After Chu Xiaohui was trapped in the seventh-level divine refining tower, the entire heaven gradually began to undergo unimaginable changes. First, the blood sect, which had not been released for hundreds of years, came out again and occupied it in just a few months with the wind sweeping away the remaining clouds.
The entire flat area.
Since dozens of experts from the Fang family led by Fang Bohai were sucked into the seventh-level God Refining Tower, the strength of the Fang family has been greatly weakened. Fang and Qi families are enough to shock the entire Yanping area of the god-level masters also died from the Destroyer.
How can the hand compete with the Blood Cult from now on?
Except for a few people who escaped by chance, the other two families were all massacred by the Blood Cult. The streets and alleys of Zishen City, which was headed by the Fang family, were dyed red by the surging blood like a stream.
The originally prosperous Purple Seoul City was already silent as if dead. The huge city was so empty, and the bluestone slabs dyed red looked particularly dazzling. At a glance, pieces of ruins were reflected in their eyes, and the entire city was dilapidated.
It was as dead as a city of death, without any vitality, and the air was filled with an extremely exciting smell of blood.
"call out,,"
At this moment, four figures appeared above this dark clouds and dead city. Three of them were extremely attractive beauties. Their eyes were filled with worries that could not be ignored.
One person is a handsome middle-aged man in a blue shirt.
"Blood flows into a river, without a trace of vitality. Who would have thought that this was once the prosperous Purple Seoul City."
The next moment, their figures had already swept to the former symbolic location of Purple Seoul City, Fang Mansion! At this time, Fang Mansion was also in a state of desolation, and Chu Tian whispered with a loss on his face.
"Master, will the young master be captured by the Blood Cult?"
Wan'er, wearing a plain clothes, said with a frown. They originally didn't know Chu Xiaohui's whereabouts, but they only heard the grudge between the Fang family and Chu Xiaohui not long ago, and then rushed to Yanpingyuan.
The reason why the Blood Cult can take the entire Yanping area into full swing has a direct relationship with the mysterious disappearance of the experts of the Fang family. You must know that those are many powerful masters, including Fang Bohai, the head of the Fang family.
The disappearance of many masters of the Fang family has a direct relationship with Chu Xiaohui. Whether it is Chu Xiaohui's escape from marriage or the Fang family's tragic death, these two news is enough to shake the entire heaven.
"It is not the Blood Cult, and they act in their style, and it is impossible for them to deny this."
Chu Tian's deep eyes flashed with a little thoughtful light. After a while, he rejected it. There was a bit of solemnity in his words. Although the Blood Sect was cruel, it was not the kind of rat who dare not admit anything.
"Xiaohui, where are you?"
Yuanbing, dressed in purple, looked up at the dark sky and said in a depressing mood.
"Ao,,,"
Suddenly, a dragon roar came from the distant west.
"Little Dragon,"
In a blink of an eye, the other party's huge body had already appeared in front of everyone. Shui Jingyi's face was slightly happy and her slender hands trembled slightly. It was rumored that the little dragon was with Xiaohui, but when she looked at the other party
When the empty dragon's back was in its empty dragon, it was hard to hide a little disappointment in its eyes.
"Are you Chu Xiaohui's father?"
The little dragon's body changed into a child's appearance, and said in a slight voice.
"Well, you should know Xiaohui's whereabouts."
Chu Tian's heart, as calm as a lake, had a little ripples, and said with a happy expression. From the eyes of the little dragon, Chu Tian could get a little news. Although the other party was anxious, he did not make his face change drastically.
, which is enough to show that Xiaohui is still safe for the time being.
"Uncle Chu, I finally found you, wuwu,"
What made everyone stare at was that the little dragon actually ran to Chu Tian, pulled the corner of his clothes and started crying loudly. This situation suddenly made Yuanbing, who was secretly anxious about Chu Xiaohui's whereabouts.
People feel cold in their hearts.
“Make things clear,”
Chu Tianhan said with a face.
"The Destroyer appeared, and he turned Xiaohui into the soul of the seventh-level God Refining Tower."
Under the huge pressure that Chu Tian instantly emerged, the little Shenlong felt that his breathing became quite tight, and his face replied with a pale face.
"You still showed up, I've been waiting for you for a long time."
After the first shock, Chu Tian's cold eyes quickly returned to peace and said in a low voice full of murderous intent.
,,,
*******
"Old Qiu, how long have I been trapped?"
Time passed day by day, and Chu Xiaohui had been in seclusion several times. However, he had lost his body, but he could no longer improve his cultivation. In this seventh-level divine refining tower, he would not feel lonely because here
There are his good brothers, Feng Wuhen, and the four gods of spring, summer, autumn and winter who are still trapped in the world of Sword King.
As the soul of the seventh-level divine refining tower, Chu Xiaohui has the ability to travel through various worlds. During this period, Chu Xiaohui also asked for advice several times, but it was still unsuccessful and the situation did not change at all.
When Chu Xiaohui thought of his relatives outside the seventh-level God Refining Tower and the lost appearance of the four gods, he felt a vague pain in his heart. Unwillingness and anger always lingered in his heart, and one day he would get rid of the control of the Destroyer.
"Today is exactly the fiftieth year."
Qiu Yansheng's old voice rang out slowly, which made Chu Xiaohui feel nervous. Fifty years were worn away by him. If it were the time that year, perhaps he had reached the level 6 Jian Aoyi
Or the seventh-level sword apology realm.
"It's been fifty years, are I just waiting for the arrival of the next fifty years?"
Chu Xiaohui's sharp pupils rarely showed a little helplessness. From entering the Taoist practice to now, he has never been so helpless. It's not that he gave up on himself, but that the enemy was too terrifying, even though he persisted for fifty years.
Unremitting efforts will ultimately lead to dreams that cannot be realized.
"Although it's difficult, it's not without a chance. What we are waiting for is the opportunity for children. Believe in yourself. One day, that day will come." Qiu Yansheng paused for a long time before slowly comforting.
"I will."
Chu Xiaohui clenched his fists and said with a firm look on his face.
*******
At the same time, the entire heaven has undergone earth-shaking changes. The Blood Cult, which has been silent for many years, took the lead in controlling the Yanping area, and then extended the tentacles of the war to the central continent.
Under the leadership of the Blood Sect's left and right guardians, the Blood Sect's army was invincible. First, it destroyed the He Sect, and then pounced on another sect that stood in the central continent for ten thousand years, Lan Sect.
"call out,,"
In the hazy night, a large number of cultivators wearing blood-red clothes closed the Broken Blade Peak in four directions, and the encirclement was gradually shrinking. "Boom," just at this moment, a sound in the sky
A loud bang like a firecracker.
"call out,,,"
In an instant, countless cultivators flew out from the top of the Broken Blade Peak, quietly suspended in the air, confronting each other from afar.
"Chen Xijin, you have destroyed the Hezong. Today, you can't escape safely from here." Heliancheng, with a frosty face, said with a very cold look. Since Chu Xiaohui made a big fuss in Lanzong back then, they have made them look like a face.
After losing his light, Helian Cheng went to seclusion and practiced hard, and finally reached the current level of Seventh-level Sword Apology, which also made him stand a lot straight.
"Just with you, just like you, I can poke you to death with just one finger."
Chen Xijin said with disdain, not long ago, he finally broke through the bottleneck that had trapped him for hundreds of years, and entered the divine realm that cultivators dream of. Now, the seventh-level sword apocalypse is even worse.