Everyone asks me

Jianfeng pushed in another inch, and the culprit looked at him intently, his blue and purple eyes shone brightly, like the treacherous sky when lightning flashed and thunder thundered.

Bai Yu lowered her head, only looking at the person in front of her out of the corner of her eye.

How long has he not seen Qi Youtian?

In short, it's just a dream.In the long run, it was 170, enough for four mortals to live together, and enough for a short-lived dynasty to rise and fall.

The former young sword cultivator has changed his appearance.Qi Youtian has grown taller, his slender figure overwhelms half of his head, and he can effortlessly push him against the wall as soon as he stretches out his hand.

He lost his youthful youthfulness and became handsome and handsome.Qi Youtian looked down at him slightly, the sunlight fell on his dense and long eyelashes.

Only his eyes were dark and gloomy, like a very hungry wolf staring at the prey under its paws, trying to kill it mercilessly with just a little effort.It was also a look full of hatred. The burning flame of the past has not been extinguished, but it has become more and more prosperous.

Bai Yu's Adam's apple twitched for the evil he had done with his own hands.He put two fingers on the edge of the sword, and flicked it aside with great effort.

The blade of the sword didn't move at all, but pressed an inch tighter, cutting the skin.Blood flowed, dyeing the bright sword red, but Bai Yu remained motionless.

"Speak up, Demon Venerable White Feather." Qi Youtian raised his eyebrows.

He grabbed Bai Yu's two fingers, moved them away from the edge of the sword, and then put them in the palm of his hand to close them little by little, so powerful that even Bai Yu frowned unconsciously.

Maybe Qi Youtian didn't pay attention to this, maybe he didn't care about anything, the heroic sword repairer smiled lightly, "It's not the usual style of Lord Mozun to be so taciturn. You don't have sharp teeth, you are calm and at ease no matter who you meet What? Who is it for you to show such a pitiful appearance now?"

It's not so much a mockery as a vent of anger.Qi Youtian narrowed his eyes, and the blade of the sword was still facing inward without letting go.

The bright red blood flowed wantonly, even dripping onto the ground.

Bai Yu lowered his head, his slender eyelashes covered his eyes, as if he never spoke or resisted.Only the lingering pain in the chest intensified, as if it was on fire and oil was poured on it, the pain fled around with a stabbing sound.

It hurt so bad, he couldn't even speak.Only with Qi Youtian's support can Bai Yu stand upright.

Ten thousand years have passed, why is the pain getting worse?Bai Yu's palms broke out in cold sweat, and his consciousness was about to faint. He vaguely felt that Qi Youtian had finally let go of his hand.

If it weren't for the person in front of him supporting him, Bai Yu would really faint.Compared with the pain of being lingering in the heart, the sword blade piercing through the body doesn't seem to hurt so much.

"Look at me." A voice called from a distance, and Bai Yu couldn't move anymore.

"Look at me." This time Qi Youtian was even more rude, he narrowed his eyes and raised Bai Yu's chin, forcefully ordering him to look at him, "Bai Yu Demon Lord, you deserve it for your own crimes."

Who deserves it, does he deserve it?

Bai Yu struggled to squeeze out the last bit of strength in his body, and he said in a flat voice: "Realist Qi, no, Xianjun Qi is really amazing. In 170, you went from the golden core cultivation to the god refining cultivation. There has never been a character like you."

The Son of Destiny is the Son of Destiny after all, he is born with a good fortune, and is faintly watched by the upper world.Among the many sons of destiny, perhaps Qi Youtian is the most special one.

After all, he is the only one who can get Tianjun to preach in person in nearly ten thousand years.

"After all, I can't compare to the White Feather Demon Lord." Qi Youtian smiled coldly, "No, I should be called Dijun. What a noble status Dijun is, he has been suppressed in the abyss for more than [-] years, and he still thinks about how to regain it. Freedom, for which he would not hesitate to commit murder..."

