"The sword is like a dragon playing in the fragrance of flowers, who can be with you for free and happy life!"

The third style of the Heavenly Illusion Sword, Xiaoyao Sword!

He must kill that figure before it takes shape, so in terms of speed, there is only Xiaoyao Sword!

The spiritual power consumed by the Heavenly Illusion Sword is huge, and the Tibetan Feng is also crazily breeding and extracting the evil spirit of Qingyun.

The thin snake-patterned lines between the eyebrows seemed to be able to bloom with dazzling blood at any time, and his pupils had been stained with blood that had not been seen for a long time.

"Who is it?!"

The sound came out again, and Qingyun's figure was still in place the moment before, but the next moment, he had already entered the space crack and stabbed out with a sword!

In this sword, he seemed to have stabbed him not a piece of jade, but a mud pool. No matter how hard he tried, the hidden edge could not penetrate the ripples and flowing void.

"Does it take a shortfall?!"

Just as Qingyun was extremely anxious, as the phantom was about to take shape, the red light on the Tibetan front, which originally belonged to the blood evil karma, suddenly became introverted, and then suddenly burst out with a terrifying black light!

Yes! Clear black, evil black, like the ultimate black staring at you in the abyss!

Even if he only glanced at Qingyun, he felt that he had fallen into eternal darkness. The fear of the interweaving despair and helplessness made him retching.

Fortunately, at this time, the purple gold poison pill in his dantian began to frantically transport the power of the true spirit to his body.

This ancient and powerful force strongly fought against the black light of the Tibetan front, which also made him recall the ten years of hardships of the corpse and blood seas experienced by the thirty-three realms.

What's amazing is that these painful experiences did not aggravate Qingyun's fear, but instead quickly stabilized his soon-to-break Taoist heart.

After a moment, Qingyun, who had gritted his teeth, had already bleeding from his mouth and nose, but he still did not give up. He let Zangfeng absorb his blood evil karma and bloomed with its extremely evil black light!

Everything seemed extremely long, but it only happened between lightning and fire.

Qingyun didn't know if it was his illusion, but finally, with a light ding dong, Pan Long's jade token that was about to be broken but was forcibly locked suddenly exploded, and then the teleportation power began to quickly disrupt.

"No!!!"

At the same time, the owner of the voice also let out a roar of unwillingness.

Just as Qingyun opened and quickly retreated from the space crack, he suddenly discovered that the black light that Zangfeng had just burst out was not affected by the explosion at all, and there was no sign of annihilation.

Just like his Qilin purple Qi, it can follow any climbing object and pollute all precious vitality. The chaotic power of space cannot hinder its progress at all.

It was visible to the naked eye that the black light looked like a maggot on the tars bone. First, it penetrated into the center of the jade plaque explosion, and then, the figure transformed by the explosion white light was quickly dyed black.

"Ah! This...what is this? Ahhhhh! No!"

Qingyun could clearly hear that the unwillingness in the man's voice was soon replaced by fear, and he seemed to be suffering some great pain.

All this happened so quickly that Qingyun was caught off guard.

He thought that he would not escape today. Even if he could escape by chance, he would definitely be inevitable. He did not expect that at the most critical moment, he still showed his power and saved his life.

He stared at the figure that roared painfully, completely disintegrated with the explosion of the jade token and teleportation power, and the space cracks closed instantly and disappeared.

The battle just now was like a breeze blowing on my face, leaving no trace at all.

Only the appearance of that black light made Qingyun stunned for a long time, and now he felt a sense of horror with lingering fear.

He never imagined that there would be a kind of light. No, this should not be light, but some mysterious force. This force is full of chaos and disorder, and it actually makes people feel so scared when they just look at it, that even the heart of Tao almost shattered.

"Zangfeng, what kind of sword are you?"

Staring at the ancient black sword that had returned to peace, Qingyun's mood was uneasy for a long time.

He possessed the bloodline of the Qilin who had the overlord of the world in his previous life and had seen all kinds of powerful people in the thirty-three realms. Now, even when facing the powerful power of the Guiling Realm, it is difficult for him to feel such a strong sense of fear.

But it was just a very evil black light that burst out from the Tibetan front, which actually left him with such an incomprehensible shock.

If it weren't for the sudden burst of his true spirit power from the previous life at the last moment, and the magical immortal true spirit body helped him quickly stabilize his heart, Qingyun now might have been scared to death or died in fear.

He really didn't dare to call it a sword, nor could he call the Tibetan Feng, who had saved him from danger several times, an evil sword, so he had to murmur like this.

"This is the punishment I deserve."

"Hangfeng! You..."

"Eternal... Calamity... Immortal Punishment..."

Qingyun thought that Zangfeng still would not pay attention to his call, but unexpectedly, he changed his nature this time. After saying a few words, he had this stupid response.

