Click".

The sound of something shattering.

In the depths of the main hall, there was extreme darkness, and the tide was back and forth in the lotus platform of the wick, sweeping countless floating souls.

Something is broken.

So the lotus wick of the glass cup lit up.

Since Ye Changfeng came to the east of the gate and inserted the "childish" scabbard into the top of the glazed mountain, the cultivation realm of the owner of the glazed cup has never increased...... The soul in the lotus platform changed and changed, and the body kept changing, and then no matter what, it couldn't get rid of the wisp of sword energy on the scabbard of the "child".

There seem to be only two solutions to this matter.

Or, die under the suppression of the child's scabbard.

Or, wait for the young man surnamed Ning to draw his sword.

However, time has passed, and it is no longer appropriate to call him "Ning Yi" now.

"That little sword cultivator who won the new era of the Great Sui Dynasty...... It's really grown. In the darkness, the man sitting on the throne, half of his cheeks slowly lit up in the light of the firelight, the body of this favorite scholar, wearing a thin white shirt, each piece was a broken piece of cloth, that day he swore an oath of life, the soul of the "scholar" was shattered, and finally Han Yue spent countless efforts to find a replacement that could still be eye-catching, and put the broken clothes back together...... He is a man who misses the old days, and every scene of the past is remembered in his mind.

The most "unforgettable" thing in life.

In addition to slaying the dragon in the north and returning, it should be this huge shame.

Han Yue's face was expressionless, he stretched out a hand, clutched the porcelain cup in his palm, and the crisp cracking sound of "bang" sounded immediately, and the bright red viscous blood spread and flowed between his fingers, falling on the scholar's pale placket, hem, and everywhere.

The hall of Liulishan was empty.

The scholar said softly to himself: "The newly inaugurated 'dust tribulation' is dead like this...... Ning Yi's growth rate is even faster than I imagined. ”

The deity is still suppressed by the childish at the bottom of the glazed mountain.

Han Yue smiled, the scholar's face was already kind, and the smile at the moment was even more brilliant.

"If it was raining heavily at the beginning, you would be willing to take a drop of kendo natal essence blood to make that deal with me, it seems that I did make a lot of money......" Ganlu slowly stood up, he looked at the "glass cup" placed in the table, the wisp of ghost swaying in the wick, in the glass cup, there is a soul of the person, you can come back from the dead, and again, it is as strong as five disasters and ten tribulations, sitting in the east of the important position, naturally qualified to be ranked in the glass cup.

In fact, when Southern Xinjiang fought to the death, many great cultivators who transcended the Ten Realms wanted to belong to Han Yue, precisely because of this characteristic of the "Glass Cup".

One more time.

transcends the rules between life and death, coupled with the heavy backer of the second prince.

This is the guarantee that countless cultivators in southern Xinjiang dream of.

After Han Yue crushed the porcelain cup, he stretched out two blood-drenched fingers, probed into the glass wick, twisted the wisp of soul, and the scenes flew by like lightning...... Even if he sits on the top of Liuli Mountain, he is not in charge of everything below, he is not in charge of everything, the division of labor between large and small, and the delegation of power freely.

Han Yue is a very smart person.

He has power in his hands, and he also knows how to delegate power.

And after "flipping" through the memories of the Dust Demon Lord, the white-clothed scholar's face suddenly became ugly.

He said in a low voice, word by word: "'Borrow fire'...... Whose idea was it?"

The soul of the Dust Demon Lord trembled violently.

This newly appointed demon who has shared a piece of territory in the Eastern Desert

Jun, although he is beyond the Ten Realms, he looks very beautiful in the eyes of the beings below him.

But in fact, his strength is still too far from that of a big man like Han Yue who stands at the top of the Eastern Realm.

The five fingers of the white-clothed scholar retracted, pinching this wisp of soul, like pinching the previous porcelain cup, the same harsh and crisp sound sounded inside the soul of the Dust Demon Lord, this exquisite life star soul, like the previous porcelain cup, slowly bloomed cracks, Han Yue's eyes were calm as he stared at the Dust Demon Lord.

He wanted to pinch the Dust Demon Lord to death, it was as simple as crushing a porcelain cup.

And with the force of the fingers, the expression of this soul became more and more painful, and distorted, wisps of black flames overflowed from the center of his eyebrows, entrenched in the dome of the Liulishan Palace, and finally condensed into a pitch-black "shadow".

Only humanoid.

There are no gaffes.

It's like black smoke that burns constantly, and it's like a fog that will break away at any time.

His voice is five points feminine and five points hoarse, full of the power of the soul, and when he opens his mouth, he makes the listener listen to the "Great Road", above the sea of gods, it seems that someone has plucked the strings.

Han Yue let go of the hand that was holding the "Dust Demon Lord", leaned back, leaned lazily on the throne, and threw the Dust Demon Lord back into the glass cup like throwing a fishing bait, right in the center of the wick, the flame fan, but this wisp of soul did not come back to life, but was surrounded by a cloud of black mist.

Han Yue gently knocked his fingers.

