I'm afraid of myself

A huge astonishment welled up in my heart, and it was the first time that the waiter felt so helpless.

"Your Majesty!"

Xie Yanlai realized that he had lost his composure through the waiter's expression, and the emotion of disdain flashed across his heart, but in a blink of an eye, the experience of thousands of years was not false, and in a blink of an eye, the lofty dignity had already turned his expression into an impermanent, unpredictable, unfathomable.

Seeing this, the waiter fluctuated in his heart for a moment of peace of mind. This is the Lord of the Blood Realm, the head of the strong man who bowed his head full of submission, and said to the unique emperor loyalty: "... this subordinate... understands."

Xie Yan didn't come to investigate what he understood, his long and narrow phoenix eyes were lowered, and he seemed to have entered another world.Seeing this, the waiter quietly retreated from the room and closed the door tightly.In the luxurious and elegant hall, there is only Emperor Yu alone.

After the waiter withdrew, he immediately straightened his bent waist and issued orders to his subordinates.

"Keep an eye on that little fairy named He Jinyang!"

It was not unusual for him to say this at all, but he never expected that the insignificant "Lezi" would come back from Wuyi Mountain and be appointed as the king.He Jinyang's interest, which he didn't pay attention to at the beginning, has become an existence that can make him feel threatened.

Mount Wuyi in Kyushu.

The news from Zhong Mingtang was extremely fast. Basically, the three of them lived here for a short time before a new message was delivered to them.

Feng Chuixi flipped his fan, glanced twice, and then looked at the other two leisurely people.

Lord Leng Bai who speaks to the sword, and He Jinyang who sits quietly under a tree and is out of his mind.

The only reliable person slapped his head and said discouragedly, "Let's go, we're here."

The next moment, the two master swordsmen looked at each other, similar white clothes, with unusual strength of character, stepped out of the wind and clouds, and the wind that was left behind wiped his face expressionlessly.

Damn, let me show tacit understanding!

How did these two become so close all of a sudden?

Hey, am I being pushed out?

Filled with disbelief, Feng Chuixi quickly chased after him.

"Hey, tell me the truth, are you two tricky!!! Hey!!!"

No matter how much he yelled, the two people in front did not look back. That feeling made the wind blow like a choke in their throats. Just as he was on the verge of erupting, He Jinyang stopped without warning.

The handsome brows are full of sassy wind, and the quiet eyes imply the sword light and the wind. Ling Chengfeng is a wind that spans the past and present, and He Jinyang is the same, but it does not mean that the wind blows west.

Those who are also in the wind should have cherished each other...

Looking back, the handsome face was unsmiling and cold, not friendly enough but the effect was unusually good at this time, at least the dissatisfied Feng Chuixi calmed down honestly.

The wind blows west and said: "That..."

He Jinyang: "What is our purpose?"

Feng Chuixi was taken aback, "Huh?"

His voice is like ice surface wrinkled by water and wind, it is cold and tough, and his tone of voice reveals a sense of solemnity and majesty.However, when facing a friend, the voice was pleasant, but it didn't have the effect of making Moxiu's liver and gallbladder tear apart.

He Jinyang: "Penglai Mountains and Seas, what is the difference between the Dragon Clan Dongzhu and my fairy artifact?"

Feng Chuixi inevitably followed his words to think about it. Originally, what they wanted to prove at the beginning was this point, but no one expected to be involved in the struggle between the local monsters and monsters after arriving in the Southern Region. Not to mention that it also involved the Jiuli royal family and the Jiuli battle flag.

Even now, recalling the reasons for their original trip, even if the wind blows west, it will inevitably produce a sense of illusion that things are right and wrong.

Not for anything else, just saying that this purpose and the big scene caused by the "follow-up" is really insignificant, and it is inevitable that he will forget it, because compared with the war between the two races of the monsters and the war between the Southern Region and the Central Province, the observation of the fairy The pure intention of the difference between artifacts and fairy artifacts is too light, and the importance of the two is so obvious that there is no need to compare them.

But what does He Jinyang mean by bringing this matter up at this time?

He Jinyang, who was blown by the wind and cast doubtful eyes, said calmly: "Immortal artifacts have no spirit."

Feng Chuixi frowned: "What do you mean?"

He Jinyang frowned helplessly, and simply stated the problems he discovered openly.

"My immortal weapon... has no spirit other than Jie Zhan."

This is also a question he only determined after watching Dragon Ball. Although the fairy weapon is a fairy weapon, it is incomplete.

Feng Chuixi opened his blue eyes wide, took several deep breaths, "You really have to pick this time to say?"

Must scare me?

Shaking his head, He Jinyang affirmed, "It's just to prepare you mentally."

Just as he was saying this, Mr. Leng Bai, who was silent beside him, was already looking forward vigilantly, and a stunning figure slowly approached above the endless water shadow cast by the blue waves of the boundless water.

The moment that person appeared, He Jinyang revealed the truth he had sensed.

"Wuyi Mountain in Kyushu, I found signs of a large number of demon cultivators lurking, and this trip will never be good."

The real explosive content is here.

He Jinyang, who was possessed by Ling Chengfeng, who was completely expelled from the demons, was absolutely qualified to say this. The Immortal Venerable God and the Demon Cultivator were absolutely sworn enemies, at the level where one could find traces of the Demon Cultivator eight hundred miles away.

The cultivation base of the soul, which is difficult to describe in words, coupled with the innate attribute of Chifeng Linggen, and the instinct bonus of innate hostility between immortal and demon cultivators, can make the weakened version of He Jinyang realize that there are countless demon cultivators hidden in Wuyi Mountain The fact is not difficult.

