The waterfall is turbulent.

One man and one woman were dressed neatly, with talismans lingering around. Two water-avoiding talismans lifted open the drooping curtains and slowly walked out of the cave.

"Where is that golden war horse?" Ning Yi frowned. The divine horse who had originally brought him to Xiaoyan Mountain Realm had no idea where he had reached. His divine thoughts flew out, and within a radius of ten miles, he could not even feel the breath of the big horse.

It's no shame that it is the precious treasure of the Great Wall of the North...

Running too fast.

Ning Yi looked helpless. He looked at Pei Lingsu, who was blushing beside him. The girl bit her lips with blurred eyes, as if she was still thinking about the scenes in the cave just now... Her cheeks were a little hot, but it was really too beautiful, but it couldn't be removed and always lingered in her mind.

A warm palm fell on the top of her forehead and rubbed it slowly.

Ning Yi said softly: "Silly girl."

Pei Lingsu narrowed her phoenix eyes and enjoyed the warmth above her head. She smiled, jumped forward two steps, and pulled out a red rope from her chest and collar. The red rope swayed and connected to a jade pendant.

"Remember it?"

The jade pendant was carved into a red fish and jumped up with its tail.

Although the idea is acceptable, you can tell... at a glance that it is not a precious thing.

Its texture is quite rough, and it looks like a common thing that can be bought by street vendors, just by throwing a coin of money.

Because it was bought from copper coins.

"Remember."

"Of course I remember." Ning Yi took a light breath, his nose was a little sour, and he smiled hard: "A worthless thing... are you still wearing it?"

The day before leaving West Ridge.

The sun was shining that day.

He took Pei Yatou to buy a package to Tiandu City. He couldn't stand the soft and hard beating of the girl, and finally bought the red fish jade pendant.

The girl spread her arms, as if she was in Qingbai City, she was avoiding the white robe practitioner of the Heavenly Palace and Underworld. She gently hugged Ning Yi and buried her head in Ning Yi's chest black robe. She held a very light voice and murmured: "Since that day, she has been wearing it and has never taken it off."

Because... this was what you gave to me.

I will cherish everything you give me and be very precious.

How could it be thrown away?

Ning Yi and Yatou have gone through the most difficult decade of their lives together.

Have experienced a lot of things.

He also said a lot.

But now, the girl seemed to feel a warm current in her chest, excited and nervous, but it made every breath meaningful. The more she looked at Ning Yi, the more she had something to say.

She wanted to ask Ning Yi, do you still remember the little things that happened together?

She wanted to ask Ning Yi how he got through the world of the demon clan.

but.

She has been practicing in Zishan in recent years... she is not like this.

Pei Lingsu could not say a word, sit cross-legged in the snowy field alone, studying inscriptions, stone carvings, scriptures, and secret techniques.

A person does not speak because she likes silence, but because the person who can make her willing to talk to him has not appeared.

But now, thousands of words gathered together, but they were a little blocked.

Pei Lingsu didn't speak because she knew.

Now...is not the time.

The two of them are in the Xiaoyan Mountain Realm, where there are restrictions set by their fathers around them, but the war in the gray realm has broken out, and great cultivators and demon tides will come. No place is absolutely safe... Xiaoyan Mountain Realm is no exception.

"I felt the demonic energy." Ning Yi's face was a little serious. He rubbed the girl's head, looked into the distance, narrowed his eyes slightly. His divine consciousness had extremely strong ability. After leaping out for several miles, he touched the edge of Xiaoyan Mountain Realm, and then he sensed the demonic energy.

“It’s coming so fast.”

Ning Yi was a little confused.

Logically speaking, Chen Yuanjun and Qian Shangjun took action to stop Huo Feng and the ancient road. The two great cultivators who cut off the secrets of the demon clan were blocked, and Badu City no longer invested their strength... No one knew their movements.

not to mention.

Xiaoyan Mountain Realm is a very hidden "cave world". Qian Shangjun's scroll marked this land, but when others touched this place, there was no "Sword Hidden" to break the fog. Those people would step into the Changling of the Sky, without knowing it, bypassing this place.

"Has someone 'catched'?" Ning Yi sensed a stream of tiny demonic power after a while. Although the single power is small, it is because it is huge in number and continuous, making people feel numb.

The level of cultivation of these monsters is not high. They are purely cannon fodders from the demon race in this war. They are obviously driven by a stronger will and gather here, but the banned fog in the "Xiaoyan Mountain Realm" seems to have not been broken.

They gather together, but they just wander.

...

...

The white robe sways and dust is flying.

