In the second half of the night, it was quiet on Jiukong Mountain. The knife handle sent a number of subordinates to collect some news from the recent spread of the Western Regions, and he gently held a map of the Western Regions in his hand.

Standing in a small cave, the knife handle looked at the old and second children who were abolished and cultivated by the pure industry and fell into a coma, with a gloomy expression, but helpless.

He had never seen that young powerhouse with such a delicate face, and he had never heard of any geniuses from that side going out to practice.

However, the knife handle heard Jingye mention the Netherworld Corpse Sect, and compared the Netherworld Sect with the Pinglan Sect behind him, guessing that the latter was from the Netherworld Sect, so he was even more helpless against it, even if he secretly passed the message and asked the people from the Pinglan Sect to come over, it would be useless, and in the end, when facing the Netherworld Sect, their mountain gang would definitely be pushed to the front.

Sighing and sulking, the knife handle came out of the cave. The man who collected the news rushed back at this time, handing him a piece of paper and a portrait.

"Knife handle, the boiling news that has been circulating outside recently, the small ones have been found for you, you can take a look. ”

The knife handle put the map on the stone platform next to it, waved his hand to let his subordinates go down first, then opened the portrait and glanced at it, feeling that the person in the painting was quite familiar, and then looked at the content on the paper:

The Demon Monarch Pure Karma appeared in the Demon Realm, and the second divine artifact in the world, the Demon Lord's divine blood, reappeared. The Heavenly Punishment Hall of the Central Domain sent several Town Hall elders to form the Demon Punishment Alliance, connecting the powerhouses of the various domains of the cultivation world, preparing to enter the Demon Realm to destroy the Demon Lord...

Later, it was rumored that the Demon Lord killed the old sword Immortal Wind Huahua in Huangquan Heavenly City, and entered the Western Regions with serious injuries, the specific location is unknown. When the powerhouses of the various domains in the world heard this, they rushed to the Western Regions one after another to find the whereabouts of the Demon Lord.

The Heavenly Corpse Sect and all forces asked the Corpse Sect to assist the Demon Sect in finding the Demon Lord, but the Corpse Sect did not respond...

The Southern Regions Qingxia Palace and the Hades Corpse Sect recently spread the news that the Old Sword Immortal Wind Flower was not killed by the Demon Lord...

Three days ago, Dianhuamen was destroyed by a young sword cultivator, whose name was Shen Yinli, and it was rumored that he was the only disciple of the old sword immortal, and the demon lord seemed to be related to Dianhuamen, and was killed by one of them with a sword.

"Shhh

After reading the news on the paper, the knife handle gasped. He had heard the rumors of the Demon Lord before, but those things were too far away for them, so they didn't pay too much attention to them, and now that they looked closely, it seemed that this Demon Lord had caused a huge wave in the cultivation world, but it had not yet erupted.

"Shen Yinli..."

The knife handle pronounced the name, and he didn't have the slightest impression of this person. In these messages, he did not find any information related to the black-robed young man, so he had to give up.

Putting the paper and map away, the knife handle was about to hand over these things to Jingye, but as soon as he took a step, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in his mind, and he quickly opened the portrait in his hand to take a closer look.

Rumble!

Suddenly my mind exploded!

The knife handle's expression froze, and he put the delicate face of the black-robed man and the portrait together, almost identical, and the name on the portrait was - Demon Lord Pure Karma!

"He... He... He's the demon... Demon Lord!"

Almost in horror, he spit out a sentence, and the handle of the knife trembled and turned to the cave where the pure karma was, and his body was instantly cold, and he didn't know what to do at this moment.

Run?

That's the Demon Lord, did you run away by yourself!

The knife handle shook his head directly, erasing this spontaneous thought, and then thought of whether to quickly spread the news that the demon lord was here, but he suddenly remembered the fate of the Dianhuamen, and his body was stunned again.

The Demon Lord is now here, so how much better can his fate as a mountain gang be than Dianhuamen!

The more I thought about it, the more frightened I became, gritted my teeth with the handle of the knife, and simply thought that I didn't know about it, and forcibly dragged my cold body towards the pure industry.

It's just that the knife handle was so panicked that he forgot the portrait in his hand.

Inside the cave.

Ye Liyu, who was full of food and drink, slept peacefully in the arms of Jingye, and Jingye gathered spiritual power in his palm, condensed a small red bed and gently placed Ye Liyu on it.

Then Jingye slowly turned around, his gentle gaze became extremely indifferent, staring at the trembling knife handle outside the cave, and said in a low voice: "Something is ready?"

"Hmm... Well, both... It's all ready for you. ”

The knife handle suddenly stumbled a little when he spoke, and his body trembled even more obviously, and he cautiously came to the pure industry and presented the things with both hands, and the knife handle lowered his head and didn't dare to say a word.

Jingye glanced at the handle of the knife, and took the map, the paper, and the portrait in his hand.

First glanced at the content recorded above, and then simply glanced at himself on the portrait, Jingye let out a faint sneer, which made the knife handle shake.

Without saying anything, Jingye finally opened the map and took a look, the mountains and rivers, as well as the distribution of the country, were all very clear.

Putting things away with satisfaction, the blood in Jingye's eyes became more and more translucent, staring at the handle of the knife that bowed his head, and said indifferently: "What's the matter?

The words were like thunderbolts, making the knife handle instantly break out in a cold sweat, and tremble: "Venerable Demon Lord... It's all... It's all small, eyeless and beadless... The sin of neglect... Please, my lord, a lot!"

