Smoke-strewn mountain roads.

The burly man who was embarrassed walked out of the smoke with a gloomy face, his white linen robe was stained with large patches of dust, even the sword formation against the three Little Infinite Mountain cultivators before was far from being embarrassed now...... The intertwined and spreading lines of gold and black slowly fade.

The falcon that finally caught up with him, with a mournful voice, flapped its wings and slowly landed on its shoulder.

The invisible power of thunder exploded on the young demon's shoulder, and the falcon screamed miserably, and hurriedly flapped its wings and swept up, not daring to stop.

The young demon's eyes seemed indifferent, but his expression was filled with a gloomy and angry expression that could not be hidden.

"This human girl, can't run far......." The young demon looked at the rubble rolling down everywhere, the narrow mountain road of the Red Mountain, the carriage carried himself all the way, I don't know how many prohibitions were chiseled, and brought myself into the depths of the Red Mountain, my intuition will not go wrong, the beautiful girl in the carriage is an important "thing" that the third prince has coveted for a long time, and he cares more about the "energy" that the girl can drive the rune paper than that beauty.

If you guess correctly, that kind of substance is even stronger and more powerful than Starlight...... Most likely, it is the indispensable "divinity" on the road to immortality.

Ordinary rune paper simply cannot carry the burst of divinity.

Even the rune paper left by the third prince to the girl couldn't burn for a long time, thinking back to the picture just now...... In the end, if she hadn't been run over by the carriage and thrown away, it wouldn't be long before the rune paper would burn out, and the girl would have lost her last resort and could only be caught obediently.

The falcon stared at its master in fear.

The eyes of the young demon calmed down, he squatted down, looked around, sniffed lightly, there was a girl fragrance that was easy to distinguish in the smoke and dust, the smell of this human girl was very good, like a unique sweet tooth in the world, so that he was a little difficult to extricate himself, and wanted to grab it in his hand and play with it.

She escaped...... Where can I escape?

Red Mountain is a lot of life-threatening prohibitions, a mortal who does not practice, good-looking but useless, walking forward, will soon be trapped by the prohibition, old age and death for life is a lucky ending, attracting the primitive demon clan, can only be reduced to food on the stomach, and the death is miserable.

The breeze blew, and the young demon raised his head and frowned.

The fragrance in the wind quickly dissipated, and then slowly dissipated.

If the wind is too strong, then the girl's trail will be blown away...... This is not good news, which means that he can't use his full speed to chase down.

The young demon stood up, thoughtful.

The falcon hovering over his shoulder, shook its wings slightly, and looked at the red mountain in the distance, its voice was very low, reminding its master....... I didn't come to Red Mountain to hunt the human race, the top priority was to go to the original forbidden land of Red Mountain.

"It's hard to get out there...... Encounter is fate, you will never persuade me to give up this perfect prey, will you?"

The young demon who plucked the falcon with one hand and took it into his arms, gently brushed its hair, jumped high, swept over the cliff, slammed it on the ground, walked out in the smoke and dust, walked leisurely, and walked towards the depths of the red mountain.

The young demon smiled, "I want to see it...... Where can she escape? Can she escape from Red Mountain?"

......

......

Xu Qingyan took a deep breath.

She closed the somewhat broken parchment scroll in her hand, and had just spoken to the young demon

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In the chase battle, the majestic demonic aura eroded most of this sheepskin scroll, and a large part of it, if soaked in thick ink, was already in an unrecognizable state.

But she doesn't need this "map of the Red Mountain" anymore.

In her body, those suspended "divinities" still had an extremely huge accumulation after opening the stone wall of the Red Mountain and injecting them into the carriage talisman, and they trembled intensively at this moment...... It's like a key needs a door, a call between yin and yang, and she senses a vague direction.

There was a familiar aura there......

Xu Qingyan threw the parchment scroll on the ground.

Her ankle was scratched by the vines of the Red Mountain, and she stepped on sharp stones, and the soles of her snow-white feet were marked with several bloody marks.

The overdraft of the body and the output of divinity make the brain colic, ** and the spirit are suffering that ordinary people can hardly bear, but the girl doesn't care about these pains, her face is as usual, her lips are pale, she holds on to the stone wall, runs until she has no strength, slowly closes her eyes, and tries to sense the direction in her heart......

No map is required.

She could really escape from Red Mountain.

Move forward.

After walking for a while, the girl suddenly opened her eyes, she stopped, raised her head a little bewilderedly, stretched out a palm, and a drop of water fell on her palm, splashing an extremely delicate and narrow ripple, which crumbled and shattered.

It's raining?

......

......

It's raining.

The new snow-white frost grass and the withered and black weeds flew with the wind and soared into the sky, some of which were hit by raindrops and fell, and some of which condensed into a tornado, slowly spreading out on the grassland in front of the Red Mountain.

A large stone shattered from a spider's web stands on the grassland, a stone that rolled down from the top of the Red Mountain long ago...... Maybe it was because of a certain heavy rain that it was struck by thunder that caused it to be in such a position today.

The young man who staggered to his feet, leaning against the stone on his back, his whole body seemed to be burning blood, boiling to drive away the pain, he carried the "fine snow", the folded umbrella surface, slowly lifted, pointing in a certain direction of the distant grassland, countless rain splashed on the folded umbrella body, crackling, the blade did not spin out, so it hit the heavy cloth, with a dull sound.

