary person. Also, a little-known disciple, even if he loves to read, can’t come into contact with the secrets of the upper strata. Mu Yungui remembered that when he was in the Promise Sect, Zhao Xulin could talk about the past of Kunlun Sect, the changes of various forces after the eruption of the devilish energy, and even the relationship between the characters in the North.

This is not like a disciple who is not favored by an ordinary family can know.

Zhao Xulin looked at Jiang Shaocai’s eyes and smiled softly: “These are just your speculations. Back then, Tumo was a joint force of the ten great immortals, the teacher of justice, and the mighty momentum, and all the classics are clearly written. Now you are saying They are selfish and slanderous. What evidence do you have?”

Qiu Hu was in shock. Hearing Zhao Xulin’s acquiescence, he was struck with a hammer, completely unable to react.

“Evidence?” Jiang Shaocai laughed shortly. He seemed to be using a sword, but his other hand suddenly gathered demons, and he rushed towards Zhao Xulin’s abdomen. “You talk to me and talk about evidence? I will avenge myself. , Do you still have to ask for your consent?”

Jiang Shaoci just said so much to Zhao Xulin just for this moment. He used the sword on the surface, and when Zhao Xulin’s attention was drawn away, he changed hands and attacked.

Jiang Shaocai’s move was anxious and quick, without the slightest sense of guilt for sneak attack. The devil energy entangled in the palm of Jiang Shaoci’s palm, and the violent aura inside could be felt from a distance. With a bang, the black mist hit Zhao Xulin’s body. Almost at the same time, a dim, shallow light escaped from Zhao Xulin’s body, falling far behind, and a person’s appearance was vaguely visible.

Mu Yungui saw the figure, his eyes widened: “Ning Qingli…”

She had seen Ning Qingli in the mirror of Sansheng. He looked exactly like this phantom, except that he was an entity at that time, and now he is a divine mind. Ning Qingli’s spiritual mind held his hand, standing in the air, sighed and said: “Ziyu, you are still doing your own way. You said, how do you teach me to be at ease with such behavior?”

It was not surprising that Jiang Shaoci didn’t succeed in one blow. He hadn’t planned to kill Ning Qingli with a single palm. Now it is not a loss to abolish him as a substitute.

Jiang Shaoci had heard of a cultivation method. Some people practiced too smoothly. They practiced to a higher level without experiencing any setbacks along the way. If they have a cultivation base, they can’t keep up with their mood. After that, they will be stuck in a realm for a long time. Unable to break through. This situation is especially caused by famous disciples. Therefore, there is a secret recipe circulating in the fairy gate. The body retreats and sleeps, draws a ray of spiritual thoughts to reincarnate in the world, reincarnates from life to life, feels warm and cold, and the world is cold, and waits for the surrogate to die. Automatically return, the body awakens, in order to fill the body’s lack of mood that has not experienced setbacks.

Jiang Shaocai had long felt that Zhao Xulin was strange, and they separated from Zhao Xulin not long afterwards. Jiang Shaocai did not continue to pursue this strange nerd. Until entering the Three Life Mirror, Jiang Shaocai was erased from his memory. After experiencing another period of life, he suddenly realized that he could be like this. What about Ning Qingli?

Naturally, Jiang Shaocai focused on Zhao Xulin. Zhan Qianxi and Huan Zhiyuan followed soon after they entered the Sanshengjing. Who was telling the news? Qiu Hu said that Jiang Shaocai was very familiar with Qingyunfeng, and Zhao Xulin took the initiative to lead them to see Nangongxuan’s body, implying that they were going up the mountain and guiding them in this direction, so why not.

What a joke, Ning Qingli led the way and killed Jiang Shaoci, but he had a mood loophole, his cultivation level could not be improved, and he could only eliminate the demons by reincarnation over and over again. During the reincarnation of a certain life, Ning Qingli became a disciple of a small family and entered the practice of the Promise Sect. There, he met Jiang Shaocai.

