My Taoist companion just wants to welcome and refuse

Hundreds of teleportation circles tightly surrounded the mountain spirit, and the inscription haloed blue and full of the powerful demon power of the Ten Thousand Demon King.Heiyan and Heiyan who were trapped in it struggled fiercely, but the magic circle was running coldly and mercilessly.

The magic circle couldn't stop the black flame, but the magic circle was arranged ingeniously, like doors connected end to end.Hei Yan escaped through this door and returned to the original place through another door.

Although Hei Yan was free to move, he was forced to stay where he was, as if he was imprisoned.

The black flame that can burn everything repeatedly drilled into Hei Yan's body, greedily gnawed at the magic core, and filled every inch of Hei Yan's devil energy in an instant, trying to swallow it up.

Zai Chuan passed through the inscription of Lan Che and the black flame, and the sharp blade touched the magic core.

A dazzling cold light condensed on the tip of the sword, and Hei Yan, who was biting the magic core, shrank back in fear to avoid its sharp edge.

Shanling allowed Su Qunyun to activate the Black Flame Forbidden Curse, with the intention of burning more demon energy for his own use.Now it has instead become a sharp sword in the hands of the enemy, forcing it on his own throat.

The mountain spirit has long lost its shape, and only the violent demonic energy and black flames are left to resist. The anger of the demonic core continues to scream, echoing throughout the battlefield.

Seeing the dark blue figure standing outside the magic circle with cold eyes and drooping eyes, the magic core is gnashing its teeth, it is no longer the voice of Qing Shiyu, but an angry voice that cannot be distinguished by gender——

"...Shu Lang, if you want stability in the world, why bother to seek a way of coexistence with other clans! When Lingying Mountain becomes the strongest existence, how can there be any reason why other clans won't submit to you?"

Qing Yan knew that what Shan Ling said might not be wrong, but the perspectives of the two were always different. If the gods had no compassion for all living beings and played with the living beings in the palm of their hands, there would be endless disasters.

He was unmoved, and could only say: "Blood roads cannot pave the peace I want."

Shanling smiled sharply, with a bit of cruelty and sternness: "Why do you care about other people's life and death, and work hard for them? If you are not satisfied with the turbulent world at this time, then remove all obstructions, sleep for a hundred years, and change the world If we rebuild Lingying Mountain, there will be new demon spirits at that time, and you will still be the Ten Thousand Demon King..."

"Xu Shen's subsequent turmoil was also caused by you, and these words are too out of the way." Qing Yan's eyes and brows were full of unresolved frost, "I want to fight for the vitality of this day and night, and I also want to fight for the sea in the future Qingheyan."

Hearing Shan Ling say that human life is worthless, he knew that Shan Ling was once angry at the destruction of Lingying Mountain, and knew that his fault promoted the disaster at that time, and wanted to make amends in a hurry.

But what he used was a bigger mistake.

Qing Yan looked directly at the silent demon core, and asked slowly in a calm voice: "Back then, the entire Lingying Mountain respected you as a god, respected you, and worshiped you constantly. What did you regard them as, and what did you regard as creatures in the world?"

Shan Ling seemed to feel the chill in Qing Yan's words, and also thought of the harmonious years a hundred years ago. He was somewhat nostalgic. After a hundred years, who will remember it? But if it can be used by us to create a new situation, it will be worth it, it is a great honor..."

Qing Yan flicked his robe sleeves, lowered his brows and eyes, showing obvious coldness and anger.

He finally discovered that in the eyes of Shan Ling, any living being, including the thousands of demon spirits sacrificed in Lingying Mountain, is the plaything of the other party, and their fate can be rounded and flattened, so they can be discarded.

"Not to mention how many hundreds of years a demon spirit lives, even if a mortal's life of a hundred years is fleeting in your eyes and can be erased at will, they are precious and close friends and family members of others, and they also have a complete life full of joys and sorrows. Everything conforms to nature. From time to time, you have no right to decide whether they live or die."

Shan Ling sneered: "Time? As a demon spirit, you should know that the law of the world is the law of the jungle..."

The sound disappeared suddenly, it was Zai Chuan's sharp sword that had advanced a few feet, and slowly sank into the indestructible magic core.

The Qing banquet hangs in front of the magic circle, and the inscriptions on hundreds of magic circles suddenly rotate rapidly, gradually merging, changing towards the seal formation that has long been buried in it, and the spiritual energy turbulently raises the dark blue robe.

