"The highest in the world, what is the highest?cultivation?" Song Mingyu asked with a frown.

"I don't know, I just know that this man still lives in the highest place in the world. Ye Mingke added.

"That shouldn't be the highest cultivation, of course, the highest cultivation has to rank our Penglai Island sword master, but our Penglai Island is above the East China Sea, and the terrain is low, and although the immortal mountain on the island is high, it is not the highest place in the world. Song Mingyu's chin was slightly raised, and his eyes were bright and authentic.

Speaking of Penglai Island, to which she belonged, her tone and demeanor unconsciously raised up, obviously proud of her sect.

"You are from Penglai Island, are you very powerful and famous?" Ye Mingke said curiously.

"Of course. Where the hell did you come from? I don't even know Penglai Immortal Island?"

Song Mingyu's eyes widened, and he looked at him with the same suspicion as a savage.

"Isn't that weird?" Ye Mingke, who felt that he was despised, touched his nose innocently.

"Today is the great world of cultivating immortals for all the people, and the villagers and fishermen by the sea know that our Penglai Immortal Island is the leader of the immortal road. Song Mingyu rolled his eyes and said.

"Maybe it's because I lived in a little bit of the middle of the road when I was a kid, and I really haven't heard of it. Ye Mingke smiled a little awkwardly.

Jian Jiu on the side slowly spoke to Ye Mingke at this time.

"The highest place in the world, there is a saying that there is Tianyu Mountain in the southern wilderness Hengduan Mountain Range, and another is that there is a small Sumeru at the end of the Western Buddha Land, which is the reflection of the Buddha Sumeru Mountain in the world, and it is the highest place in the mortal world. ”

"But those bald donkeys in Buddhism have always been self-contained, and rarely go out of Western Buddhist countries, so I am not sure whether the second statement is true or false. ”

"But ......"

He turned his head to look at Ye Mingke, his tone cautious.

"Tianyu Mountain is a forbidden land for the demon clan, and Xiao Sumeru is a pure land for Buddhism, and they are not places where mortals can set foot in. ”

"That's it...... Ye Mingke thought with his chin rubbing his right hand, "Then it's a bit troublesome." But it's so far away, so let's walk slowly. ”

"You're just a mortal, are you really going?" Jian Jiu said in a cold voice.

"Didn't you say I couldn't be mortal? Ye Mingke just smiled and said.

"You are truly special. Even if you may not be able to set foot on the Immortal Path, you don't need to despair completely, it is said that the ultimate martial arts can reach the pinnacle of the world, but the pure martial arts inheritance has been in decline for many years. ”

Perhaps seeing the firmness of Ye Mingke's laughter, Jian Jiu did not dissuade him again.

"I heard that the human emperor in ancient times ascended to the top from martial arts. Martial arts can't seek immortality, although the human emperor has peerless combat power, leading the human race to the position of the overlord of the Six Realms. But after 10,000 years, it turned into the mortal world, leaving only the imperial edict of the human emperor who now protects the mortal world. ”

Song Mingyu on the side talked about the human emperor who is still famous in the world, and her eyes were shining, but when she talked about martial arts, a somewhat boring look appeared on her face.

"But...... After all, martial arts are not such avenues as immortal paths. The inheritance has long been severed. ”

"If the martial arts can't seek immortality, can the immortal path be?"

Jian Jiu looked at the fog in front of him and said lightly.

There are obvious conflicts and contradictions between his and Song Mingyu's statements.

But Ye Mingke didn't have time to ask in detail, and Song Mingyu and Jian Jiu didn't say any more.

For the fog ahead was churning towards them, and behind the fog was a clear blue sky that they had not seen for many days.

After many lives and deaths, the light finally came to their fingertips.

Only those who have experienced a long period of darkness will know how precious sunlight is, they have never felt that they are so eager for sunlight, and the color of joy appears on the face of each of them.

"Huh"

The flying sword turned against the clouds and mist, directly facing the warm and bright sun in front of him.

The fog is over.

But Ye Mingke suddenly felt his heart pinched heavily the moment he got out of the fog.

"Boom"

His eyes suddenly went black, and there seemed to be a huge cracking sound in his head, and his brain roared, like a tearing sound in the sky at the moment when the town was completely swallowed up by the black tide.

He remembered the eye that night, the invisible and terrifying eye in the heavens, and now that eye seemed to be staring at him through something.

The blood in his whole body seemed to be frozen, and he was blown by the oncoming wind of the flying sword, and the whole person fell from the flying sword to the bottom.

At this time, he was still thousands of feet in the air, but fortunately, Jian Jiuyan on the side caught him quickly.

Ye Mingke's body shook for a while and then sat up straight as if he had woken up from his dream, the darkness in front of him flashed like a phantom, and the roar in his ears disappeared, everything just now seemed to be like an illusion.

He looked around a little blankly, the sky was clear, the sun was warm and warm, and there was darkness, cracks, and nameless staring into his eyes.

However, he always felt as if something was suddenly going on around him, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

But I can't say it.

He sat on his sword, his face a little frighteningly pale.

"What's wrong with you?" Jian Jiu asked, puzzled.

"It's fine. ”

Those feelings were too strange, and he had an ominous premonition in his heart, but Ye Mingke didn't know how to say it, and subconsciously, he didn't want to tell others about these strange feelings, so he just waved his hand.

"It's just that when I was in danger, my heartstrings relaxed, and I couldn't hold it anymore. ”

"You hold on a little longer, and you'll be on land soon. Jian Jiu said to Ye Mingke.

Then, he once again accelerated the speed of the flying sword, and Song Mingyu crossed the sky like two flying rainbows.

