On the top of the Red Mountain.

The man wrapped in a cyan robe said in a flat voice, "The Great Dynasty Meeting is about to open, and your mother and I have come to Tiandu to discuss some matters with Your Majesty. ”

The young envoy of the Ping Demon Division, surnamed Song, touched his nose, smiled, and said softly: "Dad, mother, don't you miss you a little...... In the past few years, I have been in the north, and I and the cinnabar girl rode out with the expedition, and we were tired of killing, so we were going to wait for the hunting day to end, and then we would go back to Tiandu to see. ”

The young man surnamed Song suddenly turned solemn and said, "I heard that there is a terrible immortal sword in the mother's sect, which was left in the northern border, and I have been looking for it for several years, but I have not found it. ”

The woman wrapped in a white coat said lightly: "Taiyi's ancient sword of sin pulling." ”

"Yes. The young man smiled and said, "Just now, I had some senses, and the breath of the ancient sword leaked a little. ”

The master of Tianchi, who is also the temple master of the West Queen Mother Temple, frowned, and said softly: "There are indeed some ...... But now that it has been eliminated, this ancient sword has cost too much effort from the Dao Sect, and it is bound to be obtained, the relationship between the Nine Spirits Yuansheng and Taiyi is extraordinary, and there is some ancient sword aura on his body, which is also reasonable, not necessarily that the fairy sword is here. ”

The envoy surnamed Song rubbed his eyebrows and sighed a little disappointed.

He stood on the top of the Red Mountain, looking into the distance, countless beast tides swept in, although the reaction of the three divisions was a little slower, it should arrive soon, this is a rare battle of beasts, but the ending is already doomed, the life and death of these primordial demon beasts, to a large extent, is tied to the resurrected ancient demon saint.

His gaze penetrated the sky, crossed the layers of mountains and forests, and cast himself in a vague direction, because of some secret method, he and his beautiful little maid named "Cinnabar" had a close mental connection, as long as they were not too far apart, they could sense each other's directions.

On the small hill in the distance, more than a dozen iron horsemen stood and stopped, ready to wait for the beast tide to slow down slightly, and then retreat towards the hinterland.

The young woman in red armor felt her heart and took out a bronze mirror.

The young man surnamed Song, who was standing on the top of Hongshan Mountain, smiled, just looking at his eyebrows, he had the appearance of a three-point gentleman, and he said softly: "Pack up your things, my father and mother are here, and I am ready to go home." ”

At the other end of the red mountain, more than a dozen iron riders stayed on the small hill, this small hill, in the tide of demon beasts, like a very dazzling stone standing out, at any time worried about being swallowed by the tide, with the young man's words, it was like eating the biggest reassurance.

The young woman, whose face had always been cold, turned up slightly at the corners of her lips, and hummed softly.

On the top of the mountain.

The blue-robed man who was a guest in Lingshan suddenly called out his son's name softly.

"The Iren. ”

The young man who put away the bronze mirror squinted his eyes, he overlooked the top of the Red Mountain, the great mountains and rivers, thousands of demon beasts, all in sight, and around the stone wall of the ancient dormitory that floated up, countless demon beasts came and went, and the flowers of flesh and blood bloomed, where the wind was cold and full of fishy ...... There are two incompatible figures.

One man and one woman.

To be precise, it is more like a figure, these two people, hugging each other, can survive in the overwhelming tide of beasts, all thanks to a dilapidated oil-paper umbrella.

Song Yiren felt a little surprised, the young man's face was not clear to see, his clothes were torn, and the aura on his body seemed to be somewhat familiar, at least he didn't hate it.

As for the girl in the boy's arms...... Just by looking at it, this young man surnamed Song understood why his father noticed these two figures

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, that girl is too eye-catching, this is a precipitation of temperament, which makes people unable to extricate themselves at first glance.

Song Yiren had never seen such a good-looking girl, and he could also feel this unique beauty through the wind, cirrus clouds, demon beasts, and stone chips peeled off from the dormitory.

It wasn't until his father's voice came again that he was slightly sober.

The blue-robed man who was holding the wheel Buddha beads, who was only about to wrap the two Great Sui princes in the belly of the stone wall of the Red Mountain, asked lightly.

"These two people...... Is it your friend?"

......

......

Ning Yi didn't know that on the top of the Red Mountain in the distance, there was a great power of the Buddha Gate Nirvana realm, who threw out such a question.

This is just a casual question from the guest surnamed Song.

But it was a problem related to Ning Yi's life.

Ning Yi didn't have so much thought to think about that at the moment, he didn't know the envoy of the Ping Demon Division standing on the top of the Red Mountain, if Ning Yi was given a chance to do it again, let him know that at this moment, this young man called "Song Yiren" was the most worthy of the name of the "second generation of immortals" in the Great Sui, and he could easily save his life with one sentence...... So when Ning Yi came to the Heavenly God Plateau, the first thing he did was to go over the mountains and mountains to find Song Yiren's Xuanzi Iron Horse, at least he was familiar with his face.

Beside Ning Yi, the violent wind was like the huge mouths of demon beasts, blowing the surface of the oil-paper umbrella crumbling.

In the battle of the undersea dormitory, the young demon smashed his umbrella almost to shatter, and at this moment, the talismans that were plastered inside were swaying and sweeping, and some of them had lost their effectiveness, how long could they support themselves in this suspended place...... Ning Yi didn't count in his heart.

The suspended undersea dormitory has a great attraction, Ning Yi opened the talisman, and the starlight was injected into it, but he couldn't resist the suction in all directions, so he could only lean towards the stone wall.

