The No. 1 blue face in the world of comprehension

Under the undulating mountains, a red glow suddenly struck.

The streamer was surrounded by scorching heat waves and a trace of extremely sharp sword intent, and a little closer, a woman in a black Taoist robe appeared.

The black clothes and gold belt, obviously dressed in abstinence, made her already exquisite figure even more charming.

The black silk is tied high in the golden hair crown inlaid with black jade, and occasionally a few strands of unruly forehead hair hang down, and they are also blown away by the strong wind, revealing that bright cheek like a begonia flower. It is none other than the third disciple of Wuwei Mountain, Han. read.

Seeing the teacher's gate was close in front of him, just a little bit of joy appeared on that beautiful cheek, but the moment he caught a glimpse of the white jade palace on the top of the mountain, his body froze.

——But she saw a bright white barrier of light rapidly opening and extending downwards from the high sky, but in a short breath, the entire mountain range was enclosed in it, even if she wanted to speed up and rush in, it was too late.

"Master! Honor! You are doing this trick again!!!"

As the third disciple, how could she not recognize the sect-protecting barrier that had shut herself out countless times? !

Han Nian roared through gritted teeth, and Jiayun's speed dropped immediately.

Seeing her speed slow down, the ghostly pursuers behind her took out their weapons and magic weapons and threw moves towards her.

Han Nian looked disdainful, she is the root of fire, and when her spiritual power is running, her brows and spirit jade are seven points more colorful than fire. Against her flying and charming eyebrows, she looks like a red rose with thorns. Detailed danger.

The clear clouds scattered under her feet, the woman touched the ground with her toes, and easily dodged most of the attacks with her misty body skills, and her speed did not need to be much slower than the clouds.

She didn't seem to pay attention to those pursuers at all, and waved several sword qi behind her to disperse the attacks with ghost aura. Han Nian pointed his sword together, and a vermilion long sword appeared out of thin air immediately. hang in front of you.

The slender fingers like water onions quickly touched the scabbard, and the long sword inside was summoned, and instantly turned into a streamer and came out of the scabbard.

A phoenix cry suddenly resounded across the sky, and even the ghost aura on the pursuers behind them was dissipated by this long cry.

"Weeping Phoenix!"

Han Nian put one hand on his hip, and pointed the other hand at the other side. He laughed wantonly, and shouted loudly without paying attention to his image, "Teach them a lesson!!!"

But seeing that the flowing light sword pointed directly at the enemy, after hearing the order, there was another panic, it first paused on top of her head, and immediately turned into a phantom of a fire phoenix and rushed into the opposite crowd at high speed.

But in the blink of an eye, a row of ghost soldiers had their heads cut off by the Weeping Phoenix, and another row screaming were burned to ashes by the flames contained in the sword.

Han Nian didn't intend to make a move, he just folded his arms and looked at leisurely, twirling a strand of hair with one hand for a few laps, gloating and splashing cold water: "I told you not to chase, look, fate!" Are you all lost?"

"Qingxuan!"

With a roar from the opposite side, the leader of the team finally couldn't help but stood up, but he was also a terrifying demon cultivator: "Dare you dare to challenge Lao Tzu's romantic scene with a sword, and fight one-on-one with Lao Tzu if you don't have the ability! What's the point of just relying on a broken sword!!"

When Han Nian heard this, he immediately sneered, and said disdainfully, "You can't even handle Qihuang, how can you have the courage to shout at this girl?! Kill you? Don't worry about dirtying my hands!"

After finishing speaking, he said to Zhu Hong Liuguang who was still circling on the opposite side: "Weeping Phoenix, make a quick decision! I'm still waiting to go back and gossip with senior brother!"

Thinking of the familiar aura that flew out from Fengyue Palace last night, Han Nian immediately rubbed his hands.

Eldest brother flew so fast last night, if she hadn't wondered which immortal cultivator other than her in the Demon Realm, so she probed with her spiritual sense, she would never have discovered that the normally serious senior brother would have such an embarrassing day!

How fresh! !

Thinking of this, Han Nian wished he could leave all the enemy and Weeping Phoenix here and rush to Zuowang Peak immediately!

The sword cultivator is connected with the natal sword's spiritual sense, and as soon as she thought of it, the Weeping Phoenix Sword, which cuts monsters like vegetables, trembled strangely.

