Chapter 1440

Lingxiao glanced at the rice paper and saw that she looked away and looked at other places. It seemed that she didn't see it. The patriarch's expression at this time, his heart slightly relaxed and slightly coughed, "the patriarch doesn't need to worry about, what kind of person is Mr. nine? His every move is naturally prepared, and he will be OK."

The sword master returned to God and nodded immediately, "that's right. I'm worried too much." The face is calm, the smile reappears, but the worries in the bottom of my heart still exist. After all, it was the dark world. What Qin Huan wanted to kill was the powerful Dark Lord!

Xuanzhi smiled and saluted, "elder martial brother Lingxiao, the master of sword, is now on the right track. I have some other things to report to you, so I will not stay here for a long time. Goodbye."

When she finished meeting the two, she turned around and walked away, showing a trace of contempt at the corner of her mouth. She thought that the sword master of Tongtian sword sect had poor eyes. No wonder that over the years, she was still stuck in the semi holy level and could not get promotion.

What about the Dark Lord? It's the real master, and Mr. nine is not necessarily invincible!

Today, since Mr. Jiu is fighting, the time of the Dark Lord is not much Yes, Xuan paper is so confident in Qin Huan now. Even Qin Huan didn't know that now he has more than one. He is loyal and enthusiastic!

Not to mention that on this side, the smile on the sword master's face collapsed, and his face held Lingxiao in a dignified manner. In his wry smile, he began to discuss the migration of the clan to avoid disaster. On the other side, Qin Huan stepped into the black whirlpool, and after a relatively stable transmission, he has successfully arrived at the dark world.

The first thought is that this place is really worthy of its name. It's really out of reach. Everything is shrouded in endless darkness. Fortunately, the way of darkness was also within Qin Huan's ability, so he didn't feel too uncomfortable.

There is a wind blowing across Hirano, rolling up small grains of sand, bumping into the body and falling again and again, making a slight "Hula" sound. This is a very normal thing, as a bare plain without grass cover, it will be naturally swept up by mud dust after the wind.

However, Qin Huan frowned and reached out to catch the sand grains that had hit him. He twirled his fingers a few times, and there was a little surprise under his eyes. It seemed that he had noticed something else from these small sand grains.

"Dark world It's really unusual... " With a sigh in his mouth, Qin Huan let go and let the sand fall between his fingers. Then he stepped forward and went to the place with his back to the wind.

The wind came from behind, rolled up his robe, and fluttered in the wind. It had a kind of free and easy atmosphere, like a fairy who was fighting against the wind. With today's appearance and the cohesion of the avenue, the whole body naturally exudes some dust breath, which is really elegant.

Unfortunately, there was no ghost in this dark world, so there was no qualified audience to set off Qin Huan's demeanor at this time.

The reason why we don't know the direction is that the wind and the sand have given the answer.

All the way forward, there is only the sound of wind. The sand is constantly rolled up from the ground. Some of them don't fly far away, and then they fall down. The other part rises with the wind and goes straight into the dark sky. Driven by the endless wind, they fly to the deep plain.

When Qin Yu walked in it, he would inevitably experience the warm baptism of the sand on his head. He had to open up a dark breath and isolate them all. Otherwise, he would have to become a clay man before waiting for the place.

To be fair, at such a critical moment, there will be a big war. It's stupid to waste any power.

However, the grains of sand here were unusual. Qin Huan thought he didn't enjoy the blessings. If they were really covered in them, he would really become a clay figure, which would be broken if he touched it with any force.

It's been a long time since he moved on. The plain under his feet is huge, but Qin Huan still doesn't want to run in the sky.

Besides, he has been in for a while, but he has never met anyone on the way.

The dark world is not a precipice, but a front fortress of the Western wasteland. It is reasonable to say that there are many powerful people in it. Since the Dark Lord escaped back, it was easy to gather a group of practitioners as his identity, not to mention stopping Qin Huan, at least organizing several lines of defense, slowing down his speed of breaking in, consuming his strength as much as possible, so as to improve his possibility of living.

But there was nothing. The silence was just abnormal. Qin Huan's brow was slightly wrinkled. After a few rest, he recovered slowly. As I have said before, when the situation reaches this stage, there is no other choice but to thoroughly hammer out the Dark Lord and let him take the boxed rice.

