What is it like to fall from a 3,000-zhang high altitude of broken air?

For the top Nirvana Demon Saints like the Fire Phoenix and the Xuanyan Great Sage.

The Void Wind does not destroy the body.

So the fall of 3,000 zhang is not painful or itchy.

And for the practitioners under Nirvana...... It's a disaster!

Even if a Vajra Arhat who cultivates his body in Buddhism falls from the clouds, he will inevitably have his body shattered by the Void Gang Wind and then annihilated.

The space between the two worlds was originally very stable, but because of the appearance of the "Singularity Pattern", low-level cultivators could also master the method of spatial transition...... This is an extremely dangerous move, and only those powers of "sanctification of the flesh" can cross the void unharmed.

The array pattern breaks through the void to avoid being swept away by the wind.

Even a baby in swaddling clothes can be safely delivered thousands of miles away.

If there is no formation, forcibly break through the void.

If you don't enter Nirvana, there is only one way to die.

......

......

But Ye Hongfu did not die.

At least...... Her consciousness was awake.

The moment she fell into the cloud domain, she saw Jiang Lin's amazing knife across the world.

That knife cut off the cloud portal opened by Ning Yi's cave, cutting off Ning Yi's hope of escaping, and then, the sudden Void Gang Wind at a height of three thousand zhang directly shredded Ye Hongfu's body protection sword qi.

Then, he shredded one of her red shirts.

The snow-white skin was also shattered.

Large pieces of blood, like blood ink, were suspended around Ye Hongfu's body, flying densely and orderly within three feet of this naked graceful ketone body.

She still had one last bit of consciousness.

A touch of spiritual light guarded the Divine Sea, and the pain of the collision between the flesh and the void rose and retreated like a sea tide.

Ye Hongfu silently recited the sword technique.

The natal sword weapon had been shattered in the slash that assassinated the black hibiscus, and there was no sword to control, so Ye Hongfu directly used the sword technique to control the blood drops, manipulate drop by drop of blood, and line up to defend the sword, injecting the sword intent in his divine sea into it...... This is an extremely genius idea.

No one has ever tried this practice.

Because no one has ever ...... Will slit his own blood vessels, release blood from all over his body, and try to manipulate blood with his sword technique.

Only a madman like Ye Hongfu, a madman who only cultivates swords in his head, can think of such a crazy method.

And she only had one chance.

If it fails.

Convenient...... Directly annihilated in the air at a height of 3,000 zhang.

He was vigorous in life, and he was silent in death.

It will take a long, long time before anyone knows that the woman in red who fell into the cloud domain is actually the famous Great Sui Tianxia Ye Hongfu.

What a ...... Ridiculous thing.

Ye Hongfu's remaining divine thoughts actually laughed out at this moment.

A pair of cold eyes slowly opened, staring at the pitch-black and sharp Void Wind Blade.

The woman slowly withdrew her arms, and her ten fingers, which had been cut into pieces, covered her in front of her—

Sword Trick!

Open!

The blood droplets that were suspended and falling seemed to have spirituality at this moment.

Buzz.

Hundreds of huge blood droplets, as if they had been slapped by a slap, were no longer full, but spread out flat, turning into a flat and slender layer, transparent as agate, wrapping the leaf red whisk in it.

And then on.

Ye Hongfu stretched out a snow-white jade hand.

Wherever she was holding, thousands of strands of scarlet blood intent converged to form a three-foot blood sword.

The woman with a pale face, at this moment, her momentum changed sharply!

The sword intent in his eyes was spurted.

A crimson sword slammed into the Void Wind, striking a streamer canopy.

The woman instantly handed out a thousand swords.

Coming from the bedroom, the void wind that can break the body of the Buddha Arhat Vajra was torn apart by the sword qi-

Ye Hong's sword aura soared, and he immersed himself in the realm of selflessness...... This trip to the north of the demon clan is to seek an opportunity to break through the realm!

And the so-called "opportunity to break the realm" is not against Jiang Lin

Never, it's not the assassination of Hibiscus.

