"Where is Princess Changle?"
The golden pupils of Qiu Chiyu's eyes were burning with blazing fire. Facing the tragic situation of the person in front of him, he was not moved at all and just asked questions coldly.
"West... Tower..."
Tortured by the flames and lightning, the man could only utter one or two words with difficulty in his painful groans, but before he could finish speaking, a ray of silver light burst out from above his head, and a painful cry instantly Stopped abruptly.
He opened his eyes wide and used his last strength to raise his finger to the northeast with an incredible look on his face.
"who!"
Qiu Chiyu turned and looked to the northeast. Wherever he looked and the lightning struck, he saw a blood flower splashing under the eaves of the city wall, but when the two rushed over, there was no sign of it.
Qingya performed two scenes and waited for clues, then stopped here.
Now it's too late to pursue the murderer. The word "西" obtained from the few words just now is in the same direction as the clue left by Hua Qing'er. As for the word "pagoda", there are 480 pagodas and temples in the palace, so we can only make further plans.
"Let's go to the West Palace."
The palace was extremely quiet tonight, a bit abnormally quiet. Where were the imperial guards who patrolled non-stop in the past? Where have those mazes gone?
Could it be that the person behind the scenes is so powerful that he can immediately mobilize the imperial army and change the layout of the imperial city?
Corresponding to the Daming Palace, the Taiji Palace, known as the "Xinei", contains more than 300 other halls, pavilions, and temples. It is said to be the residence of the emperor's father.
Without encountering any obstacles, the two of them went straight to Tai Chi Palace. It was as if the imperial city had been deserted overnight, with only Qiu Chiyu and Qing Ya wandering around.
"Where have all the people here gone? It's too much to leave the emperor's father alone in this Tai Chi Palace."
While searching, Qiu Chiyu did not forget to complain about the weird atmosphere.
Tai Chi Palace has arrived, where is the tower?
In front of Liangyi Hall, two huge stone gates, one black and one white, stand on both sides of the hall, representing the yin and yang of the universe, and the clues left by Hua Qing'er also stopped here.
The two slowly walked through the Liangyi Gate. Just as one of their feet stepped on the other side of the stone gate, the curtain of night was lifted again, and after a spin, time and space were replaced again.
"Why are you here again? Grab my hand."
Qiu Chiyu shouted to Qingya, and Qingya subconsciously grabbed her left hand. Everything was so familiar, because he had grabbed Hua Qing'er's hand like this more than once.
Where is this place?
There is no sun or moon in the dark sky, and even hundreds of millions of stars have disappeared without a trace. So where does the light in the sky come from?
On the black land with ravines and ravines, towering icebergs coexist with flames spurting from the deep valleys. In the sky, dark green clouds are like the funnel of the sky, and the water of the Milky Way is pouring down towards the human world. There is not a touch of green on the land that stretches thousands of miles, and there is no life at all here.
There has never been such a place on the earth. Is this just a scene created through illusion?
Qingya walked to an iceberg and placed his palms on the ice. The freezing cold air spread to his whole body instantly. Qingya immediately retracted his palm. In such a short blink of an eye, the right half of Qingya's body had been covered. Feeling numb from the cold.
"Such an illusion is too real."
Qiu Chiyu pulled Qingya's right arm to expel all the cold air trapped in his body. Looking at such a strange world, even she, who was well-informed, was surprised.
"No, if it is a place that does not exist in this world, it will not be so real. I guess we have broken into someone's illusion. Haven't you noticed that our memory has not been affected in any way?"
"Yes, you mean, it's like we are watching someone else dream, but whose dream is this?"
The answer is obvious. Among the three chasing them, Qiu Chiyu and Qingya have already escaped from the illusion. At this time, only Hua Qing'er is trapped in the confusion.
As if to confirm Qing Ya's conjecture, there was a flying bird flying in the deep valley, but upon closer inspection, the bird was not covered with feathers, and the wings were made up of a thin layer of flesh in addition to light bones.
The bird's wingspan was about ten feet, and its sharp claws and sharp teeth marked its dominance in the sky. But at this time, it seemed to be fleeing and flew towards the sky.
But its speed was still too slow. A black light wheel chased up from below and accurately wrapped its ankle. As the light wheel shrank, the giant bird's claws were cut off smoothly.
The giant bird let out a long wailing cry. After losing one leg, it lost its sense of balance in flight, but it still flapped its wings desperately, trying to escape the pursuit of death behind it.
Everything was in vain, a black shadow jumped up from the abyss, a cold light flashed, the giant bird was torn into pieces, and a black blood mist was sprinkled in the sky.