In order to improve the effect of the experience, Ning Qingli also erased the original memory like in the mirror of three lives. But his mind was still Ning Qingli. In the Wuji school, he recognized that Jiang Shaoci was Jiang Ziyu, but he did not recognize himself. After returning to the ontology later and remembering all the memories, it is already too late.

Jiang Shaocai is the tiger returning to the mountain, and he has grown stronger again. In order to catch him, Ning Qingli pushed the Xianmen coalition forces to concentrate all their hands and resources in Kunlunzong, and waited here. Jiang Shaoci really came. Ning Qingli divided his spiritual consciousness into two parts. One part manipulated the three-life mirror in the body, and the other part was in Zhao Xulin’s body, quietly observing Jiang Shaoci, waiting for the opportunity to move.

After Jiang Shaocai fell into the mirror of Sansheng, Zhao Xulin immediately spread a letter, and Zhan Qianxi and Huan Zhiyuan came one after another. After all, it is the Age of the End of Dharma, and there is not much spirit stone left after ten thousand years of uninterrupted consumption. Ning Qingli cannot use the spirit stone to bear the terrifying spiritual energy consumption of the three-life mirror, so he can only rely on manpower. Ning Qing couldn’t believe in the other two people. What if his spiritual power is exhausted by the Sansheng Mirror and the other two are in good condition, what should they do when they cross the river and demolish the bridge? Therefore, Ning Qingli suggested that the three of them should each bear part of it, and everyone would consume the same spiritual power, and no one would take advantage of it.

They made this arrangement because they felt that killing Jiang Shao was a no-brainer, so no one had considered the follow-up. However, two accidents occurred.

In the first accident, the woman who strayed into the Sansheng Mirror came out alive and fumbled for where they were deployed. At that time, everyone’s consciousness was trapped in the Sansheng Mirror, and Zhao Xulin could only go up the mountain at the risk of being discovered. , Kill Dongfang Li. The second accident was that Jiang Shaocai even remembered whether to eat or not, still believing women like a fool, and even committed suicide to send Mu Yun back to 10,000 years ago.

Nangongxuan and Dongfang Li were originally descendants. They were not born 10,000 years ago, so they were not taken away. Ning Qingli, Zhan Qianxi, and Huan Zhiyuan, who had been alive 10,000 years ago, passively returned to the past. In fact, the world a thousand years later was carefully arranged by Ning Qingli, reversing time and space wasted all the arrangements of Ning Qingli, and also caused them to pay much more aura than expected. One step wrong step wrong, the more time-space conversion times, the more flaws, Ning Qingli’s original plan was completely disrupted, he quickly calmed down, and reorganized according to Jiang Shaoci’s heart disease.

The person who knows you best is not necessarily yourself, but the opponent. According to Ning Qingli’s thoughts, Jiang Shao’s death was arrogant, but he was ruined by a woman’s lie. From then on, he would never trust anyone, especially a woman. However, people always like to save others by oneself. The smarter the person, the easier it is to fall into his own cocoon. Ning Qingli does not believe in others, so it is impossible to imagine that Jiang Shaocai will repeat the same mistakes knowing the ending.

However, Jiang Shaocai just did it. He cracked Ning Qingli’s tricks and broke free of the Three Life Mirror.

The Sansheng Mirror is real and huge. Once it enters, no matter how strong the consciousness is, it can’t break away, but in the same way, the backlash to the owner after being broken is also huge. Ning Qingli was backlashed against his body. Although Huan Zhiyuan and Zhan Qianxi were not backlashed, most of their mana was exhausted. It is definitely not a wise move to go out and face Jiang Shaoci at this time.

