The fifth sword did this, it is the act of prestige, this is the boundless mountain of the Northern Xuanzong, even the ancestors of the four great cultivation countries, they do not dare to act presumptuous here, the reason why he asked for the position of the host of the canonization ceremony is naturally in front of the monks of the world, and the meaning of promoting his own name.

There are very few people who can look at each other with the fifth sword and their expressions remain unchanged, but the number of palms, among them, there are Chen Nan and Chu Tianzong Ancestor, and there are two people, who are also the cultivation of infant transformation, it can be said that the cultivation of these four people, compared with the fifth sword before the breakthrough, is not far behind, although the fifth sword broke through the realm into Hinayana and the realm is a cut above the four of them, but if you just want to make them bow their heads with a gaze, it is absolutely impossible.

It must be known that these four people are the ancestors of their respective cultivation realms, and even if they are invincible in cultivation, they must not give in lightly.

And in addition to the four people, the fifth calm gaze came from the thirty-sixth hanging mountain, the eyes of a black-clothed young man with an icy aura all over his body.

After the fifth knife slowly glanced at it, his gaze returned to indifference, and said: "Fellow Daoists, today, is the thousand-year-old grand event of a thousand sects in my Northern Xuanzong Continent, and at the same time, it is also the canonization ceremony of the seventh generation of saints of my Northern Xuanzong. ”

"However, before the ceremony, the rules of my Northern Xuanzong cannot be broken, and the fifth sword body is the host, so it is naturally my responsibility. The fifth knife turned around, and in the indifference of his gaze, a cold light swept by, even sharper than the knife.

"Jin Guo Han Yu, are you guilty?" The voice of the fifth knife was like a thunderbolt rising from the ground, and it reverberated violently.

The words of the fifth knife turned into a violent storm, which instantly swept the top of the boundless mountain, attracting more than 10,000 eyes, and followed the eyes of the fifth knife to the cold black-clothed youth.

Among these people, except for Wang Xian, the ancestor of the Guardian Dao Divine Sect, only Chen Nan knew some inside stories, and as for the others, their eyes were full of suspicion, and they all speculated about the blatant questioning of the fifth sword.

In a trance, Zhou Yi came back to his senses, his old face was unwavering, and even his eyes didn't seem to fluctuate in the slightest, only his hands were slowly clenched, his nails pierced his palms, and blood dripped down his fingers.

The scenery and people of this Northern Xuanzong are the same as they were back then!

Deep indignation, appeared in the hearts of the rest of the Xuanyang Gate, their eyes were like spitting fire, even Win Wutian, his expression was cold, the domineering of the Northern Xuanzong, although they had already known it, but this time it was really experienced.

In front of the monks of the world, he had to ask Han Yu, who was Xuanyangzi, this was not only domineering, but also a complete humiliation, and a humiliation above board.

"The Fifth Elder's words are wrong, what is Han Yu's crime?"

Everyone's eyes were under strong mental pressure, and they were afraid that they would panic under the fifth knife's questioning, but Han Yu's expression was as usual, and the momentum between his opening and cross-examination was not even under the fifth knife.

"Let me ask you, these thirty-six hanging mountains, only those who hold the blood pattern order of my Northern Xuanzong have the qualifications to climb it, you have no order, you dare to destroy the prohibition in my Northern Xuanzong, and step into the hanging mountain without permission, do you think that no one in my Northern Xuanzong can control you?"

Han Yu's eyes were cold, and with his mind, he had already figured out in an instant, the reason why there was no one in this thirty-sixth Hanging Mountain was precisely to give him a possibility to break the ban.

If he didn't make a move, he would have to choose to retreat to the stone cone and be willing to be with the Spirit Monk, so that the fifth sword would not have to go through much trouble.

If he makes a move, it will be equivalent to being convicted of breaking the ban on the top of Boundless Mountain.

Whether you shoot or not, you have fallen into the calculation of the fifth knife, and all of this has been doomed since the fifth knife gave a black token.

If there is a turnaround, only the fifth sword has not broken through, and it is still possible for the elders of the outer sects, because of the ancestors of the four great cultivation realms, the Northern Xuanzong will not let an infant cultivator come here to preside over the ceremony and the meeting of the thousand sects.

But it was precisely this person who broke into the realm at this time, and even took this opportunity to obtain the qualification to host.

There is no room for turning back on this matter!

Han Yu couldn't explain this, let alone want to explain it, this fifth sword may be trying to make a name for himself by virtue of his prestige, or it may just be revenge, but in any case, as a Xuanyang son, it is impossible for him to sit back and watch Xuanyangmen suffer such a great humiliation.

Back then, only Yuan Dan cultivated him, and he dared to die for the sect, and now, he still won't retreat!

"Since the Fifth Elder is the presiding officer of the Great Ceremony, and he is also the elder of the Northern Xuannei Sect, Han Yu wants to ask, Han Mou, as the head of the Xuanyang Sect and also an infant cultivator, cannot have a place in these thirty-six hanging mountains, could it be that the Fifth Elder wants to deliberately humiliate my Jin Kingdom?"

As soon as Han Yu said this, there was a sudden silence, even the four figures sitting on the futon also looked up at Han Yu at this moment, unlike the slight surprise of the other three, Ye Feng's eyes were full of interest, this Han Yu's temperament made her quite appreciative.

