Before looking up, Ye Hongyu glanced at Ning Que, and there was no love in his eyes.

At that time, Ning Que was holding a long Pu knife, waving the sword marks between the bluestones on the roof wall, looking stunned and stupid, and using the knife to do swordsmanship felt even more jerky and clumsy, and the whole person was like a confused idiot.

Ye Hongyu watched him be seriously injured by the Lotus Divine Throne, and he should have been paralyzed to the ground, but at this time he waved his knife, not knowing what happened to him, but vaguely guessed that he had encountered some kind of opportunity, and should be in the important process of enlightenment.

The already desperate death situation, with the opportunity that Ning Que encountered, finally showed a small gap, she knew that the Lotus Divine Throne would not give Ning Que any chance, but she must seize this last opportunity.

So she began to whimper and sob.

With the cry, the tattered but still bright red dress on her body suddenly lost all color and became pale and pale, as if all the breath of life and blood had been sucked away!

Her pale face became extremely bright red, the blood between the corners of her eyes and nose was like flowers, and she was extremely charming, and two strings of red tears like blood flowed from the corners of her eyes, and the black hair scattered behind her rose up and fluttered wildly in the air!

She was suppressed by the Fan Cage Great Array and the powerful spiritual power of the Lotus Divine Throne, and for some reason she returned to her body, and the dark room was rippling with the unique aura of a great cultivator of the Knowing Destiny Realm.

The Knowing Destiny Realm only showed a very brief moment, and then it was drastically gloomy. It was like a weed that had been suppressed by a stone mountain, and only had time to lift the stone, and when it looked up at the clear blue sky, it was pitifully pressed back again.

The realm suddenly returned, suddenly lost, but it did not end there, the collapse and depression of the realm of knowing her fate was not that the strength of the realm breath was suppressed, but that the realm itself was walking downward, all the way down, it was directly breaking through the lower end of the realm, and returning to the realm of cultivation in the cave realm!

Obviously she has already advanced to the realm of knowing her fate, how can she force herself to return to the realm of the cave and mystery? The cultivation of the world has always been to climb step by step, who will turn around and go down the mountain? Even if there are such madmen who are willing to surrender to the realm, how can they do it? You are already higher than the dwarf willow next to the women's house of the Heavenly Oracle Temple, and you can already jump on two stones far away from each other in the small lake, so how can you let yourself be lower than the willow and step on the stone in front of you?

What happened at this time was really incomprehensible, why did Ye Hongyu do this? She had gone through a lot of hardships to find the most suitable opportunity to enter the realm of knowing her fate, why did she use this obviously very dangerous way to return to the realm of Dongxuan? What did she want to do?

The unthinkable happens the next moment.

Ye Hongyu raised her head and stared at the Lotus Divine Seat, her cold eyes gushed out with a stubborn meaning of absolute self-abandonment, the red dress on her body suddenly turned pale, and the realm fell directly to the Cave Xuan Realm, but a majestic and powerful aura gushed out from her body, directly breaking through the spiritual control that passed through the palm of her head, and blasted towards the old monk's body!

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The realm will never fall naturally, and it is rare in the world to hear of any cultivator who can descend on his own, but Master Liansheng learned the Dao Demon and passed through the ten thousand laws in the world, and when the aura on Ye Hongyu's body changed sharply, he knew her intentions.

There is a powerful Dao method in the Xiling Temple, this kind of Dao method can allow the practitioner to descend on his own, once this Dao method is cast, the aura of the practitioner's original comprehension in the upper realm will erupt in an instant, and the powerful thoughts accumulated after decades of penance and meditation will form a terrifying impact.

It's just that the price to pay for this kind of Dao method is too great, and the realm that cultivators have worked so hard to achieve and advance to is even more important than their life and family, who is willing to give up once and start from scratch? Moreover, you must know that after performing this kind of Dao method, it is countless times more difficult for a practitioner to re-enter the original realm than when he first broke through the realm!

For the temple powerhouses who are qualified to contact and master this kind of Dao method, no one is willing to perform this kind of Dao method on the long path of cultivation, which is more painful and sad than asking them to die, and the temple powerhouses who use this kind of Dao method must fall into a situation more terrible than death, which requires great courage and determination. (Note)

Today's Dao idiot Ye Hongyu is already a great cultivator of the realm of knowing fate, looking at the whole world, she is undoubtedly the most amazing figure in the younger generation, but at this moment, she did not hesitate to let her realm forcibly fall from the realm of knowing fate to the cave mystery, ignoring the price and false name to be paid.