Jingye sneered: "Okay, Benjun will give you a chance to leak the news of Benjun, or you can directly tell you what Pinglan Sect is behind you, and let them send someone to kill Benjun, how about it?"

The knife knelt in front of Jingye with a pop, and was so frightened that he softened, and hurriedly begged for mercy: "My lord, I really don't know how to please the adult, and please give the little one a way to live!"

The kneeling sound was too loud, waking up Ye Liyu, who was sleeping peacefully on the side, Ye Liyu's eyes were confused, and he whispered: "Brother..."

Jingye hurriedly came to Ye Liyu's side and said very gently: "Brother is here, little feather is good, go to sleep." ”

"Hmm..."

Xu hadn't slept peacefully for too long, and Ye Liyu was dragged into a sweet sleep again by Jingye's gentle voice.

Pure karma, on the other hand, frowned slightly, came to the side of the knife handle, grabbed his neck, sealed his mouth with blood-colored streamers, and then came out of the cave.

Throwing the knife handle on the ground, the killing intent that had been buried for a long time was revealed, not giving the knife handle any chance to beg for mercy, and pointing at its heavenly spirit cover.

The blood of the knife handle burst, and the seven orifices gushed blood and died.

"Damn it for you to disturb Moto-kun's sister to sleep!"

Viciously scolding the dead knife handle, Jingye looked up at the thick night. Coming out of the demon world, he is no longer the former Buddha at all, and the Buddha nature in his body is limited to helping innocent lives, and for these people who kill people like numbness and bully the weak and fear the hard, he will never have any soft-heartedness and directly wipe them out.

I wanted to let Ye Liyu watch him kill people, but Jingye felt that it was still inappropriate, he and Ye Liyu had just gotten along, and it would take some time to refine their feelings.

The night obscured the bright moon, and a bloody shadow appeared in the Nine Sky Mountain, killing all the horse bandits on the entire mountain, without exception, as for the wealth in the mountain, it naturally became a trophy.

At the same time, on a cliff thousands of miles away from Jiukong Mountain.

Shen Yinli sat cross-legged on the water, his sword lay flat on his legs, his eyes closed, and the water surface was like a realm, without the slightest ripple.

"Quack, quack..."

In the silence, a night bird chirped to break the atmosphere of the cliff.

Shen Yinli opened his eyes, and a column of water suddenly gushed out from the water in front of him, condensing into a water sword and shooting towards the black shadow walking beside him.

"Bang!"

The water sword came in front of the black shadow, and it burst and evaporated in an instant.

"Hehe, the first time the little benefactor saw the poor monk was also a sword, it was really fate, good and good. ”

The black clouds drifted away, the moonlight fell, and the black shadow was revealed, which was Shanxun.

Shen Yinli's expression was calm, but there was obviously more disgust in his eyes, and he said unhappily: "It's you again, the monk, my master has already driven the crane west, how about you come again?"

Shanxun was just one zhang away from Shen Yin on the water, and said gently: "The poor monk knows that the little donor has resentment in his heart, but he has a debtor and a debtor, and the person the little donor should be looking for must not be a poor monk." ”

Shen Yinli stood up, stepped on the water and came to the bottom of the tree, and then said coldly: "There is a debtor and a master, hehe, if it weren't for you, the monk, and let my master go to Huangquan Heavenly City, how could he have an accident? Speaking of which, this matter is inseparable from you." ”

Shan Xun still looked the same when he heard this, and said: "Good and good, the little donor's words are wrong, you and I both know that the old sword fairy will be in such a state that the world will solve by itself in a few years, and the poor monk is just pointing out a direction for him." However, in this world, there are always pros and cons, and the old sword fairy is invincible in the world, and he opens the sky with a sword. Defeated, even now, but he has also stepped on the peak and has no regrets in this life. ”

Shen Yinli sneered when he heard this: "Ridiculous words, they all say that monks are sharp-tongued, it seems that this is true, I know that your cultivation is bottomless, and I am still a lot worse now, but sooner or later, the sword in my hand will point to you!"

Shanxun smiled indifferently and said, "It's okay, the poor monk can wait." Before, the little benefactor destroyed the Huamen, it was said that it was because of the Demon King, but in fact, the poor monk knew that this was not the case. ”

As soon as he mentioned Dianhuamen, Shen Yinli snorted coldly and said, "A group of rabble, they dare to talk about my master!"

The reason why he destroyed Dianhuamen was mainly because some people in Dianhuamen were extremely disrespectful to Fengzhihua, and they insulted him in their mouths, and they were quick to speak. And this happened to be heard by himself who was passing by, and this was a sword that cut the night, and finally destroyed everyone.

In this regard, the monk Shanxun didn't say anything, but just smiled lightly: "The little donor has done his best to cultivate the true inheritance of the old sword immortal, whether it is the sword blade or the sword qi, it has shown a rising trend, and the poor monk is here mainly to tell the little donor that the demon lord will go to Chiyang Kingdom, and the little donor's sword may be able to go to the next level." ”

Hearing this, Shen Yinli said reasonably: "Although it is rumored that the Demon Lord killed my master, but hearing is false, and seeing is not necessarily true, I Shen Yinli has my own principles for doing things, and all right and wrong grievances will ask the sword!

Hearing Shen Yinli's answer, Shanxun smiled slightly, sighed, read a good word, and then quietly left.