Chen Lian's eyes were condensed on the word "Yuan". The strokes and strokes scattered one by one, as if he was in the depths of the void, looking at the peerless sword energy, slashing the sun and the moon, falling stars, and even the eternal avenue was left with traces.

This feeling touched him a little. If he was the master of the sword energy, there was something worth fearing in this world, and there was nothing that could not be done and dared not do.

However, all this is just an illusion after all. Chen Lian's mind condensed and he escaped from this illusion.

The sky was still very gloomy and the snow was heavy. The little demon bird leaned lazily in a corner, with soft straw behind it. The little bird next to it looked like a guard, standing guard for it and fulfilling its duties.

When Chen Lian appeared, the demon bird was excited and suddenly pounced over intimately. Chen Lian pointed at the demon bird's beak to stop it from moving next.

Chen Lian shook his head and said, "I will feed you a little regularly every day, so don't be greedy."

The demon bird whined, very unhappy.

Unfortunately, Shenjian magic power was far stronger than it. A ray of wind at his fingertips tied it up and hung it slowly, making fun of it. Then the demon bird seemed extremely unhappy about this and developed a strange aura again. The wisp of wind that had sunglasses dissipated and could not resist it. Then it flapped its wings gently and stood on the opposite eaves in the blink of an eye.

This speed really surprised Chen Lian.

With the spiritual consciousness of Shenlian, I could not catch all the dynamics of the demon bird just now. Although it was because the incident happened suddenly, it was enough to show the little demon bird's power.

The key is that it is still so young and weak. When it really becomes an adult, it will take a speed to survive the transformation disaster. I am afraid that at least it must be a person of the Earth Immortal level to catch it.

Chen Lian didn't know that this demon bird had escaped from the hands of a demon king who was comparable to a ground immortal.

You should know that after the nine realms of practice, those characters can no longer be guessed by common sense. They are truly great figures with boundless magic power and have a stable foothold in the world.

Chen Lian still has the leisure to tease birds. It seems that he has forgotten that there is an enemy about to come.

He named the demon bird Qianmo, and the ordinary little bird Xiaoxun.

Qianmo literally means a small road, which means picking up this demon bird from the side of the road. At the same time, it has a deep mystery. From the ancient scriptures, the word "Qian" refers to the north and south direction of space, and the word "Qian" follows ten, which means "people start and walk". The Nandou is directed to life and the Beidou is directed to death, so it reveals the life process from birth to death. "Hundred" is related to time. From sunrise to the next sunrise, it is often a complete day. In the eyes of some people who are proficient in numerology, this period of time can be divided into one hundred moments.

The word "Span" is related to "time and space" and "cosmic", and it is also a curiosity about Qianmo's uniqueness. Because the eight qi of Taixu itself is inseparable from the composition of the universe, and Qianmo can absorb the eight qi of Taixu, which also shows that there is a connection between the two that Shenming and Jing is not even understood.

The name of Xiaoxun, the ordinary "Little Bird", is much simpler, meaning that "Qianmo" is found.

Xiao Xun is an ordinary bird. He has spirituality because of his deep refinement and found the meaning of his existence because of Qianmo. Qianmo is not only the most noble tribe among birds, but also has noble bloodlines even among birds. Because a vulture wanted to come for food before, Qianmo stared at him and fled quickly.

Only Chen Lian has such leisurely feelings and has given such a name for the two of them, which are not even considered a demon.

Time is like water, and three days pass quickly. That night, the crescent moon is like a knife, and the view of killing is not closed.

The snow was covered with moving moonlight, which was different from that night in the vast sea. Chen Jianmei fought with monk Baoguang. It was the full moon at the beginning, but now it was the new moon.

Just as Chen Jianmei had already returned the elixir at that time, and Chen Lian had not yet returned the elixir.

This is not a even-match battle. Chen Lian didn't even know why the other party wanted to come to him. Perhaps the two had a grudge when they accidentally went in the past, but at that time the other party must not even have the qualifications to let Chen Lian face it.

The same goes until now.

The moon in front of the window is not particularly different tonight.

Qianmo and Xiaoxun set up nests in the hall. They are very spiritual and do not eat, drink, defecate and scatter everywhere. The hall still looks as neat as ever.

The word "Yuan" is hung in the position where the gods should be worshipped.

The lights were lit in the view, and the moonlight came in from outside, not as bright as the lights. Today, the wind was very small, so the lights in the hall did not sway.

Outside the Killing View, the moonlight was suddenly blocked. It turned out that a blood-colored cloud came over the sky. The evil aura was like rolling clouds, rolling inside, but it couldn't come down. The huge spiritual pressure made the lights in the hall light and dark.

Xiao Xun was extremely scared. Qianmo pecked it gently. Looking at its expression, it seemed that Xiao Xun had never seen the world.

