"Idiot!"

In the frost-white essence, He Yun also scolded secretly, too lazy to talk nonsense with him anymore, the five fingers of his right hand were stretched, and when Chang Zhiyuan was dodging, he covered the door in front of him.

"He Yunye!"

The indistinct voice, full of shame and anger, came from Chang Zhiyuan's throat. Thinking that he was the master of the same lineage of the Sword Sect, how could he have been treated like this? And He Yun actually treated him like this again and again! It was too deceitful!

Chang Zhiyuan, where everything is not going well, seems to be on the verge of collapse at this time, and the only remaining reason is evaporated by the anger of Chongxiao!

"He Yunye, the old man wants you to have no bones!"

The words fell, and before He Yun could react, the majestic spiritual power that swept through Chang Zhiyuan's body suddenly reversed back into his body. Chang Zhiyuan's limbs, which were originally slightly thin, swelled and bulged in the blink of an eye.

The next moment, the aura around the imperial capital, from the hundreds of rivers to the sea, surged rapidly as if they were attracted. At this time, Chang Zhiyuan seemed to be incarnated into a bottomless pit, absorbing the aura of heaven and earth without restraint. Its already inflated shell, which could not be human-shaped, would shatter at any moment under the weight of embarrassment.

"You want to blow yourself up?"

Through his fingers, looking at Chang Zhiyuan's eyes, which had lost his mind and were full of resentment, He Yun's indifferent complexion was suddenly covered with frost.

The turbulent aura, in an endless stream, is like the hand of the sky, shattering the tranquility of the night sky. Seeing this, the surrounding Imperial Capital cultivators changed color, and they all couldn't help but show their uneasiness. What's more, without thinking about it, the body method operated, and fled into the air in a panic.

"Let's go! This old boy is in a hurry and is about to blow himself up!"

"What should I do? What should I do? This bastard is a powerhouse in the Heaven Stepping Realm, and the power of self-explosion is immeasurable, I am afraid that this radius of thousands of miles will be reduced to ashes. ”

"Oh! don't think about it so much. Run away! Do you want to stay here and bury that madman?"

"Yes, yes, yes, let's go! I can't stay any longer. ”

"That sir, he ......"

"I can't care so much. I'll leave quickly, and the adults will have their own way. ”

"That's it, what do you care about him? If it weren't for him, would things have come to this point? Hmph! If you want me to say, all this is the fault of his own indiscretion. ”

In the fleeing crowd, a man with a sharp beak and a mean face opened his mouth to complain.

"That's right!

For a time, above the heavens, countless cultivators scattered and fled. All kinds of roaring and shouting are even more complicated, and there are all kinds of things to say.

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

Why don't the imperial courtiers, the nobles, and the princes of the country recover, looking at the current situation in the imperial capital, silent, without the slightest action.

Of course, this is not because they believe that He Yun can also deal with the current situation, but because of the Heavenless Saint!

Since the Holy One has said that there is an hour, then whatever happens can only be resolved after one hour. No exceptions!

Drunken Eight Immortals Restaurant above the sky.

The Bloody Buddha looked at what happened suddenly, and was stunned for a moment, and then reacted, and had no intention of running away. Holding the ghost knife in his right hand, he pointed at He Yunye with his left hand, leaning forward and closing with a smile on his back, and the flowers and branches trembled.

“......”

With a dark face, he glanced at the blood-clothed Buddha who had no image at all, and the cultivators around him who only cared about their own lives. He Yun also inexplicably had a feeling that his holy light was shining. Shaking his head violently, He Yun also forcibly dispelled this unpleasant feeling to him.

Turning his head and looking at Chang Zhiyuan, who was about to explode at any time in his palm, He Yun's cold and piercing voice came out coldly.

"Transform! bone! swallow !thousand!"

Once it is used, it swallows the heavens and kills the earth, forcibly intercepts the power of the Great Dao, slaughters the poison and creates the world, smelts the foundation of the universe, and feeds itself.

This magic skill is vicious and evil, and there are cultivators all around him, and he is not easy to use it. It's good now, everyone around him has already run away without a trace, and he doesn't have to worry about anything else. As for the Bloody Buddha, he was automatically ignored by He Yun, such a madman, even if she wanted to preach something, no one would believe it.

The magic skill was working, and within the frost-white essence, He Yun's hair was also flying, and his body trembled uncontrollably. I don't know when, the night sky around me seems to be even darker, and the shadow of a wild beast, as high as the heavens and the earth, disappears in a flash.

Drops of cold sweat sprinkled down on the sky, and with the operation of the Bone Swallowing Thousand Gong Method, He Yun only felt that his internal organs were crushed by a huge force in an instant. Then, a deep cave suddenly appeared in the body.

"Uhh

Thundered!

The sky is turbulent, and the sand-yellow ladder emerges involuntarily. Chang Zhiyuan roared, and his face twitched fiercely under an unpredictable suction. Despite this, a palpable look of fear can be seen on his face.

Click!

The aura vortex in the sky has dissipated at some point. Chang Zhiyuan's bulging and swollen body quickly dried up like a broken sack. Immediately, the phantom of the ladder behind him, like porcelain, quickly cracked, and cracks were everywhere.

Rumble!