So, even though there was something strange here, Qin Huan could only go on Let alone, the eye of the eternal night is still ahead. If Qin Yu doesn't go, he will sell it.

The fact that he could not see five fingers did not mean that he could not see anything. On the contrary, because he mastered the way of darkness, everything here was within Qin Huan's perception range.

So when the ring mountain appeared on the horizon, Qin Huan found it at first, and then saw the clean and tidy hall surrounded by it.All the sand in the sky fell into the circular mountain and became a part of it, but no one touched the hall. There seems to be an invisible barrier between the two sides, separating them from each other.

When he breathed, Qin Huan's face was not relaxed at all. No accident was the goal. So if the Dark Lord wants to do something, this is the last chance.

He really didn't do anything? Or is it the eye of the night that is chased and killed, which can't be arranged until it's beaten down?

But in fact, Qin Huan didn't think much of both possibilities, because the other side was the Dark Lord, the highest leader of the world, which could rival the strong existence of the Haoyang Lord here.

Take a breath. In order to keep the balance, take another breath. This is not nonsense, but continues the progress of the story, because at the moment Qin Huan took this breath, a cold suddenly appeared, and then spread out like a tide.

The extremely cold breath seems to come from the ancient ice caves, or from the nine secluded places. It instantly freezes the flesh and blood, and then extends to the soul. Qin Huan's consciousness was blurred for a while. Suddenly, the sword sounded in his ear. The brighter and the colder he was, the more he killed the enemy, the more he would be frozen and split.

In a moment, Qin Huan woke up with a dull hum. His heart beat vigorously between his chest. With the sound of "click" and "click" breaking, the frozen ice on his body surface broke and fell one after another.

His eyes were cold, and his mind broke out, surging like the tide.

But deep in his heart, he was full of fear and anger. A moment ago, he was still in a state of extreme vigilance. But who could have thought that such terrible consequences could be caused when he inhaled his breath into his mouth and nose.

If it had not been for the sword of the East China Sea, which had cut open with invisible sword and imprisoned Qin Huan's soul, he would not have been killed in such a simple way, but the consequences would not have been easy!

If the means of the Dark Lord are really sharp and horrible, if they don't move, they will not move. If they do, they will kill people!

Obviously, it was just the beginning, because with Qin Huan breaking away from the extreme cold, the ground suddenly began to break in front of him.

It is not a crack or collapse, but a tear from the inside to the outside, and then a large number of figures are drilled out of the hole.

The adjective "a large number" is not excessive at all, because people are really many and many, and can't see the end of the past at a glance.

And more precisely, it's not appropriate to say that, because all the bodies that came out of the ground in front of Qin Huan were corpses, one by one, with pale skin, red eyes, and black fog swirling like fire.

This is a puppet, sacrificing with the power of darkness, and the unconscious killing tool.

Whether it is powerful or not depends on the strength of the refiner and the cultivation of the puppet itself.

We can imagine the level of refining puppets with the strength of the Dark Lord and the strong cultivation of the dark way.

But these puppets in front of us, although they have strong breath, are not so much.

At least in Qin Huan's view, when the sky was up to the level of "cannon fodder", the rush of a honeycomb could only slightly slow down his speed and consume some power.

Well These words seem familiar

Qin Huan frowned. There was a trace of disgust and cold under his eyes. He had some reactions. Why didn't he see half of the living people along the way. His eyes swept in front of him. If there was no accident, they were all here.

In order to be able to live more, your Lord, the Dark Lord, is merciless. Although mole ants live secretly, in order to ensure their own survival, everything can be understood But in Qin Huan's view, it was still too much.

At least it's beyond Qin Huan's line, so his eyes are colder and his killing intention is stronger.

Roar -

in the roar, a dark puppet comes like lightning, with amazing speed and even more horrible breath.

Qin Huan's eyebrows were light and his eyes were heavy. The puppet was a saint before he died!

Yes, it's not the semi Saint struggling in the sea of suffering, but the giant existence that has arrived at the other side and successfully agglomerated its own Avenue.