Chen Lian thought that the man would come from the scene of the storm, but he didn't expect to fight to the decisive battle above the nine heavens. Chen Lian naturally had no feeling of losing the advantage of geographical advantages. He was like a hurricane, and in the blink of an eye, he rushed into the air. Water mist was sprayed out from his feet. The power of Taixutian and the power of water were combined, and the wind was controlled by the void, and it was also very easy to stabilize in the air.

Shen Qing wore Taoist clothes, with a elegant and elegant look, and was as beautiful as a young man. If a great painter made a picture of a god, he would definitely be inspired when he saw him. When painting, he would definitely take a look with his charm and fairy posture.

On the blood-colored cloud opposite him was a man with an ordinary appearance, but his skin was delicate, like topaz, with a faint bloody color inside. He was wearing a blood-stained dress, the material was very ordinary and looked not too light.

Chen Lian's eyes were like starry light, and fell on the strange man opposite and said, "After a long time, I still don't know what your name is?"

"Xiao Shiyi." The strange man uttered a word lightly, without a deep hatred.

Chen Lian heard the word "Xiao", and his heart moved and looked at the other person's appearance carefully. If he only used his nose and lips, it would remind him of someone. It was Xiao Zhu who was accidentally killed by him many years ago.

At this time, a key was found. His thoughts flashed like a flash of lightning, and he finally remembered him a person. That was when he went to Qingxuan and entered the mountain gate, he had abandoned a descendant of the Xiao family of Feixian Island. Now Feixian Island has been almost killed and killed, eliminating the world.

Chen Lian thought that the man should have passed away long ago, but he didn't expect to meet him again today, which was different from the past. Seeing the other party holding the knife, the bloody aura was not revealed, and when he thought of the matter on Feixian Island in the past, Zhang Ruoxu had a conversation with him, all the clues appeared in front of him, making the cause and effect roughly clear.

"So you are practicing the 'Divine Blood-Changing Sword'. I didn't expect you to be a member of the Xiao family. Are you here for your revenge today, or are you here for your blood relatives on Feixian Island?" Chen Lian asked.

Xiao Shiyi said lightly: "Most of it is for myself, and a little bit of it comes from guilt."

After hearing this, Chen Lian also saw that his expression was not fake and very indifferent. Therefore, Chen Lian had a thought in his heart that no matter what, he would not give him a chance to leave this place tonight.

He never wanted to kill someone so urgently, not because of hatred, but because he felt that the person in front of him was not worthy of being called a human being.

The great way is ruthless, and some people are ruthless and even their blood relatives kill each other. In order to break the world, they only want to kill a free and easy me. Chen Lian cannot blame this, but such a monk, Chen Lian, sees one or kills one, and does not even need to say any reason.

Xiao Shiyi has a certain gap compared to this type of monk. He is not ruthless enough in his mind, but there is no difference in what he does.

The more he wanted to kill this person, the more peaceful he felt. Taixu's spirit was deep and restrained, but his eyes were like stars, giving birth to an indescribable strange charm, which touched Xiao Shiyi's mind, as if he wanted to leave him in the vast void and die of loneliness.

The knife in his arms felt cold, soaking his mind and clearing his spirit.

The clouds under his feet flowed and rushed over, and countless ghosts and wolves howled inside. That was the resentment of the creatures he had slaughtered by him over the years. Even if these people died, they would be driven by him and sink forever.

The clouds and smoke under his feet condensed into a huge flying sword, and slashed head-on. The blood evil spirit flowed into countless ways and rushed towards his clean Taoist clothes.

Before those resentful spirits rushed in, fires burst out from their bodies, like the ancient Zhurong God, burning through half of the sky.

Taixu's spirit and energy are always changed, and the reception is transmitted and received by the heart.

The fire is not an ordinary vital fire, but also a wisp of spiritual consciousness control. The spirit is tenacious and unremitting, and it is trained from the water of the Youhe River.

No matter how powerful these resentful spirits are, they will be just a suffocation of resentment and will not be transformed when they die.

Chen Lian responded correctly, and was incredible and unmoved when facing the enemy.

The fireworks were all over the body to dispel the resentment. The weather was clear and clear. A knife was like night, dark and deep. Chen Lian sneered, and a yellow energy appeared in his body. His body was turbid, and it seemed to fall down quickly.

The sword light chased and slashed the yellow light, but the yellow light was destroyed and reborn, which was the power of the earth, endless, symbolizing vitality.

When Chen Lian fell to the top of the mountain, the wild mountain energy poured in from under his feet. His spirit was firm and his eyes were like immortal stars. He looked coldly at the blood-transforming sword that melted into the night.

The blood-transforming magic sword in Xiao Shiyi's hand fell from empty, and his momentum naturally increased a lot. He came to a foot of his eyebrows when the yellow light had not yet disappeared.

Chen Lian's scalp was a little numb. It's been a long time since I encountered such stimulation.

Between life and death, it is easiest to make progress. If you calm down and calm your mind, you will stretch out your fingers and then come first. Width of smoke flew out from your fingertips, and instantly condensed into eight different sword energy. The colors are clearly distinguished, and in a square inch, you want to stop a knife from flying.
Chapter completed!