But...... Fall to the capital city of the Cloud Domain.

In a desperate situation, find a glimmer of life!

Thousands of swords, sword light flew, a sword is faster than a sword, and in the end, I saw a continuous wisp of sword light, turning into a phoenix chick in the void, surrounding the woman, spreading her wings, and sheltering it.

Because of his worship of Xu Zang, Ye Hongfu's "sword path" is almost exactly the same as the path Xu Zang took back then.

Born to die.

No matter the cost.

This is the reason why she is called "Ye Maniac" by the people of the Great Sui World, she has no severity in the sword, and the sword is only divided into life and death, and the holy mountain that chased and killed Xu Zang did not dare to offend her, so she hit her one by one and took the initiative to provoke ...... Therefore, the sword intent that was practiced in the fighting, killing and killing, when it was displayed, although there was the magnificence of "sacrificing life and forgetting death", there was no "decision" that really wandered between life and death.

Because Ye Hongfu is not Xu Zang after all.

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't cultivate Xu Zang's Silent Annihilation Sword Intent.

Because she has not experienced the bloody night of the sky, and she can't understand the hatred of the General's Mansion......

This does not mean that Ye Hongfu will never be able to surpass Xu Zang.

Rather, it means...... She didn't have to imitate Xu Zang.

Ye Hongfu, there is Ye Hongfu his own way.

Even if you are a madman, there are a thousand different ways to be crazy.

You can practice without hatred, and you can ...... I can still practice very well.

"It's ...... My Word ......"

Ye Hongfu's eyes lit up, and he muttered: "Put it in the place of death and be born, in a desperate situation, break a ray of light." ”

The last sword.

The Void Gang Wind was pierced by the scarlet sword qi.

Ye Hongfu accurately pierced a "singularity" ...... This may be a coincidence, or it may be the cause and effect that was buried early, or perhaps, this is Ye Hongfu's exclusive "luck".

The last sword, with all his might, stabbed into an unstable space.

"Whoa"!

This singularity bloomed with a scorching brilliance, majestic and bright, tearing apart the storm clouds of the entire cloud region-

Ye Hongfu's figure disappeared into nothingness.

In the void, only a faint mist of blood remained.

Floating.

Floating.

......

......

A corner of broken red brocade floated onto the chess scale jade plate.

This is the Spring Breeze Tea House.

An inch of sunlight shines in the courtyard.

The long pavilion is windy.

The "red flocculents" that fall on the chessboard are light gauze scarves tied to the bells at the corners of the eaves.

As soon as the wind blows down.

His Royal Highness the Prince, who was sitting in a precarious position and was playing with "people", lowered his eyebrows, stretched out two slender fingers, and gently pressed the scarf...... The seat opposite the prince was empty, and no one was seated.

But the chessboard pieces are slowly moving on their own.

The pavilion was deserted and looked quite lonely.

The prince kneaded the fragments of the scarf with his fingertips, and laughed softly: "If you just fight like this, Bai Jiao will not be able to win against you for the rest of your life." ”

He moves the pieces.

The opposite side continued to play chess, and the killing momentum was already overflowing.

The prince no longer played chess, stared at this extremely vicious chess scale jade board, shook his head with a smile, and threw himself in defeat.

Li Baijiao slowly raised his head, looking up at the spring day through the gauze curtain at the corner of the eaves, the soft light shone on the earth, and the long pavilion and the young highness projected a slender shadow together......

The inside of the pavilion was dark and very shady.

He slowly twisted the scarf, letting go of his hands, and the corner of the scarf was suspended above the dark chessboard.

The prince sat on the opposite side of the chessboard, the light turned, and an "old man" seemed to be condensed on the opposite side.

"A few days ago, Shen Yuanjun sent a letter. The prince muttered to himself and muttered softly, "He asked me for the former head of the Ping Demon Division, Long Huang......"

Speaking of this, the prince's smile was a little helpless.

"This great general, how dare you open your mouth to ask for someone from this hall...... It seems that the condition is starting to improve. ”

Li Baijiao slowly got up.

