Crossing to Douqi Continent and walking sideways

The moment Xiao Muchen successfully controlled the Purple Lotus Fire, he clearly felt that he had established an indescribable close connection with this mysterious Purple Fire Space. It was a fusion deep in the soul, as if he had become the master of this Purple Fire Space. He closed his eyes slightly, immersed in it, and felt that the power of the entire space was converging towards him, like a river flowing into the sea, surging.

When he was about to leave, the purple fire space suddenly began to ripple with layers of brilliant and dreamy ripples. The ripples carried a mysterious power and continued to spread outward. Wherever they went, the space seemed to be distorted. Then, a bright light that was almost blinding burst out. The light contained endless energy fluctuations, and Xiao Muchen's figure instantly disappeared in this mysterious space.

When Xiao Muchen appeared in the outside world again, a whole year had passed quietly.

He stood on an open field, the breeze gently brushed his face, bringing a slight coolness. Looking up, under the blue sky and white clouds, between the green mountains and green waters, everything seemed peaceful and beautiful. However, he did not feel relaxed or comfortable in his heart, but only worried and concerned about Lingyun Sect.

Xiao Muchen took a deep breath, and his figure flashed, turning into a stream of light and rushing towards the direction of Lingyun Sect. His speed was extremely fast, and the air was torn apart wherever he passed, making a sharp whistling sound, leaving a long white air wave behind him. The air wave rolled like a mad dragon, and it took a long time to gradually dissipate.

Soon, the towering peak of Lingyun Sect was in sight. However, when he approached the sect, the scene before him shocked him, and a surge of anger instantly rose from the bottom of his heart.

Outside the Lingyun Sect's mountain gate, a huge crowd of people gathered. It was the Xieming Palace's master Youying who led many Xieming Palace disciples and several Dousheng strongmen from the Nether Clan, surrounding the Lingyun Sect. Their aura was gloomy and terrifying, full of evil and murderous intent.

The shadow's black robe fluttered in the wind, his face hidden in the shadows, only his eyes emitting a cold and sinister light, revealing endless murderous intent and greed. He stood in front of the crowd with his hands folded across his chest, looking like he was sure of victory.

Xiao Muchen snorted coldly, and his aura instantly erupted like a volcano. The powerful pressure was like a substance, spreading wildly around him. The wind and clouds changed color, and the originally clear sky was instantly covered with dark clouds, lightning and thunder. The spiritual energy between heaven and earth seemed to have been greatly frightened, becoming chaotic and forming a whirlpool of crazy rotation.

"Youying, how dare you offend my Lingyun Sect!" Xiao Muchen's voice was like thunder, exploding throughout the valley, echoing for a long time. The voice contained his endless anger and powerful strength, causing the surrounding rocks to tremble and roll down.

Everyone in the Xieming Palace was startled, their movements stopped instantly, and they all turned their heads to look in the direction where the sound came from. When they saw Xiao Muchen's murderous figure, many of them showed fear on their faces.

Xiao Muchen was seen stepping on the void, slowly approaching step by step. Every step he took seemed to carry a thousand pounds of force, stepping heavily on everyone's hearts, causing their heartbeats to speed up involuntarily, and fear spread in their hearts. His steps were firm and powerful, and each step was accompanied by a powerful energy fluctuation, causing the surrounding space to slightly distort.

Around Xiao Muchen, the purple lotus fire was burning fiercely. The purple-blue flame was like the flame of a demon from the abyss of the underworld, jumping and raging, emitting a chilling high temperature and a terrifying aura. In the flame, there seemed to be countless vengeful spirits screaming in pain, which was creepy.

"Xiao Muchen! You are still alive!" The moment Youying saw Xiao Muchen, a trace of surprise and deep fear flashed in his eyes. He originally thought that Xiao Muchen had already perished in the strange fire space, but he did not expect that he not only came back alive, but also had an even stronger momentum than before.

Xiao Muchen sneered, his laughter was full of disdain and ridicule: "I, Xiao Muchen, have a tough life, how can you villains predict it! Today is the day you die!"

After that, Xiao Muchen said no more. He waved his hands and injected his powerful fighting spirit into the purple lotus fire. The flame instantly condensed into a huge flaming sword. The purple-blue light on the sword body flickered, and runes flowed, as if countless resentful spirits were screaming in pain. The space around the sword blade was distorted by the high temperature, as if it would break at any time.

Xiao Muchen held the hilt of the sword with both hands and swung it violently. The flaming sword cut through the void, leaving a brilliant but deadly trail. Under this terrifying force, the space was ruthlessly torn apart, revealing black cracks. Endless dark aura emanated from the cracks, as if it was going to swallow everything.

The people in the Evil Dark Palace felt this destructive force, and their faces turned pale in an instant. They widened their eyes in horror, and used their strongest defense methods. Various shining shields and barriers appeared instantly, but they seemed so fragile in front of this powerful flaming sword.

However, under Xiao Muchen's angry attack, all defenses seemed so fragile.

There was a deafening roar, and flames shot up into the sky, lighting up the entire sky. The light was even brighter than the sun, making it impossible to look directly at it. Everyone in the Evil Dark Palace was instantly repelled by the powerful force, flying backwards like a kite with a broken string. Many disciples did not even have time to scream before they turned into ashes in the terrifying flames, leaving no trace behind.

Xiao Muchen stood proudly in the air, his sleeves fluttering, like an invincible god of war, full of domineering aura. His cold eyes swept over the embarrassed enemies, and the murderous intent in his heart did not diminish at all.

At this moment, in Lingyun Sect, a woman hurriedly ran towards the mountain gate. Her face was haggard, and her eyes were full of worry and surprise. She was Wan'er, who had always been concerned about Xiao Muchen. Over the past year, she had prayed for Xiao Muchen day and night, thinking that he had fallen in the strange fire space. She cried every day, and her heart was filled with pain and despair. Now that she saw Xiao Muchen return safely and his strength greatly increased, she felt as if she had ascended from hell to heaven in an instant.

"Brother Muchen!" Wan'er's voice was trembling and excited, and tears instantly burst out of her eyes. She ran towards Xiao Muchen desperately, with only one thought in her mind, which was to confirm that he really returned safely.

When Xiao Muchen heard Wan'er's call, he turned around and looked at her with eyes full of tenderness and love.

"Wan'er, don't be afraid, I'm here." Xiao Muchen's voice was gentle and firm, as if it could dispel all fear and anxiety.

Wan'er nodded desperately, but her tears could not stop flowing. She threw herself into Xiao Muchen's arms and burst into tears, releasing all the grievances and worries of the past year at this moment.

Xiao Muchen gently patted Wan'er's back to comfort her, but his eyes never left the people in Xieming Palace, and his murderous intent became stronger.

"Today, no one can leave alive!" Xiao Muchen turned his gaze to the people in Xieming Palace again and said coldly. His voice was like the cold wind in winter, which made people shudder.

Before he finished speaking, he flashed and rushed into the enemy formation again. The purple lotus fire in his hand bloomed with a more brilliant light, and a bloody massacre began. Xiao Muchen was like a tiger among sheep. Wherever he went, the enemies fell one after another. The flames burned the bodies of the enemies, and their screams echoed in the valley, but Xiao Muchen had no mercy at all.

He had only one belief in his heart, that is to protect Lingyun Sect and destroy these evil enemies. Under his fierce attack, the people of Xieming Palace began to collapse. They lost the will to fight and only wanted to escape from this terrible place.

But Xiao Muchen will not let them escape easily. He will use their blood to defend the dignity of Lingyun Sect and seek justice for the sect.