At the beginning, the little prince Beili and his mother were crazy about each other.

The old man was so angry that he was not ashamed.

Xiao Se rolled his eyes at him, then took out a pill from his arms and fed it to Sikong Qianluo himself.

If there were people who knew what was good here, they would be furious and scold Xiao Se for wasting heaven's gift.

Lei Wujie patted his chest and swallowed his saliva with a pale face: "Xiao Se, who is that guy with the sword? He gives me the same sense of oppression as Master."

"That's Su Changli!" Xiao Se frowned: "He's a man who is known as half a sword fairy. We are lucky to be alive, but..."

"But what?" Lei Wujie asked curiously.

Xiao Se frowned, wondering if he was overthinking.

I always feel that the other party could have killed him and Lei Wujie at the last moment.

But in the end, the man held back, as if he had encountered some trouble, and turned around and left in a hurry.

Only the two brothers of the Xie family were left, and they were finally killed by Luo Mingxuan and Jianxin, the guardian of Jianxin Tomb.

Xiao Se couldn't figure out what Su Changli was worried about?

Thinking of this, Wu Tian came over and handed Xiao Se a pill: "This is the detoxification pill left by the little doctor, which can cure all poisons."

Xiao Se took the pill, looked at Wu Tian gratefully, and then gave it to Sikong Qianluo.

After a while, Sikong Qianluo woke up slowly.

...

And fifty miles away from Jianxin Tomb, the twelve spider shadows had all been killed, leaving only twelve dead bodies and puppets that were lingering.

Until one person joined, the situation on the battlefield changed.

Looking at his fallen companions, Maotu's eyes were bloodshot.

She stared at Su Changli not far away, like a wounded beast.

"I want you dead!" Maotu roared, rushing over with all her strength.

However, Su Changli was not afraid at all. He dodged Maotu's attack easily.

"Just you?" Su Changli asked coldly, and swung the giant sword in his hand, directly slashing Maotu's throat.

Swish! Blood spurted out.

Maotu's body twitched a few times, his eyes gradually dimmed, and finally fell to the ground powerlessly.

Su Changli glanced at the corpse on the ground indifferently, without any pity in his heart.

He squatted down, holding the bodies of the white-haired woman and the purple-clothed woman, with a touch of sadness in his eyes.

Immerse yourself in the world of illusion...

A familiar voice came, Xiao Ruolin slowly opened his eyes, and the murderous intent in his body seemed to be aroused by someone.

The surroundings were filled with evil spirits. Xiao Ruolin looked around and found himself in a strange and desolate place.

He lowered his head and remained silent, as if he was confused by the illusion just now, and the sword in his hand flashed with cold light.

"This is..." Xiao Ruolin muttered to himself.

His memory still stayed at the time when he had just stepped into a city shrouded in purple haze.

Not long ago, he felt a faint pain in his heart.

A voice in his mind told him to go to a city a hundred miles away from Khotan.

Otherwise, he would regret it for the rest of his life, or regret it for the rest of his life.

He originally sneered at this kind of nothingness, but in the end he came.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, bringing a strong smell of blood.

Xiao Ruolin raised his head vigilantly and saw a group of black shadows approaching him not far ahead.

The black shadows gradually became clear. It turned out to be a group of hideous monsters, and they pounced on Xiao Ruolin with their fangs and claws.

Xiao Ruolin's pupils suddenly dilated, because the monsters were wearing the clothes of his Beili soldiers.

Among them, there were also faces and clothes of Beili people.

There was no doubt that this was a group of Beili people who were refined into medicine men.

Xiao Ruolin shouted angrily, drew his sword, and instantly rushed towards the monsters.

After a long period of tempering, Xiao Ruolin's swordsmanship was extremely sharp, and every sword carried endless killing intent.

There were many monsters, but Xiao Ruolin did not change his face.

He kept moving forward in the killing, and as time went by, the number of monsters gradually decreased.

When the last monster fell in a pool of blood, Xiao Ruolin stood there panting.

His body was covered with blood, and looking at the blood on his hands, he fell into deep doubt.

Because just now, he heard the last dying struggle from the Beili soldiers and people.

They all told of their unwillingness and despair before death.

At this time, a melodious flute sound came into his ears.

Xiao Ruolin looked in the direction of the sound and saw a mysterious man in a black robe standing on a peak not far away and playing the flute.

The figure of the man in the black robe looked particularly dim under the purple light.

It was as if it didn't belong to this world.

Seeing the man in black robe, Xiao Ruolin was instantly furious.

The man in black robe was exactly the one he had been chasing, his former mentor - Wang Changqing!

But for some reason, Xiao Ruolin couldn't feel any breath, as if the other party was a dead person, not existing in this world at all.

Under the black robe, Wang Changqing, whose full appearance could not be seen, raised his hand, like a charlatan: "We are both poor people who are cursed! Come and have a look! See if this world and this dynasty are worth your protection."

After saying that, he opened his hands and embraced the land of Zichuan calmly.

"Don't go!" Xiao Ruolin shouted angrily, and chased after him with his long sword.

Wang Changqing didn't look back, and his back looked ethereal and lonely.

Xiao Ruolin's sword had just been unsheathed when he felt an extremely cold breath rushing towards him, freezing him so much that he couldn't even move.

Xiao Ruolin frowned slightly, quickly retracted his sword, and stood stiffly in place.

At this moment, Wang Changqing's voice sounded in his ears again: "Don't try to resist, because you will eventually drown in the long river of history and embrace the coming Shura Hell."

Swish! The long sword flew into the air, and the sound in his ear was extinguished with one sword.

In an instant, eleven famous swords flew out at the same time, dispelling the ethereal purple haze.

Xiao Ruolin exuded a powerful sword force, and he walked towards Wang Changqing step by step.

With every step, the surrounding sword energy surged, and the air wailed.

"Shura Hell?" Xiao Ruolin sneered: "My life, Xiao Ruolin, has always been in my own hands!"

Before he finished speaking, Xiao Ruolin drew his finger, and the sword energy was like a rainbow, and he went straight to Wang Changqing.

Wang Changqing turned his back to Xiao Ruolin, his body as ethereal as a phantom.

He gently waved the flute in his hand, and an invisible force blocked Xiao Ruolin's sword energy.

"You are still so stubborn." Wang Changqing sighed.

Xiao Ruolin's eyes were firm, and the famous sword floating behind him made a series of sword sounds, and the sword energy was even more fierce.

"Although your sword is strong, it's a pity that you are not my opponent after all, because you can't face your heart directly and can't stare into the abyss." Wang Changqing said slowly.

At this moment, Xiao Ruolin suddenly felt a strong force coming from behind.

He didn't have time to dodge, and was hit by this force, right in the middle of his eyebrows, and the whole person flew out.

Seeing this, Wang Changqing dissipated with the wind, leaving only a black robe in place.

Only when you face hatred squarely will you join hatred...