Sending Yufeng, the cold wind caresses gently, the fallen leaves are falling, the breath of late autumn spreads in the mountains, and it is very bleak.
Before the Taoist platform, Hong Yi bowed and saluted, and met the Lord of Momen.
"Master," Ning Chen respectfully said.
"What's the matter?" On the Taoist platform, the ink master opened his mouth and said.
"Disciple is here to ask Master, is there really a time limit in this world?" Ning Chen asked directly without going around in circles.
The ink master heard the words, puzzled, "Why do you ask this question?"
"This disciple has been in contact with Huang Quanjing in ancient times and has benefited a lot, so he is very interested in the years of banning of the same gods," Ning Chen replied.
"Have"
Master Mo nodded and said slowly, "Four hundred years ago, when I was a teacher, I was not the master of Master Mo. When I was wandering outside, I personally saw a great cultivator exert the power of the ban on the years and the destruction of the ban on the gods. memorable"
Ning Chen's expression condensed, and said, "Master, do you know who that great cultivator is?"
The ink master shook his head and said, "I don't know, the fate of one side will never meet again after that."
Ning Chen had a look of regret on his face. After a while, he suppressed the fluctuations in his heart and looked at the immortal old man in front of him, his expression condensed, and said, "I have something else to do, I don't know if I should ask."
"Say" the ink master replied.
"Where did Senior Sister Eight go, and what can I do to come back?" Ning Chen said.
When Lord Mo heard the words, the old eyes did not change, and he said lightly, "The calamity of the old man's real world is approaching, and he needs to concentrate on meditation. He will not be back for the time being. critical step"
"I don't know where the eighth sister's retreat is?" Ning Chen didn't give up, and continued to ask.
"Why are you looking for the old eighth?" Lord Mo said with narrowed eyes.
"The disciples have encountered a bottleneck in their cultivation, and the Taiyin scriptures practiced by the eighth sister and the sun scriptures practiced by the disciples complement each other, which may help the disciples overcome this bottleneck," Ning Chen calmly said.
Lord Mo's eyes narrowed slightly, and after a long time, he said, "The Jialuo star in the north of the Hongluan Star Territory, there is a evil disaster, you can deal with it, just take the opportunity to break through the bottleneck"
"Sister Eight"
Ning Chen opened his mouth, however, before he could ask, he was interrupted.
"The matter of the eighth, you will talk about it after you come back, the matter of the devil cannot be delayed, let's leave today" Master Mo said indifferently.
"Yes, the disciple retire"
Ning Chen gave a respectful salute, and had no choice but to leave first.
On the fifth peak, Qi Huan looked at the direction of Zhiyu Peak and sighed deeply, the old nine had a heart, but unfortunately, he was still powerless.
Outside Zhiyu Peak, Ning Chen's expression sank, and with one step, he swept toward the ninth peak.
In the back, on the Taoist platform, Master Mo looked at the disappearing back of the former, his brows furrowed, and his unpleasant color was hard to hide.
On the ninth peak, the red light gathered, Ning Chen appeared and walked out of the Dragon Gate.
When Yin'er, who had been waiting, saw it, she trotted up and asked with concern, "Did you ask anything?"
"We'll talk about this later, pack up and go out," Ning Chen replied.
Yin'er was startled and puzzled, "Didn't we just come back, why are we leaving again?"
"The task assigned by the master ink, we will talk about it on the way, and then clean up first," Ning Chen instructed.
"kindness"
Hearing the words, Yin'er didn't ask any more questions, trot back to the bamboo house, took the package that had not been opened in time, and handed it over to the former.
Ning Chen waved his hand to put away the package, and immediately took the little girl down the mountain.
Outside the Momen, Ning Chen turned his head with a condensed expression. After the last glance, he stepped into the Dragon Gate and disappeared.
Starry sky, on the northbound road, Yin'er couldn't bear it any longer and asked, "Where are we going?"
"Jia Luo Xing" Ning Chen replied.
"Why are you going there?" Yin'er asked in confusion. "The ink master said that there was a calamity there, but this is obviously the reason that the ink master pushed me away. The masters of the various peaks of the ink gate are not weak, and it is not my turn to come forward. The real problem is still in Regarding the disappearance of Ayara, I
His questioning obviously made Master Mo unhappy." Ning Chen said in a condensed voice.
"Then what should I do? Did something really happen to Sister Lingluo?" Yin'er said with worry on her face.
"Where's the box of rouge that I told you to put away?" Ning Chen thought about it and said.
"it's here"
Yin'er took the rouge out of her arms and handed it over.
Ning Chen reached out to take it, opened the box, and looked at the rouge that was as red as blood inside. After a long time, his eyes narrowed, trouble.
"What's wrong? Did you see anything?" Yin'er asked anxiously.
"There's something wrong with Ling Luo. Like Ling Yun, the master of the third peak, it's more fortunate than fortune," Ning Chen replied.
"How could this be?"
Yin'er felt extremely uncomfortable, tears flashed in her big eyes, and said, "How did you know?"
"There is Ling Luozhen's blood in this box of rouge, obviously she felt the danger and deliberately left it behind," Ning Chen replied.
"Who wants to harm Sister Lingluo, Master Mo?" Yin'er said sadly.
"I'm not sure yet, but according to the current situation, it's very likely." Ning Chen said solemnly.
Yin'er wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and said, "Then we won't go back after our trip, it's too dangerous in Momen."
"If it is really what the ink master has done, it may not be up to us to decide whether to go back or not."
