The night is like water, teasing the sorrow, Xu Yilan sniffed the mellow fragrance of the old wine in Luoyang's hand, a ray of essence flashed in her eyes, she smiled proudly, took out the spirit talisman and sealed the wine jar, and carefully collected the ring.

This wine is amazing, except for Luoyang, except for the five emperors of Yan, as long as the ghosts smell it, they are happy.

Looking at Xu Yilan's cautious appearance, Luoyang couldn't help but chuckle, unloaded his whole body of killing, turned around and sat down, looking at the sky that was gradually rising Baihua, and was alone.

If what you think is right, Butterfly Zimo must have an inexplicable relationship with that group of evil cultivators, last night's battle, the Tuo family is completely a chess piece, and the nail-headed seven-arrow book in his hand is just a bait deliberately spit out by the evil cultivators, what can it be?

The underworld, the human world, the demon clan, the five worlds have already exposed the three worlds, and presumably the demon world and the heavenly palace will also show clues in the near future.

A force that can spread all over the Five Realms must have a reason why five different races can forget about their lives, so what is it?

Xu Yilan didn't know that Luoyang was distracted, so she carefully preserved the wine, turned the chair slightly, and let out a piercing whisper, interrupting Luoyang's thoughts.

"When do you plan to open the Luo Tian Secret Realm? No, how do you plan to open the Luo Tian Secret Realm?"

"Wait for the geniuses who are interested in the world to come here and then open the Luo Tian Secret Realm, the muddy water is good to fish, this is an opportunity for them, and it is also an opportunity for us, the nailhead seven arrows book, the golden crow, Hou Yi's Taoism, the sun bow, I want them all!"

Luoyang narrowed his eyes, looked at the verdant Dongshan, pondered for a moment, and said: "Use your Xu family's channels to help me spread the news, what's the point of hiding in the shadows all the time? ”

Xu Yilan nodded, got up and walked to the door, stopped abruptly, and stopped talking.

"Don't worry, if possible, I will try my best to keep Butterfly Zimo's life, if I can't keep you, don't blame me, you know how terrible that enemy is, the years are like water, the boat is lonely, not everything in the world is like chess, there is still no regrets, and there is no shore to turn back. ”

Luoyang muttered softly, slightly drunk, and spit out a sense of sorrow.

King Xu is not bad, Mo Qi admires him very much, and once upon a time Luoyang even thought that he was the best candidate for the next Emperor of Yama.

It's a pity, it's sad, it's sad, it's a pity!

"I know, you just do your best, the underworld is different from the human race, and the grievances are clear. ”

Xu Yilan nodded and strode away, walking very slowly, because the things on her shoulders were very heavy.

The ghosts and spirits of the underworld are all incomparable, Yilan is fearless, and they are living beings, how can they be fearless?

The fishing hook hung down from the flying clouds, and the sloppy old man was fished back to the lakeside, and the heavenly master squinted, looking at the fishing rod in his hand, thinking about Luoyang's sword, and secretly distracted.

"Luoyang has a big secret on his body, he has been to Chu Xiaona, in order to continue the painting pattern on his body, his sword is extremely pure, and he has to be decorated with ghost patterns, which shows that he has a big secret on his body, and he must cover it with a Yama ghost face, otherwise he will die!"

"The Big Secret...... No wonder, no wonder such a big celestial phenomenon as the Six Realms sent him to the underworld for training, what kind of big secret would it be?

The Heavenly Master muttered softly, the sloppy old man's eyes flashed with essence, and a little cold sweat rose on his forehead, there was no way before the top, and the method of mending the heavens was one of the transcendent methods that fell down before the endless era!

The rain gradually accelerated, two or three electric lights tore through the sea of clouds, and the sound of rolling thunder startled the swallows in front of the hall.

Luoyang stood in the rain, holding the sword sideways, holding Changxiangyi behind his back in his left hand, and the crystal raindrops flowed through the pattern on the other side of the Sauvignon Blanc, causing the spirit sword to groan.

Close your eyes and listen to the rain, and know the warmth and coldness alone.

The heavenly sword hung behind Luoyang, flashing with plain white brilliance, as if there was nothing, the reality was uncertain, and people couldn't help but take a few more looks.

A thunderclap exploded nearby, and the stagnant Sauvignon Blanc suddenly slashed through the void, cutting off the fine rain feet.