After the white mist, the blue sea and the blue sky, what greeted their pupils was finally no longer monotonous, but colorful land.

The mountains and towns approached their eyes together, and the smoke and the thick earth gave the people who were in turmoil a full sense of security, but Jian Jiu did not go deep into the mainland, but just chose a flat place by the sea and stopped the sword and fell.

Ye Mingke jumped down from the flying sword, the feeling that he felt very uncomfortable all around was still there, and he was a little dizzy and stumbled a few steps from just getting off the flying sword.

And Jian Jiu directly released Li Han and the others directly from the Qiankun bag, and pointed out several of their important acupoints like the wind, injecting spiritual power into them.

Soon, the few men who were not too seriously injured and had taken the elixir woke up, saw the white-clothed immortals who were rescuing them, and saw that they had already come out of the sea of mist to their familiar area.

Reborn, they couldn't help but bow down to the immortals with gratitude.

But Jian Jiu, who had just finished saving them, turned around indifferently and walked to Ye Mingke's side, as if those mortals who were grateful to him were just invisible air.

Ye Mingke was sitting on the ground tiredly, seeing Jian Jiu's attitude, and remembering the scene when they first met this group of white-clothed immortals, the kind face that had been towards Jian Jiu all the way became a little ugly.

"If you saved them, why didn't you even look at them with your eyes?" he raised his eyes to Jian Jiu and asked coldly.

"There is a difference between immortals and mortals. They are not in my eyes, just as people rarely care about ants. ”

Jian Jiu looked at Ye Mingke and said lightly.

"I saved them only because you had a covenant with them to protect their lives. ”

"And counting the law of you finding ghosts and saving me from Li Guifan, I probably owe you two lives, and saving them is considered to be one repayment. ”

"Hey. Ye Mingke was so angry by Jian Jiu's natural attitude that he didn't laugh angrily, "Your arithmetic is really bad, are you losing so many lives by counting only one?"

Jian Jiu ignored him, just looked down and thought to himself.

"I feel like I owe you a life, I never owe anyone, so ......"

Jian Jiu raised his head, Ye Mingke suddenly felt a flower in front of him, he reached out to catch it, and the touch of his hand was familiar and slightly cool.

"The sword is yours. ”

Jian Jiu didn't look at Ye Mingke anymore and turned around to leave.

Ye Mingke stared at the cold and simple long sword in his hand, the long sword called "Nine", he said the long sword of "My sword is my life".

For him, it was really a life.

Ye Mingke looked at the sword in his hand, shook his head, and laughed a little.

As far as Li Han and them are concerned, it is because Ye Mingke used his life to save those people, and Ye Mingke's life can be counted as a life for Jian Jiu, a life that can be equivalent to his own life.

And the sword, especially the sword with his name, was also a life for him.

For a swordsman, my sword is my life, but there are some things that are higher than my life, such as the responsibility that I have to carry, such as the grudge of persistence, such as ...... Friend.

"What an ego guy. ”

Ye Mingke looked at the sword in his hand, raised his head and saw that Jian Jiu was really leaving, and shouted loudly with a smile.

"Wait. ”

Jian Jiu stopped, his face was slightly tilted back, and a gust of wind came to his face, Jian Jiu reached out and caught it, it was the sword that the guy had been pestering and saying that he was destined for him, and the sword that he threw back.

"Why?" Jian Jiu asked, turning his head around.

"Hmm...... Because I have a sword. ”

Ye Mingke rolled his eyes, patted the wooden sword on his waist, and found a lame reason.

"I just don't want it. Your sword is not mine, and it doesn't cost me a life, so you can fool me. You'd better owe it first, maybe I'll be able to collect some interest later. ”

Ye Mingke changed the face of a profiteer, and said gloomily.

Jian Jiu, who had just given away the love sword that he regarded as his life, was silent, and then he raised his head to look at Ye Mingke.

"Okay, you live, don't die, I will give you back your life in the future. ”

"Ying Kui's situation is tighter and he is gone. ”

He put away his sword, turned around without any delay, and then walked away with Song Mingyu's sword.

"Eh, just leave, don't make an IOU, what will you do if you pay the bill in the future?" Ye Mingke looked at Jian Jiu, who slipped away with his sword, and shouted with a smile.

But Jian Jiu and Song Mingyu were already a hundred miles away in an instant, and Song Mingyu saw Jian Jiu, who was still sitting on the flying sword, take out a jade slip as if he was recording something, and asked curiously.

"Sword rack, what are you doing?"

"If you owe someone something, keep an account. By the way, I also sorted out some information about that ghost and went back to report it to the sect. ”

He didn't pay attention to the curious Song Mingyu, but continued to record it on the jade slip.

After dealing with the ghost for so many days, he has actually learned a lot about this ghost, and even Ye Mingke has deduced a formula that can predict the change in the ghost's strength.

But one aspect of the ghost has never found a way to quantify, and even the variables that affect it are still in the stage of speculation.

"Is the IQ of a ghost related to the number of people killed by a ghost?" Jian Jiu looked at the jade slip in front of him and muttered to himself.

A heavy rain descended on the misty sea, enveloping several small islands, and on one of the small islands, Li Guifan was still lying on his back silently on the ground, letting the heavy rain hit his body, splashing cold water.

An illusory figure glowing with a faint thunder light slowly sat down beside him humming a small tune, and stretched out a hand that spread countless tiny currents in the heavy rain and stroked his face.

The electric light flowed through Li Guifan's whole body, and the tail finger of his right hand moved silently, this person who had been silent like a corpse......