"Qianlong Valley? This name sounds quite interesting. Is my ancestor's real dragon really hidden here? Have we really arrived in Beiming?" Liu Feng looked at the stone tablet and blinked.

Zhou Qingmu's expression remained calm: "There is an extremely obscure yet profound power between the heaven and the earth here. Perhaps there is indeed some secret hidden there. But as for whether this place is the entrance to Beiming, you won't know until you enter."

After that, Zhou Qingmu told Liu Feng to stop and wait here, while he stepped forward and approached the mouth of the valley as usual.

But just as he was about to enter the valley, an invisible force instantly hit him, and his figure instantly fell back to where he was.

Zhou Qingmu gasped and pulled up his sleeves, and a long blood mark began to flow out.

This wound was left from the previous battle with Lei Wen of the Bear Clan, but the residual Qi left by Lei Wen that was chopped off with a stone ax hidden in it cannot be healed overnight. But as far as Zhou Qingmu is concerned,

I was so poor that I really didn't have any good healing elixirs, so after using my true energy to recover a little, the scar healed on its own.

Now that he was injured by Taniguchi's invisible force, the long blood mark has been broken again.

But this was not enough to make Zhou Qingmu feel too much pain. The immortal bones formed invisibly by the golden lotus shadow were enough to stop the bleeding of blood quickly.

At this time, he seemed to suddenly notice something. His eyes and mind were focused forward, and he saw two armored figures slowly walking out of the Qianlong Valley. But what caught Zhou Qingmu's attention was the helmets they were wearing.

They all have two long horns, like dragon crowns.

The two black armors looked at Zhou Qingmu and said indifferently: "Who is coming? If you want to enter Qianlong Valley, do you need the seal of Beiming?"

"Is this place Beiming?" As soon as the black-armored soldier said these words, Zhou Qingmu asked almost without hesitation, with some excitement in his words.

After coming to the Monster Clan for so long, we finally came to Beiming!

But unfortunately, the two black-armored soldiers still stood there with indifferent expressions and did not answer.

Seeing this, Zhou Qingmu felt a little confused. What is this so-called Seal of Beiming?

Regarding this, Liu Feng also looked confused, not knowing what he meant.

But after thinking about it, Zhou Qingmu felt more helpless. In the current situation, it was definitely impossible to break through forcefully. If this were the case, he would probably die here not long after entering Beiming.

I don’t know when the Nanqiu Fox Emperor will fulfill his agreement?

He has no doubt about the importance of the Fox Emperor's face in the demon clan. Even the arrogant dragon demon, how many people dare not give him the face of Bai Liyuan?

In this way, no matter how Zhou Qingmu asked, the answer given by the two black armors was "outsiders cannot enter without the seal of Beiming."

Now that the two of them were here, they naturally would not leave easily, so they waited at the entrance of Qianlong Valley.

Beiming's rules meant that even if he took a detour, he might not be able to get in.

The rain is coming in a hurry, and the moon is hanging high in the sky like a hook. Only the two of them have drifted here, but it is difficult to go further.

Zhou Qingmu leaned against the stone wall, silently watching the night rain, drinking wine, and thought of the girl he hadn't seen for many years, but whose face was particularly clear.

For some reason, perhaps because he was tired and thinking about all the past events many years ago, he rarely slept, but he was leaning against the stone wall, having a great spring and autumn dream.

In his dream, the girl in plain clothes appeared next to him, and the two of them chatted happily like old friends reunited after not seeing each other for many years.

But in the end, the plain-clothed man whom he had been worrying about in his dreams disappeared from his eyes after a sad smile.

It was obviously a dream, but it seemed as if he had really lost it. He felt as if he had lost it and was infinitely sad.

But as soon as the screen turned, the scene around him changed again.

Three figures walked side by side, with two people beside them, one was still carefree but free and easy, the other was tall but restrained for a long time.

We finally got together again, but we parted hastily.

I wonder when we will see you next time?

It was obviously a dream, but amid the laughter and laughter, it was so real.

He looked at the people beside him, who had not walked side by side like today for many years, but deep down in his heart, he vaguely remembered a certain moment when he was still a teenager.

"Yang Zhao, why did you run away from home?"

"They say that when you grow up, your hometown becomes smaller. Who doesn't run away from home when they grow up? I want to make a career in this world!"

"What about you? Why do you want to go to the Southern Region of Misty Rain alone? You dare to come out to the Qi training realm. You are really brave."

"Because I don't have a home anymore..."

"Don't be afraid, Chun'er and I will be your family from now on. If anything happens, we will handle it together!"

Thinking of that time, Zhou Qingmu burst into tears uncontrollably in his dream.

But at this time, he soon remembered that when he was in the battle between life and death, this guy named "Yang Zhao" always cursed but stood in front of him without hesitation.

And that tall young man named "Lu Zhengchun" would definitely make him feel at ease as long as he stood behind him.

