"Boom".

Great earthquake tremors.

The huge figure like a hill, the body flew back upside down.

Along with him, there was also a long knife that rotated in the air, breaking through the thick mist and nailing into the mountain rocks except for Su Gaotai, the blade of the knife was still trembling, but it was already densely covered with layers of marks, and it was on the verge of shattering.

The proud disciple of the Southern Xinjiang Giant Spirit Sect was shocked from the mist, his pupils were dilated, and the whole person was like a huge cannonball, shooting into the towering mountain wall in the distance, smashing out a huge cobweb.

So the entire Red Mountain, except for Su Gaotai, fell into a dead silence.

The wind in the distance hit, blowing the frost grass on the ground, and also blowing away the yin qi around this carriage.

Outside the carriage, there were several attendants standing with their sleeves folded, the fog dissipated, revealing their true faces, one by one, their withered faces, looking no different from the dead, although they were lying on their backs, but they still looked extremely tall, and the gray-blue sleeves, wrapped with a faint yin atmosphere, had long been lifeless.

It's all dead.

The cultivators who swept towards this carriage were all stunned, and the strong wind blew like a basin of cold water, pouring it on their hearts, making them suddenly sober up...... The eerie aura of this place could not help but be said, wrapped around their bodies, twisting and spreading along their robes.

The wind blew the curtain of this carriage.

The two women of the Hehuan Sect, the tall and thin monk of the Ghost Cliff Mountain, and the wild cultivator who practiced the method of quenching the body, stared closely at the delicate figure behind the curtain.

The curtain swayed back and forth, and the man's side face, with a sharp contour, his fingers slowly smeared between his lips, outlined halfway, and slowly hovered.

A snow-white arm slowly leaned out of the carriage and groped the outer wall of the carriage.

This turned out to be a woman?

This snow-white arm, so white that it was a little dazzling, groping for something on the outer wall of the carriage, the fingertips of the five fingers, somehow stained with blood, as she rubbed the outer wall of the carriage, lines of blood, constantly flowing down from her fingertips.

She touched the white lotus.

A faint sigh.

The white lotus symbolizing the western camp was pressed by her five fingers, and it was suddenly shattered, the scarlet blood was rendered like ink, and a whole carriage set off a monstrous yin qi from the inside out, just a breath, the pure white outside the carriage was wrapped in yin qi, the woman withdrew her palm, held the inner seat and stood up slowly, and walked out slowly under the curtain action of two thin and tall dead people, she wore a hat that covered her face, she looked tall, feminine and extremely feminine, after getting out of the car, gently stroked her palm, and the crisp breaking sound sounded at both ends of the red mountain grassland。

There was a crisp explosion in the carriage, and the yin qi swept away with her as the center of the circle, and the frost-white grass clippings swayed and suddenly became black.

The woman looked around and chuckled.

Within a radius of one mile, the earth is withered, barren, and there is no atmosphere, and the forest is like a ghost domain.

And the "carriage" that revealed its true face was carved with a pitch-black lotus flower, which was delicately revealed.

There was also a faint crunch in the distance, which was imperceptible.

The cultivators of the Giant Spirit Sect embedded in the stone wall had their eyes deeply sunken, and before that crisp sound sounded, red blood continued to spread in the whites of their eyes, like small dragons, converging towards the center point.

However, after the woman clapped her hands, a cracking sound sounded in the black robe and heart of the disciple of the Giant Spirit Sect.

The huge body, with its back against the rocks, was weakened, and slowly slipped and fell.

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After the qi was wrapped and dispersed, the woman in white clothes and white hats all turned into pitch-black, her robe shook without wind, she looked at Su Gaotai, and said quietly: "The biggest fish didn't take the bait." ”

The three Eastern Realm cultivators and the four Southern Xinjiang survivors were like being in a quagmire, turning their heads with difficulty, and seeing the two figures except Su Gaotai.

Ning Yi's face was ugly, he stared at the silver sparrow tightly, the wind on the high platform was very strong, and the blades of grass danced wildly.

"That's your mission?"

Ning Yi's fingers had already pressed on the fine snow around his waist.

He thought of the previous collision in the valley, these five Southern Xinjiang cultivators, with outstanding talent but ordinary cultivation, were good seedlings for cultivation, but they were not good partners for killing people and stealing goods.

However, Yan Zhi never allowed himself to kill these Southern Xinjiang cultivators......

His task was to bring everyone to the Gao Tai Except for Su, and the woman who came out of that carriage gave Ning Yi an extremely familiar sense of jealousy.

A dilapidated inn with heavy rain.

Mr. Ganlu, who didn't dare to do anything at will in the Heavenly Capital and Earth Realm, came to the Nine Spirits Yuan Saint Forbidden Area outside the northern realm, and he could finally make a move unscrupulously...... I heard that in the glazed jar in the east, there are one after another "flesh bodies" with outstanding talent or appearance, Han Yue has always had a habit of loving people without violating the laws of the Great Sui, Ning Yi finally understood the reason why the "weak scholar" wanted to make a deal with him at that time.

A drop of kendo natal essence blood?

If Ning Yi is exchanged for a drop of essence blood, then at this moment, the woman in the carriage has 10,000 means to use that drop of essence blood to leave Ning Yi on this grassland, the evil law in southern Xinjiang is very cumbersome, and Mr. Ganlu is the master of all sects and factions in the eastern border of southern Xinjiang.