Ning Chen sighed softly, "If they could leave, Lingyun and Lingluo would have left long ago. It is impossible to stay in Moshan and wait for their death. There must be a force they can't resist, but we don't know it right now."
"Is there no way?" Yin'er worried.
"Wait and watch, based on the previous reminders from Qi Huan and Ling Luozhen, there should be nothing wrong before stepping into the realm of stepping into the fairyland."
As soon as the words fell, Ning Chen's body filled with black brilliance, and the demon body manifested, and he said, "Let's part with this, and act separately according to the plan."
"En." Ning Chen nodded.
"And me?"
Seeing this, Yin'er asked anxiously.
"You follow Fengshen first. I won't be away for too long this time. Momen is really troublesome. It is difficult for Fengshen to hold on by himself. I will be back soon." Moshen said calmly.
"Oh"
Yin'er heard the words, nodded, and responded obediently.
"Don't reveal your identity. In addition, Xuan Luo will come back at no time, so you must be careful about the dikes," Ning Chen reminded.
"I know, I will come back as soon as possible after I find a suitable spiritual meridian. Before that, try not to have a head-on conflict with the ink master."
After speaking, the demon body did not say any more, and the figure flashed and swept towards the other side of the starry sky.
"Let's go too"
Watching the demon body leave, Ning Chen led the little girl beside him to speed up and hurried towards the north of the Hongluan Star Territory.
Jialuo Xing is surrounded by demonic energy, the entire big star has almost turned into a dead star, corpses are scattered everywhere, and blood rivers are flowing everywhere.
The real horror, the calamity and calamity, is shocking.
In front of the Slaughter Sword Sect, the emperor in Xuanyi stood still, his white hair fluttering, the magic seal between his eyebrows was dazzling, and the terrifying aura vibrated, and the surrounding mountains kept shaking.
The king of the devil, his eyes are cold, the magic sword in his hand keeps dripping blood, the magic sword that is cast again, the devil who reproduces, is more murderous than before.
In the Slaughter Sword Sect, the swordsmen formed a formation, and the masters of the master level sat in the town to fight against the robbery.
In front of the formation, the white-haired king in black clothes moved wildly, and the magic sword was shining brightly in the sky.
"Reincarnation"
The magic sword slashed, the sword disc circled out, the reincarnation went back and forth, and the cycle started again and again, endlessly.
"Uh"
With a muffled groan, more than a dozen great masters of the Sword Sect flew out with blood stained, vermilion in their mouths, and sprinkled all over the sky.
"Why?" The Sword Sect Master staggered a few steps and asked.
"Because, you damn"
The emperor replied indifferently, the magic sword started again, and a powerful and unparalleled magic energy diffused, and suddenly, above the nine heavens, the sea of clouds rolled and thundered.
"Funeral Day"
With a loud bang, the magic front entered the ground, and in an instant, the mountains in a radius of hundreds of miles collapsed. In the sea of clouds, sword lights fell one after another.
There was a sudden explosion, the sand waves were frantic, and the entire mountain range collapsed with the Killing Sword Sect as the center.
In the raging sand and waves, the emperor stepped out, his white hair fluttered in the wind, and walked away.
At the same time, thousands of miles away, the Dragon Gate manifested, and two figures, one big and one small, walked out.
The sight in front of me was shocking and eye-catching, only blood donation and corpses, no trace of life could be seen.
Yin'er covered her mouth and her body kept shaking. Even if she had seen the change in Zhongzhou at the beginning, it was still difficult to accept this scene again.
Ning Chen looked at the little girl beside him and said softly, "It's okay, don't be afraid"
"Um"
Yin'er came back to her senses and responded softly, her little hands subconsciously grasping a little tighter.
"Boom"
Thousands of miles away, the mountain range crashed, and terrifying fluctuations came. Ning Chen felt it, looked forward, didn't say anything, and took the little girl to quickly swept away.
The ruins of the Slaughter Sword Sect, the blood donation has not dried up, and the red-stained mountains tell the sadness.
When Ning Chen arrived, he saw the demonic energy and sword intent that he was familiar with, his body trembled fiercely, Ziyi.
The sword sect buried in the mountains and rocks has completely become history in one day.
Under the rock, suddenly, a movement sounded, so slight, but clearly passed into the ears of the two present.
Ning Chen's eyes narrowed, his figure flashed past, he came to the front of the rock, waved his hand to shake the rock away.
Beneath the rock, the pool of blood was dazzling, and the eyes of a middle-aged man in blue clothes were unusually dim. The master of the Slaughter Sword Sect who was dying saw the young man in red appearing in front of him, and his dim eyes suddenly lit up.
"Magic..."
Without a word, I can only regret that the drooping arms were never raised again, the master of the Sword Sect, unwilling to die.
"Ugh"
With a light sigh, Ning Chen stretched out his hand and closed the former's eyes. The grievances and grievances in his life will be gone after death.
After stopping for a moment, Ning Chen took Yin'er away. Outside the mountain range, he waved his sword, and sword lights shot up into the sky, and immediately did not go to the mountain range behind him.
The rumble shook, the collapsed mountain range fell, the body of the dead was buried, the dead were buried, and the soul returned to the Yellow Springs.
"Ning Chen, is it really a demon?" Yin'er said softly.
"kindness"
Ning Chen nodded and sighed again. In order to fight against Hades, Ziyi's three souls have all been demonized. When the eldest grandson left, he was unable to let go of his unspoken regret.