Zhou Qingmu stared blankly at "Yang Zhao" beside him, and subconsciously raised his hand to wipe away his tears. However, at this time, the young man in Taoist robes became extremely blurry. After vaguely tapping his shoulder, he looked like Miss Lin before.

Generally, it disappears slowly.

The feeling of loss was so real that at this moment, he subconsciously turned his head to look at "Lu Zhengchun". At this moment, the "Lu Zhengchun" in his sight began to slowly blur.

At this time, he opened his eyes suddenly, and his dream was shattered.

After waking up, Zhou Qingmu still felt lingering fear, as if the feeling of loss was still in his heart.

"This dream is really real." Zhou Qingmu stretched out a hand, as if to catch the scorching sun that was already in the sky.

At this moment, an old face suddenly appeared in front of him.

It was an old man wearing a raincoat.

...

In the Tiangan Eastern Region, somewhere on the open ground outside the border where the human and demon tribes meet.

Two figures fell from the void, and finally landed heavily on the ground, staring at each other.

A man carrying a scabbard but no sword.

Another man's shoulder was penetrated by a fairy sword named "Chaolu", and he was bleeding.

But this "person" has two long black horns on his forehead.

If there is a demon clan here at this time, they will definitely recognize that this "person" is one of the famous demon emperors who sit on the border.

At this moment, his vitality was being steadily eliminated by the sword on his shoulder.

The Black-Horned Demon King looked at the long sword on his shoulder and sighed softly: "I have been an emperor for thousands of years, and I never thought that I would fight with you for so long, but today I am still defeated in your hands."

The Sword Immortal Qi, who had a scabbard on his waist and looked quite depressed at the moment, was not much better after the battle ended.

Although it doesn't look like it's happening on the surface, in fact he is also seriously injured now.

Qi Yan looked at the black-horned Demon Emperor in front of him indifferently. After a long time, he slowly said: "If you were not a demon, you and I might not have reached this point."

A year ago, after Qi Yan killed a demon king of the demon clan with his sword, he wanted to retire. But he never thought that the demon king was the only son of the black-horned demon king in front of him.

As a result, he was chased by the black-horned demon emperor for a long time outside the border. After he finally escaped back to the human race, the black-horned demon emperor actually stood outside the city wall and said

"If Qi Yan dares to return to this border, he will definitely be buried here!"

Sure enough, after that, Qi Yan did not appear on the border battlefield again for half a year.

After both the human and demon clans had forgotten about this incident, they never thought that Qi Yan would actually go to the black-horned demon king in person with his sword and make an appointment to fight!

This is the result today.

In fact, Qi Yan was not afraid of death or fear of being defeated, but at that time, he didn't want to get involved in these things anymore.

He once wanted to become famous, and wanted everyone and demons in the world to know that there was a great swordsman named Qi Yan. When he heard this name, he didn't think of the "unworthy swordsman Qi Qing".

son".

But in the end, after he really became famous, it didn't seem that happy.

After he put down his sword and returned home, his stubborn old man scolded him, as if he thought Qi Yan had lost his face.

Perhaps it was because Qi Yan was so angry that he had the energy to refuse to admit defeat. After scolding the stubborn old man, he actually left the house again with his sword in hand.

Thinking of this, Qi Yan could only shake his head slightly and turned to look at the black-horned demon king, regaining his previous indifference.

"What happened to the demon? Does the demon deserve to die?" The Black-Horned Demon King seemed to think of his son who was too arrogant and even domineering before he died.

In fact, the Demon King knew infinitely in his heart that there was no distinction between who was right and who was wrong on the battlefield, whether he deserved death or not, but there was just some unhappiness and anger in his heart.

Qi Yan did not answer his words immediately, but slowly walked in step by step.

Tear--

"What are you doing?" The Black-Horned Demon King looked at the long sword in Qi Yan's hand that was stained with his own blood.

Qi Yan looked at the fairy sword with the purest sword intent in the world indifferently, seeming a little confused.

"At this point, even if you pull out the sword, I won't live long." The Black-Horned Demon Emperor didn't know Qi Yan's inner thoughts, but he was extremely clear about his state after the previous battle.

In the final moment of the battle with this great swordsman, who was one of the best in the world, he had already burned his bloodline.

Now, even without the sword intent of the fairy sword Chaolu tearing apart life, the death bell would only ring a little slower.

"If you don't die, will I die?" Qi Yan said indifferently, and the sword in his hand pierced the body of the Black-horned Demon Emperor again.

With this last sword strike, the Black-Horned Demon King spat out a mouthful of blood, and the vitality in his body finally completely disappeared at this moment.

"Thank you..." The Black-Horned Demon Emperor raised his head again, but he felt a little more relieved and relaxed.

Qi Yan pulled out his long sword, turned around and left slowly, not looking at the black-horned demon king's body that fell heavily to the ground.

On this day, another Demon King who was sitting on the border died.
Chapter completed!