Twelve throwing knives smashed the hiding jar and pierced the girders of the inn, like a round of missing moon, cutting off broken heads and blood.

The cracking sound of "whoosh" is crisp and crisp.

The sword is accompanied by a strong wind.

Suddenly retracted.

Twelve knives, suspended in a line, trembled lightly in array.

A finger swept between the blades, and the fingertips collided with it with the sound of gold and iron, killing and drinking blood, the blade still silvery, sharp enough to cut through the void.

It is hard to imagine that the person who wields such a sharp twelve knives is a middle-aged man with a mediocre face and even a little ugly.

In an instant, the inn was much quieter.

The occupants who knelt on the ground were frightened by this scene, and they kept their heads in their hands, looking at the body in front of them, who had been cut directly in the waist by a knife.

Go to the mountain of death, the eagle will be like a crumbling dog.

Mr. Zhuo's robe was no longer snow-white, but scarlet, and the blood stains on his cheeks reflected the old man's pale expression.

and he was about to fall to the ground.

He didn't die.

The blade grazed his cheek, not killing him.

Mr. Zhuo stumbled and stepped back, and he sat down on the wooden chair.

Next to him was the man with the scar of the mountain of death who had his back to him.

On the opposite side is Pei Lingsu, who is drinking tea by himself.

Pei Lingsu had a long sword in her hand, she pressed the sword with one hand, put down the teacup with the other hand, and looked at the scarred man sitting calmly.

The scarred man's playful expression had frozen.

A thin line of blood on the neck.

The wind blew in front of the hall, and the whole body was like a collapsing marionette, which was broken and collapsed one by one.

A hall full of severed limbs.

......

......

Jing Ning looked at this scene in a daze, he couldn't extract it from the scene in front of him at all.

The boy's body stiffened, and little by little, he shifted his head to look at the perpetrator of all this...... The man who had restrained all his smiles and looked indifferent.

own father.

A helpless sigh came from the darkness.

"So...... He's not what you call a 'wreck' at all. ”

Ning Yi pressed the hilt of the fine snow sword with one hand, and slowly paced out, and he raised one

With one foot, stepping past a horizontal corpse, Shi Shiran stood in the light of the lobby, the dry astringent wind of the desert blew, and the bloody breath came to his face, and before he could enter his nose, he was scattered by a calm charm swept out of his sleeve robe.

Ning Yi looked at the man with a short stature.

"Twenty-five years ago, I walked out of the mountains of southern Xinjiang, killed one life star, three ghost cultivators in the Ten Realms, and seventeen ghost cultivators in the Later Realm, and slaughtered a small hill in southern Xinjiang. ”

"Liuli Mountain in the east once issued an invitation to give the 'Liuli Mountain robbery'...... This is the first time that Gandew's kindness has been rejected. ”

"If you obeyed Han Yue's will and returned to Liuli Mountain, you should now be in the eastern border, under one person and above ten thousand, instead of shrinking in a small inn and being a ruined shopkeeper who is disliked by his son every day. ”

He stood in front of Jing Yue and asked with a smile.

"Should I call you 'Moon Tribulation' or 'Moon Demon Lord'?"

Jing Ning's mind went blank.

Every word and word of Mr. Ning was carefully heard in his ears, but he couldn't transform it into a corresponding picture at all.

Because he couldn't associate his father's image with the "Moon Demon Lord" that Ning Yi said.

Jing Yue shook his head at Ning Yi's ridicule, and he thought about this sentence seriously.

Then Mu Ran replied: "I will not return to Liuli Mountain." ”

The Moon Demon Lord looked at Ning Yi and praised him very seriously: "You are very young. ”

Ning Yi smiled: "I'm Ning Yi." ”

This is a sentence that doesn't make much sense.

I'm so-and-so.

Generally speaking, most of the people who say this sentence want to accomplish a certain purpose.

A simple, straightforward purpose.

Convince the other person.

And the simple and crude method of self-reporting is ...... It needs to be built in the case of sufficient visibility.

For example, in the eastern border, the name of the Han Yue of Liulishan was reported.

Like the group of people who went to the Death Mountain, their method of reporting their home is very simple, reporting to the Death Mountain, and then reporting the Liuli Mountain behind them, this direct connection is effective because everyone knows Han Yue.

Ning Yi's words made the expressions of the few survivors in the inn change significantly.

Jing Ning looked back, his expression stunned, more than knowing that his father was the Demon Lord

Be serious.

The guests in the inn, after listening to these extremely simple words, felt in a trance, and didn't know if they were dreaming.

And Mr. Zhuo, who was sitting on the bench with a wet feeling between his legs, was snorting in his throat, looking at the young man in the black robe, his expression was as wonderful as being fed a piece of.

The spread of information in the East is not equal.

But one thing is undeniable.

That is Ning Yi's name, which definitely belongs to the kind of influence that everyone knows...... and the influence caused by "Ning Yi" is second only to Mr. Ganlu Han Yue in the Eastern Territory.

In the past few years, Liuli Mountain in the eastern realm, looking for Ning Yi is about to go crazy.

The entire Great Sui wanted to see Ning Yi.

The crown prince hopes that Ning Yi will return to the palace alive, and Shushan hopes that Ning Yi will appear in Xiaoshuang Mountain with fine snow, and every force is inextricably linked with Ning Yi...... And the eastern realm is looking forward to finding Ning Yi and then killing Ning Yi.

To live to see people, to die to see corpses.

The news of Ning Yi's slashing of Tianhai Tower has already spread vigorously in the north, while the desert in the east has obviously not been completely spread.

Because Jing Ning's expression was very strange, he looked at Ning Yi as if he was looking at a dead person.

So Ning Yi heard the last thing he wanted to hear.

Jing Ning subconsciously looked at him and muttered, "Mr. Ning, are you not dead yet?"

Ning Yi's cheeks twitched.

This sentence sounds familiar...... Many years ago, when he followed Xu Zang and walked in the west, the disciples of Shushan saw Xu Zang and greeted him like this.

Jing Yue's expression was a little strange, even if he was nested in this inn, it didn't mean that he didn't know anything about it for more than 20 years, on the contrary, the rivers and lakes who walked the desert, he had heard of the drastic changes mentioned between his words, and almost all of the major events in Dasui over the years had been recorded by him.

He knew Ning Yi.

Because...... He also knew Xu Zang.

"I'm curious, why did the person who was able to fight with my senior brother and get his approval fall to this point step by step?"

Ning Yi sat back, he sat next to Mr. Zhuo as a matter of course, stretched out a hand, and put it on Mr. Zhuo's shoulder very "friendly".

He looked at the short man and said seriously.

"Moon Demon Lord, Xu Zang mentioned you to me. ”