Chapter 13 To Tsing Yi

The dark bear stands up like a hill, like a grinding wheel-sized claws and slapping down in the air.

When hitting, dark black gas constantly overflows from the sharp claws, rendering the air with a trace of purple light.

These gases are the natural talent of dark bears, which can corrode all objects, and air is no exception.

But the man beside the pool swept his left arm like a knife without looking back.

A dark red flame burst in the void, and the knife passed silently.

And behind the man's dark bear body like a hill, followed by countless bright lights and fires spread from his abdomen, silently burning his huge body to ashes.

There was never a sound in the process of burning, but at the end, the ashes condensed into a red crystal and fell to the ground crisply. The crystal was like a flower, eye-catching in the dark air.

"Come out, there's no need to hide."

** The young man with his body stood up. He was wrapped in a tattered gray waist skirt, covering the important parts. He looked like a wild barbarian, but the resolute and proud look on the man's face made people sigh.

A wonderful figure came out of the shadow behind him. His black hair hung his shoulders, and a pair of gorgeous eyes looked brilliant even in the boundless darkness, with a cold charm.

"The suzerain asked you to go out of the customs and go to Qingyi."

Miaoman's figure is cold, like a snowy mountain that has not melted for ten thousand years. The beauty is refreshing but ruthlessly rejects people.

"Exit?" The man smiled disdainfully, grabbed his fluffy hair, and replied disapprovingly, "I'm not happy enough here. I don't want to go back."

"Don't want to go back?" Miaoman's figure raised her steps gently, came behind Xiang Qingyi, and said coldly, "This is the order of the suzerain. Do you want to resist the order?"

Xiang Qingyi laughed, and his waist was bent down with a smile. He sat on the ground and gasped and said, "Are you scaring me with my master?" Is there any mistake? When did I hear the old guy's words?

A trace of chagrin appeared on the woman's cold and bright face, which was fleeting.

She didn't retort or scold angrily, but whispered, "Miao Wu is dead."

"Hmm?" The man lying by the pool raised his eyebrows and asked in a low voice, "How did you die?

"Killed by a little guy in Jiangnan martial arts and died under the Red Buddha. The two of them can't make two moves." The dark-haired woman stood beside the man and looked down coldly, "Don't you want to be with the little guy who killed Miao Wu?"

"Fighting?" Xiang Qingyi smiled. He always had a natural domineering and pride when he smiled, as if nothing could defeat him. "Why should I go to play with that guy? I don't want to get into the old guys' political games. It's interesting. Jiangnan finally has a personal thing. Make a good noise. I don't want to give it to the old man. Things can be used as guns.

"You..." The woman was so angry that she couldn't say a word.

Xiang Qingyi under her looked at her with great interest, and then shook her head and sighed contentedly: "I think it's a sense of accomplishment to make Jiangbei's first cold beauty butterfly dance face appear with an angry expression."

"Although Miao Wu is powerful, I am not unsure of winning him. Compared with Miao Wu, I am more interested in Li Qiushui. This boy is best at pretending to be a pig and eating tigers. He smiles all day long, but even I can't see through his depth. This time, after I get out of the customs, I will go first. Find him. Go back and talk to the old man. Now, you can turn around and leave, or sleep with me.

He whistled at Qingyi, and his words were frivolous and ambiguous.

"Well, this time, I'm afraid you're going to change your plan." Diewu ignored the teasing to Qingyi, and just said a sentence that made the latter jump up: "The other party uses 'empty devour'. The mysterious attribute power in the empty qi and blood is also the power you have been dreaming of."

"What?"

Sure enough, he jumped up to Qingyi, and his face sank in an in an swift. "What are you talking about? Emptiness?"

With the moment of asking the questioning of Qingyi, countless bright and blazing flames appeared in the air for no reason. These flames were burning and hanging in the air, like boundless ghost fire, covering within a radius of 50 meters, illuminating the edge of the gloomy cold.

The butterfly dance was forced by the huge pressure, and her body took a step back imperceptibly. In her eyes, there was a fire between heaven and earth, endless fire, and Xiang Qingyi was like a flame god, domineering and irresistible.

This is a huge pressure, which can only be possessed by the power at the master level.

After the martial artist reaches the realm of ten thousand enemies, he will force the opponent through the power of qi and blood, and some illusions will appear in his mind, but that's all. He can't substantially hurt the other party. However, after reaching the master level, the power of qi and blood can even simulate a huge world and cover you in it. As long as the master is willing, A look can make you break your heart and die under pressure.

