September 27, 1010 in the solar calendar.

Far north, the city of the Falling Snow Emperor.

Airspace.

Before the secret realm of the ancient emperor was opened, there were nearly a thousand powerful monks standing in the air, waiting for the secret realm to open, and they came out on top, the ancients once said.

First come, first served.

That's the way it is.

And among them, the most ostentatious and conspicuous is undoubtedly the monk riding the red feather fire phoenix, the color of the sunset is particularly dazzling, the huge wings seem to be burning with raging flames, the temperature is very terrifying.

That's a very rare mount.

The Red Feather Fire Phoenix, which is said to be the descendant of the Divine Beast, retains a trace of the blood of the Divine Beast, is extremely powerful, extremely fast, and is a fiery elf-like existence, known as the overlord of the sky.

The monk held his sword in his hand, and his cloak swayed.

A cold gaze staring straight at the man in front of him.

"Hey, this isn't the hot spring and summer known as "Little Yan Emperor", yo, it's really a narrow road!"

The person he watched was a young monk in his prime, standing in the air with a flying sword on his feet, his handsome figure exuding a sharp aura like breaking through the clouds.

The monk said coldly.

The cold eyes of Yan Chunxia, known as the "Little Yan Emperor", narrowed slightly, and the huge red feather fire phoenix also cried high-pitched, and the sound of the phoenix echoed in the void.

Yan Chunxia muttered.

"Ye Feng ......"

"Today next year will be your death day......"

Ye Feng laughed, and there was a kind of happiness in his words.

"You and I have been fighting each other for decades, winning and losing each other, but we have never separated a high and low male and female, today, you will definitely be beaten to the ground, like an old dog on the street!"

In exchange for a cold snort in the hot spring and summer.

"You two are still like this!"

I don't see anyone, but I hear it.

Ye Feng smiled, his uninhibited voice was full of elegant and dusty charm.

"Yo, this Wuyin brother is here too!"

The fiery eyes of the hot spring and summer stared closely at somewhere in the void.

Ye Feng preached again.

"I haven't seen you for many years, and Brother Wuyin's cultivation has made great progress, if Brother Wuyin doesn't speak, presumably even if the two of us are aware of the existence of Brother Wuyin, we will definitely not be able to find out the location of Brother Wuyin. ”

Ripples slowly appeared in the void, and then rippled out, and a thin-looking man appeared silently.

It's not handsome, on the contrary, it's a little sloppy.

The long-unshaven stubble and dirty long hair fly together, and the clothes are untidy and unclean, but they are moist and smiling, revealing a mouthful of old yellow teeth, and they think they are handsome, but in fact they are respectful.

It was a full homeless dress.

Ye Feng raised his eyebrows, his expression full of mockery.

Even Yan Chunxia was powerless for a while, and he couldn't believe it.

Do thieves like to dress up like this?

The hot spring and summer are a little unacceptable.

It was dressed like a beggar.

Wuyin is also on the same level as them.

Just as the three people in the sky were facing each other from afar, the Ancient Emperor's secret realm slowly condensed, gradually moving from a pale color to a brilliant reality, and the void began to ripple.

The three in the air waited to be turned on.

At the same time, the ground is overcrowded with people, and if the theme of the atmosphere in the void is quiet, then the ground is full of noise and noise.

"That's it!"

"That's right! That's the Red Feather Fire Phoenix! It's the "Little Yan Emperor"! It is rumored that his fortune is at the head and is pointed out by the heavens, and he is a well-deserved son of fate, and his legendary experience can even be composed into a book!"

"Yes, contemporary Tianjiao!"

"The two of them look like this every time, and there is nothing new in them. ”

"I vaguely remember the last time I was born in the Holy Sepulchre of the Southern Sky Holy City, the two of them had a hearty battle, and that shocking battle is still evocative, although the victory or defeat is not scored, it is evenly matched!"

And at the moment, somewhere on the ground.

Nightshade and Vivi are handy.

The man's helpless words came.

"Vivi ......"

It's a woman's tough words.

"Less nonsense!"

"Hmph, when the Ancient Emperor's Secret Realm opens, we will rush in with the first wave. First come, first served!"

Night Shadow shook his head helplessly.

Obviously, the man has not the slightest interest in the so-called secret realm.

The cool breeze at the end of autumn was a bit bleak.

The atmosphere seems to carry a sense of loneliness.

Xue Tianci stood alone in the group of monks, like the smallest one in the crowd, like dust. Even so, his outstanding appearance and dusty posture are also commented on by the people around him.

Xue Tianci stood quietly, he was very tired of this unpleasant late autumn.

The wind sighed softly.

The night flower is also standing alone somewhere.

Sad, godless eyes stared intently.

"How can such a grand occasion be missing, I He Cainan!"

Suddenly, the voice carrying a bit of chic and pleasure dispelled a bit of sadness at the end of autumn, and the bold and uninhibited figure appeared in the void out of thin air, and it was extremely prominent in the nearly 100 Ambilights.

The huge wine gourd exuded vitality, and the crimson clouds like the other side of the clouds were particularly eye-catching, even if you looked at the void of countless talents, it was also out of the dust, making others become a foil.

