"Your opponent is me." Holy Spirit came to Hua Qing'er calmly and calmly, and slowly raised the sword in his hand, still looking calm and calm.
But Hua Qing'er had no intention of entangled with him at this time. The twin lotuses came roaring with the biting cold wind. In just one moment of meeting each other, the fire that had not yet ignited on the Holy Spirit was extinguished, and the biting ice cones There were scars all over his body, and even the hair crown on his head was knocked off, leaving him in a miserable state.
After being shot down, the hair crown rolled several times along the floor and came to the feet of Wuyou, who had been silent. She quietly stretched out her left foot and kicked it under the hem of her skirt.
Hua Qing'er crossed the Holy Spirit. From the beginning to the end, Hua Qing'er's eyes never left the direction of Qingya. Seeing his face turned red by the flames, Hua Qing'er couldn't help but feel anxious.
However, the heat energy coming from the dragon armor was like the tide on the cliff, beating on her body one after another. The heat energy was also accompanied by powerful pressure, which suppressed Hua Qing'er's heart until she couldn't breathe. It was as if she was being watched by some ancient and huge creature, and she couldn't help but feel fear in her heart.
Qing Ya, who was facing Long Yan, felt that his eyes were burned by the dazzling fire and his head was dizzy. But just when the elder thought he had a chance to win, he saw Qing Ya's figure gradually becoming blurry and transparent. In a daze, Qing Ya's figure became blurry and transparent. Ya has broken free from his lock and retreated to the rear.
"You have so many good things, but it's a pity that they will all be mine soon." Looking at Qingya not far away, the elder's eyes were full of greed.
Qing Ya only felt that every inch of his body was hot. After breaking free, he plunged into the canal without saying a word. It was like red-hot hematite entering the water. A large amount of white mist instantly appeared on the water of the canal, and at the same time, a large amount of white mist appeared on the water. Accompanied by a harsh "bah" sound.
"Qingya."
Hua Qing'er shouted and looked towards the water, and saw Qing Ya jumping out of the water and landing in front of her, soaked all over. She felt relieved when she saw that his face looked normal and there was no serious problem.
But soon, Qingya still felt something strange about himself. Strictly speaking, it was Qing Ming's something strange.
I saw crystal clear fire flowing on the Qingming sword body, and the dark red lines were like dry rivers ushered in the rainy season, and bright red liquid continued to flow along the lines.
Qing Ya wanted to loosen the hilt of the sword, but at this time Qing Ming seemed to have merged with his own flesh and blood. The blazing fire was flowing inside the sword like lava, but Qing Ya did not feel any heat at all. Even the slight chill that I usually felt on weekdays disappeared.
On the canal in the second half of the night, the water surface flowed calmly, and the occasional breeze blew by, which would only bring waves of waves, but what was that deafening sound that came to Qingya's ears?
The tide is coming.
Legend has it that people continue to experience birth, old age, illness and death in this world, and they go back and forth repeatedly, which is called reincarnation. When a person dies, his soul falls under the Nine Netherworld and looks back at the human world for the last time at the Wangxiang Terrace. The past of this mortal world is dispersed by the wind. Until we cross the other side of the River of Forgetfulness along the Naihe Bridge, we bid farewell to the world completely. After all the ten palaces of hell judge the merits and demerits of a life, he will enter the six realms of reincarnation and start a new life again.
If you follow the Wangchuan River all the way upstream, the Wangchuan River gradually becomes as wide as the ocean. There are no birds flying in the sky here, there are no swimming fish in the river, and even the wind cannot blow on the water. A ripple. I don’t know how many tens of thousands of miles I have traveled, maybe I have left this world, and there is only nothingness left here.
There is no light, no sound, and no life of any kind that can even be observed. And here is the source of the River of Forgetfulness.
A clear spring flows silently. I don't know its direction, its size, or the temperature of the water.
And the Nether Race came to this world from here.
Qing Ya waved the long sword in his hand, no, it was Qing Ming who was guiding the young man holding it to raise the sword. It seems like some ancient ritual, and in the void, the waves are rushing across the void like a tsunami.
Everyone saw it. In the vast night, waves dozens of feet high came one after another, as if a huge white wall was getting closer and closer to the world.
Finally, the white wall passed through the boundaries of the world and descended into the real world. Different from the summoned flame dragon, the materialized tide is even more spectacular. The highest point of the wave has even covered the moon in the sky.
Suddenly, Qingya felt as if someone was holding his wrist, and his body moved involuntarily. As if being pulled, Qingya stepped forward against the wave that was more than ten feet high. Under his footsteps, the turbulent wave felt like walking on flat ground. After a few back and forth, Qingya was already standing on the tide.
Riding on the waves, Qingya looked around, and the whole world seemed to have stopped.
The clouds stayed in the sky, the stars no longer twinkled, the wind stopped, the trees became silent, and the ripples on the water stopped spreading. However, everyone below, including Hua Qing'er, were all still, as if time had been frozen. this moment.
"Who are you, what are you taking me to do, and what did you do to her?" Qingya asked continuously, but couldn't get any answer.
Only then did Qing Ya realize that the man was not holding his wrist, but the hilt of Qing Ming's sword. At this moment, Qing Ming seemed to be stuck in Qing Ya's palm, so that person would pull him here.
Qingya seemed to feel that the man had a kind of dislike for him, and Qingya seemed to have heard the words "oil bottle".
Oil bottle? Are you talking about me?
Without any time to think, Qing Ya was holding the sword and jumped down from the tide. Qing Ming stabbed straight forward. No more sword moves were needed because there was no one to stop this sword.
With a "ding" sound, the tip of the Qingming Sword hit the gem on the forehead of the dragon armor. The gem was gold on the outside and red on the inside, like the eyes of a giant dragon. It seemed to be the source of the armor's power.
Sure enough, all the lava rolling on the sword tip flowed into the gems, Qing Ming regained its dark color, and with the injection of moonlight, the dragon armor began to disintegrate.
The helmet, shoulder armor, breastplate, and arm guards fell off one after another, turning into streams of light and returning to the dragon's eye gem. Finally, the gem slowly flew towards Qingya and clasped on Qingya's left index finger, like A ruby ring.
After a surge of blood, Qingya felt that the ring had established a connection with himself, and Qingya also understood that now this Vulcan Dragon Armor was his.
"Thank you for your help, senior, junior..." Before he could finish speaking, Qingya felt his arm loosen, and the wave under his feet disappeared. After the blow, the man had quietly left.
And this showdown with the Golden Core cultivator also came to an end.
Qingya jumped down from the air and came to Hua Qing'er. Seeing that she had woken up, Qingya pinched her face again. When he saw her jumping and stretching out her hands to pinch his face, Qingya then Relax.
On the other side, the members of the Wild Fire Cult fell to the ground crookedly. No matter how hard they tried to cheer up, they could not stand up.