But it's a secret to everyone else.

Ji Wuxia stepped out on the blue waves, rolling black fur, drooping black hair, and crisp jewel jewelry. The moment he appeared, the fragrance of snowy plums spread, as if petals fell under his feet, extremely innocent His dark complexion set off his charming purple eyes, and a smile that seemed to be a smile that was not a smile showed his arrogance and arrogance.

Emperor Mei Xue reappeared in front of people without any warning, but it was not the footsteps of bringing a big battle. He looked at He Jinyang contemptuously and comfortably, raised his hand, and did not say the reason, only joking.

"Boy, how do you know that Wuyi Mountain is no longer that Wuyi Mountain? It has always been a big secret that this place has become the headquarters of the Demon Buddha."

He Jinyang's gaze slipped away from Feng Chuixi, and landed on Ji Wuxia, who seemed to be pleading guilty, without fear of his identity, he said indifferently and contemptuously, "It's just a demon."

If it is a demon, it will be killed.

But it is nothing more than a demon.

He didn't pay attention to the hostility between the Mo Buddha and the Moxiu who had been fighting for thousands of years, and rudely classified them into one category, treating them equally as ants under the sword. All these characters could not help but praise.

"Okay." After Ji Wuxia finished speaking, his eyes rolled, and his tone was icy cold in an instant, "But do you know that there are [-] demons and Buddhas here, and if you want to eliminate demons and defend the way with your own strength, you are no less than a mayfly shaking a tree. Not worth mentioning?"

He Jinyang's indifferent eyes glanced at the great thousand mountains and rivers, seeing through the precipitous situation in Wuyi Mountain from the green waves growing beside the green mountains.

Above the beautiful mountains, rivers and beautiful scenery, there are three people descending lightly, with white clothes and black hair, and they have the appearance of immortals.

As the wind blows to the west, Leng Baijun and He Jinyang stepped on the water and confronted Ji Wuxia out of thin air.

Feng Chuixi said as if he was talking to himself: "Why did Emperor Mei Xue come here?"

Unexpectedly, Ji Wuxia was not obsessed with He Jinyang, and he was quite good-tempered when he heard Feng Fengxixi's question.

"Just walk around."

"..."

This is true, everyone knows that Ji Wuxia is a devil emperor who likes to wander around.

Feng Chuixi was choked for a moment, looking melancholy at the silent He Jinyang in front of him.

Wuyi Mountain in Kyushu has always been a Buddhist cultivating the world. Although it is rare for Buddhist cultivators to eliminate the disappearance of immortal traces, even Foshan has been occupied by demonic Buddhas and has become a stronghold of demonic Buddhas. It is really shocking. Why has there been no news for so many years?Wuyi Mountain is still a fairyland!

Ji Wuxia seemed to know what Feng Fengxi was thinking, and commented lightly: "If you follow, you can come out and make a big publicity, but if you don't... it's just another unlucky guy who failed to explore the fairy trail. This trick has long been played by the magician." For the rest, the demons and buddhas have been able to fool you for so many years just by taking them out and applying them, and the immortal cultivators have really fallen."

Feng Chuixi was choked up by this neither salty nor light tone, but he couldn't explain anything, so he couldn't help turning his eyes for help to He Jinyang who was watching coldly.

Having seen him fight so many times, he has full confidence in him!

However, the possessed Divine Wind Immortal Venerable has never moved his hands and mouths this time, and He Jinyang is trying his best to suppress Ling Chengfeng's hatred of the demon cultivator at this time, trying not to start a war with Ji Wuxia at this time, so the eyes of the wind blowing to the west can only To wink at the blind.

Feng Chuixi who didn't get a response: "..."

The baby is heartbroken!

He Jinyang said coldly: "Ji Wuxia, please explain your purpose."

Ji Wuxia hilariously raised her hand to cover her lips, her pupils like plum blossom petals curled into crescent-like fine lines, but the heart of her pupils radiated a tentative cold light.

"He Xianren is a straightforward person, so I will make it clear that I want these [-] demon Buddhas to sacrifice the mountain with blood."

The wind blows to the west, gasping for air-conditioning, I can't even take care of my belly, I feel the coolness of my internal organs.

Well, what a big tone!

After he hurriedly gave He Jinyang a warning with his eyes, He Jinyang had already raised the corners of his mouth and smiled happily, and for a moment he didn't even care that the person in front of him was also a demon cultivator.

Jie cuts thirsty blood, rides the wind to cut demons.

How could He Jinyang, who was in kamikaze state, refuse such a good thing?

Don't ask the cause, don't ask the benefit.

For the Divine Wind Immortal Venerable, he will be killed when encountering a demon, without any reason.

He Jinyang's character was inevitably infected by this pure and extreme belief, and a similar hatred was born in his heart.

The uncontrollable corners of the mouth curved Ji Wuxia into a beautiful arc, the noble and Ling Ran's temperament combined into a piercing sword, the heroic man made Ji Wuxia's eyes shine, and at the same time, his face was extremely handsome He Jinyang laughed out of the lake and sky.

"As long as you want, I dare not ask for your ears."

The tone of voice is deep and affectionate, even if you have no illusions, you will be seduced by it.However, the glaciers hidden under the clear waves are piercing, cold and murderous, which is another kind of state, the tenderness that melts into death.

The author has something to say: Ji Wuxia: I want these [-] Demonic Buddhas to sacrifice their blood to the mountain.

He Jinyang: Wait, don't talk, (turning head suddenly) No one misunderstood, right?No one will misunderstand it!Surely no one will misunderstand it!

Me: guess what?