Back then, when she was still an infant, she was like Han Yu, who was stern and cold-eyed to a Chengjing, although she was very scruples in her heart, but the burning unyielding made her not retreat.

The fifth knife was silent for a while, and said with a smile instead of anger: "The Hanging Mountain is the treasure of my Northern Xuanzong, which is prepared for the thirty-six infant transformation cultivation true kingdoms, each of which needs to be sacrificed for more than ten years before it is completed, your Jin Kingdom has just had an infant transformation monk for only a few years, and the thirty-seven hanging mountains have not yet been sacrificed, and when it comes to the next meeting of a thousand sects, you will naturally be indispensable for the position of the Jin Kingdom, but this time, it is necessary to wronged the Han Sect Master." ”

Among the thousands of stone cones behind the hanging mountain, there are still a few uninhabited, but the position is relatively partial, and it is difficult to attract people's attention.

The smile of the fifth sword, I can't see anything wrong, but it makes many people feel a little good, this person is a realm monk, but he can explain gently, and his words are even more reasonable, there is no inappropriateness, but Han Yu gives people a sense of aggressiveness.

But those who knew about the Fifth Knife were shrouded in a chill in their hearts, this smile meant that the Fifth Sword had already moved to kill, if it wasn't for the scruples in front of the world's heroes, I was afraid that they would immediately kill Han Yu.

"This matter is not difficult, as long as you ask the three-foot sword in Han's hand!"

Han Yu's sleeve robe was slightly unfurled, and in an instant, Qing Feng was in his hand, and the sword chanted like a hidden dragon and tiger in the caress of the sword, and the battle intent was full of Shengyun.

The fifth knife's eyes narrowed slightly, the hands in the big sleeves were clenched, and the green tendons on the back of the hands were sudden, but only his face was not revealed, and before he could speak, a majestic aura suddenly rose to the sky, went straight to Han Yu, and instantly came to the hanging mountain, this person was the unruly young man who came with the fifth knife.

"Infantile mid-term. ”

Among the crowd, there were several people with solemn expressions and slight doubts, the cultivation of this unruly young man, these people clearly remembered that not long ago it was only the early stage of infant transformation, but thinking of the relationship between this person and the fifth knife, they couldn't help but feel relieved.

"If you ask for death, I will fulfill you fifth. ”

In the cold gaze of the rebellious youth, a touch of tyranny swept by, and his right hand pointed to the sky, and suddenly the wind surged, forming a whirlpool of hundreds of zhang in size, but in half a breath, a heavenly thunder spat out from the center of the whirlpool, turning into a huge thunder spear that crossed the sky, and slammed towards Han Yu.

Its momentum contains irresistible hegemony, just like the name of such a person, but also the artistic conception of its understanding!

The fifth tyrant did not deliberately cultivate thunder and lightning supernatural powers, and the reason why he was able to lead down the heavenly thunder was entirely due to his tyrant's artistic conception.

The thunderer already represents the hegemony of heaven and earth!

Han Yu's expression was as usual, and the void behind him suddenly had a faint ice glow flickering with colorful flowers, and in the haze, a thin branch twisted and spiraled into the sky, just in an instant, it was already towering to the sky.

It seems that thousands of years have passed in just a moment.

A crystal clear tree of ice rises like the newborn morning sun, rising up, in the biting cold, but with a strong vitality, as if it will never be annihilated in the years.

The tree is verdant, only the leaves on the branches, if you look closely, you will find that they are not ordinary leaves, but very thin ice leaves, on which are not without veins, but even more clearly visible.

This tree is the fusion of Han Yu's two artistic conceptions.

Han Yu's right hand was in the void, and the Tree of Ice turned into an emerald green streamer, colliding with the spear of thunder and lightning.

With a huge roar, lightning shot out between Han Yu and the Fifth Tyrant, and the void was almost shattered, here, if it weren't for the Boundless Mountain, there was a strong prohibition, making the void extremely difficult to break, and if it was replaced elsewhere, a huge void crack would inevitably form.

The two figures retreated quickly, and they could stand firm only after dozens of feet.

"You ......" The fifth tyrant's face was extremely ugly, and a deep fear flashed in his eyes, and his hands behind his back trembled a little.

Han Yu's face was slightly pale, but the battle intent in his eyes was even worse, and he could clearly perceive that although this person's cultivation was a cut above him, his artistic conception was inferior.

Since the birth of the artistic conception of life, the fusion with the artistic conception of cold has gradually produced a trace of abnormality, making his artistic conception far-reaching to a considerable height.

Wood, born between the ice, this is the meaning of survival in death, nothing more than that!

This is by no means a simple superposition, but a kind of general whole, if one day can be completely integrated, these two artistic conceptions can be combined into one, become a complete artistic conception of life and death, its power can directly catch up with Han Shi's artistic conception of reincarnation, even if you look at the entire Northern Xuanxing, you can also rank in the top three.

"Bold, in my Northern Xuanzong, how can you be presumptuous. ”

The fifth knife's long hair was windless and automatic, and there was a faint light condensation at the tip of his right finger, and between heaven and earth, suddenly there were countless sword intents and horizontals, instantly sweeping over endless distances and blending into the millilight in front of the fingertips.