I'm afraid of myself

This time, the unsheathed Jie Zhan was like the wind in the underworld, reflecting their frightened eyes, and wiped out all the demons.

Putting his sword back into its sheath, He Jinyang made no secret of his disappointment.

The wind is blowing and the folding fan is approaching.

"Good job, but why not happy?"

He looked at the many corpses that had fallen to the ground, opened and closed the folding fan, and there was a burst of thunder in the sky, just waiting for them to leave, the corpses would be wiped out.

He Jinyang shook his head, did not speak bluntly, but said: "Let's go."

It seems that while gradually merging into this world, he also began to understand the difference between the fairy and the devil.

This made him more and more aware that even if he had the chance to return to his own world, it was impossible for him to remain the same as before.

Traveling separated him from the past from the very beginning, even if he turned back, it would be an endless moat, but this is not something that can be discussed with others.

The wind blows the west and doesn't pursue it wisely, and happily follows him stepping on the wind to leave. When they get a certain distance, the nine-fold thunder from the sky hits the ground where they were just now.

He Jinyang looked behind him, and there was an exaggerated sound of wind blowing from the side.

"Oh, I was struck by lightning for doing something bad, right, my friend?"

He Jinyang made a decisive decision to speed up his departure, and he could still hear the sound of the wind blowing westward in the distance.

"Oh, friend, why are you flying so fast, give me a chance to breathe, friend, I say friend..."

The extreme south of the Xianjue Conference is a forbidden area that no one will violate, and the day when the word "forbidden" appeared was the day when the Lord of the Blood Heaven Realm participated in the Xianjue Conference.

Seriously, it was thousands of years ago, but since that time, the extreme south of the island has had an owner.

Every year at the Xianjue Conference, Xie Yan, who has become one of the top ten devil emperors, comes or doesn't come, but no matter whether he comes or not, that land belongs to him alone, no matter how lively other places are.

But this year, the long-lost reappearance of the Devil Emperor, who had stopped watching the Xianjue Conference for hundreds of years, made both the Devil and the Righteous feel nervous.

For nothing else, this long lifespan and strength that no one knows until now are all reminders, and I am afraid that this moody emperor will kill in a blink of an eye, and then turn the Xianjue Conference into a bloody mess. lake.

Don't doubt, Xie Yanlai was disturbed a few times when the monks made too much noise, and this devil emperor directly ruined the Xianjue Conference that year.The sweet and greasy blood soup, after a hundred years, the blood on the island will be gone.

In the eyes of countless monks, the word "devil emperor" has never represented any kind words.With monstrous authority, boundless strength, and moody personality, this is the power that can make the entire evil way surrender, and it is also a strong enemy of the righteous way.

The blood in the extreme south of the island is shining brightly, like a thin layer of glazed transparent barrier guarding the land,

The majestic palaces and pavilions are embedded in the mountain, forming a semi-fused state with the mountain rocks by unknown techniques.Looking from a distance, one can see the luxurious golden palaces volleying close to the back of the mountain, and the corridors and pavilions stand quietly, slanting in line with the sky.

At this time, dusk was approaching, and the late birds flew over the transparent blood-colored light wall to return to their nests on the mountain, shaking their wings, and getting close to their wives and children in the nests.

This was an extremely common scene, but what is worth noting is that the place where the lair was built was the garden where the Devil Emperor often lived when he was resting.

The hundreds of years old tree has a heavy crown, even if there are a few broods of birds living there, it is normal. But today, the devil emperor Youyou woke up from a deep sleep, glanced at the direction of the sound, propped his forehead, and felt The chest wound was aching.

If a Yuanshen power of his level could fly away ten thousand years ago, the blood-red sky pillar extending from the blood sky realm would have already merged with his body, forming a ladder leading directly to the devil world. it's here.

Just a few thousand years ago, the gate of the fairy world was inexplicably closed, and the subsequent demon world was also affected. The lower three realms where the ascension was stationed were pushed away from the realm of cultivation for unknown reasons. If there is no great opportunity for demon cultivators, it is difficult to cross the two realms. The distance, so even if the cultivation base is sufficient, it can only stay forever.