It's a desperate thing to do.

Countless demon beasts have taken the long ladder of flesh and blood, jumped onto the undersea dormitory, the ancient vicissitudes of the stone wall, those demon beasts did not have time to run for long after they landed, the "bones" and "blood" in the body were deprived by the Nine Spirits Yuan Holy House, fragmented, the skin and flesh bloomed, and the stone wall splashed on the ground was scarlet.

Tens of thousands of demon beasts, large and small, "rolled" on the stone wall of the dormitory, painted with a layer of scarlet, and some demon beasts approached the height of Ning Yi's oil-paper umbrella, because they smelled human beings, their instinctive predatory nature, made them open their mouths in the air, chased and jumped out, and then fell because of the lack of distance.

Xu Qingyan's face was pale, and she could feel that the hand holding the umbrella was constantly making a clicking sound while holding her young man...... Is this the fine snow that is about to be unbearable?

The oil-paper umbrella surface, visible to the naked eye, opened a crack, and the wind cut the umbrella surface, Ning Yi narrowed his eyes, he worked hard to accumulate divinity...... At this critical juncture, he must not give up, the divinity was slowly poured into the oil-paper umbrella, and the two figures resisted the suction, constantly dragging and shaking.

Ning Yi, who jumped out of the red mountain, didn't expect it...... The undersea dormitory would break through the surface of the earth so unreasonably, crushing more than a dozen mountains, and what caused this shocking scene was just a humanoid creature-

The nine lions who followed Taiyi to save the suffering Tianzun really came to life!

These demon beasts who have gone one after another, sacrificing their own flesh and blood to offer this ancient demon saint, restore the cultivation realm, and when the layers of flesh and blood wash the stone wall, climb upward, and reach the halfway point of the progress-

Between heaven and earth, there was a lion's roar!

It was a roar that shook the soul.

The demon beasts that are very close to each other are directly been

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The lion's roar shattered his heart, and even his flesh was shattered.

Outside the stone wall, Ning Yi, who was also quite close, turned pale in an instant, his consciousness was shocked to darkness for a moment, and before fainting, his only thought was to hug Xu Qingyan in his arms.

The hand holding the sword was still steady, and the oil-paper umbrella instantly showed seven or eight more traces of brokenness, like a small white flower that had been beaten away by the wind and rain, slowly falling.

Ning Yi's heart lake.

The three flying swords, which had been sleeping for a long time, covered with dust on the body of the sword, were blown clean by the lake water, and they were shiny and shiny.

A man sat cross-legged on the lake, suppressing three flying swords by himself.

Ning Yi's heart lake was boiling, and at the end of the bridge built by white bones, someone shook his shoulders slightly.

The face of the sword weapon faded some mud, his eyebrows and eyes revived, and the mud tires on his body fell off with it, and countless divinities converged and could be revived at any time.

The sword weapon sat close to the three flying swords, he saw the scene outside through the heart lake, Ning Yi's mind was shocked by the lion's roar and fainted, and he took over the body for a short time, and at the same time divided a part of his mind to protect the young girl under the umbrella to avoid being hurt by the lion's roar.

In the huge palace, through a lion's roar, the figure that accelerated the process of converging flesh and blood was seen by him, this is a big demon who doesn't know how long he has lived, and now he is fully recovering, if it is not stopped, I am afraid that the other party's state will get better and better, and it will be difficult to match in the end.

The sword weapon narrowed his eyes closely, and was about to make a move, quickly killing the ancient demon in the dormitory with his sword qi.

He suddenly snorted softly.

The heart lake quickly converged.

So Ning Yi, who originally held the hilt of the fine snow sword, softened, holding Xu Qingyan, and the two of them were like a flower with no spare strength, falling towards the tide of demon beasts.

......

......

The top of Red Mountain.

Standing beside his father and mother, narrowing his narrow eyes, he had been thinking about whether he had seen this young man somewhere, whether he had seen this girl in a dream, Song Yiren, who was startled by the thick roar of the lion, and the invisible sound wave shattered half a mile away from the radius of his parents, but the sound was still inevitably coming, deafening.

When Song Yiren saw these two figures, he was hit by the lion's roar at a very close range, and he fell down in an instant.

Song, who has always "cherished the fragrance and cherishes the jade", suddenly realized that if he fell into the beast tide at this juncture, the fragrance would be lost in an instant, so he hurriedly spoke.

"Save ......"

As soon as his words were spoken, the man in the cyan linen robe raised his palm unpredictably, and the heaven and earth were cut in the palm of his hand, wrapping Ning Yi and Xu Qingyan, and he came to the top of the Red Mountain in an instant, and the two of them rolled to the ground, and the oil-paper umbrella snapped and closed, emitting dark smoke.

Song Yiren squatted down, admired the girl's appearance up close, and sighed with emotion, the beauty embryo is overwhelming, nothing more.

He suddenly scratched his head, the bronze mirror trembled, and for no reason he thought of the cinnabar waiting for him on the distant hill, and hurriedly shifted his gaze, looked at the fainted young man, and looked at Ning Yi, who was embarrassed like a savage, The young man was puzzled for a while, thinking about which way the fairy was so violently embracing the beauty and jumping out of the red mountain.

Is this not even a life?

After looking at it for a long time, I didn't see why, when the perspective gradually shifted to the oil-paper umbrella emitting black smoke, and the snow-white sword blade that was trapped in the umbrella bone...... Song Yiren, who has been reading books since childhood, subconsciously narrowed his eyes.

He recognized the sword.

"This is Mr. Zhao Rui's fine snow ......"

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