After one heart to the Tao, it is all the Shura field

It was raining heavily today, and the entire lonely mountain was surrounded by the sound of rain and thunder. It has been a long time since such a heavy rain has been seen in such a remote place. The blue lights in the building are flickering. People stand at the gate of the hall.

The leader is tall and tall, wearing a half-black mask, his deep eyebrows and eyes are exposed outside, his eyes are as sharp as ice, without any emotion, his momentum is like an epee holding the edge, and the cold wind blows, he brings up his cloak and makes a fluttering movement ring.

"My lord, Nianliu has something to report." He lowered his eyebrows and shouted respectfully towards Heimen.

The sound of the wind was cold and silent, and a sound echoed inside after a while.

"Come in."

Pushing open the door, there was a biting cold wind, the light in the hall was dim, looking forward, I saw a person sitting on the stone seat of the stairs, leaning on the back carelessly, stepping on the stone seat with his right foot, holding his hand Hanging on her knees, the jet-black costume seemed to blend in with the surroundings.

Only the pure white ghost face, the two bright red fangs look like an evil ghost below ten feet high, and the surroundings are particularly terrifying. The cold aura makes people unconsciously lower their heads and dare not look directly at it.

A sharp gaze fell on them, and a low but slightly hoarse voice sounded: "Say."

Nian Liu lowered his head, the coldness in his eyes was covered by fiery reverence, and he said respectfully: "Today, a descendant of the Changtian Sword Sect appeared in the Haoran Immortal Mansion. The Heavenly Sword Sect will join forces with the Haoran Immortal Mansion."

The hands on the knee beat rhythmically, and the tone was leisurely: "Hmph, once Yan Zhentian died, the Haoran Immortal Mansion is just a crumbling shell, which can be destroyed by raising a hand, so it's not worth my heart. It's just that his youngest son is Shi Yuan's apprentice, and it's expected that Cheng Shuang won't sit idly by and care about Shi Yuan so much."

Nian Liu paused: "The master is wise, but the subordinates are stupid."

The person in the seat cast a glance at him, ignored him, and just said to himself: "But Shi Yuan has been in seclusion for eight years, and his injuries must have healed. Since I want to get the remaining phoenix eggs, I will definitely meet him." With a chuckle: "The number one swordsman in the world, beheaded by me personally, that would be a joy."

The tone is light and twisted, as if leisurely, and there is a wanton madness in every word.

In Zhongtian Realm, no cultivator dared to utter such wild words. Shi Yuan's strength is not only because of his profound realm cultivation, but also because of his persistence and thoroughness in the way of swordsmanship. Qijing created the seventeen strokes "Heavenly Stems" by himself. The subtle changes of the strokes can be said to shock the world.

It has been hundreds of years now, no one here has really fought against him, that is, no one has even seen the complete seventeen strokes of Tiangan swordsmanship, how can they know his true strength.

And the person below obviously also thought of this aspect, and he was worried, "Then what do the subordinates need to do for the master?"

The hand beating on the knee suddenly stopped, the white ghost face was slightly sideways, facing the person below, a gust of cold wind blew by, the fire flickered, and the cold murderous aura instantly struck, as if the night was everywhere, making people froze suddenly.

The alienated and indifferent voice, unhurried, shocked the surroundings: "You think this seat is not his opponent, and I need your help?"

The people below were slightly stunned, and realized that they had said something wrong, so they quickly buried their heads lower, and said in a slightly stagnant tone, "This subordinate dare not."

The time was silent for a long time, and the chilling eyes kept falling on them like a snake letter, as if there was a sharp knife around their necks, the cold was piercing, the entire space was compressed, and they tried their best to hold their breath.

The people behind Nianliu raised their guts to their throats, and their temples were wet with cold sweat.

Perhaps because he felt bored, he moved his eyes away, put his right foot down, and the person in the seat suddenly stood up, looked down at the kneeling people below, withdrew his coercion, walked forward, and his tone returned to his previous appearance: " Don't worry, Zhongtian Realm has become a puddle of muddy water, everyone is in danger, if something happens to the Changtian Sword Sect, they will be isolated and helpless."

"However, since they want to join forces, I might as well take the initiative and give them a big gift."

Nian Liu Kankan in front of him raised his eyes a little bit, watching the black dress above him step by step down the stairs, and slowly approaching them, the corners of his mouth under the black hood slightly raised, but he didn't dare to ask any more questions, just waiting The person above spoke.

The exquisite arrow was spinning in the palm of the hand, and the deep voice echoed faintly, cruelly: "Isn't the sword cultivator always respecting his reputation in the world, then I will ruin his reputation, and it will not be a good talk."

As he spoke, he chuckled lightly, as if he had anticipated the future scene, and his eyes under the mask were full of ironic smiles, as if he was very happy.

The black boots stopped in front of them, but the exquisite arrow in his hand suddenly flew out like naughty, and a little starlight above the hall drew a winding trace.

He glanced at it, but let it fly around like a merry-go-round, his eyes followed the arrow, but the words in his mouth suddenly changed, as if he just asked casually: "How has Han Qisheng been since last time?"

Han Qisheng...

The unfamiliar but familiar three words made Nianliu frowned, and a dark light flashed in his dark eyes.

That useless casual cultivator?

This name is no stranger to Nianliu. He is the only pawn in the master's hands who has lived for ten years but has not been abandoned. He did not follow the lower bound last time. I don't know the situation. I just heard that the man committed a crime and was abolished. , thrown into the lower bound.

He still felt happy at the time, but finally he was useless. How could there be some waste by the Lord's side.

And the person kneeling behind him who knew the situation, lowered his head and replied in a steady voice, as if he had repeated it mechanically hundreds of times.

"My lord, don't worry, you abolished his cultivation. He is just a mortal now. After you punished him last time, we threw him in the mortal world without asking any questions."

But his voice was that of the person who took the lead in humiliating Han Qisheng!

However, his heart has already collapsed at this moment. He spent all his strength to control his body, even his tone. The Lord is standing beside him. He dare not show any strangeness. They gave people... to play to death...

That--!

At this time, the horrific images of those who offended the Lord dying flashed through his mind uncontrollably, his heart was agitated, and the panic was pulled to the extreme.

Can't say it, absolutely can't say it, if he says it, he will be out of his wits!

Can't blame him!How did he know that the Lord would keep it!

"That is to say, let it fend for itself." He turned around and looked at the people on the ground, the lights were dim, and the two pupils above the ghost's face were as black as a deep pool, showing no emotion.

In any place or sect, if the lower ranks want to live, they rely on the ability to observe words and emotions. When the worshipers see his expression and tone, it is difficult to control for a while, so they can only bite the bullet and let nature take its course, pretending not to know, Asked back: "Yes, if the Lord thinks it is not enough, you may need..."

The standing man raised his hand and his long sleeves drooped: "No need, just let him reflect on himself, if he knows he is wrong, he will come to beg me."

Listening, the man stared at the ground, his heart dropped, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.