"Since this prince dares to say it, he is naturally sure enough. Yang Yan said disapprerovingly.

"Oh?" Lin Rumeng blinked, and began to be a little curious, how could he be sure that his chips could make the Bliss Gate tempting?

Yang Yan leaned back, his eyes slightly closed: "Last time, a piano song like a dream made this prince have an epiphany, and so far he knows the taste of eating the marrow, and I will see you again after half a year, I don't know if I am lucky enough to listen to Xianle again?"

Lin Rumeng: "......"

It's okay to talk about business, why do you suddenly want to listen to music?

But soon she understood the meaning of Yang Yan's words, and smiled: "Okay!"

In an instant, it seemed that thousands of flowers were blooming together.

Fortunately, only Yang Yan is lucky enough to enjoy it here, otherwise I really don't know how many people would be dizzy.

"I don't know what kind of music Childe likes?" A pair of plain hands stroked the strings, Lin Rumeng looked at him and asked.

"Just the last one. Yang Yan said lightly.

"If you dream like a dream, you will be ugly. Lin Rumeng smiled lightly, her beautiful eyes drooped slightly, and her fingers like mutton fat and white jade gradually danced on the strings.

Beautiful music and notes floated out, swirling in this not too large space, Yang Yan seemed to be in a fairyland, his eyebrows stretched out, immersed in this beautiful melody.

This song should only be in the sky, and it is rare to hear it in the world!

Unconsciously, beautiful notes floated around the two, slowly spinning, forming an enchantment, forming a narrow world of two.

In a corner.

The white-haired old woman stared at the two of them with blazing eyes, as if there were several cats scratching in her heart, and she was itching.

"What the hell are they talking about?"

"Abominable barrier!"

......

When Yang Yan came out of the Bliss Building, it was already after noon, and his face was the same as when he came, except for him and Lin Rumeng, no one knew what they had talked about and whether they had finished talking.

Yang Yan left the place of bliss that all men longed for without hesitation, merged into the flow of people, and went in one direction.

Under a dark sky, the sun was obscured by thick dark clouds, and a mountain was steep on all sides, and many plants grew on three sides, but strangely the stems and leaves of these plants were all black.

In front of the mountain peak, there is a staircase that leads to the sky, and there is no end in sight, and it is shrouded in dark clouds.

On both sides of the staircase to the sky, there are black-clothed figures, black as ink, and their eyes are domineering.

Yang Yan stood in front of the mountain, only to feel a domineering aura of Lingyun in the world rushing towards him, asking him to prostrate on the ground and bow his head.

"It is worthy of the Demon Sect, and this momentum alone is not comparable to ordinary forces. Yang Yan said secretly in his heart and walked forward.

"Whoever is coming, stop quickly!" the two black-clothed young men who were guarding the first step stood in the center and said coldly.

Boom!

Yang Yan stopped in front of the stairs, hugged his fists, and headed upward, his clear voice soared into the sky like a sharp sword: "Junior Yang Yan, ask to see the sect master of the Demon Sect!"

"Presumptuous!" The disciples of the Demon Sect who were in charge of guarding the ladder were all furious, and the two black-clothed youths at the bottom directly drew their weapons and pointed at Yang Yan: "How can my sect master be seen by people like you?

Yang Yan turned a deaf ear and maintained that posture, waiting for the Demon Sect's response.

"Are you deaf, if you don't leave, I'm going to make a move!" Seeing this, the two black-clothed young men looked even colder, and the demonic energy on their bodies surged.

However, Yang Yan remained motionless.

"How can this be reasonable!" A young man in black was furious, and the demonic qi gushing out from his body, and a shot shot shot out of the sky, directly taking Yang Yan.

Yang Yan put down his hand expressionlessly, staring at the black-clothed young man who was killed by a shot, and he didn't see how he moved, his hand had already grasped the opponent's gun, so that he couldn't move an inch.

"What?" The young man in black was startled, and the demonic qi gushed wildly, but Yang Yan's hand was immovable, and it was less than half a point injured.

The aura in Yang Yan's hand burst out, annihilating the mass of demonic qi, and with a strong flick, he left the black-clothed young man far behind.

"You are presumptuous!" another young man in black saw this and shot him.

Yang Yan didn't look at it, he casually held the barrel of the gun, and shook it as hard as before, throwing the other party's gun behind him, and almost at the same time as the black-clothed young man from before, he landed on the ground, sending smoke and dust.

Boom!

Yang Yan stepped on the stairs, clasped his fists again and shouted: "Junior Yang Yan, ask to see the Demon Sect Master!"

"You dare to hurt my fellow disciples in front of my Demon Sect Mountain, you are looking for death!" The Demon Sect disciple guarding the second step looked at him with fire in his eyes, and his spear trembled, jumping out like a snake.

"Since the seniors intend to test the juniors, then the juniors will be rude. Yang Yan opened his mouth lightly, his eyes were like electricity, and he was soul-stirring.

The eyes of the two Demon Sect disciples were slightly dazed, and the spear in their hands had fallen into Yang Yan's hands.

"You ......" the two were shocked.

Yang Yan unceremoniously threw away the spear, picked them up and threw them back with both hands like grasping chickens, and just lay in a row with the two black-clothed youths.

"Let's go up together. Yang Yan looked at the disciples of the Demon Sect on the upper floors and said lightly.

"Arrogance!" The disciples of the Demon Sect were furious, and the ten people who were guarding the five consecutive layers shot out angrily, and the demonic qi was rolling and merciless.