He manipulated Zai Chuan with one hand in the air, his sleeves fluttered, and the sword that suppressed all demons flew through the demon core sharply, and the cold light shattered everything.

His voice was colder than the cold light on the edge of the sword: "You have your own rules, but if you don't have enough power, you can't let it go."

The magic core trembled violently, it was fear and anger, and finally watched the net formed by Lan Che's inscription tightening more and more without resistance...

Xia Qi stepped on the light, hanging in the endless darkness.

He stretched out a toe tentatively, and tapped an inch below the sword, and water ripples appeared in the nothingness, reflecting half of his boot.

He suddenly withdrew his feet, squatted down slowly with a puzzled face, looked at the darkness, stroked his chin, puzzled.

A moment ago, he sank into the abyss of the space law circle following the guidance of the compass.

Before Su Qunyun was under the abyss, thousands of magic vines were raging, and it was difficult to control the sword, but now it is very smooth.

However, even though they were only a quarter of a foot away from the fighting battlefield, they couldn't hear any sound from there, and couldn't see anything in the endless darkness.

It's like another world here.

When the compass showed that Jiuxiao was here, he looked at the empty darkness and the weird "ground" in front of him, and realized that he seemed to have reached the bottom of the abyss.

He stretched out his hand and shook it on the "ground" that was more like a mirror, and a hand appeared on the mirror, shaking it together.

He vaguely sensed something strange, but couldn't figure it out, so he told Lianguang to himself: "I'll go down and have a look, if something happens later, I have to rely on you to catch it up..."

Having said that, he stepped onto the mirror cautiously, and his feet were actually very firm, so he took a few steps.

The mirror also reflected his figure completely, but it made him stunned——

The one standing under his feet is not the Xia Qi in the black cloak and light yellow clothes at this time, but the Xia Qi who was short, thin and straight when he was a teenager, and looks young.

He opened his eyes wide, leaned over and looked at him with his knees on his knees, and the little boy also looked at him with wide eyes in shock, his movements were exact.

What's going on with this place... Thinking of this, he posed a few poses in disbelief, and the boy made exactly the same movements.

Isn't this guy some kind of monster?His mind turned sharply, he twisted his posture artificially, and made a few exaggerated movements.

After scratching his head and posing, he turned his head and found that behind him, a person was looking at him in astonishment, as if he knew him again.

The person who came was his Taoist companion, Qingyan.

The space was strangely quiet for a few breaths.

Xia Qi, who was posing in a new posture, froze, his face froze, and the tips of his ears turned red: "... When did Bo Lan come, why didn't he make a sound?"

Qing Yan paced over, with an uncontrollable smile on his lips: "Seeing that A Qi is having fun, I admired it for a while."

Xia Qi wiped his face in embarrassment, and then got down to business: "Why did Bo Lan come down, Shan Ling has already been solved?"

Qing Yan nodded, and said in a low voice: "The mountain spirit's demon core is broken, and I have sealed him together with the black flame. But the spirit-devouring cauldron is not destroyed, the space magic circle is still connected with the mountain spirit, and the magic energy does not completely disappear, and the mountain spirit will remain forever. I am accumulating power, and when the power is greater than the power of the seal, the magic circle will not be able to suppress it."

Xia Qi frowned, understanding the importance of Jiuxiao.Even if the black flame is sealed, only a little bit of it will start a prairie fire. If this magic circle really exists, it can completely destroy the spirit-devouring cauldron and black flame.

"After all, this is the Shifang Pavilion full of monsters. It is impossible to cut off the magic energy of the altar, but the black flame and the mountain spirit are sealed, and the disciples are also clearing the monsters. It bought us a lot of time."

Just as he was about to tell Qing Yan about the mirror, he was picked up by Qing Yan and walked forward.

Qing Yan's quiet eyes glanced at the surrounding darkness: "Ah Qi has bought a lot of time to find Jiu Xiao. Jiu Xiao only listens to the instructions of Cang Cheng's head seal. If others approach, they will lose their way. The phantom under their feet is Jiu Xiao's supernatural power , reflecting the life of the visitor, Ah Qi needn't be surprised."

Knowing that Qingyan wanted to take him to find Jiuxiao personally, Xia Qi was relieved again.There is always peace of mind when you are with each other.

