The bright nebula hung high in the air, and in the middle was a huge black hole, and endless heaven and earth energy and star power converged towards the nebula and black hole.

Gradually, an incomparably terrifying and dangerous aura that shook the depths of people's hearts overflowed from the black hole.

The monks suddenly felt a great threat, and almost at the same time, they fled into the distance.

However, a vast suction force emanated from the black hole and had enveloped their figures.

A strong treasure light suddenly lit up, but a monk sacrificed a shield-shaped magic weapon, blocking it, trying to cut off the suction ......'click', the treasure light suddenly dissipated, and the shield-shaped magic weapon was like a fragile eggshell, which was crushed by an invisible force, and the monk's body was also torn to pieces.

"How can it be!"

A Mahayana monk shouted angrily, and the sound waves spread in all directions like rolling thunder, and a sword light shot out from the center of his eyebrows, slashing towards the direction where Murong Xianxian was.

Murong Xianxian did not move, and unhurriedly played a sword trick...... In an instant, the nebula above trembled slightly, and there was a faint whistling sound in the black hole, and the suction force suddenly increased, and the sword light paused slightly, and then shot towards the black hole. No, I was drawn in by that suction.

Zheng ......

The sword light flew into the black hole almost instantaneously, and was instantly twisted into pieces.

The Mahayana monk snorted, and then let out a roar of unwillingness...... His protective light disintegrated in an instant, and one of his arms was twisted to pieces. I don't know what secret method he cast, the blood flashed, and his figure actually came out of the scope of the black hole. However, the other Mahayana and a group of monks were not so lucky, and the treasure light of the talisman was crushed one after another, and although they tried their best to escape, they still could not escape from the black hole and strangled.

Murong Xianxian was able to catch up with the Mahayana monk with the broken arm, but in that case, I was afraid that she would have to enter the field of vision of many monks, and she also intended to let this person go back and report to the main messenger...... Either send more people for her to sacrifice the sword, or stop there. Of course, with Murong Xian's experience, the latter possibility is rare.

"It's a pity! The hard work of cultivation turned into a dream for Nanke. ”

Murong Xianxian sneered, and then flicked her sleeves, seven sword lights and those storage rings on the ground flew into her sleeves, her eyes looked in the direction of Miluo City, but she fell into deep thought...... There is no doubt that those people were sent by Men Qingyang, she was curious that since she entered Miluo City, she was careful every step of the way, only Tianqiao Pavilion knew the location of her temporary cave mansion, but the direction that came out of the temporary cave mansion was something that even Tianqiao Pavilion could not grasp, how could someone from that sect Qingyang faction catch up with her so coincidentally?

"Door Qingyang. ”

Murong Xian smiled coldly, and a little murderous intent appeared at the corner of his lips. Then her figure turned into a ray of light again, and flew back to Miluo City, she also had to collect information about the Abyss of the Sea of Mist, and the more she knew, the higher the possibility of entering and exiting safely.

At the same time that Murong Xianxian returned to the temporary cave mansion, he was in a high-end emerald green attic somewhere in Miluo City.

Men Qingyang, who was about twenty years old, had a handsome face, but had a slightly gloomy temperament, slammed his fist and pinched the jade wine glass in his hand into powder. The handsome face had been twisted with anger.

And in front of him was a middle-aged monk with an ugly face...... It was the Mahayana monk who escaped with a broken arm, but at this time he had both arms intact, and he should have been born by some secret method.

"Actually let her escape? Okay, good! Two Mahayana monks led the team, and actually let a Condensing Infant Realm monk swagger away, hehe! My Haiyun Sect's face, do you want it anymore? Uncle Grandmaster, how can you explain these damaged people?!" Men Qingyang gritted his teeth and sneered, almost every time he said a word, the faces of the four people in front of him became even more pale, and the atmosphere in the room was also depressing.

"Sect Master Nephew, that person is definitely not a Condensing Infant Cultivator, she should have used some kind of hidden cultivation treasure. And the sword array she casts is so powerful that we can't resist it at all. Uncle Grandmaster argued that although his cultivation rank was higher than that of Men Qingyang, he was too polite to Men Qingyang.

"Sword formation, can you be sure?" asked Men Qingyang with a frown.

Seeing that the Mahayana monk nodded, Men Qingyang's eyes showed a look of doubt: "Can you kill the Mahayana monk's sword formation in one fell swoop? How can such a powerful person never hear of it in the Sea of Fog?"

The Mahayana monk's face suddenly showed a relaxed look, but then Men Qingyang's face showed a touch of anger, and he said gloomily: "Since her sword formation is so powerful, she is definitely not a nameless, you also arrange for someone to check it, and let them calculate one or two of this clue to see what this person's origin is?"

The Mahayana monk's heart sank slightly, and he frowned slightly: "Does the disciple's nephew mean that he will continue to pursue this person?"

Hearing this, he smiled coldly and said, "Don't worry! I'm not so ignorant! Right now, my Haiyun Sect should focus on the affairs of the Abyss of the Sea of Fog." However, the birth of the innate spirit treasure is important, but this matter must not be left behind. This person hides her head and tail, and you can't find out her origin for a while. Ask the Elders of the Gate to deduce, and when the matter of the Abyss of the Sea of Fog is over, it will be just right to deal with this person-"

Uncle Grandmaster's face suddenly showed a slight joy.

Seeing this, Men Qingyang was slightly stunned, and said indifferently: "If it's just for the things in the auction hall, I won't pursue it anymore." If you lose this face, you will lose it, and it is not cost-effective to waste the manpower of the sect for this person. However, since she killed my Haiyun Sect disciple and has a set of sword formations, I have to get my hands on them! The sword formation that can kill the Mahayana monks is an incredible inheritance treasure, how can I miss it!"

When the Mahayana monk heard this, his expression was also solemn, and his face showed a look of approval: "What the disciple and nephew said is right! Heaven and earth are created, and only the virtuous live in them. ”

The corners of Men Qingyang's lips were lightly raised, and he bowed slightly. And the next moment, his eyes revealed a sharp glow as cold as a knife, and his voice also revealed a little chill: "It's just that although this person can be put down temporarily, but the matter of the Abyss of the Sea of Fog must not be relaxed, since Uncle Wang and the others have encountered an accident, I will immediately ask the sect for help and send additional manpower." ”

"But...... If the sect asks about the loss of manpower, how should it answer?" the sect master asked hesitantly.

A touch of anger flashed in Men Qingyang's eyes: "Of course it's telling the truth...... When Uncle Wang and they went out, they were ambushed and unfortunately died. ”RS