Xie Yanlai didn't want to admit it, but he didn't succeed in ascension at this unlucky time, but that's fine, he was even more unlucky to attract a hundred thousand lightning calamities, which chopped him into serious injuries!

Serious injuries are fine, Tiandao has always been merciless to demon cultivators, but what's worse is that the primordial spirit level masters who have not ascended will receive heavenly punishment and thunder every thousand years according to their cultivation base.

This is a way for the world to reject overly strong characters and prevent them from destroying the balance of this world.

Originally, Xie Yanlai could understand, after all, there is no one who does not want to fly when it comes to ascension, and it is normal for those who do not want to fly to be punished, but he is not!

Once in a thousand years, since the failure of ascension, he has experienced six times of heaven's punishment and thunder strike.

Every time the Thunder Tribulation would appear because his strength far surpassed that of the previous one, and up to now, his Thunder Tribulation has been able to easily turn the cultivators at the Casting Stage into ashes, and the cultivators at the Pillar Stage have been seriously injured.

Thanks to this, the extraordinary and terrifying divine punishment in the last millennium made him suffer from repeated injuries, and he couldn't find a chance to cultivate.

Seeing that the millennium catastrophe was coming, Xie Yanlai sighed deeply, the heavy imperial clothes wrapped his body, and there was no trace of sadness on his beautiful face, always revealing a casual self-confidence, but only he knew that this back to...

hanging.

If you are not careful, you may really turn into ashes and lose your soul.

His eyes wandered aimlessly, and he accidentally swayed to the nest of birds again, his eyes were deep and far away, and the chirping appearance of the young birds fell into his eyes, causing him to give a little gasp.

Xie Yanlai looked away, thinking quietly.

Maybe there is a way.

As soon as he finished thinking, the attendant in the hall had already come outside the door to report that there was news about the person who suddenly appeared in the Immortal Awakening Conference.

Xie Yanlai thought about it, let me see who this man named He Jinyang is.

"Come in."

The waiter moved forward, bowing his head, showing respect.

The figure behind the nine-fold bead curtain is not tall and strong, but there are many people whose pressure does not show in the form of appearance.

Like Xie Yanlai, his cultivation and status are the supreme authority in the world.

He lowered his eyes lightly, and what was brewing might be a storm that swept across the entire cultivation world.

The waiter knew this very well, so he honestly reported what he had found.

"It is said that……"

Xie Yanlai listened quietly, letting the words about He Jinyang be integrated into her plan.

Of the three returning to Takizawa County, one fell into a deep sleep, and the other two were looking for a good spot to watch the sunset at dusk. They made a mistake, and only Feng Fuxi enjoyed it.

He Jinyang had no expression on his face, and the people around him seemed to have never heard of it. He talked a lot, so much that it was almost dark, but he seemed more energetic.

"Don't you feel tired?"

Although he is not a taciturn person, compared to Feng Chuixi, his usual amount of talking is definitely inferior.

Feng Chuxi wiped his mouth, and smiled as if there was nothing in the world that could bother him.

"People are in good spirits on happy occasions, my friend, can you feel my enthusiasm for you now?"

He Jinyang looked at him speechlessly, and finally turned his gaze to Leng Baijun, who was sleeping on his shoulders in the dark, in his smiling eyes.

"Is he all right?"

After going through an ambush and being able to sleep so soundly, this is not drunk but a coma, right?

It is customary for Feng Chuixi to shake his shoulders and stabilize the person who is about to slide down.

"Don't look at him like this. In fact, he has a very good spiritual root. He is sensitive to the aura of pine wine, so he falls asleep very quickly. The benefits he gets after waking up must be higher than when we are awake. Of course, the reason why he can't drink is not ruled out. "

He Jinyang: "..."

It's really small, the first sentence explains, and the latter sentence demolishes the stage.

Feng Chuixi didn't seem to be bothered to continue carrying Mr. Leng Bai, patting the man's peaceful sleeping face.

"Hey, hey, Mr. Leng Bai, get up, get up, it's dark, it's not dawn!"

After taking several shots in succession, Mr. Leng Bai opened his eyes with difficulty. The hazy water color blocked his originally cold and righteous gaze.

