Chapter 1440 (1/2)

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.