The childish scabbard is the object that Han Yue hates the most.

Ye Changfeng's sword directly cut off his hope of advancing to Nirvana. The oath that the Lord of Liuli Mountain was forced to make to Ning Yi was postponed indefinitely...... If it weren't for the "childish", if it weren't for the "Ye Changfeng", how could he be suppressed at the bottom of the glazed mountain, condescending to live in a three-foot ancient coffin, and he couldn't see the sunrise for a long time.

Han Yue is a man with great ambitions.

Glass cup in hand.

He is the only person in the entire eastern and southern frontiers who wants to embrace the sunshine and is really capable of doing so.

Ye Changfeng left the childish scabbard to suppress himself.

What he did at the beginning is vaguely pointed...... The old sword immortal of the West Sea wanted Ning Yi, who inherited his mantle, to take back the scabbard in person after the realm grew up.

What does that mean?

Retrieving the scabbard, there will be a battle, and the meaning is equivalent to Ye Changfeng appointing Ning Yi to destroy Liuli Mountain with his own hands.

The dome thundered and boiled.

Han Yue's indifferent voice rang out at the foot of the Enlightenment Mountain.

"Don't think too much about it for you...... It's just that when I saw Mr. Song Que, I really wanted to catch up, the thunder was too noisy, and I was afraid that it would hurt the Yaxing of Dakeqing. Speaking voice, Mr. Ganlu looked at Da Keqing and couldn't help but smile, "Some people are as white as new, and some people are as old as ever...... Da Keqing and I are the kind of people who hit it off at first sight. ”

Song Que said expressionlessly: "It's a pity that I'm not with you." ”

For people like Han Yue, his own disgust, and in fact, when he analyzes it, in addition to "disgust", there are other complex emotions mixed in, this filthy cultivator to the bone, never pretending to be benevolent and false, showing his pure self in front of the world...... This is an honesty that other holy mountain cultivators simply can't do.

There are some things that Han Yue will never lie.

For example, he says that he admires a person.

Then it must be true appreciation.

To hate a person must be to be truly hateful.

Han Yue, who lowered his head in the cultivation realm, but had an "equal sitting" attitude in reality, did not shut up because of Song Que's denial, he just smiled regretfully, and said with great sorrow: "Da Keqing, you seem to have some prejudice against my eastern border and Liuli Mountain, if you have the opportunity, I would like to invite you to come and visit." ”

Song Que still had that indifferent face, "There will be a day." When the time comes, I will demolish the Liulishan Palace. ”

Han Yue stretched out his hand to cover his lips and couldn't help but smile, his eyes full of anticipation and joy.

His other hand pressed down slightly, and the upper body of the whole person also slowly arched, and the palm pressed against the back of the fire's head, and the demon lord who had called for wind and rain before trembled violently at this moment.

In Han Yue's eyes, there was regret, contempt, and supreme majesty.

He spoke softly and said, "Some people have been beaten into 'fear' in their bones, and they don't dare to raise their heads no matter how high they stand after that...... You say, if you really break through the realm, when you return to Liuli Mountain, do you dare to kill me. ”

The black-robed man who was lying on the ground was shaking into a sieve, his hands were on the ground, his long hair was flying, his cheeks were constantly rolling down and pouring scarlet blood and tears between the ground, his lips trembled, but he couldn't say a word.

"If you kill Ning Yi and then think about breaking the realm, maybe I will save your life on top of the credit. ”

Han Yue sighed, "Now you make me very embarrassed." ”

The fear in the fire's heart grew bigger and bigger, a cloud hung unresolved, and he felt a sense of weightlessness that engulfed his whole being.

The Demon Lord made up his mind, raised his head and shouted, "I am willing."

Sir will be a cow and a horse, and he will repay this calamity!"

The clouds of the dome, the fourth thunder is huge, and the thunder is all over the sky, like the drums of gods and men, and the silver snake of lightning and lightning, rendering the mountain of enlightenment up and down a pale.

Han Yue's expression suddenly turned cold.

"You are. ”

With the power of one palm, he pressed the fire head into the ground.

The Fire Demon Lord could no longer speak, his voice whimpering and struggling.

Han Youmuran said: "If you do something wrong, you have to bear the price." You know what I hate the most...... There will be no more souls left for you in the glass cup, you can resist the thunderstorm, you are the first Nirvana ghost cultivator, if you complain about me, come to Liuli Mountain to kill me. ”

There was a pause.

"If you can't resist the thunderstorm, come see me again in the next life. ”

After speaking.

Thunder fell.

Han Yue lowered his eyes, high up, looking down on the Fire Demon Lord.

This demon lord who had broken through the realm of Nirvana and had a rising qi in his body was hit by a majestic thunderbolt and let out a scream.

"Boom".

Countless karma, cause and effect, are all exploding under this thunder!

"Whoa-la-"

Song Que's clothes were lifted by the strong wind, Da Keqing's expression was calm, he took a light step from the cliff, flew down, fell to the ground, did not stop, but walked in the thunder sea, carrying his hands, and wandering slowly in the thunder, such as a leisurely walk, slowly and logically walked to the location of the fire, and there were broken black robes and flames in all directions.

This Demon Lord, who was only a trace away from the Nirvana realm, was already in a state of dissipation at this moment, and he was annihilated.

Sometimes, it's just a little bit of a difference.

