After Yue Tianhan wiped the table, he went to get a long-handled broom to clean the cobwebs on the beams. Yue Shenchen coughed a few times, stood up from the chair tremblingly, and walked over to help him.
The air returned to silence, with a dullness that devoured people's hearts. Poinsettia's face was frozen, and he couldn't help but think about many things.
"By the way, you mean... Luo Chongming?" He suddenly looked up and asked as if he had been in a trance for a long time.
Yue Tianhan stood on the stacked chairs and slowly cleaned every corner of the ceiling. Listening to Poinsettia's question, he lowered his head and replied: "Yes, I have met him, but he said that he had been informed by Subiezhi that he had to go and get the immortal weapon that he had made."
Poinsettia slowly turned her gaze away, thinking that this "immortal weapon" should be a weapon made from a small piece of Heart Lake meteorite iron.
"If he can go down to the lower world, Jiuche Xiaoying will naturally have a powerful enemy." Poinsettia's eyes were empty and seemed to be absent-minded, "It's just..."
At this point, he stopped talking.
Yue Tianhan was listening, but after waiting for a moment and not hearing him speak again, he asked, "Just what?"
"No...it's nothing." Poinsettia shook her head and simply closed her eyes.
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The ruins of Qiongtian Palace are now lifeless.
The rain of blood lingers, as if it has become a chronic disease of the earth, dripping with the color of blood and tears.
No one cares about it, and weeds grow withered. What's more, the scenery in early autumn is even more chilling and bleak.
The Tianzhu not far away still firmly supports the distance between the vast world. The clouds cover up the light of the sky pillar. Under the bloody color, the lower sky is like a wasteland abandoned by the light, and it is completely dim as far as the eye can see.
At this moment, a person stepped slowly in the distance.
He walked in the rain of blood, his steps steady, but seemed to be filled with great sadness and indignation. What a shame for the common people, who have suffered so much that they are buried in exile.
He was dressed in brown clothes and a brown robe. Although it was not dazzling, it had a warm aura. Just like the long day reappearing, the candle dragon wanders around with great momentum.
On the jade plaque at the waist, there are only three characters lined up, majestic and majestic. The interior of the Xuanhui flashes with golden light, making it look particularly bright.
The one who came was none other than Jin Can Tian Shu and Lu Chong Ming.
Even if he took the sword first, he didn't lose any speed and rushed to the lower world at starry night. I never imagined that this place would be so riddled with holes and shrouded in blood haze, like a scene of purgatory on earth.
Walking slowly, his eyes kept looking down at the ruins beneath his feet.
This is the former Qiongtian Palace, the former Lower Realm Tianshu Land. But never thought that at this moment, the light in the lower world was extinguished, the agent disappeared, and everything fell into chaos.
"How could this be?"
He walked through the ruins and looked back, still filled with indignation.
At the beginning, when the three realms screamed, he had not set off immediately, thinking that the disaster had not yet come. But he never thought that he would truly realize the cruelty of this disaster only after arriving.
The blood rain soaked into his clothes, and water droplets slid down the corners of his clothes in clusters. Luo Chongming stood there with bulging veins on the back of his hands.
After a long time, he slowly exhaled a breath of hot breath: "What the lower world suffered today will become all evil obstacles tomorrow."
Turning around, he stopped delaying and planned to move forward immediately.
But just as he turned his head, from the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a red spot hanging high in the air deep in the blood mist.
"Huh?" Luo Chongming noticed something was wrong. He faced the rain of blood and squinted his eyes to take a closer look.
And the moment he saw it clearly, the "spot" hidden in the blood mist began to move slowly.
But Luo Chongming saw clearly. That's not a blob...it's a person! A man dressed all in red and holding a bloody umbrella!
Like a wandering dead soul, the floating figure slowly swam in the blood mist, looking like a puppet being manipulated by invisible hands. Luo Chongming's heart was shocked, and he immediately gathered his energy and leaped into the air.
However, the red-clothed umbrella man was ten feet higher in the air than what Qi Chongming could reach. The air there was thin, but the floating blood mist lingered around the man like clumps of hair.
"Who are you?" Luo Chongming stared at the man and asked loudly.
The man had already seen Li Chongming, but still didn't answer.
His nails were blood red and looked like sharp eyebrows. Because he was holding the umbrella handle, his blood-red nails dug into the flesh of his palm, but he didn't feel any pain.
There was a strange and unparalleled aura coming from him, and there was no trace of the vitality of a living person. Luo Chongming also felt unusual and stopped asking questions, staring at him coldly.
The two were high in the sky, confronting each other.
Blood rain flowed down his bloody umbrella, like a spring, gurgling down the world.
His eyes were very white, and the black pupils were very small. But he still lowered his head and looked at the world under his feet very seriously, but his expression was like a child looking at a bored toy.
Luo Zhongming was worried that he would suddenly take action, but he still refused to leave.
The man in red had been swimming slowly, and Luo Chongming had been following him slowly. When he left the Qiongtian Palace and the blood rain stopped, he still didn't close the blood umbrella, as if the umbrella handle had been stuck to his shoulder.
"Why...are you following me?"
Suddenly, a sentence came out of his mouth. Along with the black smoke coming out, the dry sound was like a coffin coming from the underworld, which made people feel uncomfortable.
When Luo Chongming was startled, he saw that the man wearing the red umbrella was already several miles away and was only the size of a speck.
"Stop leaving!" Luo Zhongming realized something was wrong, immediately jumped up, used the magic of magic to move out of thin air, and chased away in the air.
The umbrella rider in red moves extremely fast, like a hurricane. Luo Chongming also did not lag behind. With his Yuan Gong fully improved, he was able to follow him steadily.
In the blink of an eye, the mountains and rivers under their feet have changed several times, but the red umbrella man and Luo Chongming show no signs of stopping. The two of them rode the clouds and flew through the mist, as fast as thunder, like horses wandering through the blood and mist.
"You are... a master." The umbrella man in red said without looking back, with a stiff expression.
The voice seemed to them like a frozen letter. The man in red umbrella dropped the words, and in a blink of an eye, Luo Chongming reached the place where the words fell.
"Stop, there may be a chance to talk." Luo Zhongming spoke coldly, looking at the opponent in front of him, he did not relax his vigilance.
But the red umbrella man stopped answering. Luo Zhongming did not expect his answer, and the two of them were silent again, but their feet were so fast that they did not stop at all.
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Two days after Jiuche Xiaoying suddenly attacked Shuanggan Town, all parties were lurking under the water, plotting against each other.
At this moment, in Jiuwei Lingque, purple fire was dimly burning, and unclear figures were swaying.
Gui Xiao Changyuan sat alone on the throne, looking at the murals on the wall with cold eyes, his fingertips tapping slightly, and his mind was uncertain.
Apart from that, there was no movement at all.
