As the man opened a secret door and went down the long staircase, the bloody aura that had been vague became thicker and thicker, and the night dusk waited quietly for the man to take him to his cultivation lair.

"Whoa!" The sound of running water came, and before the night twilight could react, the sky was spinning, and there was a close contact with the hard stone surface.

"Ah, it hurts!" Twilight rubbed his arms and waist before he began to look at the scene in front of him.

A refining furnace stood silently aside, gurgling water flowing from one place, soaked in a few unpolished sword embryos. There were also a few broken swords that had failed to be refined.

"Big, my lord, what are you bringing the little girl here for?" A hint of murderous intent flashed in Nightdusk's eyes, and he raised his eyes and changed to a frightened look.

"Come here, hold this bead." The man had no intention of returning to the question of the twilight cold, and took out a transparent bead.

"Yes." Night Twilight Han didn't dare to refuse, and took it tremblingly. As soon as the transparent bead was taken, a hint of crimson appeared from the bead, and it became more and more red. The man's originally calm and unwavering eyes finally crossed a glimmer of joy.

"It's beautiful!" Twilight held the beads up in front of her eyes, and the red color of fire imprinted the eyes of Twilight Han with some bewitchment.

"Buzz!" The man sacrificed a demonic purple flame to the refining furnace, and then took out a sword embryo from the running water on the side and carefully put it into the refining furnace, turning to look at the night twilight.

"Great, great!" As if she knew something, she shivered and retreated, but the underground stone chamber was not big, and she didn't take a few steps back before she hit the wall.

"I wish me to refine the Innate Spirit Sword, you should feel lucky." The man ingested the Nightshade in front of him and forcefully threw the Nightshade into the furnace.

Ye Duhan, who was still crying in despair, lost his tears in an instant, sat down in place leisurely, and kicked the sword embryo on the side in boredom. The temperature in the furnace continued to rise, and the sword embryos were somewhat melting, but no one was still sitting in the twilight of the night, but a swaying fire lotus in his hand continued to absorb the strange fire around him.

After a while, the top of the furnace slowly opened, and the man took out the sword embryo expectantly, only to find that the woman who threw it in was still alive.

Twilight yawned, waved his hand to the man, and jumped out.

"Damn it!" The man instantly understood that everything before was played by the woman in front of him, and he suddenly became angry, and he released a strange fire to burn the night twilight.

Night Twilight Han hooked his lips and smiled, if the man directly attacked with spiritual power, he might be a little scared, but compared to the different fire, except for Jun Langya's Bright Sun Burning Sky Flame, there was no strange fire that could be comparable to the Red Sky Monarch Fire, and let the man devour it with the demonic purple flame.

The man was still angry when he killed the woman who was playing with him, and was about to go out and detain him for torture, but the flames dispersed, and he didn't expect a pile of dust on the ground, but a woman standing in place intact.

"Is it fun to burn people? I'm afraid that all the dust on the ground is the ashes of your refining with a living person! Night Twilight Han said lightly, there are ashes more than half a meter deep on the ground, which shows how many people the man has killed.

"So what, the strong are respected, and it is their glory that they can make a little contribution to me!" Men are unrepentant.

"Really?" Night twilight cold laugh, a Red Sky Monarch fire lotus bloomed beside him, the flames wrapped the man, the man's wail and the sizzle of the skin and flesh were endless, but in this underground stone room, except for the night twilight cold, who could hear it?

Soon, the second saint who had burned countless people to death himself was also turned into ashes in unwillingness and pain.

Out of the man's palace, only the last person remained, but the night twilight did not act, because the last person was standing in front of him.

"Quack, quack, quack! I didn't know that the three holy palaces of the deity had broken into a little beauty! "The snow-white hair floats in the air, and it can only be regarded as handsome, but the viciousness of the eyes is disgusting.