In the next moment, countless old men and women pounced on them, and the Dust Demon Lord was like a baby drowning in the deep sea, raising his hands and struggling, his mouth was hoarse, but he couldn't make a sound at all, and in a moment he was eaten cleanly, and there was not even a piece of clothing left.

These ghosts, chewing the bones and flesh of the Dust Demon Lord's Divine Soul villain in their mouths, like the walking dead, slowly wandered on the wick lotus platform of this glass lamp, and when there was no food, they suddenly became "slow".

"It must be contained in mustard seeds...... Mr. Han Yoo is really a good means. ”

The pitch-black shadow stood in the middle of the hall, bowing slightly, showing his respect for the existence in the darkness.

The scholar smiled, "The Eastern Realm is in dire need of strength to fight against the Heavenly Capital, and the immediate selection of the position of the Calamity is really hasty, and it has been exploited by dirty people like you...... Since you don't care about his death at all, it means that he is not the only one who 'borrows fire'. ”

The shadow smiled, but said nothing.

Han Yue continued to say to himself: "I have heard that those great people who have transcended Nirvana are all tracking down a mysterious 'race', invisible and traceless, like darkness under the light, and will never die. ”

When the scholar spoke, he kept smiling.

"For reasons that are indestructible...... So it's called the undead, the shadow?"

The shadow of His Highness is still a respectful gesture.

Or...... You can change the title, immortality. ”

Han Yue was still smiling, but when he heard the word "immortal", a hint of sarcasm clearly appeared in his eyes.

The shadow fell on deaf ears and began to recount its purpose.

"As you can see, we will not die, we will not leave, we will not bow our heads, we will not compromise, the two great powers of the world want to kill us, and we ...... Never perish. ”

"We are darkness itself, and we hate light exactly. ”

The shadow laughed as he spoke, he looked at the scholar on the throne, and said slowly: "At this point, we 'shadows'...... You're the same as sir. ”

He stood in the dark, Ryu

In the depths of the Lishan Hall, there is not a trace of light that can shine through.

It made him feel unusually safe and comfortable.

So the humanoid shadow gently turned its "neck".

There was a real clattering sound of bones colliding.

He let out a sigh of relief.

"The situation in Tiandu and the eastern border...... It's clear now. The shadow spoke slowly, "If the prince doesn't do it, if he does it, then the eastern realm will be overthrown, if Liuli Mountain wants to seek strength, you might as well consider it...... Join us. ”

He looked directly at the white-clothed scholar on the throne, and his posture was lowered to the lowest.

In the deepest part of the darkness, the man smiled.

A hoarse voice came out of his throat—

"What you just said was ......"

Realizing his slip of the tongue, Shadow changed his words slightly, "Sir, you might as well consider it...... Join forces with us. ”

"So the matter of 'borrowing fire' has nothing to do with my subordinates, it is completely your idea. Han Yue smiled like a spring breeze and asked lightly, "Is that right?"

The shadow was stunned.

"Yes......"

The other man's movements interrupted his words.

The scholar on the throne raised one hand and pressed down slowly, while the other hand stood up with his body propped up.

"Since you're looking for cooperation...... So how can you advocate the matter of 'borrowing fire'?"

Han Yue's smile dissipated little by little.

"This is my Liuli Mountain, not your ......"

"And the ...... in this world that can't be killed It's not just you 'shadows', but also the maggots in Daze......"

Between the words, the glass lamp beside Han Yue, the dark wick, seemed to be blown by the wind, igniting a little fire.

The deepest part of the hall is no longer extremely dark.

"Don't insult the word 'immortal'...... Repulsive maggots. ”

Han Yue's voice became more and more sarcastic, "You say...... You are darkness itself, and you hate light ...... exceedingly."

"What makes you think that I will also be such a lowly existence?"

The young man in white stood up, and the light on the throne suddenly bloomed.

The pillar of light of the dome hall burst out, and on the top of the entire glazed mountain, countless holy light waterfalls scattered down, and the flames of the glazed cup were like a blazing wave, surrounding the entire hall layer by layer.

Han Yue stood in the light.

With the body of a ghost, stand under the light.

The clothes burn, and so does the flesh.

However, the expression of this "Mr. Manna Lu" was unusually calm, he looked directly at the "shadow" that was twisting and struggling in the light, and in an instant he came to the other party, reached out and grabbed the slender neck, and his hand was not a thick fog, but a rotten body.

Han Yue said word by word with an extremely disgusted tone: "If you are willing to degenerate into a 'shadow' slut, you are also worthy of meeting me, and you are also worthy of talking about 'cooperation' with me?"

In the throat of the shadow, there was a churn.

He struggled to spit out the words.

"Let's go to ...... Extinction...... Eternal Calamity ......"

A slap on the shadow's cheek.

Han Yue's face was expressionless, his five fingers were like hooks, and he pressed the heavenly spirit cover of this shadow, and performed the secret technique of "soul searching"——

After a few breaths.

Han Yue withdrew his palm.

Under the illumination of countless lights, this shadow exploded.

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