"Who did I kill?" Bai Yu raised his eyes coldly, "At most I killed your master and my former enemies, and I didn't touch anyone else. Qi Xianjun wanted to say that I would not hesitate to stoop down to plot against you, a little monk." , cheating on your feelings again? Speak straight, don't cover it up, it's too ugly. "

"Yes, that's the matter. Since Lord Dijun doesn't want to be shy, why should I, a mere sufferer, be taboo?"

Qi Youtian let go of Bai Yu's chin, and then pulled out the sword mercilessly, turning his wrist to shake off the blood on it.

He watched Bai Yu slump down the wall without even trying to stretch out a finger, but Bai Yu stubbornly stood still.

"I put my heart into it, with my trust and gratitude to you. You stepped on my heart and crushed it under your feet, and you laughed at me for being a fool." The young swordsman's voice was cold, It was as if the person who cried and cried in the past and would call him Junior Brother was not him at all.

Qi Youtian whispered into Bai Yu's ear and said slowly: "So I understand why Master said you are a cruel person. I am not as infatuated as him. I can't forget what I have been obsessed with for hundreds of years. I can't do it. This 100 For many years, I have only thought about one thing, how to kill the immortal Dijun."

"This matter is a little difficult." Bai Yu smiled, "At least you can't do it now, and neither can Tianjun. As long as this world is not destroyed, even if my body is damaged, my spirit will never die. One day I will slowly wake up."

"I know, Tianjun said that too." Qi Youtian nodded, as if exhaling could burn Baiyu's neck, "So I thought, how can I get back some interest."

The young sword cultivator continued to lean over, as if impatient with Bai Yu's desire to escape, he simply wrapped his wrists tightly, and raised his hand to press against the wall.

Qi Youtian used three points of strength, but Bai Yu couldn't break free at all, and he didn't even think about escaping.He let Qi Youtian get closer and closer, and he could already feel his long eyelashes fluttering on his face, trembling like a butterfly flapping its wings.

His breath was audible, and it was scorching hot, like an everlasting fire that was about to ignite him and turn him into ashes, not even his bones remained.

"If you want to kiss, kiss, I'm trembling and have no courage." Bai Yu was unmoved, as if the person who was about to be frivolous was not him at all.

Even in such a state of embarrassment, the words uttered from his mouth were sharp, and he had to kill the opponent to retreat steadily.

The young Jianxiu laughed, his voice was low and hoarse, and there was an unforgettable rhythm in his ear, "Di Jun said this wrongly. I was born brave and fearless. Now I don't want to kiss you. It is Di Jun's own fault." Passionate."

Qi Youtian let go of him again, and Bai Yu breathed a sigh of relief.Unexpectedly, in the next moment, Qi Youtian pinched his chin and lips directly covered him, unable to break free or escape.

How dare he belittle him!Bai Yu's pupils suddenly dilated, and he wanted to squeeze out a ray of sword energy, but was resolutely snuffed out by the opponent.

Maybe it was really on fire, the flames were overwhelming and relentless, Bai Yu could not escape or extinguish it, and just like that, he was pushed against the wall and kissed wantonly by a junior who was much younger than him.

Bai Yu closed his eyes and didn't look at the other party, he only scolded Qi Youtian fiercely in his heart, from his dead master Yan Ge, to his parents who didn't know their names, to the most damning Qi Youtian himself, he didn't let go of everything.

Hateful, really hateful, why did Qi Youtian abuse him like this?

After being stunned for a moment, Bai Yu could think of the answer to the question by himself, just because he lied to this little sword cultivator, just because he swore an oath at that time, just because of the universal principle of karmic retribution and unhappiness.

Even so, does he think this counts as revenge?Absurd!

When the two parted, Bai Yu desperately wiped her mouth with her sleeve, and then gave two poohs without any concealment, staring at Qi Youtian fiercely like a blade.

The young sword cultivator was not afraid at all, he raised his eyebrows and smiled, "As for me, I always like to do everything in one go. The Lord of Earth owes me too much, so what is a mere kiss?"

"Qi Youtian, don't push yourself too hard." Bai Yu warned.

"Great Mr. Dijun, didn't you teach me this?" Qi Youtian stretched out his hand and pointed at Bai Yu's chest, "You said that I was too soft-hearted to dare to kill you, and in the end you have to do it yourself. The implication is that Think I'm useless."

