In the Sword Spirit space, Xiao Hei sneered: "Look, what did this Sword Spirit say? A man who has no destiny and a son who is born with Taoism, this useless master..."

Bang!

Before Xiao Hei could finish cursing, an illusory palm shadow suddenly smacked it flat.

Sword Spirit Xiao Hei cried: "This damn place has closed the Sword Spirit space. Why is this Sword Spirit still being beaten? Is it possible that the useless...master lied to the Sword Spirit?"

Qiu Ying's apricot eyes were indifferent, and she was too lazy to respond to this sword spirit who had always been picky.

The phantom she saw in the long river of flames appeared in her mind, and her apricot eyes turned red little by little...

In that long river of flames, the rising flames and light rain condensed into a figure that looked exactly like her. On the opposite side were two back figures, one large and one small, just like the back figures of Yin Dong and his son.

At that moment, a spiritual fragment flew up from the huge wave of flames and splashed onto her eyebrows, making her feel unwilling.

"In search of the great road, you must first cut off your emotions and be ruthless in your heart. Only when your heart is naturally clear can you reach the top..."

That voice that looked exactly like hers also sounded in her mind, and it was still bewitching her, bewitching her to pursue the great road, first to kill Yin Dong and his son!

"No...I can't do it!"

Beside the spring, Qiu Ying suddenly screamed, and two crystal tears rolled out of her scarlet apricot eyes, rolling down from her fair face.

Snap!

The teardrops hit the stone beside the spring, broke into several petals, and were stained with blood. They were brighter and brighter than the flowers on the other side!

"I can't kill Xiaobao, he is my son, dear."

"I can't kill Yin Dong, he is my husband, the man who loves me most in this world!"

"The world without them is too cold. What's the point of my life?"

…

Suddenly, Qiu Ying began to sob, like a spring flowing under a stone.

Later, she started to cry loudly.

Her cry echoed in this claustrophobic space, seeming to alarm some unknown existence, and a faint sigh came from deeper within the earth's veins.

"well--"

This sigh hit her ears, as if it was ringing behind her ears, which made Qiu Ying startle, straighten up suddenly, hold her sword and get ready to attack.

"who?"

Qiu Ying looked around and saw nothing. She grasped the hilt of the sword hard and shouted: "Who is pretending to be a ghost? Get out of here!"

"You have such a big temper, little girl, haha..."

Deeper in the earth's veins, an old chuckle came, without any malice, as if it was the kind laughter of the old man next door when he saw a naughty child.

However, Qiu Ying did not let down her guard just because the laughter seemed to be full of kindness.

On the contrary, she became more vigilant and said coldly: "Don't rely on your old age to show off! Get out, otherwise..."

Before she finished speaking, Qiu Ying pointed her sword, and a sword energy shot towards the depths of the earth.

call out!

The sword energy broke through the air, bringing out a string of harsh sound, which was particularly harsh in this quiet underground space.

The next second, the sword energy hit something, and with a "poof" sound, like the muffled sound of a cowhide drum being cut through, the sword energy disappeared.

However, Qiu Ying's mental power extended and she also focused on that place.

The place was filled with fog and hazy, with some vague shadows shaking, and a smell of decay rolling in with the fog.

Qiu Ying keenly felt that as the mist rolled, something dangerous was approaching, which made her hair stand on end. The fingers holding the sword subconsciously tightened.

The mist carries an aura of decay, but it also contains a kind of magical energy, emitting a very faint light that has not dissipated after countless years.

Qiu Ying's heart trembled. She didn't want to be touched by the mist, so the demonic energy evaporated from her body, forming a demonic energy shield, trying to block the penetration of the mist.

However...it's no use!

The mist swept in, covering the entire space around the spring, and even the spring eyes became active and bubbling.

The demonic energy around Qiu Ying was also penetrated by the mist, and then penetrated into her body. The magical energy like light spots also penetrated into her body, reaching the depths of her blood marrow and soul.

Her body glows!

That kind of light spot is very strange, with an aura of decay, but it also contains vigorous vitality, as well as an extremely majestic and pure energy, suitable for... the bloodline of the Burial Clan!

Suddenly, Qiu Ying understood that this kind of energy might be poison to other races, causing flesh and blood to decay, but for people of the Burial Clan bloodline like hers, it was no less than a panacea.

Opportunity!

This is an opportunity that belongs to her!

"Is the Burial Place of God related to the Burial Clan?" Qiu Ying was shocked.

Her body automatically absorbed the light spots in the mist and began to temper and transform. The impurities in her body were discharged and turned into layers of dead skin that peeled off.

Those dead skins were corroded and atomized in the mist containing the decaying smell, leaving no trace of skin left.

In this way, in this dark space, Qiu Ying got an astonishing opportunity. Her body was continuously tempered and transformed, and her muscles and marrow were cut and marrow was cut to build a perfect foundation.

At this time, Qiu Ying could not have imagined how much benefit this unexpected and unexpected opportunity would bring to her.

Qiu Ying has completely entered the state of selflessness. Every time she exhales and inhales, her body and soul resonate, countless light points pour in, and countless impurities are tempered and discharged.

Yin Dong would not have thought that Qiu Ying was actually trapped deep in a nearby earth vein, and had been given a great opportunity to undergo a transformation.

After he left the canyon, he ran all the way, but was blocked by a group of people on the way. The leader was General Zhang who looked very similar to the fat man Zhang Yuan.

General Zhang cupped his fists and saluted, and said politely: "Excuse me, sir, I am Zhang Zongming, the general of Daxia Kingdom. By order of the prince, I would like to invite you to Lucheng for a meeting."

"No time."

Yin Dong refused directly.

He doesn't know the prince of Daxia, so why meet him!

Could it be that he seems to be very idle, someone who can come and go as soon as people call him?

He was already in a bad mood, but now he was even more unhappy. The power of the dragon was rising from his body, and people like General Zhang were about to take action directly if they refused to give way.

At this moment, fat man Zhang Yuan also arrived.

This fat man was good at observing people's emotions. As soon as he saw something was wrong with the atmosphere, he took a few fruits with rich spiritual energy from his space backpack and handed them to Yin Dong with both hands.

"Senior, try our Daxia country's special product, Fire Glass Fruit. It tastes pretty good."

He stretched out his hand to avoid hitting the smiling man, and the scene of the fat man stuffing Huoli Guo coincided with the memory in Yin Dong's mind. He couldn't help but smile when he thought about the time when he saw Zhang Yuan and had several Huoli Guo stuffed into him.

The tense atmosphere suddenly eased.

Yin Dong smelled the aroma of the fruit, which also aroused his greed, so he took one and ate one. His lips and teeth were immediately fragrant, and the juice turned into a warm current and poured into the stomach. The feeling of weakness in the body was swept away, and he got chicken blood.

Similar.

"This fruit tastes good."
Chapter completed!