In Dongfang Xi's eyes, Yin Nanxuan's face was gradually becoming clearer.

He knew that he was the Vermilion Bird Envoy personally promoted by his father, but compared to Bai Wuxin, the White Tiger Envoy who was also unusually promoted, this person's various actions were really not flattering, but he was indeed a relatively pure immortal body, and his spiritual cultivation was above him—although it was an advantage of ten years older than him.

Looking at this handsome face, Dongfang Xi still wanted to punch him in the face.

Yin Nanxuan didn't care about Dongfang Xi's attitude at all, whether he came to Xingshi to ask for guilt, or to do something else, since he had ruined his good deeds, he still did it openly and secretly several times, even if it was the son of Xianzun, he would not let him feel better.

"All along, you only dared to make a move without her noticing, and you did it secretly, isn't it ashamed of others, so you only dare to act secretly?"

Hearing this, Dongfang Xi's eyes became sharper, and he said, "Do you know what you're doing?"

"Murdering fellow Saint Pavilion, even if you are a Suzaku envoy, you must be punished. ”

"Sanctions?" Yin Nanxuan smiled disdainfully and said sharply, "She, Ye Xinglu, not only colluded with outsiders to obstruct my Holy Pavilion's plan, but also killed six of our Holy Sons, and made such a heart-wrenching act, can she still be regarded as a member of the Holy Pavilion?"

In the face of this naked questioning, Dongfang Xi's expression remained unchanged, and he said in a deep voice: "The pavilion has never given an order, she is still a disciple of the Holy Pavilion, the so-called collusion with outsiders and killing the Holy Son, but it is just that you can't see some excessive actions and come forward, Yin Nanxuan, you are responsible for the supervision of the Ten Thousand Demon Alliance, don't you know what kind of goods those Holy Sons are?"

Yin Nanxuan sneered: "The Eastern Holy Envoy is sharp-toothed, choosing the Holy Son to pay attention to the situation in the Demon Domain for us, that is an order from the Immortal Venerable himself, could it be that the Eastern Holy Envoy has not even taken his father seriously?"

Dongfang Xi didn't hesitate to shoot back: "The Vermilion Bird Envoy of the Holy Pavilion, for his own selfish desires, has he not taken the Holy Pavilion in his eyes?"

"And, there's one thing you're very wrong. ”

Yin Nanxuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he sneered, "Please advise?"

"Ye Xinglu only killed five holy sons, and I killed one. ”

When he said this, Dongfang Xi did not hesitate at all.

He had been hesitating for a while before coming to the Demon Domain, especially after discovering that the Holy Pavilion was trying to win over Yuan Xue and Su Lan Pavilion.

It's called co-opting, but it's actually a robbery, and when the robbery on both sides fails, he doesn't know whether to be happy or angry for a while.

So he secretly followed Ye Xinglu, who was temporarily shunned after the incident in the east window, to the Demon Domain, and then saw the situation in the Demon Domain.

Most of the people here are living in dire straits, and a large part of these misery is caused by a small number of Holy Sons.

He personally went to contact the two of them, and there were no accidents, they were all hopeless guys who had swelled and gone crazy in their hearts and just wanted crazy enjoyment.

So he let Ye Xinglu kill the Holy Son, and the last one was too much, and he personally used Qingmang to make up for it.

It's not that he didn't think about going back with Ye Xinglu, but he knew in his heart that it was best for him not to appear in front of him.

Whether it was robbing Yuan Xue and Su Lanting, or choosing the Holy Son in the Ten Thousand Demon Alliance, it was his father's idea, and she would no longer trust him as much as before.

All he could do was to escort her, and not let her fall into the hands of a guy like Yin Nanxuan, who had an empty body of cultivation but had a dirty mind, as if he had never heard any lessons when Zhuge Immortal Master was alive.

Even if it would be disobedient to my father's will.

For what the father did was indeed wrong.

......

The smile on Yin Nanxuan's face became stronger and stronger: "It seems that the Eastern Holy Envoy has a good father, and he no longer takes the Holy Pavilion in his eyes." ”

Although his smile was thick, his heart was getting heavier.

Looking at Dongfang Xi's battle, he obviously intends to spare no effort to stop him, although he is completely sure to defeat the other party, he will inevitably bring some injuries, and he does not dare to really kill him.

After all, he is the son of Xianzun.

After a moment's deliberation, he finally made up his mind.

With the help of his practice, he should soon be able to find Ye Xinglu's whereabouts again, and at that time, once Ye Xinglu can't support it, Dongfang Xi will inevitably strike again, then he will be seriously injured here, no one will see it, and he won't say it, Immortal Venerable can't blame him.