The three of them guarded each other, but in the end they restrained themselves. Huan Zhiyuan and Zhan Qianxi need time to recover their spiritual power, and Ning Qingli needs time to recover from his injuries. In the end, Ning Qing took the risk and set up a lore formation outside the hiding place, and then used Dongfang Li to introduce Jiang Shaoci into the formation. . Once in the formation and Jiang Shaocai’s strength is suppressed, they will be able to regain the dominance.

Unfortunately, at the last step, they still failed.

Although Ning Qingli was a pity, he was not surprised. If Jiang Shaoci could not see through, this kind of person would not be worthy of being Ning Qingli’s apprentice.

At this point, both sides no longer cover up. Jiang Shaocai’s hands were condensed, and the devil qi around him quickly surged towards him, forming an inverse wind. The violent demon spirit clamored for bloodthirsty, but when Jiang Shaocai was at hand, it was as meek as a lamb, obediently entwined in his palm. Jiang Shaocai’s pupils gradually turned red. He stared at the spiritual thought and said: “I was so beautiful after you killed me, it turned out to be nothing more than that. Thank you for leading me, Huan Zhiyuan, Zhan Qianxi , Come out and die.”

The sky is gloomy and lead clouds are densely covered, and a strange vortex appears in the air, pouring into the deep mountains like a funnel. The monsters gathered in Zhuoshan seemed to feel something, raised their heads and screamed in the direction of the whirlpool.

This spectacle aroused everyone’s attention. Mu Siyao was on the way, and suddenly the guard exclaimed, pointing to the horizon and saying: “Princess, look, what is that?”

Mu Siyao raised her head and looked at the clouds. She felt the unbelievable devilish energy in front of her, and frowned deeply: “Let’s take a look.”

The guard persuaded: “The princess, now the Kunlun sect is surrounded by a group of monsters, if we forcefully break through the encirclement, once the attention of the monsters is drawn, the consequences will be disastrous.”

Mu Siyao was about to say something, suddenly the sky was shaken. In the blink of an eye, the color of the funnel cloud became deeper and deeper, like a whip of the gods attacking the world, bringing people the most primitive fear of giants. The funnel cloud pressed toward the ground with a force of destruction, and suddenly, a burst of light flashed across the bottom, illuminating the area instantly. The guard stared hard at the clouds and asked, “Princess, was it lightning just now?”

Mu Siyao also stared carefully. Suddenly she felt something and was shocked: “That’s Jian Qi! No, there is a fight there. Go away.”

In Mu Siyao’s impression, there are only a handful of people who can emit such a strong sword aura today, and Jiang Shaoci must be one of them.

Jiang Shaoci was full of devilish energy, and attacked Ning Qingli’s spirit, halfway through the devilish energy was blocked by a sword energy. Devil energy is rampant nowadays, sword energy is one of the few things that can restrain devil energy. Jiang Shaocai gave a short laugh and said, “Huan Zhiyuan, you have finally come out.”

Ning Qingli suffered a backlash from his body and was in desperate need of recuperation. Most of Zhan Qianxi’s cultivation was built up by foreign objects, which was incomparable with the foundation of Jian Xiushi. Therefore, Huan Zhiyuan became the most recovered of the three. Fast.

Huan Zhiyuan stood in front of Jiang Shaoci holding the sword, his fingers tightened unknowingly. He glanced over Jiang Shaocai. After ten thousand years, the old man has not changed. He is still vigorous and enviable.

Huan Zhiyuan often wondered why he was not as good as Jiang Ziyu, why he practiced Sanjiu in winter and sanfu in summer, and even silently recites the tactics when eating. Since entering the Tao, he dare not slack in the slightest, but he will never be better than Jiang Ziyu. Ruo Jiang Ziyu is more diligent than him, more prominent than his family, and Huan Zhiyuan can accept it. However, Jiang Ziyu was born a mortal and came from a small, unfamiliar country. His parents are mundane; he rarely attends classes, never completes his work, and careless about everything, but he can easily go beyond Huanzhiyuan.