Luoyang slowly opened his eyes, pursed the corners of his lips, and pressed the Sauvignon Blanc into the sheath little by little.

The light of the eyes changes, sometimes the mirror stops the water, the death is cold and ruthless, sometimes the madness and paranoia, and sometimes the deep and dark like the night.

Four kinds of sword intent, four kinds of heart, with the sword heart as the battlefield to fight and fight, the heavenly sword is struggling to survive in it, and after thousands of tempers, it is even more sharp and abnormal.

"One sword and four intentions, it is not a loss to Uncle Kunlun. ”

The bronzed-skinned boy came with the rain, standing on the wall with his arms crossed, condescending, looking down at the rain-soaked boy, saying praise, but his eyebrows and eyes were full of silent ridicule.

The top of the bullshit list, the human talent, is obviously a celebrity and reputation fisherman with a guard of honor, and the four sword intents are all involuntarily out of their own, otherwise how can they fight each other and keep fighting?

Luoyang put away his sword and returned it to its sheath, looked directly at the arrogant-looking young man, his eyes were indifferent, and he asked loudly: "If you want to fight, you will do it, and if you lose, you will lose money, and if you don't have money, you will lose your life." ”

"Just what I want, look at the punch!"

Luoyang called out to invite the battle, the young man laughed and jumped off the wall, swallowed spiritual power, and punched out, the rain was like a wave, and slapped straight to Luoyang's chest.

"Shadow. ”

The sword is traceless, the shadow is in pairs, one sword cuts through the water waves, and the other sword slashes at the boy, cutting off the rain feet seven or eight, leaving light and shadow bright.

"Storage!"

The golden light of Mingyao passed through the hazy rain curtain, and the sword qi was swallowed by the brilliance, without a shadow and sound, as if it had never appeared.

Luoyang couldn't help frowning, the golden light around the young man's body dissipated, and he flashed in front of Luoyang, waving his fists, resisting the demon sword with his body, and the invisible energy around his body became more and more violent, like pouring fuel on fire, raging and surging, faintly sprouting endless crises.

"Baquan!"

The probe grabbed Luoyang's sword, the young man grinned lightly, his right foot smashed the flat ground, in view of the rock's left foot did not enter the earth, a punch blasted out, and the invisible energy chiseled through the rain curtain, and the fist did not arrive, making Luoyang's hair stand upside down.

This punch is very domineering, locking the void, and if you don't take it, you have to take it.

In a moment, the Sauvignon Blanc ignited a dazzling streamer, drew the sword and picked it up, and the sharp sword light under the blessing of Tibetan swordsmanship cut through the invisible energy, and the blade hit the fist, making a soft sound of not admitting defeat.

The young man took three steps back, looked at the shallow scars on his fingers, narrowed his eyes, and asked in a cold voice, "Why are your subordinates merciful?

"That's not the case, after punching, your Dao technique is self-defeating, your body is very strong, but you can't take the sword drawing technique, you are a human race, if it is a demon race, it is me who loses money. ”

Luoyang calmly put away the Sauvignon Blanc, raised his head, and looked at the rain in the sky.

The world has been crying for too long, thinking about the sunny weather, it is not enough to rely on one person, there is much help for the righteous, little help for the unjust, the sword hurts the enemy and self-discipline, and if you don't want to maintain the status quo, you have to change.

The young man nodded and chuckled, threw out the altar of wine, stretched out his spiritual power to separate the rain curtain, and smiled heartily, "Count you as a kid, otherwise you will know what it means to be dark." ”

Luoyang was silent, opened the wine seal, frowned after taking a sip, squinted Danfeng's eyes, thought it was a deliberate teasing by the young man, and couldn't help but ridicule.

"Your Excellency looks full of pride, but I didn't expect it to be a self-deceptive person who likes to fill water in a wine jar!"

"Fart, how can the wine jar be used to hold water? Don't you look down on this wine Yi Shui Han?"

The boy was furious, raised his fist and struck, and his personality was as violent as fire.

Luoyang floated away, threw the wine jar to the young man's fist, Qing Shui wet the young man's clothes, the offensive stagnated, the angry eyes dispersed, first puzzled, and finally full of hope, took out one jar after another jar of wine, opened it and sniffed it, it was all clear water......