Sister takes space and bravely enters the world of cultivation

"boom"

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a series of earth-shaking noises came from behind the Ghost Demon Pavilion. In an instant, the ground shook. The pavilions and towers in the Ghost Demon Pavilion collapsed one after another, and then flames shot up into the sky.

Lu Zhihai was stunned by the sudden explosion. He turned around and saw a sea of ​​fire engulfing the exquisite building he had spent so much effort to build.

The next moment, painful howls were heard from the backyard, among which the cries for help of his wife and children could be vaguely heard.

"There is an enemy attack, follow me," Lu Zhihai was an experienced man after all, and after a moment of panic he immediately calmed down, waved his hand, and ran towards the backyard with his men.

He Qianqu, who was squatting, was watching the barrier open little by little. He waved his hand excitedly and was about to fly in. But at this moment, a deafening sound coming from the back of the Ghost Demon Pavilion made him stop in his tracks.

He looked up in astonishment and suddenly saw a huge fire behind the Guisha Pavilion, accompanied by continuous loud explosions.

He Qianqu looked in shock at the flames rising from the rear. He was stunned for a moment, and then an overwhelming joy came over him, hitting his brain.

"Hahaha, God is really helping me. Today, even the King of Hell can't stand that villain Lu Zhihai. Brothers, cheer up and go."

Following He Qianqu's order, the masked Wu Lexian and Lu Ming immediately flew up and rushed into the barrier.

Rong An, who was following Lu Zhihai and had not walked far, heard bursts of breaking air sounds coming from behind him.

His heart tightened, and he quickly turned around to look. This look frightened him greatly, as he saw a group of ferocious masked men flying in from the unclosed barrier. He staggered in fear and immediately shouted in panic,

"Hurry, there is an enemy attack, grab your weapons," those who heard the order immediately raised their weapons and went to meet the enemy.

Rong An looked at the masked men who were coming aggressively, and there were many of them. Most of the people on their side had already followed the Pavilion Master to the backyard.

It is conceivable that they will not be able to hold on for long.

Under the reflection of the flames, Rong An's originally serious face looked even more solemn, as if shrouded in a shadow. The flames danced on his face, making his outline appear and disappear in the alternation of light and dark, giving people a gloomy feeling.

There are wolves in front and tigers behind.

Suddenly, facing the masked man who was getting more and more excited, the always confident Rong An had a bad feeling in his heart. "We are being attacked from both sides. Is it God's will to kill me?" Rong An couldn't help muttering.

Upon hearing this, his companions' faces changed drastically, realizing that the situation was critical.

"Rong An, hurry up and do it! What are you still standing there for? Let's fight them today. It's either you die or I die. If I die, I will take a few people with me." The ghosts beside Rong An shouted angrily and rushed towards He Qianqu like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey.

In an instant, the sound of weapons clashing resounded through the sky, and a thrilling battle between the two began.

Rong An seemed to be awakened by Gui Yi's shout. Yes, in the current situation, what else can he do except fight to the death?

So, he didn't bother to think about the crisis on the Pavilion Master's side, and drew his sword to join the battle.

In the backyard, Fu Ling'er stood quietly in an inconspicuous corner, her eyes fixed on the fierce battle in mid-air. It was a thrilling duel, and the two sides fighting were Wanqi Yuan and Lu Zhihai.

At first, the two seemed to be equally matched in strength, and every attack and defense was evenly matched, with no clear winner. However, as the battle gradually heated up, the situation began to change subtly.

Lu Zhihai was surprised to find that the more he fought, the faster his divine power was consumed, as if he was being devoured by an invisible force. At the beginning, he was surprised to find that the other party was the legendary dark cultivator.

When he was very young, he heard from his ancestors that a dark cultivator who had become a force to be reckoned with was almost invincible. Attacks of any attribute seemed pale and powerless in the face of the dark cultivator's powerful devouring ability. This was the terrifying part of a dark cultivator.

This is also the reason why our ancestors said that dark cultivators must be nipped in the bud once they are discovered.

During his growing up years, he had never met a dark cultivator, and originally thought that he would never encounter a dark cultivator in his lifetime.

Well, here we meet.

Just as our ancestors said, dark cultivators are indeed terrifying beings.

Right now, as he looked at the black divine power surging all over the other person's body, his heart began to beat non-stop. He felt that every time he got closer, the strength in his body slowly dissipated, like being stripped of silk.

Looking at his complexion again, everything was normal, as if there was an endless supply of power supporting him, and as if the power that was devoured by him was turned to his own use by the other party.

This phenomenon made Lu Zhihai feel more deeply the power and terror of the dark cultivators.

Sadly, he still didn't know who the other party was and why they attacked his Ghost Demon Pavilion?

"Boom,"

Following a loud crash, the next moment, Fu Ling'er saw a figure being knocked away.

Wanqi Yuan's mountain-like figure stood still in the air, as if time had frozen at this moment. The sky-high flames became his brilliant background.

His eyes were like those of an eagle, looking down at the figure below, revealing a heart-pounding indifference and majesty.

At this moment, Wanqi Yuan suddenly waved his arm, and a cold light flashed suddenly, rushing out like lightning.

The black blade spun rapidly in the air, making a sharp sound of breaking through the air, like a ferocious black beast, pouncing towards the figure on the ground with its fangs and claws bared.

It all happened so fast, almost in an instant, the black blade came rushing like a meteor.

All I heard was a "puff" sound, as if cloth was being torn, and then a stream of scarlet blood spurted out from the man's neck on the ground like a fountain.

The flying black blade seemed to have completed its mission, and as if it had life, it whistled back into Wanqi Yuan's hand.

Wanqi Yuan held the black blade expressionlessly, as if everything was under his control. The black blade was not stained with blood and still emitted a cold light.

On the ground, Lu Zhihai, who died with his eyes open, inexplicably saw Fu Ling'er's face in his mind at the last moment of losing consciousness. He remembered that in the many investigation materials of Fu Ling'er, in addition to the purple-haired man, there seemed to be such a person who was inseparable from him.

What did that person look like? He had no idea, because the darkness had swallowed up his last bit of light, and he closed his eyes unwillingly.