Why? Why does Jiang Ziyu get everything without hard work? What is Huan Zhiyuan’s ascetic cultivation over the years?

If Huanzhi stayed far away, he wouldn’t be in for a moment, but he was Jiang Ziyu’s best friend. He watched Jiang Ziyu mess around all day long, and watched Jiang Ziyu get the same results as him in a tenth of his time. The closer he gets, the more he knows how sad he is.

When the two of them were young, Huan Zhiyuan was able to double the time and hard work to make up for the gap, but afterwards, Huan Zhiyuan couldn’t keep up with Jiang Ziyu’s progress even if he was sleepless. He was very clearly aware that in this life, no matter how hard he tried, he would not be able to surpass Jiang Ziyu.

When everyone in the Xiuxian world mentioned him, they would specifically introduce him as Jiang Xianzun’s sparring partner. Huan Zhiyuan heard people envy him countless times in those years, saying that he was lucky and made friends like Jiang Ziyu.

Huan Zhiyuan’s self-esteem was finally twisted into a monster under the accumulation of jealousy. He doesn’t want to have such a friend at all, he clearly has his own name!

Later, as he wished, Jiang Ziyu disappeared. But Huan Zhiyuan’s world seemed to collapse in half, and for a long time after that, he dared not see the sword. He banished himself for a long time, until his family also suffered. When he heard that the Huan family and his family were destroyed, he thought to himself, probably this was retribution.

He had been in pain for so long, and he thought he had finally overcome his demons and the jealousy of his youth. But at this moment, when Jiang Ziyu stood in front of him again, Huan Zhiyuan realized that his demon had never gone away.

After the battle turned and the stars changed, he became vicissitudes of life and stale, eroded by the years into the most contemptuous appearance, and did many things that he himself looked down on. In my memory, the young man who dreamed of swordsmanship was completely different, and he could no longer remember the vows he once made. But the old man is still as sharp as ever.

Huan Zhiyuan bends his lips with difficulty, and said, “Ziyu, long time no see.”

Jiang Shaocai also seemed to smile, his thin lips twitched slightly: “Long time no see. However, my name is Jiang Shaocai.”

As he said, he drew the saber from the ground, holding the sword and attacking Huanzhi far away. Jian Feng Shuanghan, indomitable, like the fury of thunder. There is a long-lost passion in Huan Zhiyuan. For many years, he has not practiced swords happily with others. At this moment, he seems to be back in his youth, his body and mind are younger, and he once again feels what he felt when he was learning swords. excited.

Although he knew, this was probably the last time he practiced swords. In this battle, either he died or Jiang Zi ordered to die. If he is dead, his body death will disappear, and there will be no need to practice swords afterwards; if Jiang Ziyu is dead, there is no one worthy of him to draw a sword in the world, this sword is not worth it.

The two swords collided, and the burst of sparks even illuminated the mountain like lightning. Neither Jiang Shaoci nor Huan Zhiyuan moved, and they seemed to be indifferent. However, Jiang Shaoci’s sword burst from the middle.

Jiang Shaoci’s sword was a common sword, bought casually by the roadside, while Huan Zhiyuan used a natal sword that had been cultivated for many years. The gap was self-evident.

Mu Yungui stood behind the barrier painted by Jiang Shaoci and looked at the front anxiously. She saw Jiang Shaoci’s sword crack, her brows frowned: “No, his sword is broken.”

Jiang Shaoci has outstanding swordsmanship and strong style. Even if he uses a branch, he can beat others steadily. So everyone, including Mu Yungui, didn’t realize that Jiang Shaoci needed to change a sword. Now, encountering Huan Zhiyuan who has the same swordsmanship and the same outstanding swordsmanship, Jiang Shaoci’s disadvantages are obvious.

