"What's wrong?"

The surging sword aura of the ancestor of the West Sea washed away the entire white robe.

The sword has not been unsheathed, and the situation has arrived.

Above the entire Liuli Mountain Hall, the dome flowing clouds gathered one after another, and the storm and clouds in the sky were changing.

The thing that ghost cultivators fear the most is that they are exposed to the sun on the sun.

However, Liuli Mountain forms its own formation, covering the mountaintops, and the rays of light flow and gather but do not disperse.

No one can see clearly how Old Sword Immortal Ye made a sword.

No one even saw clearly whether he had set his sword.

This sword did not have the neck of the scholar in the white shirt.

It didn't fall to anyone's head either.

Instead, he poked towards the sky.

This is Tongtian’s sword.

The next moment.

Above the Liulishan Hall, a whole magnificent dome of the hall was lifted up by the sword energy.

The Liulishan formation was shattered by a sword.

A brilliant day, direct sunlight.

In the main hall on the top of the mountain, the scene inside the huge monster's skull was exposed in broad daylight. The extremely luxurious wine pool and meat forest, when encountering green light, instantly twisted, and bursts of sneering white smoke rose. The blood-red stream of the flowing water continued to explode and shatter from the inside out, and blood mist rose in the hall.

The hundreds of Yinsha Ghost Cultivators sitting on the seat of the hall did not react at the first time until they raised their heads and saw the hot sun hanging in the sky. The pupils that were deeply trapped in their eyes were about to explode with blood. All the Ghost Cultivators were as if they were struck by lightning at the same time, and their skin was burned by hot charcoal. They covered a layer of frosty snow-white skin, and smoke was squeaked. Someone threw them into the blood stream flowing by the seat. They were still in dire straits and hot. The stream water was boiling. The whole body poured into thick ink, and the broken limbs and arms floated in it, emitting a strong smell of blood.

In the seat of the three disasters and four disasters, great practitioners who are beyond the ten realms have also suffered "hard damage" after encountering the sunlight, but they are not as miserable as those "minds" under their seats. The bodies of the four disasters may dissipate at any time like smoke. They are just figures in the realm of the fate star, and it is not easy for them to cope with this great sun.

The three disasters were much better, but their clothes were burning. They stood up silently, with a sinister expression, staring at the old sword immortal in the white robe of the West Sea, dared to be angry but dared not speak.

There is no clear information for the three generals under Han Yue, who live in the Eastern Realm, to investigate, but it is said that each of them is a great ghost cultivator at the Star Lord realm. When placed in the 100,000-mile mountain in the southern border, just talking about the personal cultivation level and the means of killing are enough to establish a sect.

The sword of the ancestor of the West Sea pierced through the Liuli Palace.

It also pierced the sky.

The ancestor used the sword-scattering energy alone to shatter the bricks and tiles of the hall and the formations covering the hills, causing the light to be exposed. He even used the "shen secret" to kill people without even drawing his sword.

Killing invisibly.

This killing will act on behalf of heaven and will not defile cause and effect.

In fact, the body of the ghost cultivator is far from so fragile. Even if you are traveling during the sun, you will not be wiped out until you die without using calligraphy. However, when the ancestor of the West Sea stood here, all the methods of the ghost cultivator were lost. The sunlight fell like a sharp arrow, and the waterfall washed away the Glazed Palace, which seemed beautiful but was actually a dirty breath.

The demons danced in the hall, some people held umbrellas and some took out the heart protection mirror to block them, but unfortunately they were all futile. These secret ghost treasures were all invalid at this moment, and they could not stop the hot light that was cut straight into the heart-stricken lungs. The black umbrella device that was stretched out with a "pan" sound was shot through by the sun. The woman who took out the heart protection mirror to cover her face had a beautiful appearance, and would irresistibly turn into a drizzle of blood within three or four breaths.

The old man in white robe looked solemn and stood in the hall.

The Dari Waterfall washed down.

If there really is a transcendent mortal in this world.

Then at this moment, he is the only "god" in the glaze world.

He said there would be light, so there would be light here.

The two beautiful women in big red wedding dresses melted into candle wax, and the sleeves were also the same. The two maids were extremely low-level, stumbled all the way, rolled and crawled, and came to the white-shirt scholar standing opposite the ancestor of the West Sea. The bead curtain with a big red veil was overturned by the sword energy earlier. The two peerless beauties raised their heads at this moment, showing a sad expression to look at the thin scholar. Anyone who saw them would be shaken. Unfortunately, Han Yue had no expression on his face and ignored them.

The two women in wedding dress looked extremely miserable. They each stretched out one hand and gently pulled the scholar's white sleeves.

Under the sun exposure, the scholar in white clothes was not feeling discomfort at all.

The sleeves are light, and even the pure sunshine is still wandering in the scholar's sleeves, lingering.

What an incredible scene this is?

The world's most powerful demon is not afraid of exposure. Although his body is thin, it remains unmoved under the erosion of the sun, like a thick mountain of Mount Tai.

Seeing this scene, several great practitioners sitting in the seat of the Three Disasters were secretly relieved.

Until the two women in wedding dresses who soon melted the ice and snow could no longer pull the scholar's sleeves, and their entire bodies turned into rich blood, and then they were evaporated like clouds by the hot light... The furious crying in the hall, the hoarse crying sounds, the hoarse crying sounds burst out at the top of their lungs.