Because the situation she is in now is more terrifying than death, colder than the underworld, she sees a glimmer of hope, so she does not hesitate to use death to fight for this opportunity, in this cold room without a trace of heaven and earth vitality, what other way does she have besides burning her own realm?

The distance between the Knowing Destiny Realm and the Cave Xuan Realm is the breath gushing out of her body like a storm at this time, and it is the half-foot distance between the old monk's palm and the top of her head that was finally shaken apart!

The stormy aura suddenly came to his body, and the old monk's body shook slightly, and the fingers pointing at Ning Que trembled. He looked indifferent, condescendingly at the girl who was looking at him stubbornly, and there was no human affection in his deep eyes.

He didn't expect Ye Hongyu to know such a supreme Dao method at such a young age, if he knew that this Dao girl was as known as him, and even more so, maybe he wouldn't be so shocked.

The mantra between the dry lips was repeated, and a single lotus seal was formed in the air in his right hand, and the holy light lit up like a lamp and candle from his fingers, and the divine breath of Dao and Demon instantly occupied the entire White Bone Mountain!

As the divine technique forcibly suppressed, the old monk's withered palm slowly pressed back towards the top of Ye Hongyu's head, and inch by inch seemed to be slow but seemed to be unstoppable.

Ye Hongyu didn't bow her head, she stared at the old monk's eyes indifferently and strongly, biting her lip tightly, and blasted out all the power she had gained at the moment of descent without hesitation, wanting to stop the landing of the thin palm.

She supported the ground with both hands, a few broken bones had been deeply stimulated into the palm, but the pain made her more awake and more stubborn, her thin wrists trembled violently, and it seemed that she could collapse at any time like Hsinchu, but she had been stubbornly supporting her body, and her body was also trembling violently, as if she might collapse at any time, but she had been stubbornly refusing to collapse.

Two terrifying forces inside and outside her body intersected, and blood slowly seeped out from the invisible pores of her delicate face, then condensed into tiny beads of blood, and finally trickled down onto the white gown, which had lost its original color.

Yet the wizened palm was still slowly descending in a ruthless and cold way.

Inch by inch, even though she had paid such a great price, and even burned the power of her entire life, the realm was too far away from the Lotus Divine Throne to be stopped.

At the last moment, Ye Hongyu glanced at Ning Que ruthlessly with his residual vision.

At this time, Ning Que was still holding the Pu knife and comparing it to the Haoran sword marks on the stone wall, sometimes dancing with his hands and sometimes holding the knife in contemplation, wandering outside his body, and he didn't know what happened in the field.

"I've done my best, and if you can't wake up, there's nothing I can do. ”

Ye Hongyu looked at Ning Que, and a strong sense of despair appeared in his eyes, which were more and more bewitching and charming because of the bloodshots, and thought, "You idiot!

Then she closed her eyes.

The wizened palm finally landed on top of her head.

The old monk looked at the girl under his palm with a solemn and complicated expression, his cheeks, which had been plumping before, were already deep, and he was thin and a ghost again, and with a light snort, he poured almost all the spiritual power that had accumulated for decades!

The edge of the wizened palm spewed out a powerful breath.

The violent and dancing black hair gently and quietly returned to Ye Hongyu's shoulder, she slowly fell to the ground, two lines of red tears flowed from the corners of her eyes, but she still looked at the old monk's face coldly and stubbornly.

The old monk's face was slightly pale, his body shook slightly, in order to completely subdue Ye Hongyu, who was burning in the realm of life, it was obvious that he had also paid a great price.

The matter did not end there, what really made the old monk feel faintly uneasy and vigilant was not the girl in the palm of his hand, but Ning Que, who was holding a sword and dancing a sword, because the sword he was dancing was a Haoran sword.

He raised his thin palm again, pointing at Ning Que, who was at a loss and didn't know what was going on outside his body.

Previously, Ye Hongyu had cast such a terrifying Dao technique, and Lian Sheng still hadn't exhausted all his strength, because he had to leave enough strength to ensure that he could kill the other party before Ning Que's sword ended.

To kill absolutely, he can't leave the slightest hidden danger and possibility, so this time he didn't glance at it indifferently with his gaze, but stabbed his finger in the air with a solemn and focused expression.

Between his fingers, the powerful spiritual power condensed into a substance-like existence, piercing the silent space and dry and cold air, and stabbing Ning Que's back.

At this time, Ning Que was holding the Pu knife and staring at the sword marks on the stone wall in front of him in a daze, his mood was empty and clumsy, just like an ignorant child who watched the ants move and didn't know that there was a stone flying behind him.

Dao idiot Ye Hongyu had already fallen in a pool of blood, no longer had any strength, he himself was completely defenseless at this time, facing Master Lotus Sheng's resentful and dignified fingers, it seemed that nothing could save his life.