Mu Yungui was secretly anxious, but Jiang Shaoci and Huan Zhiyuan moved again. Huan Zhiyuan noticed that Jiang Shaoci’s weapon was broken and attacked by victory. However, Jiang Shaoci’s physical skills were so fascinating, and the angle of his sword was particularly tricky. He even drew with Huan Zhiyuan only with the half-cut sword.

Huan Zhiyuan was taken aback. He thought he was the person who knew Jiang Shaocai’s swordsmanship best in the world, which was even worse than Ning Qingli. Huan Zhiyuan recalled the years of practicing swordsmanship at Qingyunfeng countless times over the past 10,000 years, and he has completely disassembled Jiang Shaoci’s moves in his mind. He also thought that if Jiang Shaocai stood in front of him again, this time, he might not lose.

What’s more, he has been practicing for ten thousand years, and Jiang Shaoci has just woke up, only in terms of proficiency, Huan Zhiyuan is enough to crush Jiang Shaoci. But after only two moves, Huan Zhiyuan realized that Jiang Shaoci’s swordsmanship had improved again.

He once thought that Ling Xu’s swordsmanship was the pinnacle of Jiang Shaoci. The swordsmanship was strange and unpredictable, and it was a must. But now, Jiang Shaocai has opened up a new path, and he has a faint feeling of returning to the original and returning to the basics.

This is more daunting than the complicated changes of Ling Xu’s swordsmanship. The book must be read thick first, and then read thin. Obviously, Jiang Shaoci is the process of reading thin now. With just a few strokes, Huan Zhiyuan’s mood fluctuated, and cold sweat was oozing out of his palms.

But those who watched the game did not know the psychological changes of the parties involved. They only saw Huan Zhiyuan attacking, while Jiang Shaoci was defending. It seemed that Jiang Shaoci had fallen behind. The six-star cultivator’s inner strength should not be underestimated. Jiang Shaocai’s only half of his sword was quickly scrapped, breaking into pieces of broken iron.

When Mu Yungui saw that, he immediately untied his sword and wanted to throw it over to Jiang Shaoci: “Jiang Shaoci, use mine!”

Mu Yungui’s sword is the Shadow Sword, and there are two sword spirits inside. You might be able to try it against Huan Zhiyuan’s natal sword. Jiang Shaocai raised his hand, stopped Mu Yungui’s movement with a devilish energy, and said, “No.”

Those two sword spiritual cultivation bases are both at high level, one is Yin and the other is Yang. Jiang Shaoci has spent a lot of effort to restore them, just to protect Mu Yungui on this day. Jiang Shaoci threw away the broken sword hilt at will, moved his fingers, and said, “I just used the Tai’a sword in the Sanshengjing. Now I am a little uncomfortable with it when I change it to another sword. Going, it’s too Ajian to go smoothly.”

Huan Zhiyuan stared at Jiang Shaocai closely, and clenched the hilt in his palm unconsciously: “In the past few years, your swordsmanship has improved again.”

Jiang Shaocai smiled at him, opened his palm to the side, and said, “This is natural.”

Jiang Shaocai’s palms are narrow and long, and his fingers are like jade carvings, white and slender, full of power. When Huan Zhiyuan saw Jiang Shaoci’s movements, he was at first puzzled, and then his face changed slightly.

Qiu Hu turned his head and asked strangely: “What is Brother Jiang doing?”

Mu Yungui also shook his head in confusion. At this time, the Shadow Sword in his hand trembled slightly, as if being called by some powerful force, he couldn’t help but want to unsheath. Mu Yungui held the sword hilt and looked around in surprise.

What’s wrong?

There was a faint rumbling sound from the ground, and the stones on both sides pulsed slightly. Mu Yungui looked at the ground in surprise. At this moment, she seemed to hear a sound, turning her head back, her pupils enlarged uncontrollably.

In her dark eyes, a sharp sword cut through the clouds and fleeed towards Qingyun Peak like Daoguang. Jianguang pulled the clouds out of a long trail, and the momentum was huge. Whether monks or beasts on the ground, they all raised their heads and looked towards the clouds.