The black figure had his back to him, as if he was trembling with the pleasure of killing. The black blood stained in his palm was dripping continuously. Even though he was just looking at him from a distance, Qingya already felt his heart tightening.
That wasn't fear, that was him praying, praying that the scene he least wanted to see wouldn't happen in front of him, praying that the person wasn't who he thought he was.
"Don't turn around, don't turn around." Qingya recited it countless times in his heart.
The person in the sky turned around and walked down step by step, like a noble queen slowly stepping down from her throne. At her feet, billions of creatures knelt down like ants.
The long black night spurred black flowers to bloom at her feet, just like her dress fluttering.
According to legend, the upper reaches of the River of Forgetfulness is the residence of the goddess of the underworld. She is in charge of the birth and death of all things in the underworld. Even the Lord of the underworld must respect her.
The person in front of her looked down at the two people below with lowered eyebrows. In her eyes, there was no difference between the two people who broke in rashly and the giant bird just now, and they both needed to be destroyed.
In Qingya's memory, there was only one person with such a death-like aura, the mysterious and powerful Qing Luo. However, the face Qingya saw at this moment was that of the girl he had been with day and night.
"This world doesn't need any life."
In Qingya's image, her voice sounded like the tinkling of spring water and like the singing of a nightingale, but now in Qingya's ears, it sounded as cold and calm as death.
At this moment, in her hand, a bright red long knife was soaked in black blood, and the twin lotuses had disappeared. It can be said that except for the physical appearance of the person in front of her who is consistent with Hua Qing'er, there is no other characteristic that belongs to Hua Qing'er.
But unfortunately, she is his sister Qing'er.
Thunder god bursts were heard in the sky, the thick clouds slowly parted, and something was gradually falling above the clouds.
It was a huge black sword, even bigger than the stone sword standing on Liuyun Square. It seemed like a mountain hanging upside down from the sky, collapsing towards Qingya and the two of them.
Is this a move that a monk with less than a golden elixir can use? Why was it that in the illusion, she had returned to a state of complete loss, but she was able to do whatever she wanted in the illusion?
Qingya was puzzled, but fortunately he still had someone to back him up.
The Dragon Fist broke through the sound barrier and soared straight into the sky with a clear dragon roar. The air ignited fire under the fierce friction, gradually converging into the shape of a giant dragon and crashing towards the giant sword.
The bright yellow body of the fire dragon kept changing during the flight, and the flame color gradually changed from red to white. The moment it touched the tip of the sword, the fire dragon opened its bloody mouth and bit the tip of the sword.
Boom, a violent explosion sounded, like thunder exploding at the same time. The powerful explosion set off waves of air and dispersed the clouds for hundreds of miles around, but above the clouds, there was still a void of sky.
The broken pieces of the giant sword fell rapidly like a shower of arrows. The retreating fire dragon raised its head and turned its body upside down. With a roar, it turned into a sea of fire that stretched for hundreds of miles. It was the most brilliant sunset. , are incomparably gorgeous.
The flames surrounded all the falling debris, and the blazing high temperature melted and vaporized them until they disappeared. Then, the sea of fire that filled the sky was extinguished under the sky.
After one blow, two black haloes of light attacked the two of them under the cover of the black sky. Having seen the sharpness of the haloes, Qingya did not dare to hold them up, and held up the sword to stand between himself and Qiuchi. In front of the rain.
On the edge of the light wheel, the black saw teeth rotated rapidly, arousing violent sparks on the golden giant sword, but they still could not cut through the giant sword's defense.
The next moment, the light wheel stopped rotating, but it shattered into dots of black light, surrounded the two people's bodies, and exploded instantly.
A burst of black flames swallowed up the two of them, and several rays of sword light chased them from the sky, disappearing together in the fireworks.
The billowing smoke obscured the sight in front of him, but Qingya couldn't feel the slightest burning or stinging. Qiu Chiyu put a hand on his shoulder, and the surface of the two people's bodies was also glowing with a layer of cyan fire. As soon as the flame touched the green flame, it seemed to be extinguished by water and disappeared without a trace in an instant.
"As long as I'm here, no harm will come to you."
She stood next to Qingya and solemnly promised him. Qingya saw the shadow of Master Liu Bailu in her body.
Every opponent along the way has a cultivation level far higher than his own. Until now, Qingya couldn't imagine whether he could defeat them with his own strength alone.
I still remember that after losing the first test that day, Liu Bailu told himself when he flew back to Yaoguang Peak that he could only grow by constantly fighting against strong enemies.
At first, I agreed wholeheartedly, but I never thought that fighting a powerful enemy would be so thrilling. This was just a grain of dust in the world.
Geniuses are born every day in this world, and geniuses die every day. The path of spiritual cultivation is always accompanied by crisis and death.
