"Someone has already gone in?" Seinfeld's heart moved, and he asked again, "So is anyone else coming out?"

"No, none of the thirty-three who went in came out, unless there was another passage. "One truth.

"Let's go, take me around. Seinfeld said. Then the two of them flew into the sky, and after a short time of flying, they saw a huge black and arrogant mountain rising high, which stood out among the many mountains, like an emperor surrounded by the mountains, enjoying the service of its subjects.

The little monk pointed to the arrogant black giant mountain and said, "The entrance to the secret realm is on the top of that mountain. ”

"Someone. Seinfeld grabbed the monk who was about to continue flying, his eyes were slightly condensed, and his gaze shot like lightning to the cliff on the mountainside of Montenegro, where a black figure was sitting cross-legged, his waist-length hair casually pinned behind his head by a dim yellow vine, and he couldn't see his face clearly.

An ordinary samurai in a strong suit, with a sword like steel thrown at random beside him.

Seinfeld and Yizhen stood in the air, looking at the black shadow solemnly, Seinfeld suddenly said, "What a lonely back." Why do you feel like this, little monk, you Buddhists pay attention to people's hearts, what's wrong with this person?"

"Amitabha. The monk Yizhen gave a Buddha name and said with a serious face, "If the little monk guesses well, this benefactor should be hurt by love, so that he understands the way of ruthlessness." ”

"The ruthless way? And this way? It seems that the so-called avenue is three thousand, and three thousand is just an imaginary number. Seinfeld sighed.

"Amitabha, my Buddhism also has three thousand worlds, the so-called three thousand, can only be understood, not spoken, just in line with the three thousand of Taoist friends. "One truth.

"Well, it's normal to be compatible, Buddha is the Tao. Seinfeld replied casually.

"The donor is really imaginative. Yizhen's face was a little embarrassed, after all, the little monk had not fully cultivated to the highest and deepest realm, and Buddhism was originally the most sacred in his heart, and the Buddha that was spit out casually by Seinfeld was the Tao, and his worldview was almost broken.

"You kid has some eyesight, and you can see that I've practiced ruthlessness. The man in black next to the cliff suddenly stood up, turned around, and said to Seinfeld.

His sword was thrown aside by him casually, not to mention the ordinary black power suit on his body, which he wore more casually, but his lazy outfit made him seem even more eclectic and alone.

His facial features are very sunny, his facial features are handsome but the lines are soft, giving people a feeling of intimacy, if it weren't for the lonely and excessive temperament on his body, it is hard to imagine that this big boy next door, a chic and uninhibited man, would be a monk who was hurt by love and practiced the way of ruthlessness.

"Ruthless, is it dangerous?" Seinfeld quietly asked Monk Ichizhen that he must not judge a person by his appearance, which almost became Seinfeld's instinctive reaction.

Seinfeld's voice was very low, but it was caught by the man in black, and said with a smile: "Breaking off love, breaking off the love between men and women, and constantly breaking filial piety, breaking benevolence, and breaking righteousness." ”

At the same time, Seinfeld also got a positive answer from Yizhen, who said: "The way of ruthlessness is not the way of ruthlessness." Ruthlessness is wounded, and ruthlessness is the extinction of the self**. If it is really as the donor said, if the donor is hurt by love, then it will be ruthless, but it is just a matter of breaking love. ”

Seinfeld nodded silently and continued: "Then how do we know that he was not injured by his parents, brothers, comrades, and women at the same time?

The corners of the young man's mouth twitched slightly, he took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and said in a deep voice: "Fellow Daoist, is this a curse on me? Heaven has mercy, and I am not so unlucky below." ”

"Hahaha, just kidding, kidding. Seinfeld changed his face faster than flipping through a book, and hurriedly changed to a smiling face and said, "One of the many affiliated sects of the Huazong in the next month is called Yue Tianyu, and this little monk is called Yizhen, I don't know what to call Daoist friends. ”

"In the next relationship. The young man in black replied lightly.

"Oh, your sword is good, you seem to dislike it, you might as well give him to me. Seinfeld was so thick-skinned that he was very serious when he said this.

As soon as he grabbed his left hand, the long sword on the ground flew into his hand, and he said indifferently with an expressionless face: "This sword is named Mo Ran, and it is a brother who has followed him for many years. ”

Seinfeld said to Monk Yizhen: "Look, even his own brother has been so messed with by him, I will say that he may have broken off brotherhood and parental love." ”

Monk Yizhen was embarrassed and didn't know how to answer, so he smiled dryly: "This benefactor is chic and uninhibited, this is his form, Master Yue, you are too careful." ”

Seinfeld frowned and said, "Is that really the case? ”

"You also want to enter the Demon Realm?" asked suddenly.

Seinfeld's heart moved, it seemed that he had guessed correctly, this one was also going to the secret realm. This little monk is really unreliable, and he keeps saying that no one else knows about the Demon Realm, and this has just been gone for a month, as if everyone in the world knows about it.