He came to the gloomy pavilion of the teahouse, that

The red scarf floated all the way, as if there was an invisible force to carry the pendant, but it was different from the path taken by the prince...... The red scarf floated and hung, bypassing the light, slowly moving all the way from the shade of the tree, and finally came to the tearoom one after the other.

This is the place where Mr. Yuan Chun hid tea back then.

Li Baijiao slowly pushed open the door of the house.

After the staff was dismissed, the entire teahouse mansion was vacant, and the sound of pushing the door at this moment was distant and ancient.

The prince hasn't been here for a long time.

Pushing open the door, you will see two large rows of wooden shelves full of talisman bottles and jars.

Li Baijiao went straight inside, walked to the end of the room, and slowly knelt down, in front of him was the place where Teacher Yuan Chun meditated and drank tea before his death.

The prince removed the futon and gently lifted the seventh brick and wood, which was the secret compartment where the "Nanhua Tea" was placed.

And under the dark grid...... There are deeper mechanisms.

Li Baijiao gently exerted his strength, knocking the dark grid mechanism, the entire tea room trembled slightly, the smoke and dust were gently scattered, and the row of wooden frames close to the stone wall moved and flipped over, revealing a slender and deep corridor.

The prince stood in front of the corridor, and he took out a fire fold from the shelf and shook it gently.

A golden flame rose in this dark room.

It was the flame of the crown lit by imperial power, enough to illuminate all vanity and darkness, and the entire teahouse was instantly filled with light—and the floating red scarf trembled violently in the blazing firelight, and let out a scream of pain.

Eventually, it was annihilated into ashes and slowly drifted away.

The prince with the light in his hand, expressionless, walked towards the depths of the corridor.

The deepest and darkest secret room in Tiandu is not the "prison of the Supervision Division".

It's this teahouse mansion shrouded in light.

No one thought of ...... Under the shroud of light, such an extremely dark, pure and cold "prison" will be piled up, and the black gold jade pillar is wrapped in three layers inside and out.

If you look down from the sky, you will find that the Spring Breeze Tea House Mansion is an area where the iron law light shines directly.

The design of the entire prison is very simple, because the overbearing imperial power suppresses everything...... The crown prince held the "crown fire" that could not be extinguished, and the whole person lit up the entire prison.

He sat down slowly, looking inside the cage.

A withered old figure, sitting cross-legged in the last unlit dark corner, the rich shadow undulating and retreating like a tide, and beneath him, a bewitching lotus bloomed.

It was an old man.

The old man seemed to be holding something in his arms...... He lowered his head and kept a tearing, biting posture, I don't know how long it took.

Li Baijiao slowly lifted the "crown fire".

The last rays of darkness were broken.

In the depths of the prison, Black Lotus Yuan Chun closed his eyes in pain, his pale skin was burned out of billowing black smoke, and in his arms, he held a porcelain white naked young woman.

The woman's neck had two narrow holes of blood, gurgling with blood.

She's not dead yet.

But...... Death is not far away.

The former head of the Ping Demon Division, Long Huang, like a doll, lay in the arms of the master, at the mercy of him, she looked up at the crown of fire, her pupils were gray, full of despair, full of silence.

What the prince said when he was playing chess before was clearly transmitted to this underground house.

"When the Black Lotus chooses to fall with the evil spirits...... I don't know if you're the teacher you used to be. ”

The prince said softly, "Bai Jiao wants you to do me a favor." ”

"I'm running out of time. In the last time...... I must sit on the throne of the true dragon. ”

In the gloomy pavilion, a strong wind swept and poured out of the cage.

A little crown fire, instead of being extinguished, burned more vigorously.

Li Baijiao's thin body, although thin, stood like a bamboo, firmly nailed to the ground, and did not move.

The pitch-black lotus flower, swaying fiercely by the fire of the crown.

The old man clutched the porcelain white woman in his arms, but did not give any response.

The prince sighed.

He laughed softly: "If you refuse, the disciple can only ...... Kill the teacher again. ”