"Now I'm no longer that stupid Taiyanmen Sword Cultivator, and you don't call me senior brother anymore. We have to settle accounts and it's very fair. You are the emperor, the one who promises a thousand gold, and anyone in the world can turn against you You and Tianjun alone can't do it. You owe me a heart, how are you going to pay me now?"

It was indeed he who owed Qi Youtian, Bai Yu's still aching heart suddenly stopped beating for a moment.

The pain, which was about to get used to, suddenly intensified, spreading from the chest to the limbs in an instant.Bai Yu squatted down slowly with a pale face, his eyes were blurred, as if a heavy snow had fallen.

It really hurts, it seems to be much heavier than when Tianjun did it himself.It seems that even the flick of the hair tip will awaken the pain, making it more sensitive and lonely, and finally send all the pain back to the broken heart.

Is it because of some mechanism in this Star Picking Building, or is it that he can't stand the Dao of Heaven if he doesn't pay his debts?Bai Yu couldn't figure it out, his eyes were dizzy from the pain and his tinnitus doubled, and he realized what it meant to be completely weak for once.

"Good job, the timing for you to notify me is just right. Otherwise, although there is a formation restriction here, it is inevitable that the Lord will escape."

Someone Shi Shiran stepped down the steps, the footsteps were deliberately heavy and loud, and finally stopped in front of him, "Qi Youtian, it seems that I did not choose the wrong person when I sent you to the Zhaixing Pavilion to guard the gate."

"Dijun, Your Majesty, why are you restless?" The man pretended to sigh regretfully, and his words were full of gloating, "We just made an appointment an hour ago, and you can't stay behind closed doors?" If you are obedient and obedient, everyone will not ask each other. But in a blink of an eye, you ran into the Star Picking Tower again, did you want to take a quarter of your heart away?"

It's Yang Ming, Bai Yu thought faintly.

This was a conspiracy in the first place, the other party was certain that he would definitely come, and waited for work at ease.As for him, if he is not reconciled and wants to resist, he can only step into the trap.

Even if the blood soul Su Liusha came or didn't come, the result made no difference.Bai Yu laughed at himself, maybe he used up all his luck when he unsealed his body.

If Qi Youtian was the only one here, maybe he could still run.With the addition of Yang Ming, an upper realm immortal who hated him to the bone, there was absolutely no hope of escaping.

"Tsk tsk, it's so pitiful. Looking at this appearance, it is indeed very pitiful." Yang Ming stroked his chin, pretending to sigh with emotion, "Emperor Ziyin just likes to play with his mind, and he has to pinch someone casually. Strive to be perfect in appearance. The same is true for the heavenly king. The same is true for this rebellious earthly king, it is a waste."

With such an appearance, she was a little bit better than all the female cultivators in the upper realm that Yang Ming had seen before.The more Yang Ming looked, the hotter his eyes became.He watched the earth lord closing his eyes and gasping for breath. There were a few crystal drops of water hanging on his long eyelashes, and the sunlight reflected endless brilliance.

With such a little thing, the junior sister still wants to touch it afterwards, so it is definitely not his turn.Now that he played for a while, it shouldn't matter, right?

As soon as Yang Ming stretched out a finger, the sword cultivator who stood respectfully at the side stood in front of him, "Shangxian, it's getting late. If you delay the time, you can only wait another seven days."

Tsk, trouble, Yang Ming frowned and retracted his hand.

If it wasn't for this kid who was born with the destiny, he couldn't even touch it, he really wanted to kill this ignorant thing with a sword.

However, he didn't have to wait too long.

As soon as Yang Ming turned around and stepped up the steps, he ordered impatiently: "Take him to the top of the building, and then seal up the spiritual energy in his whole body. Although it's okay to have this thing, but I want him to see all this with his own eyes."

The roof of the building is a smooth and smooth stone platform, with countless purple runes carved from north to south, east to west, flowing like water waves.

The purple runes intertwine and extend inward, forming seven self-operating formations, four of which have been lit up.