Although he had seen the tyranny of the Dark Lord with his own eyes, Qin Huan could not believe that he could make a real saint into a dark puppet.

After all, in Qin Huan's view, it's hard to be the master. It's hard for a real saint to commit suicide.

Unable to figure out what to do, Qin Huan stepped down step by step and raised his hand to point out. The place where his fingertips fall, a little light appears, and then it looks like a big day jumping out of the vast sea, releasing the bright light.

The light, like an arrow, was shot out of the sky with a big bow as tight as a full moon, and stabbed into the eyes of all the dark puppets. Some dark puppets with weak breath were shot into the eyes by the light arrow and screamed. Their bodies were boiling like black smoke, and then their bodies were rapidly festering, turning into broken bones and rotten meat and falling to the ground.

Was killed on the spot!The dark puppet of the true saint stage rushed to Qin Huan, and took the most of the killing power of the light arrow. He snorted that the surface of his body began to burn, but soon there was light breaking out of the flame, gathering a set of light armor covering his whole body.

Qin Huan was surprised. What he saw was really unexpected. He also looked at the level and ability of the Dark Lord more highly.

Not to mention the ruthlessness of heart or not, in the aspect of light and dark integration, the Dark Lord has really reached the peak, and may even be stronger than the Lord. Qin Huan naturally can't compare with it.

Because the dark puppet in front of him is a powerful figure who takes the road of light and achieves true holiness.

It's admirable that we should refine the light Lord into a dark puppet, and let the two forces blend harmoniously. Otherwise, it's just this.

What's more, this dark puppet is obviously more than that. The light and dark integration in its body is in turn promoting its strength.

The light raid plan failed. Qin Huan frowned a little and took back his finger. He clenched his five fingers into a fist and then went forward.

Dong -

is low and dull. It seems to be heavily bombarded. On an invisible thick wall, it immediately arouses waves and spreads outwards.

It seems that the fluctuation is not strong, but it has an extremely amazing power of imprisonment. It is like a thick mud whirlpool. After catching the prey, it starts to be bound layer by layer, locking it tightly.

The dark puppet of the true saint stage roars angrily, and the violent force erupts in itself, covering the bright armor surface of the whole body. At this time, a black texture emerges.

The power of light and darkness was activated, and the power of confinement from the vibration of space was broken by arrogance and strength, but Qin Huan was still calm.

A dead thing is a dead thing. Even if it is a dark puppet of the real saint level, even though it has powerful power, it is not difficult to deal with it.

Just like at present, it seems that it has broken Qin Huan's confinement directly, but this powerful and violent means will also cause great damage to itself because of the strong aftershock.

Then the dark puppet came out of the trap. Its body surface was covered with armor. With a small sound, a crack suddenly appeared.

These cracks were what Qin Huan needed. As long as there was damage in the solid existence, there was a chance of internal damage.

He raised his hand and pointed out, but this time, there was a light on Qin Huan's fingertips, but the black and white colors were interwoven with each other, which gave a very mysterious feeling.

The place where the fingertip falls is the dark puppet of the true saint stage opposite. The armor on the surface of his body is broken, which is equal to the light and dark coexistence of his own mellow body. Therefore, there is a flaw, which can no longer flow naturally.

This gave Qin Huan an opportunity to talk about the disadvantages of the dead. I will not repeat here.

What's more, he doesn't want to take this as a way to destroy the dark puppet of the real holy step directly in front of him. It's not a difficult thing to shake the light dark balance in his body a little and trigger an "explosion" from inside to outside.

The dark puppet of the real saint step suddenly stumbled at his feet. His chest made a dull sound, like a thunderbolt exploded from the ground.

Click -

Click -

more cracks, with its chest as a dot, spread rapidly in all directions, all over the upper half of the bright armor. The strong defense of this powerful dark puppet is now extremely weak.

Qin Huan was able to continue to make it weaker in the same way.

But there was no time. He would not give the dark puppet a chance to get close, because Qin Huan was really worried that he would order the puppet to explode himself in order to live.

The dark puppet of the true saint stage was in the state of light and dark coexistence. If it really exploded at his side, Qin Huan could not retreat.

When it's time to do it Qin Huan exhaled and drank low. He stepped forward for a moment, raised his hand and hit hard!