Narrow mountain roads, smoke and dust scattered.

"This kid who doesn't know the way is quite powerful...... The three Eastern Realm cultivators, looking at this scene of the mountain road, glanced at each other, and saw the jealous look in each other's eyes.

Silver Sparrow's expression didn't have much waves.

He sat on horseback, crossed his arms, calm, his eyes penetrated the layers of smoke, at this moment, in the narrow valley, dust was splashed everywhere, and the frightened horses were desperately beating the ground with their hooves, and in the chaos of the sound, Ning Yi, a cultivator of the Southern Xinjiang Giant Spirit Sect, once again came to the last Southern Xinjiang cultivator who was still in a daze.

Still not using two swords.

Ning Yi pressed on the head of the huge red horse with one hand, and smashed the head of the entire huge horse into the ground.

The two figures pressed together, into the flesh and bones.

Ning Yi, who was tempered by the "White Bone Plain", was not afraid, every palm and every punch was hard to shake and beat, in a small space, the fists collided, and there was a violent roar, like thunder trembling, but after ten breaths, the seven orifices of the southern Xinjiang monk began to bleed, and Ning Yi's pupils were constantly glowing, and the more he fought, the more courageous he became.

The storm in the sky dispersed—

Ning Yi imprinted his palm on the opposite chest, the space faintly burst out of the wind and thunder, the thin figure spurted out a mouthful of blood, and before he had time to retreat, he was held by Ning Yi on the shoulder, and a non-fancy knee hit the lower abdomen, forcing him to bend down.

Ning Yi sneered, raised an elbow, aimed at the back of the heart, and smashed it hard, with a dull sound of bone dislocation, which sounded extremely harshly.

The smoke and dust slowly fell silent.

Ning Yi, who had cleaned up the five ghost cultivators in Southern Xinjiang, stood in the narrow valley where the smoke and dust were scattered, he sighed faintly, came to the trembling woman of the Hehuan Sect, and asked softly: "I knew today, why did I bother in the first place?"

The woman of the Hehuan Sect was pale, and there was no trace of blood on her beautiful face, and she said in a trembling voice: "Son, the slave family knows that it is wrong. ”

Ning Yi hummed, and the horse in front of him knelt down on his front knee extremely obediently, so that he could reach out and touch the woman's cheek, and after kneading it a few times, Ning Yi suddenly spoke.

"Hey...... The surname is Yan. ”

Yan Shi, who stopped the horse, hummed in his nose lightly and heavily, which could be regarded as indicating that he had heard it.

Ning Yi smiled and said, "These people ...... Can you kill it?"

Ning Yi suddenly said such a sentence, which made the woman of the Hehuan Sect, her pupils contracted, her voice was hoarse, and tears swirled in her eyes, and she was about to burst out, but Ning Yi covered her mouth with one hand and choked up.

The three people in the east had a somewhat solemn face.

Yinque raised his eyebrows and said succinctly: "Don't kill." ”

Ning Yi narrowed his eyes, looking at the woman in front of him who was already covered with two lines of tears, crying so much that he was crying, he thought about it, and laughed softly: "I don't think these ghosts need to do anything about robbing goods, what can't be killed?"

Yinque Yanzhi, this time slightly silent, Mu Ran said: "If you can't kill, you can't kill...... My task is to bring all nine of you, not one of you, to the Sugaotai and wait for the arrival of that batch of 'goods'. ”

This sentence made the woman with tears on her face breathe a sigh of relief, and Ning Yi silently took a step back and let go of the one that covered her lips

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One hand, frowning, with his back to the silver sparrow, seemed to be thinking about something.

The woman with the magnificent and undulating scenery on her chest, seeing Ning Yi's hesitant and tangled look, seemed to be ready to make a move at any time, breaking the rules established in the eastern realm, wiped a handful of tears, and said miserably: "Why did the son rush to kill them all like this?"

Ning Yi ignored the woman and turned over on his horse.

He glanced at the other Hehuan Sect woman who was leaning on his horseback, his face was expressionless, he lifted the back of his neck, threw it at the woman behind him, and said, "I am not from southern Xinjiang, so my background is naturally a little ...... It's more orthodox than you guys, but when you're out of the house, your background is useless, and you rely on your own skills. ”

After saying this, Ning Yi looked at the three Eastern Realm cultivators whose faces had changed slightly.

"I thought it would be ...... Your cultivation is quite good, and when you see it today, it doesn't seem to be the case. Ning Yi said lightly: "It's all quite good qualifications, the two women of the Hehuan Sect are trained to be sent to the door of the Second Highness, it seems that it is not impossible; The environment in southern Xinjiang is difficult, and being able to train such a durable physique can be regarded as a malleable talent. ”

When these words came out, the tall and thin man who had just struggled from the ground, the big man of the Giant Spirit Sect, his face was invariably covered with a layer of frost, and Ning Yi's words were full of derogatory connotations, saying that the two of them, one was a "moth", and the other was a "stupid elephant", the qualifications of these two people were indeed very good, and they were beaten by Ning Yi like this, and the injuries that looked very miserable had recovered at this moment, and they were put on ordinary cultivators, such as the "Spring Breeze Mountain Lord" and "Willow Mountain Lord" 's body is already dead of anger, and there is no possibility of getting up.