A look of hell on earth.

It’s just that the holy light on earth shines into the ground.

The scholar in white shirt just stared at the ancestors of the West Sea calmly.

Compared to those ghost cultivators who cried bitterly, he did not cry, make a fuss or speak, and the most important thing was that he did not hear or ask, as if all the scenes of this happened had nothing to do with him. This reaction no longer looked like he was dressed up. Rather than saying that he was a passionless clay sculpture and stone statue, and a dead object without anger.

If it weren't for the old sword immortal slap, Han Yue would have a crystal clear look all over his body, like a top-grade lotus, which was untainted from the mud.

The old man in white robe looked at Han Yue calmly and said, "I won't kill you, but I will let this big day hang on the top of Liuli Mountain for ten days and ten nights."

The scholar in the white shirt clenched his fists silently in his sleeves that no one saw.

There were already blue veins on his forehead.

yes.

If the old sword immortal in the West Sea attacked him, he would have to be affected by cause and effect... But the ancestor who pierced the blue sky on the top of Liuli Mountain, he could ignore these lights. What should the others in Liuli Mountain do?

Liuli Mountain is his hard work. After returning from the northern border, he worked hard for decades. Even the Iron Law of the Great Sui Dynasty agreed to the existence of this place!

When did he suffer such humiliation?

The white-shirt scholar's fist made a continuous and tight sound of bones.

Han Yue's face turned pale. He lowered his head. The two women in his favorite wedding dress had turned into blood mist and evaporated. A hint of grief flashed in the white-shirted scholar's eyes. He closed his eyes, whispered in a low voice, and said word by word: "Mr. Ye, do you really want to kill them all, and do this?"

"Han Yue, I had no intention of interfering in the East and Liuli Mountain, and I had no intention of suppressing it. If you bow your head to admit your mistake from the beginning, then the people in the palace will not be implicated by you." The old sword immortal said calmly: "If you do something wrong, you will be punished. Do you admit this punishment?"

The scholar in the white shirt said hoarsely: "I agree."

"Okay." The ancestor of Xihai still had the calm tone. He said slowly: "Tiandu Inn, Hongshan Plateau, and Yangping Waterfall, have been killed by Ning Yi three times in total. The grass snake gray line is hidden thousands of miles away. Today's account is calculated on your head, do you recognize it?"

The scholar in white shirt clenched his fists, and he stared at Ning Yi, who was standing only three feet away from him.

Ning Yi was neither happy nor sad, with clear eyes, and he stared at the great devil in the East Realm who was extremely angry and laughing.

Ning Yi calmly comforted her: "Great energy hurts the body."

Han Yue lowered his eyebrows and smiled, relaxed his fists, let out a long breath, and squeezed out a sentence from his chest.

"I have accepted this account, too."

The ancestor of Xihai said calmly: "I only have three requirements. If you do it one by one today, then I will take Ning Yi away. From then on, the grudges with Liuli Mountain in the East will be a piece of cake."

The three disasters and four disasters in the distance of the hall suddenly became tense as the old man said.

The scholar in white shirt looked here in a vague state.

The woman's peach blossoms were fine. Tiandu Xue Ye just wanted to kill, and she did not take action. She did not care about her actions, and there was no perfect person in the world. She did take action, but she was against Ning Yi's little girl, and she had been punished once by the Nirvana of a Sui Dynasty... No matter how hard the ancestor pursued her, she could not catch her.

But from the Tiandu Imperial City chasing Ning Yi and Pei Fan all the way to Mr. Gui and the strong man a hundred miles outside Yangping City, his face suddenly turned pale, and he felt that the hairs behind him were standing up, and his heart was broken... From the context of the ancestor of the West Sea, he had to be held accountable, so he and the two of them would really have been able to escape death if they really chased Ning Yi.

Peach blossom looked painful, her nails were deeply trapped in the flesh and blood of her palms. She never thought that... The man surnamed Ning actually stood behind a great figure in the West Sea. She was more domineering than the one in Rakshasa City, and she came to the door to seek justice.

What will sir choose?

If you really want to start a war, it is not impossible to abandon Liuli Mountain. With the protection of the East Lotus, the Second Highness will come forward and the end of the matter will be like.

Just ten breaths.

It was very short and long, and it was as short as the fallen leaves of Liuli Mountain fell from the dome to the ground, condensed from frost and snow. It was as long as the scholar in white-shirted standing in front of his ancestors, and had already thought about all the worst outcomes.

So Han Yue's tired voice rang in the hall.

"Three requirements...Mr. Ye, please say."

He has experienced too many negotiations. Today's situation is nothing more than a life-returning life and trying to kill Ning Yi. His mind and spirit are destroyed. There is one more person in the four tribulations in the East Realm. If it is more tragic, then the Taohua who has killed the thought of killing in Tiandu Inn can only be killed together... Faced with this ancestor of the West Sea, he has nothing to lose.

He is not qualified to negotiate.

No matter what the result was, he recognized it.

Let everything stop here.

The scholar in white shirt took a deep breath, exhausted, and for the first time in decades of practice, he felt so powerless.

The voice of the old man in the white robe in the hall was slowly heard.

"The first request...I want you..."

Slight pause.

The scholar in Baishan heard what he had never expected the most.

Ning Yi's eyes were also full of shock.
Chapter completed!