The headquarters of the Dark Council, along the long passage, the six members of the parliament moved silently. The bodies condensed by the flames barely illuminated the surroundings, and a large area of ​​darkness as thick as ink. After a moment, standing in front of a huge stone door, the sage stopped and turned around and said, "Have you not contacted the Morning Star Councilor?"

Jasmine shook her head, "I can't find his breath, it seems to be blocked by some kind of force."

"Hmph!" Huang Ying sneered, "It's fine to be casual and casual in daily life. Today is related to the future of the parliament, and she is also absent... Morningstar is too much!"

The seven members of the Dark Council, each of which is unique, will become incomplete without any of them.

The wise man raised his hand, "Okay, so many things are useless, and the Morning Star Councilor didn't know that this would happen."

He swept around and said, "Although the six of us cannot exert the greatest power, it will not be much different. The most important thing is that it will not only take action today. We can join forces with other forces to take action. As long as we kill Ning Qin, we will achieve our goal. Don't delay any more, let's start."

Turning around and waving his sleeves, the stone gate opened quietly, the sage was the first to step into it, and the other five members of the parliament followed. After a few breaths, a "rumbling" friction sound came from the stone gate, as if he was pushing open a heavy object and rubbing each other out.

Swish-

A pair of huge eyes opened, and it was dark inside. The dead silence and cold aura seemed to freeze the soul!

...

Two towering mountains point to the sky from a distance, and the peaks sink into the depths of the clouds and mists. They are very close to each other, and the mountains almost cover up all the falling light.

So the abyss between the two mountains became darker and deeper, like the entrance to hell. Suddenly, a strong wind blew, blowing the thick forest, making a large "rattle" sound.

call--

call--

Balls of white air emerged from the abyss, and in a blink of an eye, a large cloud of thick fog condensed, allowing the strong wind to whistle, but could not blow it at all.

After this strange scene lasted for a moment, the darkness in the abyss rolled up, and a huge claw poked out from it, easily pierced into the rocks like cutting tofu, dragging its huge body with the force, and slowly emerged from the darkness.

The wolf's head, which was covered with black hair like iron needles, showed a long scar on the hardest skull, starting from the lower corner of the left eye, tilted upwards over the forehead to the right ear.

Its left eye was blind, its right ear was cut off, and the scars on the bones on its head were still not healed after hundreds of thousands of years of rest.

And this wound was left to it by his loyal master many, many years ago. I originally thought that it would be the last time it met with his master, but now he is back.

The one-eyed and lacking black wolf is unwilling to believe it, but there is absolutely no mistake in the trembling in his mind, it is the breath of the master.

Looking back, he saw that the abyss that had lived in hundreds of thousands of years, Black Wolf couldn't help but wonder if it was a mistake to choose to betray him?

But this idea was destined to be unanswered. The black wolf jumped, and the white mist floating above the abyss fell under his feet, carrying it and directly crashing into the space, disappearing in the violent fluctuations.

...

The river flowed from a high place and fell, tearing apart the mountain peaks, forming many strange and steep peaks. The dilapidated thatched hut was built near the river, and you can feel the moist water vapor coming to your face when you sit in front of the house.

The straw mat on the roof was mostly broken. A strong wind blew, and it might be lifted out, fall into the roaring river, and be torn to pieces in an instant.

But it has been here for many years, so long that no one remembers when it appeared.

In this solitary thatched hut, there was an old woman living alone. She always combed her white hair cleanly and neatly, wearing a cotton skirt that seemed to never be replaced.

Every morning, the old woman would go out on time, holding a hanging rod in her hand, and throw the straight hook into the river. When a fish was hooked, the old woman would lift the fishing rod and then make a fire to cook.

A fish is her daily ration, and she will not catch it again no matter how big or small it is.

There were shadows on several steep peaks far away, and monks stared at each other, waiting for the old woman to push the door to fish.

They didn't know the identity of the old woman, nor did they know why the other party lived here, but they were a little sure. This inconspicuous old woman, who had no fluctuations in her body, was a truly powerful man.

There were strong people who tried to test, but no matter how hard they tried, they could not get close to the lonely peak. The mountain, that person was clearly in front of him, but it seemed to be separated by thousands of mountains or existed in another space.

"It's out!"

With a low voice, the door of the thatched hut on the lonely peak retreated from the inside, and the old woman with white hair and neatly wore a cotton group walked out with a fishing rod in her hand. She ignored the awe around her and curious eyes. She walked to the cliff and sat down, throwing her straight hook into the river.

Boom-

The river was rushing, and the old woman sitting by the river seemed particularly small, but at this moment, all the monks' eyes were concentrated on her, with their eyes fascinated.

But in their eyes, the boring fishing seems to contain a trace of the charm of the great way, which can burst into countless flashes in their minds.

"Ah! I realized it, I finally realized it!" A monk shouted in a low voice, his face full of ecstasy, and stood up and bowed to the old woman solemnly, "Thanks to my senior for his guidance over the years, I will never forget my life!"

The old woman who had always been indifferent and regarded everyone as nothing turned around and nodded slightly.

The monk was immediately flattered, but before he could speak again, the old woman who had been sitting upright suddenly lifted the fishing rod with force.

boom--

The river exploded, and the vast river seemed to be cut off from it, and a huge black shadow was pulled out of the water.

It has a cow's head, but it is a big fish in its body, with sharp claws under its belly, and its tail is like a scorpion with hooks.

"Moo" was crying low, and the monster that was not like a monster was thrown to the shore. Its eyes were frightened but did not dare to escape, but just lay there, and its body trembled.

