At this time, let's talk about Xiao Qian.

After Xiao Qian was attacked, he immediately fell into a deep sleep, and although the powerful attack caused him terrifying damage, it was not very fatal because of the protection of the God Emperor Armor.

What really put Xiao Qian in trouble was to save his Lingmeng space three times and twice.

The moment he was attacked, the Reimu space opened automatically, and swallowed him into the Reimu space.

Although the Reimeng space is temporarily under Xiao Qian's control, it is not unlimited. When the Reimu space swallowed his soul into it, his connection with the outside world was completely severed.

Now, the only one who is with him is the little white tiger, and even if it is the sword spirit, there is no news.

"What the hell is going on?" Xiao Qian's face showed a wry smile, and when he entered the Lingmeng space, he clearly saw his body and saw Bo Zhong galloping towards him.

Entering the Reimu space, he fell into an illusion.

Knowing that this was just an illusion, he was never able to get out of it. The illusion was so realistic that even he couldn't tell if it was real or fake.

Sometimes, he even thinks that the little white tiger next to him is also part of the illusion.

"Roar!" the little white tiger let out a low roar, rubbing his little furry head back and forth against Xiao Gan's cheek.

Xiao Qian smiled bitterly, he really didn't expect that this would be the case. He used the Reimu space to kill the powerhouse of the demon race, who would have thought that he himself would be deeply involved in it.

"Is it going to start again?" Xiao Qian muttered as he looked at the changing scenes around him.

He had already been through several battles, and the Sword King, Bozhong, and even the old boss had fought against him. Knowing that he couldn't get out of here, Xiao Qian had a kind of expectation.

Who will you fight next time?

At this moment, the scene was completely stabilized. What was presented to him was a place that he was extremely familiar with. Here, it turned out to be the Qingcheng faction!

That's right, the familiar buildings, as well as the towering icebergs, this is clearly the Qingcheng faction.

After seeing this scene, Xiao Qian was stunned, he didn't expect that the enemy this time was actually from the Qingcheng faction. However, he did not feel any pressure.

Who is most familiar with the surroundings of the Qingcheng faction?

It's not the old master, it's not Bozhong, it's not the many disciples in the sect, it's Xiao Qian!

That's right, it's Xiao Qian. At the beginning, Xiao Qian was never able to condense his Xuanhai, and in the past ten years, he has traveled to every corner of the Qingcheng faction, and even the back mountains of the Qingcheng faction.

He knows everything here.

If a battle were to be fought here, even if there was a strong man of the Nine Heavens, he would have the confidence to rely on his own strength to deal with it.

In the previous battle, he found a very interesting thing, the Xuan Qi in his body was slowly recovering, once he reached his peak state, even if he faced a king, he was sure to escape.

What he couldn't figure out the most was that he was already a spirit body, so why was he still able to use Xuan Qi?

"Kill!" After walking to the back mountain, the scene suddenly changed, and the surrounding shouted to kill the sky. Many disciples rushed towards the back mountain, and many strong people fell here, completely becoming a dry bone in the back mountain.

Seeing this scene, Xiao Qian sighed in his heart.

In the history of the Qingcheng faction, there was only one such great calamity, and that was the day when the Agni Gate invaded the Qingcheng faction.

"Oh, is the enemy this time Huoyun?" Xiao Gan had an interesting look on his face.

Three months later, he was going to fight Huoyun, and if he could experience Huoyun's king strength here first, then he would be more sure. Immediately, he rushed towards the back mountain.

However, when he came to the battlefield, he was shocked by the scene in front of him.

Standing in front of him was not Huoyun, but a young man who looked about the same as himself. The tall figure was like a long sword, floating in the void.

The knife-cut face made him look more heroic, and a black tights perfectly outlined his figure. With his long hair fluttering in the wind, the young man looked at himself and said coldly, "Huoyun, you're finally here!"

Huoyun, you're finally here!

This sentence, like a thunderbolt, exploded in Xiao Gan's mind. He didn't expect that his identity in this illusion would be Huoyun, and what he didn't expect was that the enemy he faced this time turned out to be his father, Xiao Jing!

Xiao Qian never imagined that his opponent would be his father.

In the past nineteen years, Xiao Qian has never seen his father. Unexpectedly, the first time we met, it turned out to be in such a situation. Father and son, this is a scene that no one wants to see.

Although he knew that this was an illusion, Xiao Qian was still reluctant to fight his father.