At this moment, a white bone flew up, lying in front of Master Lotus Sheng's spiritual power.

Even the hard bones of the Demon Sect's powerhouse are indestructible with swords, and it stands to reason that there is no way to resist the majestic and powerful spiritual power of Master Liansheng, because how can tangible things block the invisible spiritual power?

However, the dim light in the air of the quiet room turned in an instant, and the phosphorus fire in the sword marks between the stone bricks of the roof wall seemed to be disturbed by some invisible force, and floated at the same time.

Although the spiritual power is invisible, it is still felt, and at this time, even the light is disturbed and forced to bend, not to mention the spiritual power?

Two white eyebrows slowly floated, and the old monk looked at the corner of the room in surprise.

That's the forgotten corner.

There's a forgotten maiden in the corner.

From the beginning to the present, this girl has not shown her amazing realm ability, and she is weak, so Master Lotus has not paid enough attention to it, and has even been forgotten in the corner.

But she is Mo Shanshan.

Moshan Mountain in Mogan Mountain.

She is a bookworm on the same level as the Taoist idiot.

So no matter how weak she is, as long as she can move, she can do things that ordinary people can't do.

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The old monk glanced at Mo Shanshan indifferently, ignored her, and directly stabbed Ning Que with another finger in the air.

Mo Shanshan sat cross-legged on the ground with his head bowed, weakly posing that he could fall down at any time, and touched a stone behind his right hand, which seemed to be thrown into the distance at random, but it blocked the power of that finger.

The old monk's eyebrows were slightly frowned, her thin tail fingers were cocked, and the mental power between her fingers pierced her heart.

Mo Shanshan's fingers were slightly relaxed, and a handful of scattered white bone fragments flew in front of him.

Then she lowered her head and coughed bitterly, blood foaming the front of her padded jacket.

Counting the mountain gate to cover the formation for a few days by the lakeside, and then taking Ning Que to break the remnants of the Demon Sect's mountain gate array, the young man's mental power was already on the verge of exhaustion, and she was broken by Master Liansheng at a glance, and Zhihai was injured strictly, but at this time, she was strongly supporting herself, and tried to stop Master Liansheng with a qiē array that she could touch beside her.

Those white bone fragments are not talismans, they are arrays.

Most of the formations in this world are deformed talismans, and they all need to be sensed with heaven and earth to mobilize the breath of nature. At this time, because of the suppression of the Fan Cage Great Array, the dark room could not sense any heaven and earth vitality at all.

Therefore, the formation she is laying now is different from the ordinary formation.

When that great figure transformed and realized this formation a thousand years ago, the original intention was not to be close to heaven and earth, but to compete with heaven and earth. Therefore, this formation was not originally used to mobilize the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, but was used to cut the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, and even cut and block the Heaven and Earth itself.

At this time, there was no Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi in the room, so this array could not cut the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, but it could cut and block any other invisible power, such as the spiritual power that Master Liansheng had cultivated with two mouthfuls of blood food and decades of seclusion.

This array is called a block.

At this time, the dozen or so white bones that lay between the old monk and Ning Que were the realization of Mo Shanshan's meditation outside the Demon Sect Mountain Gate to calculate and study the large array of blocks, although they were not as strong as the real blocks, but they were already powerful enough.

Master Rinpoche's expression became more and more solemn, and he felt the deep uneasiness and the shadow hidden between the rotation of fate. That young man actually inexplicably understood the Haoran sword intent left by Ke Haoran, the Daomen girl was actually able to perform such a powerful and ruthless realm descent Dao technique, and this girl who looked weak and harmless was able to comprehend the block!

The old monk's thin palm lotus blossoms, the jade petals bloom violently, and each petal is an extremely powerful mental attack.

The girl picked up the fragments of white bones and the stones that had fallen from the wall, and kept tinkering with the formation she had just realized.

Ning Que was in the simple formation composed of those white bones and stones, and he held the sword and realized quietly.

The sound of sneering and breaking the sky in the secluded hall was dense, and the old monk's face was ruthless, and his eyes were as deep as the netherworld.

Blood flowed from Mo Shan's thin lips like a stream, soaking the thick white cotton jacket on his body, and his long, sparse eyelashes trembled gently on his pale face, as if he might close his eyes at any time.

In a pool of blood, Ye Hongyu stared at the old monk's old face, his eyes burned with fanatical excitement, and his bewitching face oozing blood beads was weak but crazy, and he smiled strangely: "Old monster, you suck it again! Before my blood is sucked clean by you, you must see whether you are fast or he is fast, I want to see who can survive!"