Before Seinfeld could ask, Yizhen took the lead in asking: "The little monk's master found out about this demon realm that had never been touched by anyone by chance, I don't know how the donor found out?"

"Nothing else, I faintly feel that something is calling me to, such a strong call, it should be a heavy treasure to choose the master, and this place happens to be polluted by demonic energy, there is no heavy treasure to choose the master, it will only be in the secret realm, so I call this secret realm the magic realm. "Sentiment asserts.

Seinfeld wondered, "Heavy treasure will summon people?"

"Chongbao chooses the master, and will use his heart to summon his satisfactory master, this is the common sense of cultivation, don't you know?" looked at Seinfeld with the same eyes as if he were looking at aliens.

Well, it seems that I am really lonely. However, Seinfeld faintly felt a little wrong in his heart, if it was said that the heavy treasure chose the master, then it must be enough to choose one person, how could there be thirty-three people in front of him who would enter.

"Demon Realm, that's a good name. Between the three of them talking, an old voice suddenly came from above their heads, but they saw an old man in black stepping on a magic weapon as round as the lid of a pot, followed by a black iron man on the left side, and behind him, followed by a dozen or so friends, these friends don't look very old, all of them are highly cultivated, all of them are in the foundation building period, and there are no monks in the Jindan realm.

With the appearance of this old man, Seinfeld suddenly felt a great increase in pressure, this kind of invisible huge pressure could not be a master of the Jindan period at all, then it was obvious that the old man in front of him was a strong man in the spiritual realm.

In addition to the old man, the black puppet next to him, glowing with a dark cold light, faintly emitted a feeling of being more dangerous and violent than the old man, and Song Fei's scalp was a little numb.

Damn, how can you follow a puppet, and he is no less than a strong person in the spiritual realm, what kind of sect is this so perverted. In addition to this old man, his friends also each brought a puppet, a slightly stronger foundation building monk, and even brought a puppet of the Jindan period.

Seeing that the old man's cultivation was not a match for himself and the little monk, Song Fei immediately planned to pull up the banner and said to the old man: "In the next month, the people of the affiliated sect of the Huazong do not know who your Excellency is?"

This place is next to Yuehuazong, and pulling out the name of Yuehuazong will definitely make the old man dare not make him hack at will.

Sure enough, after hearing Song Fei's self-report, the tyrannical aura on his face decreased slightly, and he nodded proudly: "The old man is a subordinate sect of the Yuehua Sect, a member of the puppet sect, if your parents are here, you will definitely know the name of our Sikongda." ”

"It turns out that you are always a commonplace senior, and you have long heard of the prestige of your predecessors, and you are disrespectful and disrespectful. Seinfeld laughed.

"Well, if you are more interesting, the old man will not embarrass you. Sikongda said proudly.

At this moment, Qing Jue glanced at Seinfeld contemptuously, sneered, and turned to leave.

"Boy, what kind of sect are you, dare to be so rude!" Sikong Da turned around disdainfully, this behavior was like a slap in the face, and he was immediately furious.

He turned around and suddenly sneered and said, "I am not a member of the Yuehua Sect's forces, and now I have no sect or faction, how are you going to do it?"

"In that case, the old man will teach you a good family lesson for your parents. Sikong Da said angrily, and then grabbed the void with his big hand, and burst out with a yellow streamer, like a black line, directly grabbing the love break on the edge of the cliff.

With a sound of "poof", the silent sword was suddenly unsheathed, and the seemingly ordinary sword suddenly stabbed at the old man's streamer, and then the sword light was twisted, and the complicated streamer was suddenly strangled.

This young man's sword easily broke through the attack of the spiritual realm powerhouse Sikong Da, and Seinfeld was very shocked to see it, this seemingly ordinary young man's strength was not inferior to that of the spiritual realm.

Then what was even more shocked was Sikong Da, he pointed to the silent sword of love, and said intermittently: "Ruthless sword technique, silent sword, you are love." ”

"It's me. Qing Duan still stood indifferently between the cliffs, the long hair and clothes behind him were blown by the long wind, looking more chic and uninhibited, and the handsome and sunny face said indifferently, "How are you doing?"

"Since you are in love, for the sake of the treasures in the demon realm, the old man endured this breath. Sikong Da said in a deep voice, "If you enter the Demon Realm, you will rely on your ability to win the treasure." ”

"Naturally. "Said lightly. "Hmph, just you, are you still talking about taking treasures?" At this moment, a very nice female voice came from a distance, but the tone of this voice made people reduce the image of the owner of this voice by more than ten notches in a row. In the sky, a red figure appeared in everyone's sight, Song Fei sighed in his heart, it was really a narrow road, and the person who came turned out to be Murong Xue, her extreme spirit weapon Senluo umbrella is still lying in her storage ring, I don't know if she will find it.