"I want you to kneel down and kowtow three times. ”

The top of the glazed mountain.

The Great Day Waterfall washes away the pillars of the temple, and the treasure hall is crumbling and may collapse at any time.

The voice of the Old Ancestor of the West Sea struck in the hearts of everyone in the hall, and in the three calamities and four tribulations, the three great demons of the Star Monarch realm stood up directly, and their faces were extremely ugly.

It's humiliation.

Great humiliation.

Everyone, including Ning Yi, didn't expect that the first request made by the ancestor of the West Sea would be to kneel and kowtow.

Ning Yi looked at the feminine face of the white-shirted scholar not far away, and after Han Yue heard this, he was vaguely distracted...... The first person in the Eastern Realm standing on the platform of the Great Sui lowered his eyebrows, no one saw his fingertips sunk in the palm of his hand, and a self-deprecating smile flashed in the scholar's eyes.

Han Yue took a deep breath and did not look at the Old Ancestor of the West Sea, but looked at Ning Yi calmly, without the slightest emotion in his eyes.

He asked blankly: "Do you dare to kneel this way?"

The first person in the east, the mountain lord of Liuli Mountain, and the co-master of ghost cultivation in southern Xinjiang knelt.

Three disasters and four calamities, the expression is wooden.

Ning Yi stood with an oil-paper umbrella in both hands, the black evil aura in all directions was washed away by the Great Sun Waterfall, and the black robe was rippling in a circle, standing in front of Han Yue, he looked at him levelly, and said with a smile: "Please kneel." ”

A word of please, especially wonderful.

The three big devils in front of the hall closed their eyes and sighed in their hearts.

They don't want to see it.

"Open your eyes for me!"

The voice of the old ancestor of the West Sea sounded again, and the old man thrust his sword scabbard into the ground of the main hall, splashing the sound of a piece of gold and stone shattering.

The old sword immortal looked around and sneered: "Whoever dares to close his eyes, I will kill whoever he wants." ”

Han Yue's face was expressionless, and his voice was as light as fireworks, "Okay, Ning Yi, you are very bold, I appreciate you." ”

This false praise did not make Ning Yi afraid, the black-robed young man standing in front of the white-shirted scholar applauded, and two or three thin applause rang out in the hall, and Ning Yi watched Han Yue kneel down in front of him.

Han Yue didn't smile, looking at Ning Yi as if he was looking at a dead man.

There was no smile on his face.

Ning Yi smiled.

But Ning Yi looked at Han Yue's eyes without the slightest emotion.

Ning Yi looked at Han Yue as if he was looking at a dead man.

Han Yue pressed his palms on the broken ground of the main hall, his movements were extremely light and soft, and he kowtowed three times.

Shameful.

When the white-shirted scholar kowtowed to the last one, his hair was scattered, and his hanging hair covered his cheeks, so that outsiders couldn't see his expression clearly...... He closed his eyes and rested his forehead against the broken stone bricks, controlling his emotions from leaking.

These three kowtows are in everyone's eyes.

A chill has risen on the back of the three calamities and four tribulations.

The ghosts, the ghosts, and the kings all turned into a dead silence in this hall at this moment. The boiling image of the demons dancing wildly disappeared after the thin white-shirted scholar kowtowed three times, and the most feared thing about Mr. Manna was that Dao heart that would not give up until he reached his goal, acting by unscrupulous means, and he would be repaid, since he became famous, no one has ever humiliated him so much.

And the ancestor of the West Sea did this today.

This kneeling made a mortal enemy.

"The second request...... I want you to swear by your divine soul, before Ning Yi breaks through the Ten Realms, Liuli Mountain must not move the slightest killing intent against Ning Yi. Ye Lao Jianxian looked at Han Yue, the so-called first person in the Eastern Realm, in his eyes, was just a slightly larger ant, he wanted to pinch it to death, it was just a matter of clinging his palms, but the world is not free, and he ascended the palace today to eliminate a trouble, not to add a trouble.

Ning Yi felt the gentle gaze of the old sword immortal.

"I know you have murderous thoughts and hatred at the moment. The Old Ancestor of the West Sea paused and said calmly: "If one day, Ning Yi is in the same realm as you, I will give you a chance to fight to the death." ”

Han Yue, whose head was resting on the ground in the hall, silently listened to the words of the old sword immortal of the West Sea, and his whole body did not move, like a dead corpse.

"Swear by it. ”

The white-robed old man spoke lightly.

The thin white-shirted man kneeling on the main hall slowly supported the ground with his hands, straightened his spine, and erected his upper body.

Ning Yi was expressionless, staring at the other face that appeared in front of him.

Han Yue's expression seemed to be crying rather than crying, as if he was smiling rather than smiling, with an extremely strange and contradictory face, the face of this "man" was completely devoid of a trace of blood, like a miserable white snow paper, but his lips were red, shocking.

One face after another distorted and emerged on his face, and the facial features were like clouds immersed in smoke, conjuring up the lives of children, women and the elderly...... The spirit wandered above the main hall, and on the top of the glazed mountain where the sun hovered, everyone witnessed this scene.

This wisp of divine soul, I don't know how many faces it contains, Ning Yi saw the black-shirted woman he had met in Hongshan, the black boy, Han Yue and other big devils, every body hidden in the glass cup was involved with the divine soul, and at this moment he swore by the divine soul that these bodies were all involved in cause and effect.

A faint voice sounded in the hall.

"I ...... Han Yue...... Swear ...... Today"

"Before Shushan Ning Yi broke through the Ten Realms, Liuli Mountain must not move the slightest killing intent. The white shirt was blown by the wind, and countless faces overlapped each other, "he" stared at Ning Yi blankly.