"If I offend Qingcheng, then I can only defend it to the death!" Xiao Jing said coldly, he knew very well that behind him were his relatives and his fellow disciples.

Maybe they don't come from the same place, but they all fight for the same sect.

Xiao Qian looked at his father with a complicated expression, at this moment, he had forgotten to fight. As long as he can see his father, then even if he is allowed to die immediately, he is willing.

"Well, the only way to solve it is to fight. After a long time, Xiao Qian spoke.

The scene of his father's death, he never wanted to see. Now, it is himself who can kill his father, how can he turn a blind eye?

Perhaps, only death can solve all this.

Xiao Qian smiled bitterly, held a long sword, and rushed towards Xiao Jing.

He didn't use the sword of the royal road, nor did he use any swordsmanship, just a simple slash.

Cut, cut, stab!

These three words were brought into full play by Xiao Qian. However, in the face of Xiao Jing, he could not have the upper hand. In the illusion world, every time Xiao Qian's attack is attacked, he has the ability to destroy the world and destroy the world.

His strength completely surpassed that of Yaetian. Now he can be said to be a king, an alternative king. However, he was not happy at all.

He knew that before long, his father would die by his sword, and at that time, he would also understand how his father had died.

Sure enough, after three hundred moves, Xiao Gan's long sword pierced Xiao Jing's chest.

"Qian'er, no matter what time it is, you must remember that you are the pride of your father. Whatever your future holds, you have to remember that you have to guard what you should be guarding. Xiao Qian looked at the Qingcheng faction and muttered.

In his eyes, there was no anger, just unwillingness. Because he didn't protect his son well, he was unwilling because he didn't see his son grow up.

Seeing the soft color in Xiao Jing's eyes, Xiao Qian couldn't suppress his feelings anymore.

"Father!" Xiao Qian roared angrily, he knew very well that Xiao Jing was not saying it to himself. He said it to his unborn self, which was also his father's hope for himself before he was born.

You will always be the pride of your father!

This sentence completely broke Xiao Qian's psychological defense.

The surrounding scene was changing wildly, but at this moment, Xiao Qian clearly saw that the spear in his father's hand quickly stabbed towards him.

Until this point, he could no longer continue in this illusion.

The illusion shattered inch by inch, and he returned to the reimu space once again. The little white tiger was still curled up on his shoulder, as if he were a stone statue.

"Father......" Xiao Qian muttered.

However, at this moment, an ethereal voice came out.

"You killed your father, and everything you have today is caused by your own hands. This voice hit Xiao Qian's heart directly, making him break his liver and intestines.

Xiao Qian's face instantly turned extremely pale, he roared angrily, and said, "This is just an illusion, do you think I will believe it when I say this?"

The ethereal voice was not angry because of Xiao Gan's words, and after a long time, he spoke: "Do you really think that this is an illusion? Have you ever thought that in fact, all of this has really happened? In that era, the Sword King did encounter a strong man with the same swordsmanship as himself. Although Huoyun's strength is strong, it is far inferior to your father, and yet he easily killed your father. ”

"That's because my father was besieged, besieged by many kings!" Xiao Qian roared.

"Hahaha, siege? Even if it is a siege, how many people can kill the King of Silence? With the power of annihilation, how can it be that a siege can kill him?"

Xiao Qian stopped talking, he was trying to calm his mood as much as possible.

"Xiao Qian...... Don't take his word for it...... Any ......" At this moment, an intermittent voice entered the Reimu space.

It was the voice of the sword spirit, albeit a little strange.

"Would you rather believe in a spirit than believe in what you have seen with your own eyes?" At this moment, a figure slowly condensed in front of Xiao Qian.

This is the demon body of the Yellow Emperor!

He had obviously been sealed by the Divine Emperor Boots, but he didn't expect that now he would be condensed in the Reimeng space again. Maybe he wasn't the Great, but in some ways, he was more powerful than the Great.

With just one God Emperor Boot, it would be difficult to seal him completely. When Xiao Qian was injured, he had already broken through part of the seal. This gap, although it can't get him out of trouble, can also get a part of his consciousness out of trouble.

This is also part of his plan, as long as the Divine Consciousness can get out of the predicament, then he can greatly reduce the time it takes for him to get out of the predicament.

And the key to this plan lies in Xiao Qian's body. Xiao Qian has taken control of the Reimu space, and although it has been divided, the connection between it is still severe.