He curiously looked at the reflection at Qing Yan's feet, it was Shu Lang with black hair and blue eyes, except for wearing a black Chinese dress, he was no different from today's Qing Yan.

And Qing Yan's eyes also fell on his feet, seeing that boy is well-behaved and quiet, he couldn't help feeling soft, and said with a smile: "So A Qi looked like this when he was a boy."

Xia Qi patted his head at a loss, and hurriedly glanced at the reflection, he was thin and weak before, not very good-looking, why Qing Yan kept staring at him, his cheeks were inexplicably hot.

There are only two people in nothingness here, he couldn't help being bold, and sighed pretending to be disappointed: "Does Bo Lan like me when I was a teenager, or the me now? Why is he holding me, and still looking at the other party... so greedy .”

Hearing this, Qingyan's blue eyes were stained with a meaningful smile, even if it was only a light layer, it made Xia Qi's cheeks even redder.

"I'm just greedy, I want to know all about Aqi, but I miss Aqi's past years, and I feel a little regretful. However, Aqi also stared at Shulang a moment ago, so... the Wan Yao King and the head of Qing, Who is more in line with Sect Master Xia's wishes?"

Xia Qi was taken aback when he heard the words, and immediately bent over with a smile, almost falling into the arms of his Taoist companion: "How long will Bo Lan have to remember these words...why it's endless!"

Seeing Qing Yan, he couldn't help laughing, and couldn't help hugging each other's arms tightly, every word contained a light and soft coquettish meaning, "I am also greedy, I want both of them, and Heilong also wants it, I believe the three of them can make a good relationship." Get along and take care of me together!"

He heard Qing Yan chuckled, and raised his head with a smile. His Taoist companion unexpectedly leaned over and kissed his lips, and with a passing warm breath, he whispered: "I agree. Being together is always very happy, and they must think so. Aqi only needs to discuss with Shu Lang and Heilong, and we can take care of Aqi together at any time."

Xia Qi's head was full of rubbish, and he subconsciously remembered some amazing pictures, and his cheeks became hotter.

He was very happy in his heart, it was very funny, and he thought his Taoist companion was cute.

Not knowing where he was going, Qing Yan suddenly stopped, the smile on his face faded, he squeezed his hand and reminded: "Jiu Xiao is right here."

Xia Qi looked around at the emptiness and darkness, and was taken aback for a moment, then saw the seal of the sect emerged from Qing Yan's palm.

The light blue seal was clear and warm, awakened by the aura of Cang Cheng's master, and circles of small inscriptions appeared, like a ghostly fire in the dark night.

Immediately afterwards, he was keenly aware of the fluctuations of aura floating out of thin air around the originally empty surroundings, which was clear and shallow like a wandering lake.

A magic weapon slowly hung in front of Qing Yan's eyes.

It turned out to be a scrolled scroll, like any scroll that was randomly placed in an ordinary study room, but it could be detected that it contained pure Qingsheng spiritual power, and it slowly fell into Qingyan's hands.

Qing Yan rubbed the clean white scroll with her fingertips, and explained: "Jiuxiao can engrave all things into the scroll, and after modification by the owner, it can be reproduced."

Xia Qi was amazed: "Such as building roads when encountering mountains, building bridges when encountering water, and creating landscapes out of thin air?"

"More than that," Qing Yan smiled and patiently explained, "All things, naturally including the magic circle runes."

Xia Qi was stunned, and found that his eyesight was narrow. As Cang Cheng's inheritance token, he naturally had extraordinary abilities, and such supernatural powers were also most suitable for building illusions.

"If you own this thing, you don't have the ability to destroy the world..."

Qing Yan shook her head: "I said before that to activate Jiuxiao, you need to sacrifice the user's soul. Once a monk's soul is damaged, it cannot be easily repaired, so no one dares to try it lightly."

Xia Qi nodded, swept Jiuxiao with his divine sense, and was suddenly taken aback: "Bai Lan, there are three spiritual power breaths in Jiuxiao, and they must be the three seniors."

Jiuxiao flipped in Qingyan's hands for a moment, and he said in a deep voice: "I know how Jiuxiao entered the altar. Jiuxiao was split into three parts, merged with the soul in the bodies of the three seniors, and then injected the soul and aura into the magic circle. When the three spiritual powers are complete, Jiu Xiao will gather at the eye of the formation and return to the prototype."