Seeing that waste leader was still dealing with Zhu Hong Liuguang, Han Nian's impatience finally filled his heart, and his figure disappeared instantly on the spot with a touch of his feet.

Looking at the opposite side again, I saw the enemy's head raised his hand, and the scimitar was about to be slashed, but the entire head was instantly separated from the body!

It was Han Nian who grabbed the hilt of the sword and slashed at his back at some point, but when the blood finally spurted out, the graceful figure disappeared again and returned to the position where he had been standing before.

With a sound of "Zeng", Han Nian put his sword back into its sheath, and finally heaved a sigh of relief. He raised his hand and snapped his fingers. A golden-red flame suddenly ignited from the pile of corpses behind him, killing her already beautiful woman. There was a shocking special color reflected in the corner of Zhiji's eyes.

She adjusted her appearance in a slow manner, then cleared her throat, and shouted at the mountain gate wrapped in a barrier in front of her with enough spiritual energy.

"Master-respect-open-door-!!!"

The sound was blessed, and instantly resounded throughout Wuweizong, and even the roof shook three times.

Bai He trembled, and subconsciously covered his ears, while Jun Wuxin's hand, which was about to push open the door of Qingjing Peak Hall, paused for an instant.

"Good boy..." He smiled and turned to Shen Zhihan who suddenly took a few steps back as if he wanted to leave, and said softly, "Before you leave, remember to prepare the scriptures that the third brother will copy when he goes back."

Shen Zhihan didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "...Yes."

Jun Wuxin's spiritual knowledge is more than a few hundred miles away, so how could he not know what's going on down the mountain?Han Nian's voice sounded like he was afraid that Shizun would not let her in if he didn't know that she was done with it, but he was actually trying to scare him.

They are all people who have lived for hundreds of years, and the more they live, the more they look like children.

Shen Zhihan shook his head helplessly, but without delay in his movements, he squeezed Tuan Qingyun and went to the side peak where the Jinglou was.

Although there are few people in Wuwei Mountain, the number of Buddhist scriptures is not just for fun.

Shen Zhihan wandered around the ground floor, picked twenty volumes of scriptures that Han Nian hadn't copied from memory, and put them on the red sandalwood table in the center. Just as he was about to get up, the door was suddenly pushed open by a strong force.

Shen Zhihan froze all over.

Turning his head to look, he saw a graceful figure in a Taoist robe leaning against the door with his arms around his chest, his eyes were shining brightly, as if he had stars in his eyes.

"Big Brother!"

Han Nian blew a very frivolous whistle, walked in three steps at a time, and said triumphantly, "Where else can you go? Tell me quickly, why are you going to Demon Realm? What's going on with Shen Xin Mozun and you?" ? Where have you developed to?!"

Shen Zhihan frowned, decided to avoid the topic, and said with a straight face, "Why are there so many questions? I left the scriptures here for you, copy them yourself."

The former snorted softly, but smiled indifferently: "Brother, don't play tricks with me, I still don't know what kind of person you are after 100 years? If you don't tell me, I will go to Shen Xin Palace ask?"

Sure enough, Shen Zhihan couldn't hold back any longer, the majesty on his face immediately collapsed, he sighed, and helplessly said, "You girl..."

Han Nian took out a spiritual fruit from his sleeve with a smile, and chewed it deliciously. While chewing, he pushed his shoulder against him, and said vaguely: "Then you should explain quickly!"

Shen Zhihan coughed lightly, and said solemnly: "First of all, I didn't go to Demon Realm myself."

"How is it possible!" Han Nian slapped the table, clearly not believing it, "You are so distracted at the end stage, who can snatch you away?"

Shen Zhihan was silent, and then gave her a particularly deep look: "Yes, Shen Xinmozun Xie Changliu."

Han Nian choked, coughed and patted his chest with great difficulty, and immediately asked in surprise, "You have never met before, why did he snatch you away?"

Wanhe Volcano is one of the most dangerous places in the world.

It's not that the power is mysterious, but that this place is actually formed by countless volcanoes connecting and converging. If you are not careful, you will fall into the magma. Even monks cannot avoid the end of their bodies being burned to death.

Why would Xie Changliu take risks for a stranger?

Shen Zhihan shrugged: "I also want to know this question."

"Then that, he didn't do anything to you?" Han Nian didn't give up.

Shen Zhihan raised his eyebrows: "Of course not."

Forced kiss...of course not!

Shen Zhihan immediately convinced himself forcefully.