It's the difference between the moats.

Song Que twisted a black sleeve, frowned, and used his fingertips to crush it, with some regret in his eyes.

The fire died under the thunderstorm......

"It's a pity. If Han Yue had not appeared, Mr. had made a move, and the life of the fire might have been saved, this demon lord knew a lot of information about Liuli Mountain, about the conspiracy of this bathing Buddha puja, and the clues that might be involved behind Lingshan, if he kept his life, then it could be involved. ”

I don't know when, Ning Yi also came to Song Que's side.

"I can't save the thunder robbery and killing. ”

Song Que's voice was a little helpless, he sounded a little tired, he looked at the young man beside him, with approval and appreciation in his eyes, his slightly dry lips opened and closed slightly, and he burst out with a compliment.

"Ning Yi...... You're good. ”

Ning Yi is a person who is used to hearing praise.

He bowed very thickly, accepted it calmly, and said, "The big guest is falsely praised." ”

"I met Shen Yuan-kun and learned some things about you. Song Que smiled and said, "You are much more mature than the last time we met." ”

Ning Yi suddenly felt a little in a trance.

Did this big guest secretary really go to the north to participate in the so-called "Nirvana Conference"?

Ning Yi was worried about someone.

In the battle of Tianhailou, although the General's Mansion was won, it was seriously damaged.

Senior Brother Shen Yuan's injuries ...... The true details must not be detected.

It is naturally impossible for ordinary people to find out, but if they are both nirvana, they may have accidents when they hold a meeting.

To Ning Yi's relief, Song Que didn't seem to notice the abnormality.

The realm of Nirvana is also divided into three, six, nine and so on, Shen Yuan is obviously the strongest in Nirvana, Mr. Song Que has broken through the realm for a long time, although it is a twisted fire, it should not be weak, so it seems that the senior brother's "cover-up" of his physical condition is extremely in place.

Ning Yi exhaled lightly, pretending

Kneading his eyebrows, he covered up the abnormality of his mood fluctuations when he was thinking about it just now, and at the same time smiled and said tentatively: "My senior brother, I was injured in the battle of Tianhai Tower, I don't know if the injury is better?"

Da Keqing said softly: "Although there are injuries, there is no hindrance. ”

A heavy stone fell to the ground in Ning Yi's heart.

Really.

Song Que nodded, stretched out a hand, patted Ning Yi on the shoulder, and comforted him in a wide voice: "Don't be afraid of Han Yue, he is not as good as you." ”

Ning Yi laughed and arched his hand: "Mr. Ye said the same thing to me at the beginning. ”

After speaking, his face suddenly became serious, "Da Keqing, ...... you rushed back to Mingsha Mountain from the north?"

The words are not finished, but the meaning is very clear.

Song Que waved his hand and said tiredly: "This matter...... It's a long story. ”

The two of them stood in the thunder tribulation, the karma and cause and effect of the heaven and earth were all caused by the "fire", and at this moment, the demon lord's body was dead, and this path was like the thunder of the prison cage pillar, and it slowly dissipated.

......

......

The glow is like blood.

Plating red for Liuli Mountain.

The light veil of the main hall is like a flowing fire, there is a graceful figure, after lifting the clothes, the full and attractive curves are exposed, and through the layers of gauze curtains, the undulating and concave shadows are projected on the wall.

Behind the curtain banquet, the "scholar" who poured himself a wine glass covered his face by layers of curtains, but there was no weakness of a scholar between his gestures, but with a cold killing intent, and there was a luxury of looking down on all beings...... Drinking elixir fell, clothes were wet, and the back of the scholar sitting alone at the top of the main hall swayed, conjuring up countless phantoms.

The women in palace robes, the strong men in armor, the immature babies, and the faces of all living beings are all gathered on one person.

Walking into the hall, through the layers of gauze curtains, while lifting the blouse, the woman who walked forward came to Han Yue, she threw off the gauze and threw it into the incense burner on the temple, the red tulle dyed the flames, and suddenly burned.

Peach Blossom sat on Han Yue's lap, she moved gently, one hand gently pressed on the scholar's half-disjointed chest, and the other hand took the wine glass with ease, and drank the wine for Mr.......

Han Yue narrowed his eyes and looked relaxed.

Drinking.

Drink beauty wine.

Peach Blossom closed her eyes, her hair was scattered, and she was ready to unbutton the scholar's white shirt.

A soft voice slowly came and fell into my ears.

"The thing about borrowing fire...... How much do you know?"

This voice, to Peach Blossom, was like thunder, making her shiver coldly.

A basin of cold water was poured down.

The woman opened her eyes, only to feel that the desire that had just risen in her stomach had been extinguished, and she looked at the gentleman who was still smiling in front of her with a frightened face...... and fell from bliss.

"Mr. ......"

The whole person seems to have fallen into an ice cellar.

Peach Blossom was a little distracted, her voice flustered and hoarse, "I don't know...... I don't know ......"

"Don't worry...... I'm just asking, if it has nothing to do with you, I'm reluctant to kill you. ”

Han Yue stretched out his two hands and held the woman's cheeks, as if he was holding a piece of fine porcelain, with boundless tenderness and boundless regret in his eyes.

He spoke in a very soft voice.

"Don't resist, take it easy, let me see your heart...... If you have deceived me, do not blame me. ”