Ning Yi's sideburns were flying, and he looked at each other calmly.

At this moment, it seemed that a woman was whispering in her ear, and all kinds of voices overlapped together, the old man, the child, crisp, hoarse, all exploded!

"If before Shushan Ning Yi broke through the Ten Realms, Liuli Mountain moved his killing thoughts and put it into action, then I, Han Yue, a thousand thunder recruits, and there will be no catastrophe!" All the faces were shattered, and the white-shirted man who had restored the scholar's original face raised his head, looked directly at the dome with a pair of dark pupils, and tore the white shirt on his chest with both hands.

"If you break the contract, you have such a body!"

The white-shirted scholar who was half-kneeling on the ground of the Liulishan Hall had a hideous face, and almost shouted the last sentence word by word.

His favorite "scholar" Dharma Body contains all kinds of great avenues, if he fights, he can fight with a great cultivator at the level of the Eastern Sacred Mountain Mountain Lord, even if he is sitting at the seat of the Three Calamities, he can't win this Dharma Body in a one-on-one match!

And such an indestructible Dharma body, from the inside out, let out a dull explosion!

Dressed in white, a bright red quickly oozed out.

The crackling sound exploded in his body, blood beads seeped out from the surface of Han Yue's skin, and the thin man in white shirt first puffed out his chest, and his entire pale cheeks became red, and then with a "bang", the white shirt exploded, and countless blood beads splashed away.

Peach Blossom looked at this scene in a daze, where the blood beads passed, the beams collapsed, and the entire Liulishan Hall began to collapse.

With the blood-clothed scholar who exploded, the young man who was only a stone's throw away, holding the umbrella handle upside down, at the moment of the explosion, the "Peng" opened the oil-paper umbrella and erected it in front of him, and the crackling muffled sound quickly calmed down.

Ning Yi slowly retracted the umbrella.

He watched as the viscous blood pooled on the surface of the umbrella and slowly slid down and dripped down.

Han Yue's scholarly body exploded.

This ghost cultivator is far more than a body, without this scholar, for him, it is actually just the loss of a wisp of soul, and there are still a lot of fresh flesh waiting for him to enjoy in the glass jar.

Sure enough, in the main hall, there was a hoarse voice that was difficult to distinguish between men and women.

"Mr. Ye, how is it?"

The old man of Xihai raised his head, his eyes staring at a wisp of ethereal divine thought, the three calamities and the four tribulations could not catch the origin of this wisp of sound at all, and he could see at a glance where Han Yue was now.

For Han Yue's oath, the old sword immortal is quite satisfied, this is indeed an oath with the effect of the divine soul, if it is breached, Han Yue's glass cup, many bodies, will suffer calamity.

He said softly, "Very good, the first two, you did it." ”

When the old man said this, his expression was blank, and he said: "The world, three religions and nine streams, there must be a way to exist, so the art of ghost cultivation, even if it is disgusting, I still remain neutral and have never made a move." But today, your ghost cultivation technique is about to be completed, and it won't be long before you can reach Nirvana, and after success, stand in the sunshine openly...... I don't want to see you, and I don't want to see the day you succeed. ”

The three calamities and four tribulations suddenly felt terrified, and his heart trembled, and he looked in the direction of the white-robed old man.

In the midst of the rumbling and trembling sound, the old sword fairy drew his sword out of its sheath with one hand.

"From now on, as long as you still practice the art of the ghost path, you are not allowed to step out of Liuli Mountain!"

The voice did not fall.

A grand sword light that pierced people's eyes came out like this.

The sword light penetrated the sky and slashed through the sky above Liuli Mountain.

This sword went up against the Great Sun Waterfall, forming a pillar of sword qi light visible to the naked eye.

The hoarse ghost crying wolf howl was drowned out by the sound of sword qi.

The sword qi in the sky washed by——

The main hall of Liulishan is shattered inch by inch.

The sound of sword qi flushing gradually fell silent.

After everything is settled.

On the glazed mountain, a mess, the hall turned into ruins, two huge flags, the banner and the flagpole, shattered into powder, still flying in the air, shrouded in the mountain after the big array was broken, the real bright like the glazed glow flowed on the top of the mountain, this is not the breath of the ghost cultivation of the devil, but the ultimate pure sword fairy sword magic artistic conception.

Everything that was visible to the naked eye was cut away by the sword just now.

The whole hill was flattened.

The old sword fairy wiped one hand on the sword body, and between his fingers, the wisps of glow flowed and converged, forming a substantial scabbard, wrapping the sword body inside.

Ning Yi stood beside the old man, stunned by the scene of everything in front of him.

"This sword is called 'child'. Ye Lao Sword Immortal smiled softly and said, "From today onwards, it will become an unsheathed sword, and when you become a master of cultivation in the future, remember to take your sword scabbard back with your own hands." ”

Ning Yi chewed on this sentence silently, looking up at the old man, the tip of his nose was sour for no reason.

"Go back. ”

The Old Ancestor of the West Sea patted the young man on the shoulder.

The boy nodded heavily.

An old man and a young man, two figures, stepped into the boxy portal where the sparks burned.

The empty space leaves a dead silence of the glazed mountain.

On the top of the glazed mountain, a narrow and simple scabbard is inserted in the layers of broken walls.

The sword power of the quaint scabbard penetrated hundreds of zhang and went straight to the ground.

At the bottom of the glazed mountain, an ancient coffin, an old corpse in the coffin, holding a Vajra Buddha bowl.

There was a faint wick burning inside the bowl, and the flames burned steadily.

The sword power penetrated into the coffin and would be against the wick.

Only the slightest light can be completed, and no more can be entered.