The old woman put down the fishing rod and said lightly: "You have borrowed my breath here to practice for thousands of years. Today I will be my mount. When I arrive at the place, I will let you go."

She took a step forward, and her figure flew up and down toward the back of the monster. The person had an amazing transformation in the air, as if he had reversed time. The old woman turned into a young woman in her twenties while breathing.

The only thing that remains unchanged is that the cotton she is wearing is still gray and inconspicuous.

Standing on the monster, the wind rolled up her long hair. At this moment, all the monks were stunned, as if they saw the goddess who had turned into a feather to heaven.

Moo—

With a low growl, the monster jumped into the river and rushed into the bottom of the river with the woman on her back.

...

A huge black shadow comes from afar, and the heaven and earth where they pass by fall into darkness, as if it has reversed the yin and yang of day and night.

The surrounding qi is chaotic and rolling, like a pot of cooked rice porridge, which isolates all qi from the outside world.

There was also a figure with a blurred face, surrounded by rich holy light, coming from the direction of Xiling.

The spiritual power of heaven and earth gathered around him, condensed small holy spirits, surrounding him, praising him, and crawling beside him.

There is also a young man wearing thick animal skins and strong iron towers in the extreme north of the world, carrying a spear all year round.

His expression was firm and his eyes were as solid as the essence. It seemed that the collapse of the world could not shake his mind.

...

One after another, the strong men standing at the peak of the world gathered from all directions.

For one reason or another, they did not want the Lord of Dragon City to be resurrected, and they would kill him again when he was weak.

The storm was surging, and a huge trend that swept the world was rapidly taking shape. If we could predict this, I wonder if Qin Yu would regret it. He put himself in such a dangerous situation by helping the Wuyin Sect?

Of course, this is just an assumption. With Qin Yu's weak and extremely far away from getting started, he will be able to reverse time many years later.

But he must live by now. If he is killed here, there will naturally be no future and everything will be empty.

...

The black fog shattered and was exactly the same. I liked everyone to say a word, the three handsome and charming men with clear division of labor and perfect combination, all the brilliance in their eyes was like three statues, losing all the breath of life.

They fell from mid-air, and their bodies were like stones that had been weathered for countless years, quickly turning into powder and dissipating in the wind.

Qin Yu stepped out, frowned slightly, and he felt something was wrong.

Whether it is the Taoist Wuya or the beautiful puppet, even the three most powerful monks are vulnerable to Qin Yu.

Could this be the response of the Dark Council after it broke with him? It was like giving him a head. If this was the case, it would be a joke.

No, very wrong.

Qin Yu frowned even more tightly. He thought of a possibility that these monks who came to die were delaying time, and the Dark Council was preparing real means.

As soon as he thought of this, Qin Yu stepped heavily under his feet, and the space shattered in the roar, forming a huge black hole, and the space channel formed, and he stepped directly into it.

But at the moment of entering, a trace of alert suddenly surged into his heart. Qin Yu had no time to turn his thoughts, and his body had instinctively took action.

A punch was blasted forward, and the next moment the space channel was torn apart. It was an extremely huge claw, flashing with steel light.

The claws collided with each other, and the powerful anti-shock force rushed over. Qin Yu groaned, but he didn't take a step back. He stepped down, raised his hand and clenched his five fingers, and grabbed the claw hard.

"Come out!"

With a low growl, he pulled back with force, and the huge body of the black wolf directly smashed the space channel and appeared.

A trace of fear flashed through its one-eyed eyes, panic, but then turned violent and crazy the next moment.

roar--

As the roar was roaring, a terrifying aura erupted, and a phantom of a wolf with two wings appeared behind the black wolf, staring at Qin Yu with dark eyes.

The powerful devouring power instantly erupted from the phantom of the sky wolf. It acted directly on the soul, trying to pull it out and swallow it.

Qin Yu had no expression on his face, raised his hand and pointed it out, and a roar sounded in an instant. Even in the turbulent space, people could feel the vast and vast momentum.

The first finger of the sky is vast!

It is pointed out that the sky is vast and the earth is vast, sweeping across all directions.

With the power of the ancient clan's consciousness, this magical power burst out with a terrifying power that was beyond imagination.

The black wolf bent up, and the black hair suddenly rose, and fear appeared in his single eyes. With a low growl, a rich black air emerged from his body, and a thick layer was woven into a blink of an eye.

The next moment, a whizzing finger pointed on the black air.

boom--

There was a shocking sound, and a large area of ​​black gas was blown away, rolling and dissipating in the air, and the trembling figure of the black wolf could be vaguely seen.

Obviously, even if it blocked this finger, it paid a certain price, but until now the phantom of the Heavenly Wolf had not weakened at all.

"Damn it, if you don't take action, I can only run away!" The black wolf spoke, roaring and resentful.

He also knew that the first move would eventually be regarded as a chess piece of temptation, but after feeling the aura of Qin Yu, the fear and anxiety in his heart made him unable to wait any longer.

The only good news is that the judgment of all parties is correct. Although the master has been resurrected, he is in an extremely weak state. Otherwise, with the master's cultivation, if he is in full state, just one finger is enough to crush it directly to death.

Now is the best and only chance to kill him, and it must not be missed!

The existence hidden in the dark obviously made a similar judgment, so shortly after the black wolf roared, a dazzling light suddenly appeared, condensed into a little, penetrated the space and flowed, locking between Qin Yu's eyes.

The powerful and domineering spirit is even more tragic. You can hear the sound of countless souls wailing and roaring, resentful and fearful.

It was the creature that was killed by this little light. It never dissipated the resentment, but it could not affect the person who took action at all. Instead, it added a shocking power to this attack.
Chapter completed!