In a short period of time, the ladder of heaven behind Chang Zhiyuan shattered and completely disappeared between heaven and earth. And its dantian is also depleted and cracked, and has become a wasted person. At this moment, Chang Zhiyuan was already a mortal, and there was no threat at all.

It's just that he is still suffering unimaginable torture. He felt that his flesh was being worn away inch by inch, starting from its head, like a grinding disc, being brutally worn away. Turning bones and swallowing a thousand yin damage is poisonous and spicy, once it is used, it will leave no room and will never stop halfway.

At this time, under the terrifying pain, Chang Zhiyuan felt that his soul was roaring and roaring. There has never been such a moment when Chang Zhiyuan would be so hopeful that he was just an ordinary person. In this way, maybe all this will be over a long time ago.

A moment later, He Yun also supported himself on the sky with one hand, gasping for breath. And Chang Zhiyuan, who is already dead, can't die anymore, and he can't even leave a corner of his clothes.

"No, it's okay?"

The few people left outside the arena couldn't help but look at each other and asked out loud when they felt the calm night sky at this time.

"Hmm. It's okay. Do not worry. ”

The fat man's waist, at some point, suddenly straightened up, and said indifferently. The nobility of pampering for a long time on the body naturally comes out.

Seeing this, the few people who came out of the restaurant couldn't help but look at the fat man who stood in front of them at some point with strange faces, and silently distanced themselves.

Above the sky.

The spiritual power was running, and he silently breathed for several weeks before He Yun stood up with a pale face. The first time he performed this bone-turning and swallowing thousand exercises, it brought a great load to his body.

At this time, his body was filled with Chang Zhiyuan's aura and the fruit of cultivation. Among them, nature also includes the law of stepping on the heavens of the abyss.

Feeling the garbage left by Chang Zhiyuan, He Yun also pursed his lips irritably. I'm going to find a place to get rid of it first. If it weren't for his last resort, he would never have performed this bone-devouring demon skill.

"He Yunye, Poor Ni is really a little curious about you. Every time you make a move, whether it's a knife technique or a technique, it doesn't seem to be a good way. ”

From beginning to end, the Blood-clothed Buddha, who had witnessed everything on the side, couldn't help but look at He Yunye with a strange expression. He Yun is also the son of the Emperor Wutian Dynasty, and he can be regarded as a figure with outstanding status. Actually, as soon as she made a move, she was a little tricky martial arts, and she was really more like a demon than her, a blood-clothed Buddha.

Rolling his eyes, He Yun didn't have the slightest intention of talking nonsense with the Bloody Buddha. The ghost knife soul that was sticking into the sky in the distance tilted his head and said:

"What are you waiting for, don't delay any longer, hurry up and collect the sword soul. Is it possible, do you still want the main hall to be here and accompany you until dawn?"

If he didn't feel that there was always a divine thought in the imperial capital, if there was nothing coming here, he really wanted to turn around and leave. How can he have so much spare time to spend here with this madman.

When the Blood-clothed Buddha heard this, he couldn't help but glance at He Yunye speechlessly, and he didn't have the idea of having an idle conversation with He Yun. In a flash, the figure appeared in front of the mighty sword shadow that pierced the sky.

Seeing this, He Yun also breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that it was finally over.

Who knows, the blood-clothed Buddha stood quietly in front of the sword shadow, and there was no reaction for a long time, as if he was petrified.

"Hey, what's going on?"

After a while, He Yun couldn't help but ask suspiciously at the back of the Bloody Buddha.

In his opinion, shouldn't this be the case? What is this doing? Facing the wall of this sword soul? The ghost knife and this sword soul are one and the same. Throw the ghost knife in, won't it be over? When the time comes, maybe this knife soul will return to its place.

If it really doesn't work, forcibly detain the soul of the sword and press it into the blade. But what do you mean by standing still?

Seeing that the Blood-clothed Buddha still looked deaf and deaf, He Yun's figure also flashed and appeared in front of the Blood-clothed Buddha.

"Huh?"

Within the frost-white essence, He Yun also subconsciously raised his eyebrows. At this time, the Bloody Buddha held the knife in one hand, his eyes were closed, as if he was asleep, and even his breathing became weak and inaudible.

"What the hell is going on?"

He Yun also muttered to himself. Immediately, the fierce color in his eyes flashed, and his right hand, which was full of energy, suddenly raised. Now that the blood-clothed Buddha looks like this, it is easy to get into trouble. As long as he slapped his backhand to death, he took the ghost knife away again, wouldn't it be a hundred?

"What are you going to do?"

Just as He Yun was about to raise and fall with his palm, a pair of bewildering eyes that seemed to be clear pearls opened abruptly and looked at him without blinking.

“......”

Taking a deep breath, He Yun also withdrew his raised palm with a big grin. The face was full of unpleasantness, and he did not hide it at all.

"What are you thinking here with your eyes closed? Can you subdue the sword soul if you don't move?"

Seeing that He Yun was also ashamed, as if nothing had happened, the Blood-clothed Buddha really wanted to raise the ghost knife in his hand and slash him to death. Too lazy to bother with him, he rolled his eyes, and the blood-clothed Buddha said in a disdainful tone:

"Does Your Highness mean that the poor nun should rush straight up like a stunned person?"