Countless silk threads flowed out of his sleeves, exposed to Dongfang Xi's eyes in a dignified manner.

Dongfang Xi didn't expect Yin Nanxuan to make a sudden move, and his figure quickly disappeared in place, leaving only a few remnants of purple lightning.

These purple lightning briefly blocked the silk threads from the ground for a while, and it was precisely because of this that Dongfang Xi dodged this blow.

Dongfang Xi was gone, but Yin Nanxuan's expression did not change in the slightest.

He had long planned to make a move on Dongfang Xi, but he was just considering the question of whether the shot was light or heavy, and in the previous verbal confrontation, his silk thread had already wrapped all the surrounding area.

This is a big net, although it is not as large as the layout when preparing to capture Ye Xinglu, the degree of detail is particularly excessive, where Dongfang Xi is, what his movement trajectory is, he knows it all.

No matter how fast Dongfang Xi is, he can only become a small worm caught by this big net, and Yin Nanxuan is full of confidence in this.

He felt the sensation in the thin line in his hand, his brow widened more and more, and then he bent his fingers, flicking slightly.

Dongfang Xi's figure was forced to stop in mid-air.

His body was like a swift wind, like lightning, so swift and elusive that even the afterimage was difficult to detect, but at this moment, he had to stop.

Countless thin lines shrouded him, like a net from heaven and earth, no matter how fierce the wind was, no matter how thin the lightning was, he had to become the prey of his net.

In just an instant, Dongfang Xi had fallen into a desperate situation.

But the biggest feeling in his heart now is not panic, but emotion.

Suzaku makes Yin Nanxuan, no matter what his heart thinks, this strength is indeed worthy of this son.

He recognizes Yoon Nam-hyun's strength, but it doesn't mean that he will be tied down.

A blue light condensed on the index finger and middle finger of his right hand, and in the green light, there was a surging purple lightning, and it was the flowing spiritual power, which was Qingmang.

Thunder is the sixth party that can condense the green mang.

The green light in Dongfang Xi's hand was already five inches long, like an incomparably sharp sword, stabbing out towards the net above, and the green light was so strong that it seemed to be enough to penetrate everything.

This green mang once easily smashed the ice cliff stone in the mountain behind Ling Xiao Peak, once slashed the Zhenshi Seal that the younger disciples of the Holy Pavilion worked together to cast with one blow, and once made the strict Sima Wuhua admire, and now it is about to face it is a silk thread that seems to be soft, as if it can be crushed with your hands, but it is actually stronger than steel, and it is condensed by Yin Nanxuan's original spiritual power.

The green mang fell, as if a thunderbolt fell from the blue sky, and a crack suddenly appeared in the net of heaven and earth.

The crack was very small, as if it was just an insignificant stroke on a piece of paper, and the world behind the paper could hardly be seen, but for Dongfang Xi, as long as there was a little gap, it was enough.

A flash of lightning leaked through the crack that was gradually mended by thin lines, and his footsteps turned slightly, and his figure quietly disappeared at this moment.

At this moment, he truly became an electric light.

As long as there is a small hole, light can pass through it and then image.

So Dongfang Xi passed through the overwhelming net and appeared outside the net, and before Yin Nanxuan could react, his figure had disappeared again.

Yin Nanxuan's stretched brow furrowed again.

Dongfang Xi disappeared.

His nets are all over the place, and the wind and grass within a radius of three miles can't escape his perception, but he really can't feel Dongfang Xi's actions, not even a little breath, and as for the vicinity of the net just now, there is not the slightest clue.

Yin Nanxuan was sure that Dongfang Xi could not escape in such a short time, so he began to think.

Before fighting wits and courage with Ye Xinglu, he rarely thought about it after doing it, and this was still a habit that Ye Xinglu "forced" him to exercise.

He didn't think about it for long.

Because a purple lightning had appeared in his sight.

The purple lightning came from a thin line he had walked along, and by the time he discovered the first purple lightning, countless purple lightning had already surged in like a wave.

The net he has laid out has become the medium of purple electricity at some point.

He is the one who is in the net of heaven and earth and does not know it!

Yin Nanxuan's face was full of anger, and he wanted to quickly cut off his connection with the filament, but it was too late.

Countless rays of purple lightning climbed up his body, and suddenly erupted in an instant.

At this moment, the thunder shook, as if the earth was shaking, and the people in the town looked up in amazement, only to see the purple thunder and lightning intertwined, like a dragon raising its head, straight into the clouds, and disappeared in an instant.

It's like a short burst of brilliant fireworks.