At this time, Zhuma, Gan Muyun and others had also come to Zhong Wen, watching his every move with concern.
Zhuma's big, watery eyes looked up and down at Liu Qiqi, who was walking along the way, with curiosity on her face.
At this time, Liu Qiqi was like a weak willow holding the wind, her muscles and bones were fragile, as if she would fall down if the wind blew her. She was completely different from the energetic Qingfeng Mountain Fighting King.
However, in recent times, the cold and heartless smell on her body has disappeared without a trace for some reason.
From the girl in red, Zhuma read a long-lost human touch.
Cultivation... has declined?
Zhong Wen released his consciousness and was surprised to find that he couldn't sense Liu Qiqi's Dao aura.
He had never encountered such a weird situation before, and he was at a loss as to how to deal with it.
The Great Dao is each person's unique understanding of cultivation, which transcends the realm of the physical body.
Once the avenue is damaged, it cannot be repaired by any Qihuang technique. Even though he has great medical skills, he can only stare and be helpless.
Hesitating, he looked around, his eyes swept over Zhuma, and then fell on Gan Muyun.
This pure and beautiful flower of the Dara tribe glanced at Zhuma beside her, and then shook her head calmly.
Zhong Wen instantly understood her expression, knowing that Zhuma didn't know anything about what happened to the Dala people.
"Zhong Wen, I wonder if they can be saved?" Gan Muyun suddenly pointed at the hundreds of seriously injured spiritual birds lying on the ground and asked.
Her clear and beautiful eyes were full of worry and expectation, making it difficult for one to have the thought of rejection at just one glance.
Zhuma and Xiao Ming, who were still unaware of the family tragedy, Liu Qiqi, whose road was damaged, Shen Xiaowan, who was still unconscious, and the spiritual birds on the ground who suffered heavy casualties...
All kinds of questions came one after another. Zhong Wen felt that his head was buzzing, almost ready to explode, and he couldn't figure it out at all.
When he was at a loss, he instinctively turned his eyes to Shangguan Mingyue, who had accompanied him in countless reincarnations, trying to get some comfort and advice from this confidante.
However, as soon as their eyes came into contact, the eldest lady immediately turned her head away, unwilling to look at him at all.
In that short moment, he actually read a sense of alienation and indifference in Shangguan Mingyue's eyes.
As if he understood something, Zhong Wen felt a pain in his chest, and his heart gradually sank to the bottom...
…
The "Dark Temple" is mainly composed of three black spiers and a dome building. The entire area is shrouded in smoke. From a distance, the dark wind blows and the black smoke curls up, like a ghost town.
The three sky-reaching spires stood in a tripod, like three ferocious spikes, rising straight into the sky, as if they were about to pierce the sky. They were the respective jurisdictions and residences of the three palace masters.
The dome building located behind the minaret is softer and far less sharp than the towers of the three main halls.
If you are a disciple of the "Dark Temple", you will know that this round building that exudes a mysterious atmosphere in the ordinary is the most mysterious location in the entire "Dark Temple", the residence of the saint.
At this moment, the graceful Saint Feng Qingyu is standing quietly in the main hall in the center of the building. Her black robe hangs down to her ankles, and her face is not covered with a black silk scarf, revealing her face as brilliant and moving as the morning glow. Peerless appearance.
Her expression was still cold, but there was an indescribable and complicated meaning in her eyes as she stared at the dome above.
"Without my permission, even the Second Hall Master is not allowed to step into this place."
I don't know how long it took, but Feng Qingyu suddenly withdrew his gaze and looked straight ahead. His voice was cold and without any emotion.
"It's really cold!"
A white figure appeared at the entrance of the hall. With a handsome face, evil eyes, and a lustful smile on his lips, he was the master of the third hall of the "Dark Temple". Shen Wei, who had just entered the realm of a saint not long ago. , "Please don't compare Mr. Li with me."
"Oh? Don't you even pay attention to the second hall master anymore?" Feng Qingyu's eyes were still cold, and his lips were slightly curved, revealing a contemptuous smile.