In the direction pointed by the tip of the young man's umbrella, a tall and thin figure slowly stood up.

Stormy storms and thunderstorms.

The tall and thin figure, under the thunder light, revealed a bloody scarlet face, his face was originally pale, the ghost boy's immature face had not yet grown, it was supported by uneven bones, the cheekbones were tall, the face was mean, and two lines of bloody tears flowed out from the sunken eye sockets, spreading a whole cheek.

Checkmate is not dead, it is poignant and beautiful, "Han Yue" laughed two lines of blood and tears, stretched out his hands, ten fingers like hooks, and gave birth to a feminine and resolute posture.

Look up to the sky and tear the corners of your lips.

He slowly pulled something out of his throat....... It's like a sword.

A faint light lit up.

In the midst of the heavy rain, it is like a light beating in the lone lamp, swaying and may be extinguished at any time.

Lingshan Teachings Cloud: "After Nirvana, you have to be reborn." ”

The meaning of "nirvana" itself means "to be blown away, to be eliminated", just like the oil in an oil lamp, which burns out and then disappears...... Han Yue's practice has always been like this, after killing, he was reborn, and in his glass cup, there were corpses stored one after another, some were playthings, some were collections, some were lovers with lingering ears, and some were bitter rivals.

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He is like a "bodhisattva" walking in this world, all sentient beings, a thousand dharma appearances, he has a thousand different faces, but there is no "compassion" one.

His gift of "eternal life" to the world is the "eternal sleep" separated by a wall from "eternal life".

Ning Yi's face was a little pale.

He stared at the increasingly grand fire in the distance, blurry and gorgeous in the heavy rain, slowly pulled out of Han Yue's throat, it was indeed a sword, only a hilt was exposed...... Ning Yi could already sense the difference of this sword weapon.

The monstrous yin and evil qi poured out from the ground of the Red Mountain, this forbidden area, I don't know how many human cultivators have died, the flowers have bloomed for thousands of years, and the buried bones are not only the human race in the Great Sui world, but also the primitive demon clan native to the forbidden area, which is a region with extremely heavy yin qi.

100,000 miles of mountains in southern Xinjiang, among the ghost cultivators, "do not touch the thunder", is already a sentence that has been enshrined.

The "thin and tall figure" who was constantly struck by thunder and could still stand firm insisted on drawing his sword.

Ning Yi recognized the sword, and his face turned even paler.

Before Han Yue perfected the Eastern Realm Glass Jar, he killed many demon lords in the demon clan world and cut off their heads...... It was the sword that relied on.

Yuan Yin Sword.

This first person in the Eastern Realm actually brought the Yuanyin Sword to the Northern Realm and gave himself a host body that only had the cultivation of the Ten Realms to use?

The Yuanyin sword is a "column spine sword", the sword body is similar to the shape of a willow leaf, the ridge is raised and rounded, and it becomes a continuous cylinder with the same cylindrical stem.

Han Yue's hands, the hilt of the sword...... Cast into a wonderful "round carving of men and women ** standing portraits", the men's arms are drooping, their hands protect the lower abdomen, the women's arms are crossed in front of the chest, and the back is crossed against the back.

This "Yuan Yin Sword" was pulled out of his throat, and there was still a little blood sticking to it, and a large piece of filth flowed down and fell to the ground with a tick...... The patina of the blade of the sword was washed away by the rain and flowed with the filth.

The curved blade of the sword cut through the rain, turned slowly, and was turned out of a "sword flower" by "Han Yue", like a thin long knife cutting through the rain, and finally stopped suddenly, and the blade of the sword rested on the elbow.

The tip of the sword pointed at the young man.

Ning Yi's face was pale, leaning against the stone wall, and laughing loudly: "It turned out to be a yin and yang person?"

Han Yue said in a very soft voice: "There are male and female bodies, there are no male and female bodies in the heart, thousands of sentient beings, as long as they are willing to preach with me, why should there be a distinction between men and women?"

The fine snow sword swirled out, and the rain was no longer a dull "crackling", but "tinkling" splashing.

Ning Yi laughed jokingly: "Han Yue, do you still want to be a bodhisattva in Lingshan?"

The tall and thin man smiled similarly, noncommittal.

Standing in the center of the Red Mountain Grassland, he spoke again: "If I want Nirvana, which heavenly thunder dares to split me?"

The voice is indifferent, and the law is solemn.

The thunder is rolling, and they dare not go down.

This time, it's a different story.

Under the thunder of the sky, Han Yue gently persuaded for the last time: "Ning Yi, if you are willing to enter the glass cup with me at this moment, I can satisfy you with glory and wealth, immortality, and many obsessions." ”

Ning Yi shook his spirits, the tip of his sword hit the ground, and the trembling starlight continued to evaporate the surrounding rain.

Ning Yi smiled and asked, "Really?"

The latter nodded, his face was calm and natural, if it weren't for that blushing and poignant face, he would really look like a holy bodhisattva.

"Han Yue ......" Ning Yi said with emotion: "I only wish you to die early and be born early." ”

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