The shapes transformed by the formation include towering mountains and cities with people coming and going.There are clouds drifting by on the top of the mountain, and people come and go in the city.

Everything is too real, as if it has been shrunk a thousand times and placed on the roof of this building, it is so vivid and vivid.

Yang Ming breathed a sigh of relief.There are still three formations left, he only needs to stay in the lower realm for another six days, and this miserable life will be counted.He waved his long sleeves, all the purple runes lit up, buzzed upwards, and built another formation in an instant, it was a miniature small pavilion, the red tile spire pierced the sky, and there was a faint communication The spirit of heaven and earth.

Finally finished, Yang Ming breathed a sigh of relief.Just being so good at kung fu almost drained all the spiritual energy in his meridians, and he was a little tired.

After work, it's time to have some fun.Yang Ming casually nodded to the side, "Just put him over there, and then go."

Perhaps the man of destiny hesitated, but he did as he was told.

After all, there is no bone, Yang Ming sneered.He could see that there was something unusual between the two, but who made this man of destiny too knowledgeable and interesting?Otherwise, Yang Ming doesn't mind playing a bastard who steals love.

Dijun's extremely beautiful face let the sunlight flicker, and there was a kind of glamorous light that people couldn't stare at.However, his long eyelashes were still closed, Yang Ming was thinking, should he wake him up first.

Facing a person who doesn't respond and even has no expression, no matter how great the interest is, it will be reduced by three points. It's better to be a monk who resists and panics.

Just like a female cultivator that Yang Ming met a few days ago, she cried and struggled desperately, but Yang Ming didn't soften his heart at all.He played tricks up and down in front of the female nuns, and those ignorant monks from the lower realms had to praise him for being willing to favor the female nuns from the lower realms, because she was born with great blessings.

In the end, the female cultivator died in despair, and no one dared to cry for her. Instead, her teacher scolded the female cultivator for not knowing what to do.

Yang Ming is still reminiscing the feeling of that time, it is indeed better to cry when he is active.

Although the person in front of him is the emperor Ziyin pinched out to command the lower realm, in Yang Ming's eyes, he is just a plaything.But this plaything has dignity, can get angry and knows how to resist, which is so interesting.

Besides, this is what the Lord deserves.He has caused trouble for himself three times, now that Yang Ming takes revenge a little, who dares to say anything?

Yang Ming raised his eyebrows, and went directly to unseal Di Jun's girdle, and asked casually, "Do you want to stay and watch? Or do you want to have a taste when this immortal is used up?"

"Don't dare, how dare." Although the Son of Destiny said in such a panic, he didn't turn around and leave, but stared at his back like a wolf, looking like he wanted to pounce on him and bite him off. throat.

It's the other way around!Yang Ming turned around and asked with a slap in the face: "You bastard, you dare to disobey this fairy's will?!"

A mere monk from the lower realms, so what if he is the Son of Destiny?With just a flick of his fingers, Yang Ming can draw out his spirit and destroy his body, even Tianjun has no time to resist!

Before the words fell, Yang Ming was stabbed in the back of the heart.The thin and cold blade moved straight forward without mercy, which also made Yang Ming's lips tremble violently.It hurts, it hurts!

Yang Ming became ruthless. He pulled out the knife, squeezed it into a ball in the palm of his hand, and asked viciously: "Lord, you really have the heart of disobedience! Just because of this matter alone, I will kill you!" Turned into ashes, you died too easily!"

The immortal from the upper realm took a step closer, and the awakened Dijun looked indifferent.Even though the weapon was taken away, there was no panic in his eyes.

This thing is determined to die, Yang Ming sneered.He lowered his head and saw that the hideous wound had completely healed, leaving no trace of scars, only the rip on the clothes on his chest, which represented everything that happened just now.

Look, even a dignified land lord can't hurt himself at all?Yang Ming raised his eyebrows, he no longer had those other thoughts, only thinking about how to torture Dijun thoroughly.

Another 1 years?It's too cheap.Simply destroy the body after playing, put his spirit into the body of a female animal in heat, and attract more than a hundred male animals...