"The eternal disaster? The immortal punishment? What does it mean?"

But when he continued to ask, the mechanical and dull voice returned to the dead silence again and disappeared invisible.

"What kind of power can create such an extremely evil feeling? And if that voice was always trapped in the Tibetan front, the punishment would be really..."

Just as he sighed, Qingyun suddenly thought of another question.

"Miss Fang'er! Miss Fang'er has been suppressed in Zangfeng for more than three thousand years. Has she... been suffering from this fear too!?"

Thinking of this, my uncle felt guilty again and thought to himself that no wonder Wan Congfang was so afraid of this ancient sword. It seemed that he had the opportunity to ask indirectly to see if she knew the true origin of Zangfeng.

After the fear in his heart completely disappeared, the young master breathed a long sigh of relief. At this time, he remembered that there seemed to be a survivor present, and he couldn't help but come to the side of the dog legs.

Seeing that this person was so scared that he foamed at the mouth and fainted and fell to the ground, Qingyun felt relieved. He was really afraid that this guy would be scared to death just because he was not very scared.

"Hey...hey...wake up!"

He dragged the leg of his defunct cultivation to a tree and sat up. The young master slapped his face hard and was slapped more than a dozen times. He opened his eyes in a daze.

After seeing Qingyun standing in front of him, the man actually laughed and said:

"Ha~ You've come down too, I know that there's only a dead end to you when you fight the Pan family. Our brothers will decide on the road to the underworld..."

The young master curled his lips speechlessly, and then he slapped his four or five big teeth, which made the loyal dog realize something wrong.

"My cultivation level? I'm not dead yet?"

"You'll say it earlier if you miss it."

Although Qingyun's appearance returned to normal, the evil spirit on her body had not yet dissipated, and the oppression she gave was still there, especially this dead dog no longer had its cultivation level to use as a resistance.

"Where is Mr. Pan?"

"Dead."

"This is impossible! He obviously..."

But before he finished speaking, this person stopped abruptly, as if he had turned into a stone statue.

"You...you're done...you kill Mr. Pan...the Pan family won't let you go..."

It seems that he must have remembered what happened before, and Qingyun was too lazy to talk nonsense to him and asked directly:

"Who is the sound in the crack in the space just now? Do you know it?"

"Voice? Humph, don't even think of a word from me!"

Not to mention, so far, this guy is quite loyal to the Pan family, but Qingyun is no longer the kind-hearted boy back then.

Or his kindness has become targeted.

He was first killed with his arms and then his cultivation was deposed. The young master was not in a hurry to pay attention to this person for the time being. He first came to the corpses of the other three people and inserted it into their divine palace with a hidden edge.

The Qilin Devour quietly ran, and the illusory soul roared with resentment and resentment. It was easily sucked into the hidden edge by him, and then turned into the purest soul power, gently nourishing the Mingyu ice in Qingyun's dantian.

After devouring the three people's souls that had not yet disappeared, the young master narrowed his eyes with satisfaction. His expression looked like a living person in the eyes of the "loyal dog".

"Evil Cultivator! You evil cultivator dares to devour people's souls?! You must die a good death!"

"Okay, I'll ask you who that person is again. If you don't say it, the outcome will be the same as theirs!"

"Haha, I'm a useless person anyway. Even if I go back alive, I will be disposed of by the Pan family. If you have the will, just kill me!"

"Tsk, it's still a hard bone."

I actually admire the hard bones. Of course, this is also a bit troublesome. After all, physical torture may have achieved little effect on him now.

"flesh…"

Just thinking about the word "body", Qingyun's spiritual light flashed and snorted coldly:

"Okay, since you don't say it, I'll ask you to taste my 'Deadly Black Light'!"

"Deadly Black Light?"

The man was confused at first, then his face changed drastically, and he shouted in horror:

"No, no, I don't want to kill the Black Light, don't come over, don't use the Black Light, please, please, I'll say everything!"

He kept muttering the name "Deadly Black Light" with a temporary intention, and a hint of embarrassment flashed across his face. After all, it was really terrible.

The dog legs without arms can only push the ground with their feet, and even the legs are wet quickly, making Qingyun feel chilled.

"That black light is really scary. It seems that it is born with a vicious and chaotic force that can make people feel extremely negative."

Qingyun thought to himself that even he was very scared when he thought about it.

Although he always felt that power had no evil or justice, with one mind, he had deeply shaken his belief after seeing this extremely evil light and reminded Qingyun of what the old stone said to him on Yiren Mountain.

Right is righteousness, evil is evil!

However, this may also be due to his lack of strength or his unstable heart. When one day he can truly control the Tibetan front, the black light may no longer be evil.
Chapter completed!