This is the power of the master.

As for the Wu Zun above the master, the pressure is equivalent to the real power. Everything in the fantasy can become a substantial qi and blood attack. At this time, the divine master who seizes the realm can no longer hurt Wu Zun, unless it is the realm of creation, but even if it is the realm, it can only be equal to Wu Zun.

The martial artist has reached the extreme, and his strength is not inferior to the ultimate of divine thoughts.

The fear of butterfly dance appeared in his eyes. He frowned at Qingyi, quietly dispersed his blood pressure, curled his mouth, and said a little apologetically, "I'm sorry, I'm not used to it. The power of the master level is too huge, and my control is not skillful. I'm afraid of you. I'm sorry."

The pressure dissipated silently, and the butterfly dance quietly relaxed in her heart. There was a lot of cold sweat on her forehead. She looked at Qingyi with a complicated look: "Yes, it's indeed 'empty eating'. My father saw it with his own eyes. It can't be wrong."

"Did Elder Huo see it with his own eyes? That won't be wrong." He stretched out his body to Qingyi, and his bones crackled. "Butterfly Dance, get out of the way. Some interesting things come to look for death."

Butterfly dance turned around in surprise, but found that the cold Tan was not far away. In the forest, there were many beasts. These beasts were all dark without a trace of light, just like ghost shadows in the dark, staring at the blue clothes and butterfly dance fiercely one by one.

They are attracted by sparks suspended in the air. In this cold and empty valley, heat represents energy. Only hot blood can emit such light. They have no eyes. In thousands of years of evolution, they have abandoned vision, but Develop the sense of smell to the extreme.

Even a small trace of heat can be smelled from kilometers away.

"Okay, a lot of dark beasts..."

Butterfly dance is a little scared. She is not a woman who has no power to bind chickens, but a martial arts master who kills thousands of people. However, this secluded valley is the most mysterious retreat of the "Dragon Emperor" for thousands of years. Among them, even the beast, even the weakest mouse, has the strength to fight with the peak warrior.

And the bears, tigers, lions and leopards have the power to tear the masters below the master to pieces.

There is also a legendary Jiuyou Dragon King who sleeps deeply at the bottom of the cold, which is equivalent to a powerful existence as a martial saint.

And the dark beasts gathered in front of them not only groups of greedy wolves, but also a few tall dark bears and lions and tigers. They all stared at themselves. The cold murderous atmosphere came like a tide, making them unable to move.

The difference in strength is too big. The only thing she can do is to leave, but the moment of leaving means a flaw. These ferocious dark beasts are extremely fast, and they are likely to be torn to pieces by them.

The butterfly dance began to tremble, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

Even if Xiang Qingyi reaches the master's power level, he can't fight against such a large number of dark beasts.

"Don't be afraid."

Take a step forward to Qingyi, block the body of the butterfly dance behind him, and then the body gradually floats up.

In the surprised eyes of the butterfly dance, a huge flame dragon head pattern began to appear on the back of the ** of the blue coat. Circles of gas and blood spread out around like ripples, setting off a violent hurricane, and the butterfly dance behind him could not even open its eyes.

At the same time, all the dark beasts began to roar, and their bodies overflowed with ink light.

They are angry, angry at the arrogance of Tsing Yi.

But at this moment, Xiang Qingyi suddenly roared up to the sky and let out a roar of a giant beast that could cross the sky.

"No, you will wake up Jiuyoulong..."

Butterfly dance suddenly closed her mouth, and her beautiful eyes opened to the maximum in an instant. The following words could no longer be said.

In front of her, there is a strange scene to the extreme.

The dragon pattern on the back of the blue coat suddenly came to life and rose to the sky, winding into a huge flame dragon. The feathers were fresh and lifelike.

To the blue coat, it is suspended between the dragon's body, and countless bright scales are derived from the whole body. There is a strange stream of ancient red characters flowing between the forehead and chest. Countless fire lights are formed in his palm, condensing into a towering flame ball like the sun.

The heat overflowed, and all the dark beasts began to be afraid, making a low whining sound, which was the mutter of begging for mercy and fear.

Xiang Qingyi just put one hand in one hand.

The fireball burst silently.

The flesh and blood splashed, and the valley suddenly flowed into a river.