"I know that you and Mr. Li both looked down on me from the bottom of their hearts in the past." The resentment in Shen Wei's eyes flashed away, and there was still a gentle smile on his face, "But today is different from the past. Now I stand in front of you. He is a saint who has understood the way of time."
"So what?" Feng Qingyu asked calmly.
"The path of time is one of the most powerful avenues in the world." Shen Wei had a look of pride on his face, "Once you step into the realm of a saint, its power is far beyond that of ordinary avenues. Given time, let alone Mr. Li, Even if you are the palace master..."
He did not continue speaking, but the meaning of his words could not be more obvious.
"So what?" Feng Qingyu said these four words coldly again.
"I am already the youngest saint in the world." Shen Wei looked directly into her beautiful eyes and said word by word, "In the near future, I will become the number one saint in the world. Who else can be worthy of you besides me? "
"You don't deserve it." Feng Qingyu glanced at him in surprise, and then replied lightly, without any respect for the dignified saint.
"Don't think that with Mo Disheng's support, you can be arrogant!" Looking at her contemptuous eyes, Shen Wei seemed to be touched by the deepest pain in his heart, a ferocious look appeared on his face, and his voice unconsciously raised a level. Badu, "Now I am also a saint and can be on an equal footing with him!"
Feng Qingyu lowered his eyes, seemingly no longer willing to continue arguing with him.
"Are you still thinking about that boy Zhong Wen? I have long seen that there is something wrong between you and him." Shen Wei's face became more and more ugly, and there were faint signs of going berserk, "He is the 'Dark Temple' Your biggest enemy is really a pickpocketing woman, even if I do something to you, Mo Disheng will probably have nothing to say."
His words and deeds were quite deliberately provocative and unreasonable.
"Are you done?" Feng Qingyu frowned and finally said impatiently, "If nothing happens, please leave quickly and don't disturb my practice."
"It seems that you still haven't understood." Shen Wei suddenly put away his manic expression and said with a smile.
"What do you understand?" Feng Qingyu pretended to be puzzled.
“Understand this moment and that moment.”
An indescribable powerful aura erupted from him, instantly filling the entire hall, surrounding everything including Feng Qingyu, "The power of the saint is far beyond your imagination!"
"Master of the Third Palace, Hugh, you must be right, a holy woman, without any etiquette."
Seeing Shen Wei's sudden attack, two female guards in black attire, standing on the left and right of the hall, rushed towards him at the same time, yelling at him in an attempt to prevent the intruder from causing harm to the saint.
However, in Shen Wei's domain that contains the way of hysteresis, the movements of the two women became extremely slow. In the eyes of others, they were almost the same as stillness. The sounds from their mouths were drawn out and sounded like men's voices. Generally low and thick.
"Ant, back off!"
A trace of ferocity flashed in Shen Wei's eyes, and no matter how he moved, the two female guards suddenly showed pain on their faces, and then their bodies softened and they all fell down.
Even though they were injured and fell to the ground, the two women's movements were still like a movie in slow motion, looking extremely weird.
"Do you understand now?" Shen Wei slowly floated into the air, staring down at Feng Qingyu's beautiful face, his eyes full of pride, "We are already on different levels, and Mo Disheng is much older than me. , can you still count on him to protect you for the rest of your life?"
As he spoke, he appeared in front of Feng Qingyu without knowing what to do. He slowly raised his right hand and touched the saint's smooth and tender cheek.
Looking at the saint Feng Qingyu who was trapped in her own saint's domain, with a cold expression but unable to move at all, a strong sense of conquest surged into her heart.
No matter how powerful she is, she is just a bitch!
In the end, you must surrender to me and have fun in my crotch!
Rain or shine, that Li Bing!
Imagining that the two goddesses who were once as unattainable as flowers on the high mountain would one day commit themselves to him, Shen Wei couldn't help but feel excited and proud. The corners of his mouth could not help but slightly raise, and the lustful look in his eyes was almost gone. cover up.
"boom!"
Just as his right hand was about to touch Feng Qingyu's cheek, the cold saint's eyes suddenly emitted bright red light, her right arm suddenly raised, her pink fist clenched tightly, and she hit him hard in the face unexpectedly. .
