"Ahem!"

He Yunye, who was thinking like this in his heart, suddenly felt a little hot on his face. With a dry cough, He Yun also turned to face the knife shadow with a weak heart, and stood with his hands in his hands and said:

"You continue. ”

"Get out of here!"

The Bloody Buddha looked at He Yunye with disgust and said unceremoniously.

"Am I here to get in your way?"

He Yun was immediately unhappy. Why, can't you even look around? A feeling of being insulted arises spontaneously.

"Nonsense! A naked man standing on the side, can the poor nun be at ease?"

"You!"

He Yun also angrily stretched out his hand and pointed at the Blood-clothed Buddha, and without saying a word for a long time, his figure flashed, and he stood not far behind the Blood-clothed Buddha.

"Not behind you. ”

“......”

Gritting his teeth, He Yun, who was helpless, also flickered, appearing in the sky above the side of the right hand of the Blood-clothed Buddha.

The Blood-clothed Buddha looked up, and his charming eyes closed gently again.

Seeing this, He Yun also had no idea of sneaking up on the Bloody Buddha, so he sat cross-legged in the air and began to deal with the problems on his body.

Demonic skills turn bones into thousands of swallows, vicious and domineering, forcibly pick the fruits of others, and feed themselves, which can be described as terrifying. It's just that He Yun is not an orthodox demon cultivator after all, and he is also very resistant to what Chang Zhiyuan left behind.

Otherwise, if you completely absorb Chang Zhiyuan's spiritual power, as well as the law. He Yun will definitely be able to take advantage of this to step into the double heaven of stepping into the heavens in one fell swoop, or even a higher realm.

However, if this is the case, one's own spiritual power will no longer be refined, and the subsequent enlightenment of the law will also be restricted.

In a few acres, the viscous sand-yellow spiritual power flowed out from He Yunye, who had no waves in the ancient well, and overflowed between heaven and earth. On the other side, the blood-clothed Buddha who was standing quietly finally moved.

The huge sword shadow that pierced into the sky, I don't know when, the wisps turned into clouds and mist, and climbed towards the body of the ghost knife. The blood-clothed Buddha had a pair of moving eyes, and when he opened them, he carefully handed the ghost knife in his right hand forward, as if he was afraid of disturbing something.

If He Yun also saw this scene at this time, he would definitely be surprised. After all, in his opinion, the Blood-Coated Buddha had done nothing from beginning to end.

Of course, strictly speaking, the Blood-Coated Buddha really didn't do anything. In other words, she couldn't take some strong and decisive means to collect this ghost knife soul.

The Bloody Buddha understood that the ghost sword soul above the heavens, although it seemed to be powerful and earth-shattering, was actually very fragile. Any drastic means may cause indelible wounds to this sword soul.

After all, the current ghost sword soul was conceived in the body of the soul ding. It's like a newborn baby, although it bears the mark of the past, in fact, it is equivalent to a new sword soul.

The newborn sword soul may have a friendly feeling for the ghost knife blade, but if you act rashly, you will definitely have a feeling of resistance.

And then there is the body of the soul tripod, although it is a rare natural soul nourishing furnace between heaven and earth. But it takes a long time to get it done. And now, the time for the cultivation of the sword soul is far from enough, and it is by absorbing Kang Shaoqian's soul power that he can barely make it.

Therefore, it is more fragile than the newborn sword soul! In other words, it is equivalent to a newborn born with congenital deficiencies.

Therefore, for the sword soul, it is fortunate that the Bloody Buddha set out to subdue it. If it is replaced by He Yunye, it is estimated that it will be destroyed by one palm!

However, if this kind of thing really happens, with He Yunye's character, he will not take it to heart, but will be happy to see it. When the time comes, the Sword Sect will come to ask for it, and there will be nothing to be reluctant to. It's just a scrap knife.

Because of this, the Bloody Buddha didn't dare to make any big moves. Instead, a more modest approach was adopted.

The blood-clothed Buddha stood up, in front of the ghost knife and sword soul, although it seemed that there was no movement, in fact, at the first time, he used the "potential" on his body to invade the space around the sword soul and a radius of 100 miles. emptied the mixed aura inside, thus indirectly amplifying the ghost knife blade and the attraction of the sword soul.

Everything was not as expected by the Buddha, and it didn't take long for the ghost knife soul to spontaneously begin to merge with the blade. Everything falls into place, let it be. It will not damage the soul of the sword, but it can also achieve the goal.

"Woo!"

The clouds emptied, and ghosts roared. The ghost knife soul boiled into the sky, and the speed of flowing towards the blade became faster and faster. For a time, high in the sky, the air waves were chasing the clouds and turbulent.

The blood-clothed Buddha was hunting, looking at the sound of a whining knife, like a crying ghost knife. A glimmer of light in his eyes flashed away. Looking back at He Yunye, who was still sitting cross-legged on the side, the corners of his charming mouth hooked up a faint smile.

Immediately, his eyes turned and he looked at the towering Argaliyang Mountain, his eyes were inexplicable.

The top of the argali, inside the real dragon hall.

The noble general Wang Xiaoer grinned and regained his vigor.