Yang Ming took another step closer, "Besides, you are afraid that you have forgotten what happened to you during the last catastrophe? Even if you slashed the uncle with a sword, so what? He didn't even suffer any injuries, and he was still alive and well." !"

"Tell me, how should I punish you?" Yang Ming smiled, showing his white teeth.

Dijun stood still, but he was actually smiling, "I think it's better for you to kill yourself. What kind of immortals in the upper realm, don't they only bully monks in the lower realm, and they are all inferior to pigs and dogs? If there is a way of heaven in the world, You should have been struck to death by eighteen lightning bolts without even leaving your body!"

"No matter how fiercely you scold me, am I still alive and well?" Yang Ming raised his eyebrows, "When you don't even cry, you will probably know that you regret it."

All of a sudden, Yang Ming's hair stood up all over his body, this was his intuition warning him to turn around quickly.

It was too late to turn around, Yang Ming had just squeezed a spell, and his back was pierced by the sword light again, it just so happened that it was the place where Di Jun just stabbed him.

Sure enough, the Child of Destiny is not a good thing either!Yang Ming squinted his eyes and turned back suddenly, "I have already seen that you two are together! But it's useless, you lower realm monks are born lowly, there is no way you can hurt this deity!"

He covered the wound on his chest, and decided to kill the Son of Destiny first, and then slowly clean up the Dijun.

Who would have thought that the wound on Yang Ming's chest was bleeding profusely in just such a short period of time, and there was no sign of healing at all, and his strength was slowly draining away.

Yang Ming not only couldn't stand but also couldn't stand, the spiritual energy in his whole body seemed to be sealed by that sword.

How can this be? !He doesn't believe it!Yang Ming couldn't help being panicked. He reached out to get the Qiankun bag in his sleeve, but his fingers trembled and he dropped it on the ground.

A mere monk from the lower realm, even if he is the son of destiny, what is special about him?In this small thousand world, the monks from the upper realm have always been able to show their power, but the monks from the lower realm can't hurt them even a single hair!

There must be something wrong with such a freak thing!

Yang Ming was already panicking, he finally touched the Qiankun pouch, his fingers were trembling, and just about to untie it, the Qiankun pouch was kicked away.

He raised his head suddenly, only to see Qi Youtian's eyes were colder than Xue's, and he said indifferently: "I am not an accomplice with him, let alone a fellow. But I don't allow anyone else to touch him except me."

Qi Youtian's tone was calm and soothing, and the killing intent all over his body was enough to make Yang Ming tremble with fear.

"Yes, yes, I offended Da Neng." Yang Ming's voice trembled, "How dare I think about Da Neng's sweetheart again?"

As long as you can give Yang Ming a little more time, don't mention a few nice words, even let him kneel down and kowtow.When he gets in touch with his junior sister, these two lowly bastards will be dead!Yang Ming thought hard.

However, the universe seems to be thousands of miles away, and he can't reach it at all.

Suddenly someone kicked the Qiankun bag back to his side, but deliberately stepped on it and kept on holding on.

"Friar from the lower realm, are you born lowly?" Dijun asked in a long voice.

"I'm low, it's me, I deserve to be struck by lightning!" Yang Ming was so heartless that he really knelt down and kowtowed, "I just ask you two to leave me a way out and let me work for you. The world's method, as long as you two don't kill me..."

"You really know?" Dijun asked with a smile, "Let's hear it."

These two idiots really gave him a chance to cast the spell!A buzz echoed in Yang Ming's soul, and at the very moment, he finally awakened the spell.

It is false that Yang Ming desperately went to get the Qiankun bag to save his life, but it is true to delay the time to awaken the spell in the soul.He sneered in his heart, and had to continue to deal with these two people, "It's very simple, as long as it takes a while, after these formations are activated..."

"And then?" Di Jun asked, he suddenly reached out and tapped Yang Ming's forehead, and extinguished the restless spell in his soul.

The buzzing sound had disappeared, including Yang Ming's last hope.Just a moment, really just a moment, he can fully activate that spell!

Yang Ming was stunned for a moment, and then began to howl fiercely: "You two dare, you two dare to play me!"