He Jinyang was taken aback for a moment, subconsciously avoiding his sight.

Not for anything else, Mr. Leng Bai with this appearance is really beautiful and delicious.

Feng Chuixi pinched his face impatiently.

"Get up!"

"What are you doing, wind blowing west!"

It might really hurt this time, Mr. Leng Bai woke up immediately and found that he retreated immediately in whatever posture, as if he couldn't avoid it.

Feeling the lightness on his shoulders, Feng Shixi moved his arms, bared his teeth and said, "Is this the attitude that has been pressing me for so long?"

Mr. Leng Bai was taken aback for a moment, froze for a moment, and his expression turned pale.

"I..." refers to himself, "...presses you?" refers to the wind blowing west.

Feng Chuixi nodded solemnly, and my shoulders are still sore from the pressure.

Leng Baijun's face was ashen.

Seeing this, He Jinyang raised his hand and said, "Is there a misunderstanding between you two?"

Feng Fuxi: "Is there a misunderstanding?"

Leng Baijun: "Is there a misunderstanding?"

He Jinyang was silent for a while when he saw the rhetorical questions of the two people who had similar sentence patterns but obviously different meanings.

After all, Feng Chuixi had a delicate mind, and he understood the reason for Leng Baijun's panic as soon as he rolled his eyes.

"Mr. Leng Bai, you are so filthy!" He grieved.

Leng Baijun opened his mouth, almost petrified into ashes in embarrassment.

Through this conversation, He Jinyang realized that the seemingly upright and indifferent Great Elder of the Remonstrance Sect might be a type of accidental innocence but also knew a lot of pornographic waste.

The unfamiliar relationship between the three of them was invisibly connected through this series of activities. People who are also cultivators have a natural understanding more than many monks. Unknowingly, the relationship between them has gradually become like friends for many years.

As a joke, He Jinyang stayed at the Wanjia Inn, and the other two went back to deal with the affairs of the Xianjue Conference.

Mr. Leng Bai, who resumed the two's actions, looked at the happy-looking Feng Chuxi in front of him, and said lightly: "Do you really want to have a good relationship with He Jinyang?"

Feng Fuxi: "Huh?"

Leng Baijun flicked his sleeves, and said calmly in the depths of his snowy eyes: "I can see that you have been deliberately approaching him, why?"

The wind shook the folding fan in his hand, and after thinking for a few seconds, he said: "Don't just say I am like this, don't you too? I stopped you twice, how can you still fight?"

Leng Baijun frowned: "That's because..."

Feng Chuixi interrupted: "Because you feel it too."

Mr. Leng Bai was silent.

Looking at the sunset in a straight line, the wind blows westward, the darkness of the night gradually covers the last ray of light in the sky, and the look is much deeper than that in the daytime.

"The four families in the east, west, north and south, except for the Central Plains Qilin whose whereabouts are unknown, we are the last ones who have been deeply involved in the fairy world. Now that no one has ascended in the cultivation world for thousands of years, I don't know how many eyes are staring at our four families, but we have really come to the one that we have to do At this moment, the evil way is rampant without thinking twice."

"What's the use of saying this? Wasn't the Suzaku of the Xie family wiped out 9000 years ago?" Mr. Leng Bai didn't want to talk too much. It doesn't work.

Feng Chuixi shook his head: "I can feel that someone from the Xie family must still be alive, but I don't know where he is. After thousands of years, there will always be a trace of legacy."

Leng Baijun frowned: "So what do you want to say?"

Feng Chui glanced at him: "Play stupid."

Leng Baijun's breath was stagnant and he seemed to want to refute, but the wind blowing to the west would not give him a chance.

"The five families in the cultivation world originated from the fairy world, and the records of the family are the families that were specially protected by the five gods guarding the fairy world. Whether this is true or not, this already means that we have been involved in the fairy world from the very beginning. In the immortal world Now, we are the last hope, as the Feng family elders have said, our generation is the last holy son, if there is no turning point, it means only one result."

Speaking of this, Feng Chuixi took a deep breath and said with heavy words.

"The fairyland does not exist."