In a city.

A man wearing a light black robe was slowly walking on the street.

His long hair rippled slightly under the breeze, and his eyebrows and eyes were filled with a strange charm at all times.

Suddenly, Zhou Chi appeared silently beside him.

His eyes calmly looked at the man in black robe beside him, and asked with a frown, "Have you recovered?"

“Does it make sense to you to recover or not?”

Qinghong turned her head and looked at Zhou Chi, said in a calm tone, and then said in a smile-like tone: "And shouldn't you be very grateful if I left your body?"

When Zhou Chi heard Qinghong's words, he did not admit it or deny it.

After he was silent for a while, he slowly spoke to Qinghong and asked, "What are you going to do next?"

"Of course I plan to do my thing next."

Qinghong carried her hands behind her back, and her tone was still slowly responding to Zhou Chi.

What you want to do is naturally to do your own thing.

As for whether to tell Zhou Chi, he found it meaningless.

I have nothing to do with Zhou Chi either.

If there is really, it is just that I have a deep relationship with Xiao Zhouchi.

Although Xiao Zhou Chi is also Zhou Chi, in a sense it is still quite different from this Zhou Chi.

So, is it necessary to tell Zhou Chi?

There is absolutely nothing.

Zhou Chi saw Qinghong fooling him casually, his eyes flashing slightly.

After a while, he looked at Qinghong deeply and turned around and left.

He came to see Qinghong, not to ask Qinghong to help him deal with Han Xiuchen, nor to find out Qinghong's background.

It was entirely because he felt that Qinghong had left his body that he found Qinghong based on his feelings and came to see him.

As for asking Qinghong's plan, he just asked casually.

It doesn't matter whether he tells himself high or not.

He even said that he might not want to know what he wanted to do.

After Zhou Chi left, Qinghong turned around and walked slowly in one direction.

After walking for half an hour, he came to a flower shop not far from him.

Standing under a big tree by the roadside, his eyes looked at the busy woman in the flower shop, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"That's good..."

With a low whisper, Qinghong seemed to have figured out something, suddenly rose up and shot towards the sky.

But the passers-by didn't seem to notice this scene.

"Are you going to start?"

On the rooftop of the villa, after a fight with Yu Qiufeng, Han Xiuchen, who had been hovering on the sofa, slowly opened his eyes and spit out a breath of turbid air to look at the sky.

This is the first time he has been sitting cross-legged here in the past half month.

After looking at the sky for a long time, Han Xiuchen slowly withdrew his gaze.

His hands, which were on his knees, gently tapped on his knees twice, and he was also pondering some things in his heart.

After thinking for a few minutes, Han Xiuchen began to ponder.

At this moment, Han Xiuchen suddenly felt a strange aura flowing in the entire world of cultivation.

After that strange aura, it did not have much impact on many weak worlds of practice.

However, in some powerful worlds of practice, as the strange aura just appeared, some practitioners subconsciously vibrated their bodies, and then their souls were destroyed.

When their souls and souls were destroyed, there was no sign of any sign.

Some people have inexplicably destroyed their souls in battle.

Some people are inexplicably destroyed while walking and eating.

Some people also have their souls and souls destroyed when they are in seclusion, etc.

"Is this the power of a curse?"

Feeling the influence of the flow of the strange aura on some practitioners in the great world of practice, Han Xiuchen couldn't help but his eyes fluctuated.

He knew that the strange aura had just appeared and had a very little impact on the entire world of practice.

But as time goes by, when the strange aura completely covers every corner of the great world of practice, then it is the most terrifying time.

However, Han Xiuchen ignored this kind of thing.

Because this is actually of bad benefit to the great realm of practice itself.

At least it can have a correct effect on the great realm of practice.

The only thing Han Xiuchen is curious about at this moment was whether the power used by Qinghong was the power of curse.

If it is the power of a curse, then why can't I feel the slightest curse from that strange aura?

But if it is said that it is not a curse breath, why is the strange power targeted at this moment?

Moreover, the targeting has always been very restrained and will not affect any innocent person at all.

I couldn't figure it out, and Han Xiuchen didn't forcefully guess anything.

Just as he was about to slowly stand up from the sofa and go to cook something, suddenly another strange force appeared in the great realm of cultivation.

That strange force also dispersed to all parts of the great world of practice in just a short moment.

However, unlike the strange power before, this strange power faintly contained a slight chaotic aura.

When the strange power was scattered throughout the world of cultivation, Han Xiuchen's mental power could clearly feel that many battles in the entire world of cultivation appeared out of thin air in this short moment.

Moreover, those battles are like an introduction, and can burst out at any time, and then summarize the battles into the entire world of cultivation.

"The resentment body of Hongmeng gods and demons..."

As he muttered in a low voice, Han Xiuchen's expression became slightly solemn.

When he met Qinghong before, although Han Xiuchen thought that Qinghong might be very powerful, he never thought that he had such a way.

It seems that I still underestimate Qinghong too much.

How could the things that combine the resentment and obsession of several Hongmeng Demon Gods really be rubbish?

"I hope it's not too far beyond my imagination."

He stretched out his hand and rubbed his temples, and Han Xiuchen continued to mutter in a very small voice.

He just hopes that Qinghong is not too far beyond his imagination.

Otherwise, I might be really troublesome and difficult next time.

It would be fine if that little guy Zhou Chi wanted to kill him, after all, the pressure he put on himself was not too great.

But there is another Yu Qiufeng.

If you add a Qinghong who is too much beyond your imagination.

Then I may say I will really die at that time.

Well, although I am not afraid of death.

But he doesn't want to die at the hands of his enemies or opponents.

In his eyes, even if he really wants to die, he can only die at his own hands.
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