"Lao He, your kid is still a little too tender. ”

"Huh. ”

Why don't you hear it again, and smile freely:

"It's okay! ”

"Xiao Er, Wang Ba, this bastard boy, is still a bit backbone. ”

On Wang Xiaoer's side, a middle-aged, rugged-looking, and extraordinary man spoke.

"Hmph! What kind of backbone, don't run when it's time to run, how did Lao Tzu give birth to such a thing. ”

Wang Xiaoer pursed his lips and said. The look of joy between the eyebrows is difficult to hide.

Seeing this, everyone around them showed a knowing smile on their faces, shook their heads, and did not speak.

......

Drunken Eight Immortals Restaurant above the sky.

The sound of a whining knife shook the air. The ghost knife soul that pulled up the sky disappeared into the ghost knife body. In an instant, the ghostly qi and the ashes were defeated, and they were wound out from the blade.

The serrations on the blade are born from staggered bones, stretched and straight, and in the blink of an eye, like the light of the water blade, scattered and born, gray and gloomy, it seems to be able to divide yin and yang, and divide heaven and earth.

Whining!

The strange sound of the knife, unscrupulously shuttling in the long sky, the gloomy ghost knife swinging, disappeared in front of the eyes of the blood-clothed Buddha in the blink of an eye, appeared thousands of miles away, and in the blink of an eye, it was completely invisible.

"The soul of the sword is shattered, and the blade is broken. Now, where are you going?"

The Blood-Clad Buddha muttered to himself. A slender jade hand, as white as snow, slowly leaned forward.

Click!

The space in front of the blood-clothed Buddha shattered, and the blood-clothed Buddha kneading the barley into it, and in the sound of the whining knife, the disappeared ghost knife was gently pulled out by the blood-clothed Buddha. The blade of its sword, in the hands of the blood-clothed Buddha, quickly became invisible.

He Yunye, who didn't know when he got up, appeared beside the Blood-clothed Buddha in a flash, glanced at the Blood-clothed Buddha's right hand with a suspicious expression, squinted his eyes and said:

"Seek the truth, according to what was said, the ghost knife will stay, and the main hall will promise you a condition. ”

At the same time, he leaned towards the Blood-clothed Buddha without a trace.

"Huh. All right. ”

The blood-clothed Buddha smiled and nodded, and continued:

"However, let's let the poor nun see first, what is so strange about this ghost knife inaction?"

As he spoke, before He Yun could reply, the Blood-clothed Buddha raised his right arm in a daze and slashed down towards the void in front of him.

"What are you doing!"

Seeing the movements of the Bloody Buddha, He Yun also suddenly felt that something was wrong, and when his body flickered, the frost-white essence emptied up, and he wanted to stop it.

"Your Highness, the conditions of the poor nuns, let's meet and talk about them next time. Hehe. ”

Thundered!

The ghost knife was slashed down in a daze, and under the clear night sky, thick dark clouds were dense like ink, and bizarre appeared. An eerie portal, carved with a hideous ghost face, opened the illusory heavens and exposed them in front of the two of them.

"Bloody Buddha, you dare to deceive the main hall!"

He Yunye's angry voice sounded behind the Blood-clothed Buddha. At this time, He Yun also came to his senses. He was actually put on a stand by this nun. This crazy woman, from beginning to end, never thought of leaving the ghost knife in Wutian. In his heart, he obviously had already thought of a way out. What else did he say, he had to promise her a condition, this remark was just to stabilize him.

"This clever woman!"

He Yun also secretly hated in his heart! He was actually kept in the dark by this woman's words, and it was not until the last moment that he came to his senses. But it was too late.

The Blood-clothed Buddha turned around and smiled charmingly at He Yunye, and his figure disappeared into the portal.

"Damn!"

He Yun cursed unwillingly. He stopped with an ugly face. Inside the portal, it wasn't a good place at first glance, and he wouldn't take risks easily. Although it was a little uncomfortable to be teased by the Bloody Buddha, it was actually quite good.

The ghost knife is revived, and the blood-clothed Buddha accidentally falls into the unknown space. Sounds like a good one. After all, no matter how you look at this kind of thing, you can't blame him, and it won't be a loss of face.

Pump!

At this moment, a strange bird's cry, with the gloomy aura of death, pierced the night sky and suddenly sounded from inside the portal.

He Yun's eyes suddenly widened, and he looked towards the portal. I saw that inside the portal, there were many ghosts, countless hideous ghost shadows, wrapped in a rich gray-white yin qi, scrambling to push out to the outside world.

"Damn!

He Yun also scolded angrily, did not dare to delay, and resisted in front of the portal. These things, at first glance, are not good, he can't, let them run to the imperial capital like this.

Thinking of this, He Yun was also angry with the Bloody Buddha, and instantly raised it to a higher level. How could these things happen if it weren't for that crazy woman?

Rumble!

The majestic essence was rolling around, and He Yun was also full of depression, his figure flickered, blocking the outside of the portal, and the mighty fist bombarded in.

Boom!

The rich yin qi was instantly wiped out by the fist that was cracked. Countless miserable roars overlapped and rushed into He Yunye's eardrums. The ghost in the portal, as if it had been washed away, instantly cleared more than half.

Nodding with satisfaction, He Yunye, who was about to withdraw his fist, suddenly changed his complexion, and his body was pulled into the portal.

"I'm %@&$#......"