That woman wants to use herself as a "bait" to catch the talented cultivators in the eastern and southern regions!

Ning Yi's forehead was already oozing cold sweat, he silently took two steps back, and the fine snow and the world walked two sword weapons, ready to unsheath and kill at any time.

He glanced at the black, withered steppe and looked at himself, the woman with ten fingers scarlet.

The woman...... Is it a physical body of Han Yue?

The biggest fish in her mouth refers to herself.

Ning Yi and the woman looked at each other for a moment, only to feel disgusting in the bottom of their hearts, it seems that the second prince of the Great Sui who specially stayed in the Qingshan Mansion is not a good thing, he has long been eyeing himself, borrowing flowers to offer Buddha, playing such a "deal", with good words and good words, swearing, just to lead Ning Yi into the game, so that his teacher Han Yue can refine Ning Yi.

"I'll go to your damn eastern border......" Ning Yi clutched the hilt of the knife, stared at the silver sparrow, and sneered: "If I have a chance to go out, I will dig up the ancestral grave of manna, I want to see if there is a whole family of people who have been refined by him lying in the grave?"

The silver bird turned a deaf ear, and the gleam in his pupils gradually faded, turning into pitch black, obviously having already been refined by Han Yue. Perhaps this genius cultivator in the Gray Realm, after being "lucky" to get Han Yue's guidance, is no longer the Yan Zhi.

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The frost-white grass is already dark.

Before the three Eastern Realm cultivators could react, they heard the sound of blades of grass flying in their ears.

The woman in the black robe, the laughter echoed and swept across the grassland, the whole person leaned down, and suddenly disappeared in place, her hat was blown by the strong wind, revealing a face that was suffocatingly beautiful, the voice was feminine, but the face was masculine

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After the great beauty was refined by Han Yue, her body seemed to have been damaged, and the eyebrows on her face were like porcelain cups that burst into small cracks.

Han Yue suddenly came to the front of the first Eastern Realm cultivator, he touched his forehead with his forehead, the hat fell again, the wide brim, the pitch-black soap yarn hung down, it seemed to be in the way of biting his lips, the Eastern Realm cultivator subconsciously hugged the fair woman in front of him, rolled his eyes, his legs lost support in an instant, his whole body was soft and almost wanted to fall, he was kindly supported by Han Yue's hands through the armpits, but his body was like a broken sandbag that couldn't stop sliding.

The lips and teeth are handed over, and the desire spreads.

The woman looked up suddenly, and a series of blood beads burst out of the air.

Han Yue chewed a long tongue as scarlet as a strip of cloth, let go of the snow-white hands that were supporting the cultivators in the Eastern Realm, and no longer cared about the "corpse" that fell to the ground with a bang.

The cultivator who fell to the ground, his body still twitching unconsciously.

For Han Yue, who had consumed a large amount of divinity in the glass cup, a cultivator with a superior qualification was the best supplement that could be scavenged in this forbidden area at present.

She looked faintly.

Just looking at each other, the two women of the Hehuan Sect were already unable to form an army, their faces were pale, the sea of souls collapsed, and they fell to the ground on their knees together.

They are ghost cultivators, but where have they ever seen such cruel and cruel methods?

The ....... in front of you It is Han Yue, who is famous for the ghost cultivation in southern Xinjiang, and it is the deity of the great gentleman in the east!

There was still a trace of wisdom, the man who was extremely fast, bit the tip of his tongue violently, his body shot like an arrow, the wind swept across the grassland, and he turned into thousands of bats, running in a direction where no one was around.

Han Yue's eyes were cold.

The hat, which was not very hard, and even a little soft, was taken off and thrown by her, cutting through the long blades of grass like a dart, drawing a thrilling arc, so fast that it was unbelievable, and between breaths, she had already caught up with the shadow of the bats in the sky, and everything passed.

The hood shot into the grassland, and it didn't seem to have any great lethality, and after piercing the shadow of the bat, it fell to the ground and bounced high, like a lake splashing with water, and rolled into the distance repeatedly.

Two "corpses" slipped and fell out of the grassland.

The cultivators of Ghost Cliff Mountain, the upper body and the lower half of the body have been separated, and at the edge, there is no cutting wound with the slightest mud and water, and the blood is splashing everywhere, and it is still rolling.

And that's not all.

The woman raised her hand, and the two half-cut corpses rolled and flew towards her, her five fingers pinching the neck of the upper half of the thin man's body, and shaking off a string of blood.

The lower half of the body, which was cut open at the waist, slammed into the woman's body within three feet, shattered and turned into a cloud of blood mist.

Han Yue's eyebrows and eyes were soft, and he looked at the "thin and tall man" in front of him, and asked in a very soft voice: "What are you running, afraid that I will eat you?"

The waist was cut in half, and instead of dying immediately, he still had a breath.

Without waiting for the other party to answer, Han Yue leaned down.

After a brief dead silence.

An extremely quiet red mountain grassland burst out with an extremely miserable scream.

The woman who threw away a severed arm and wiped the corners of her mouth finally withdrew with some satisfaction, and the robe that she picked up had been soaked with blood, and the snow-white forearm had coagulated blood flowers, which she carefully licked again.

After doing all this, the woman looked up to the sky and narrowed her eyes, and let out a long and comfortable breath.

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