"Wind. Yang Yan spat out a word lightly, and the figure disappeared in place, and at the same time, there was no wind on the stairs.

The wind swept and drowned all ten people, and the shadows of the fists continued to fall like raindrops, and the sound of wailing was in the ears.

One by one, the figures were thrown out, following in the footsteps of the four Demon Sect disciples in front of them, and even worse, with blue noses and swollen faces, like pigs' heads.

The wind stopped suddenly, and he was dressed in white like snow, and his long hair fluttered, revealing a face as rich as jade, as indifferent as water.

The higher-level Demon Sect disciples looked at each other, this person is so strong!

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Yang Yan stepped up, a faint pressure came to his face, and the Demon Sect disciple looked solemn and clenched the gun in his hand.

"Kill!" The four Demon Sect disciples came out at the same time, and at this time, Yang Yan had just stepped on the seventh step with one foot.

Yang Yan fell backwards, and four spears slashed from above, causing his face to sting slightly, and his feet kicked out repeatedly.

Bang bang!

The four Demon Sect disciples fell down the stairs like wingless birds, their faces hit the ground, and their bones all over their bodies seemed to be scattered.

Yang Yan straightened up again, and walked up without blushing or panting.

“......”

The disciples of the tenth layer of the Demon Sect were shocked, the four people just now were not ordinary disciples, they were all Qi Refining Eightfold Cultivators, but they were defeated by Yang Yan lightly, and they didn't even have time to show their true strength.

"Is that all the Demon Sect disciple has this strength, it seems that there is no need to waste time. Yang Yan said lightly, the wind suddenly rose, and his body rushed straight up from the middle of the stairs like lightning.

"Ahh

The disciples of the Demon Sect guarding the mountainside watched a fierce hurricane rushing towards him, and along the way, one after another figures were thrown down the mountain, and the wind did not abate, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

"It's fucking too strong!"

They could see very clearly that Yang Yan was carrying a sword on his back, which meant that he was a sword cultivator, but all the way up, he didn't even have a sword scabbard, he was like a broken bamboo, like entering a no-man's land, this kind of strength appeared on a Qi Refining Sevenfold Martial Artist, it was really unbelievable.

"Senior Brother Song, can we stop him?" one of the disciples swallowed and said with difficulty.

"Where the duty lies, if you can't stop it, you have to stop it!" Senior Brother Song said firmly, his eyes looking at death as if he were home.

Call!

As soon as he finished speaking, a violent wind had already hit his face, and his body was rolled up high, watching the fellow disciples guarding it farther and farther away.

"Senior Brother Song, are we stopping this?" When he fell down the foot of the mountain, the junior brother next to him had a swollen pig's face and asked suspiciously.

"Of course!" Senior Brother Song said firmly, "We are a glorious sacrifice!"

Bang!

The dust was flying, drenching the juniors and disciples lying around them.

On the ladder to the sky, Yang Yan rode like a bamboo, and he had come to the middle of the mountain, and the disciples in front of him were all refining qi and cultivating nine-fold, and the demonic qi was rolling and could not be violated.

"The Flame Sword. Yang Yan's figure was like lightning, and he finally drew his sword out of its sheath, and a sharp sword intent flashed in this space.

"What a powerful sword!" The disciples of the Demon Sect stared at each other, and they all shot out, not daring to slack off at all, as soon as this sword intent came out, it seemed that they were in the midst of thousands of swords, and the slightest carelessness would be the end of death.

"Qingfeng Sword Technique!" Yang Yan's heart moved, and the Fire Flame Sword swayed out, the wind swept angrily, the sword intent annihilated the sky, and the fierce intent overwhelmed everything.

Poof!

Bloody light appeared, and one after another figures retreated out in embarrassment, and there was a long sword mark on their chests, deep in the bones.

"You ......" Their hearts were shocked, and a sword shook back several people who had cultivated above the ninth level of Qi refining, terrifying!

"This prince just wants to see your sect master and discuss something, otherwise you are already dead. Yang Yan saw that they were going to rush up again, and said lightly.

"......" they were stunned, and they didn't know if they would have to fight again.

"Everyone, this prince only shows mercy once, and if you want to die, you can come. Yang Yan said lightly and walked up.

Several people struggled for a while, but after all, they didn't dare to step forward again, not because they were afraid of death, but because Yang Yan said that there was no malicious intent, they would be very wronged if they died.

All the way through the level, continue to go up twenty zhang, there is a platform, Yang Yan's footsteps finally stopped, looking at the black-clothed young man in front of him, the sword intent was awe-inspiring.

"It's great that you can break into here with the sevenfold qi refining spirit, but that's the end of it. The young man gave him an approving look and said indifferently.

Witnessing Yang Yan's terrifying strength, he could still speak so proudly, this person was a genuine Spirit Yuan Realm powerhouse.

"Not necessarily. Yang Yan's eyes didn't fluctuate for a moment, not long ago, he personally killed a Spirit Yuan Realm powerhouse, this kind of powerhouse was no longer invincible to him.

"Hahaha!" The young man laughed out loud, not angry, he just felt very funny, this arrogant boy was so ignorant that he didn't even understand how big the gap between the Qi Refining Realm and the Spirit Yuan Realm was, the two were completely different from each other, and he actually wanted to fight?

He didn't know whether to praise Yang Yan's courage, or feel sorry for Yang Yan.