Worldly exercises, three, six, nine, etc.

Even if it is a ghost cultivator in southern Xinjiang, the same is true.

Claiming to be the king at the top of a wild mountain, with a huge title, sounds so imposing, but in fact, it is difficult to break through the seventh realm through many secret methods, and it is always a lack of foundation, and when facing the enemy, it seems to be overstretched. Those two unknown barren mountain lords, even if they came to the Heavenly God Plateau and joined the camp of the Eastern Sacred Mountain, it would be difficult for them to get ahead and be reborn.

However, Ning Yi's sentence seems to have broken some heavenly opportunities, and a certain point that these southern Xinjiang cultivators are proud of has been broken, their cultivation is not very strong, and the sense of oppression that Ning Yi gave to him when they first met was a vague "head and horn", with this kind of momentum, most of them are outstanding people who have come out of their respective sects in southern Xinjiang, at least these five ghost cultivators in southern Xinjiang did not encounter too many setbacks before fighting with Ning Yi.

Their cultivation is not very strong.

But the qualifications are a bit good.

After Ning Yi finished speaking, he looked at the three Eastern Realm cultivators and asked with a smile, "I don't know if the three of you are interested, and you want to know which mountain gate I am?"

There was silence.

Who would dare to provoke this embryo killer?

Ning Yi smiled and said, "You don't want to understand?"

The three Eastern Realm cultivators shook their heads in unison.

Ning Yi sighed with emotion: "It's a pity...... You don't know me, but I want to know you, where the three are from

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Hemen, is it the same as those five ghost cultivators in Southern Xinjiang, with outstanding qualifications but mediocre cultivation, and belongs to the type that is resistant to seeing but not fighting?"

Ning Yi waited for a while, and found that these three cultivators who came out of the Eastern Realm were much more stable than he imagined, and this remark did not cause one or more of them to pour out murderous aura, and the scene became extremely quiet for a while.

He couldn't find a chance to do it.

One of the Eastern Realm cultivators said in a hoarse voice, "Nine, don't deceive people too much. You must know that there are people outside the world, and there are heavens outside the sky. ”

Ning Yi raised his voice and sighed, he looked at the silver light gradually rising on the field, and said with interest: "It's not okay if you don't make trouble?"

Raising one arm, the spear was held by the silver finch, and his eyes were set in a direction in the distance.

"It's not too early. He said softly: "There will be opportunities in the future, let you get along slowly...... But if this batch of goods is delayed, no one can bear this responsibility. ”

The three Eastern Realm cultivators, who were like facing a great enemy, only relaxed a little at this time.

Ning Yi sighed with emotion: "Just the eight of you, in the eastern border of southern Xinjiang, two groups of people and horses, what kind of goods are you going to rob? ”

Yinque glanced at Ning Yi, listening to the latter's point-in-point words, his face expressionless.

......

......

After about three or four hours of walking, almost half a day, except for Ning Yi and Yinque Yanzhi, the physique of several other cultivators was a little unable to bear such a long run, and their faces looked tired, especially the five ghost cultivators in Southern Xinjiang who were beaten by Ning Yi, walking together, guessing that Ning Yi had some kind of powerful induction technique, and they didn't even dare to whisper.

The valley roads on both sides gradually widen, and the terrain rises higher and higher.

"At the end of the Falling Spirit Valley, in addition to Su Gaotai, and in the depths of the 'Red Mountain' in front of it, is the primitive forbidden land of the Nine Spirits Yuan Saint Forbidden Zone. ”

The silver sparrow, who stopped the momentum of the advance, turned over and dismounted, and sat on the high platform.

Ning Yi also turned over and dismounted, watching the blades of grass swaying, the night gradually fell, the "dome" above the high platform, the starlight slowly flowed and fell, here was close to the deepest part of the Nine Spirits Yuan Saint Forbidden Zone, the aura became rich, the distant earth, the red mountain opened a narrow long sky, and the grass clippings of the grassland were frosty white.

"The Second Highness is at the end of the Red Mountain, and the two princes will open the Primordial Forbidden Land...... What we're going to do now. Sitting on the high platform, Silver Sparrow muttered, "Just wait." ”

Ning Yi raised his eyebrows, he spread out the parchment scroll in his hand, and said suspiciously: "Hongshan has opened many long lines, Li Bailin's goods will definitely go from here?"

Yinque Yanzhi said indifferently: "Don't be curious, you shouldn't be curious....... Mr. Manna said yes, then he will. ”

He sat cross-legged on the high platform of Su, surrounded by energy, gently swirling around him, grass clippings flying, and the gray-haired young man held his spear across his knees, and he commanded, "Just wait." ”

This robbery...... Something seems strange.

Ning Yi narrowed his eyes, and a strange thought rose in his heart.

At this moment, the plain of white bones in his dantian was no longer a dead silence, but slowly beating.

I sensed a ...... Familiar breath.

Ning Yi looked at the end of the Red Mountain, wanting to see clearly what was going on in the primordial forbidden land at the other end of the Red Mountain.

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