And the well-informed monks recognized it.

Then the crowd erupted in exclamation!

"It's He Cainan!"

"It's the "Immortal in the Wine"!

Yan Chunxia, who was riding a huge Red Feather Fire Phoenix, also frowned slightly, and felt a deep headache for this long-standing Extreme North monk.

People who are unfettered are so different wherever they go.

However, Ye Feng smiled and looked at the middle-aged man sitting on top of the wine gourd, and the enviable figure was so unrestrained, like a burning flame.

There is no concealment in the void, not in words.

Nearly 100 monks floated quietly above the void, and many of them were capable people who acted in a low-key manner.

The spirit boat that floated quietly in the void put great pressure on all the monks here.

Although the number is limited, only a few dozen.

But the horror of the spirit boat floating quietly in the void was deeply engraved in the hearts of all the monks, and there were nearly a hundred monks on each spirit boat, and there were even sages sitting in it.

It can be said to represent the façade of a cave and a holy place.

That's different from casual practice, disciples who know the power of unity.

Jian Wanchu was carrying the ancient sword "Taichu", sitting alone in the distance, there were spirit chrysanthemums everywhere, but it was also at the time of withering, Jian Wanchu was uncomfortable at the beginning, but he did not reject this quiet late autumn emptiness.

Broken black hair fluttered in the wind.

It looks very ordinary, but it has a pair of sword eyes like the nine heavens starlight, which is a trance-like gaze, like the most beautiful thing in the world.

Jian Wanchu held the ancient sword in his arms and sat cross-legged in the chrysanthemum field.

Quietly waiting.

Suddenly.

The sound of breaking through the air came suddenly, as if it was the whisper of death, the murmur of a demon. It was a delicate and serene sound like a broken string.

This is a sudden attack of silver needle, like a silver streamer, piercing the void, only the sound of breaking the air is like the song of a yellow warbler, there is a bit of a crisp feeling.

Until the heart of the sword.

Hit and die.

It's a thunderous move.

It seems to be calm, but in the land of withered chrysanthemums, it seems to be as insignificant as a gust of wind.

But it's a real killer move.

There is no power of thunder, nor is there a huge spiritual light.

It's just a fatal blow when Jian Wanchu's defense is the weakest.

Jian Wanchu also seemed to have a pair of eyes behind him, as if he had known that there was a sudden attack by an assassin behind him, and the ancient sword in his arms had not been taken out, and even his posture had not changed, it was also the posture of sitting cross-legged with the scabbard in his arms.

The silver needle, which was like a streamer, could not advance an inch a foot behind Jian Wanchu, as if it was deep in a quagmire and swamp, trying to struggle but unable to extricate itself, so he could only tremble and crawl.

Streamers can't go over barriers.

Then there was a sound, and the silver needle shattered, became dust, and fell into the void, and the chrysanthemum that walked towards Zero Xie was in such a situation, and it was dust to dust, and earth to earth.

Jian Wanchu stood up and turned to look directly at the comer.

"Jian Wanchu, have you ever recognized this head?"

Is that.

Jian Wanchu frowned.

Comers, obviously.

It's a demon cultivator.

The so-called demon cultivator, that is, a person who is not bound by the rules of the world, can also be called a person who does what he wants, who believes that power is everything, and is actually a person who does whatever he wants for his own selfish desires.

Do no evil, hurt the conscience.

It can also not be called a living being.

Because they are completely degenerate people who have abandoned the belief in the way of heaven and are righteous and humane.

People who don't have rules in their hearts are very scary and terrifying.

It's completely freewheeling, just an idea.

As long as you have the strength, you can become a reality.

Such monks often have extremely presumptuous inflated smiles on their faces, which is the pleasure of blood, which is the shameful act of reaching the realm of saints by virtue of the satisfaction of desire.

It can be described as the devil, the real devil.

Demon cultivators are not a minority.

He is also a righteous monk.

There are sects and scattered cultivators.

Jian Wanchu frowned.

The things extracted from the hands of the demon cultivator were once related to him, and he was also a young man with a happy spring breeze.

Although it is a meeting in Pingshui, you can also deeply feel the comfort of the day.

Jian Wanchu's voice squeezed out of his mouth was full of anger.

"Livestock!"

Hear Jian Wanchu's angry words.

That demon cultivator actually laughed maniacally.

The voice was high-pitched, disturbing the finches.

The demon cultivator casually discarded his head, and he actually laughed heartily.

It was particularly harsh, as if it were the magic sounds and whispers from hell.

The demon cultivator actually laughed and trembled, so much so that he fell to his knees.

Still can't stop its pleasure.

Obviously, it is because the long-empty heart has been greatly satisfied.

The demon cultivator's snow-white hand actually covered his cheeks, and his wide-glazed bloody eyes were as terrifying and hideous as the evil ghosts in the world.

"Animals? ha!"

"What a perfect and supreme compliment!"

"I'm sure I'll imprint it in my body!"

"It's in the bones!"

Mo Xiu laughed.

The sound is extraordinarily penetrating.