The cultivators who were fighting **** on the east and west sides stopped their movements, looked at the strangeness in the sky, and kept asking: “What is this?”

What’s this?

Mu Yungui seemed to guess why the ground was shaking just now, too Ajian, too Afeng, she should have thought of it a long time ago.

I still remember that several years ago, Mu Yungui and Jiang Shaocai were disciples of the Wuji School. When they went to Chixiao Peak to class, all the disciples looked at the towering and steep mountain in awe. The disciple introduced at that time said that this was Tai Afeng where the head of the master lived. It was shaped like a long sword and pointed directly at the sky. It was the place of the town of Promise School.

Why should the mountain where the master lives be built into a sharp sword that is totally unfavorable for action? Unless, that was originally a sword.

It turned out that the answer was written on the surface at the beginning, and Tai A Jian was under Tai A Feng. No wonder Jiang Shaocai’s expression was so strange that day, no wonder he didn’t rush to find the saber afterwards, because he knew where his natal sword was.

Now that the time has come, Jiang Shaocai came to fetch his sword. The sound of the rumbling just now was the collapse of Tai A Feng, and Tai A sword rushed into Jiang Shaoci’s hands with the momentum of thousands of miles. As soon as he started, the wind blew up, and the sword energy spread outwards. All the trees were chopped up.

Mu Yun was protected by the barrier left by Jiang Shaoci, and he did not receive much impact, but other places were almost razed to the ground. Huan Zhiyuan stayed in place, motionless, and the cave behind him, the lore formation hidden on the ground, were overturned by sword energy.

The cave mansion collapsed, and even if Zhan Qianxi hadn’t been recuperated, she could only evacuate in embarrassment. She looked at the two facing each other holding swords in front of her, and she was at a loss for a moment, as if going back to the past.

When they were young, Jiang Shaoci and Huan Zhiyuan practiced swords like this every morning, and they promised not to give up every time they didn’t split Qingyun Mountain in half. Zhan Qianxi sat on the side, watching from a distance. That was the hardest and quietest time for her, but now, all three of them are here, and they are revisiting the old place, but they are completely different.

Huan Zhiyuan sighed slightly and said, “When you were in the Promise Sect, you already removed the seal of Tai’ajian? When did you sneak in, I was on Tai’a Peak every day, and I didn’t know it at all.”

“There are many things you don’t know.” Jiang Shaocai slowly turned the Tai’ajian in his hand. Tai’ajian, who had been silent for ten thousand years, felt his master’s breath, and the sword body shook with excitement, and the sword screamed. Sure enough, Tai A Jian was the most comfortable, Jiang Shaocai was familiar with Tai A Jian’s weight, and said: “The last time, I will let you do a trick.”

“No need.” Huan Zhiyuan also raised his sword, staring at Jiang Shaocai closely, “I have been your sparring partner all my life, and I should have beaten you once.”

The conversation between the two was brief and neat, and Huan Zhiyuan’s voice just fell off. The two swords struck each other, and the air wave surged. This time it was a real sense of overwhelming. The old tree surrounded by five people could not stand the impact of the sword wind. The roots were uprooted from the ground, rotating and falling downward.

Mu Yungui resisted the wind with difficulty. Several magical weapons on her body felt threatened, and she lit up her body to escape the light for the second time. Finally, when the strong wind passed, Mu Yungui quickly opened his eyes and found that Jiang Shaoci and Huan Zhiyuan were no longer visible in the same place. The two figures flashed through the sky quickly. Wherever they went, lightning flashed and the land broke and the ground broke.

The gods fight and the mortals suffer, Mu Yungui finally understands the meaning of this sentence. Qingyunfeng keeps falling gravel, and it seems that it is about to collapse. Mu Yun can’t take much care of him, so he hurriedly pulled Qiu Hu and said, “Here is going to collapse, go!”