On the hill, the white-robed demon squinted his eyes. He gently blew a snow-white bone whistle. The flute was polished quite round. I don’t know what bones were carved. It was blown by the Futu. There were faint sounds in the seven-tone hole, which seemed to be able to attract people’s souls.

The sound of the flute is melodious but weird.

Zihuang looked at the old monster with some fear. The "Absolute Tower" in Futu was floating on his shoulder at this moment, swaying with the sound of the flute, as if his wisdom was activated, and it would also hit the beat with the "music sound".

The Futu Demon Saint rarely appears in the Northern Demon Realm and is extremely low-key.

This person practices the Great Way of Spirit, which is a rare cultivator that everyone fears. He has no disciples under his belt, and does not accept disciples in the Dragon Emperor Hall, nor does he gather his forces. As a "scattered cultivator", he gets the token of the guest of the Dragon Emperor Hall and finds a quiet mountain. He spends most of his time reciting.

Such demon saints have been rarely seen since ancient times. They are pure and have few desires, have no desires, and have no "concern".

Without family and disciples, there will be no bonds left.

No one would want to offend such a person.

Logically speaking, such people are generally weird or violent, but Futu is an exception. He has a very "gentle" personality and looks quite good. For example, when he took the clock for the Dragon Emperor, he had no airs when facing the innate spiritual treasure, and spoke quietly for a long time.

The Purple Phoenix Demon Saint could not bear the violent temper.

The female demon saint stood on the hill, and she looked at the "Xiaoyan Mountain Realm" with a contour that revealed its outline, like a landscape ink painting, and the sound of the demon saint's flute sound was like sprinkling some dust on this ink painting. The land trembled, smoke and dust rose everywhere, and the demon tide in all directions came because of the music of this bone flute.

Futu looked calm, put away the bone flute, and said calmly: "Three Thousand Demon Tides... It may not be enough to break this sword world, but within this radius, these are the ones that can be mobilized."

"These monsters have almost never been activated." Zihuang frowned, "The cultivation level of those two human races is not weak, and they are also life stars after all."

Futu smiled and said, "Don't worry... I'll break through the fog in this world first."

After the man in the white robe put away his bone flute, he looked at the small Yanshan Realm. He looked solemn. As one of the demon saints who witnessed the rise of the human race, Pei Min... he knew very well that the sword killing power of this old master of the Great Wall in the North was difficult for anyone to surpass it in the past thousand years.

He would not be stupid, and he used his own strength to collide with Pei Min's sword energy.

What he has to do now is to break the fog from the "Xiaoyan Mountain Realm" and let this small cave heaven completely show the world between heaven and earth.

Futu's face became tense, and a huge brush slipped out from his sleeves, waving his wolf's hair, splashing in the air, demonic power and starry light overlapping like a long river, drawing a huge scroll of pictures in the air.

"Mountain mist, broken!"

The pen is like a dragon and a snake.

Futu breathed two times, and the pen tip was from left to right, and it was achieved in one go. The moment the ink was collected, the juice splashed everywhere and the soul flew away. This scroll of pictures "buzzed" and roared and crashed into the small Yanshan realm.

The half of the mountain gate hidden in the Ashes made a violent impact sound.

The gravel swayed with “boom”.

Under this collision, the mountain fog was really broken. Pei Min's restriction had been wiped out by the years, and the impact of the soul method was silent and invisible, and there was no way to resist it. Countless sword energy flew away, and swished out of the scroll and broke out in the air.

Zihuang's eyes lit up.

This is a magical magic technique... Pei Min left the restriction, which happened to be caught by this technique, and the gap was missing!

The world swayed, and the monsters who were wandering before the "Xiaoyan Mountain Realm" sniffed their noses at this moment. The thick fog in front of them suddenly rolled away, and an unprecedented picture spread out in front of them... The desolate mountain and water were desolate, but the abundant spiritual energy was overflowing. The first roar sounded before the Xiaoyan Mountain Realm, followed by long roars and roars one after another. The earth shook, and these monsters began to run and flew on the narrow valley walls.

The entrance to Xiaoyan Mountain Realm was opened by Futu.

Zihuang, standing on the hill, looked at the scene of the rushing demon tide.

She exclaimed softly.

A ray of fire lingered in the air, then slowly burned, falling before the two of them.

"Swoosh--"

This figure, a monk wearing a red robe, shaved out three thousand worries, looked like a monk. He flew over and fell in front of the hill in an instant, with a solemn expression and bowed.

"The Northern Demon Realm Vermilion Bird Realm, Chiwu Demon Lord, I have met two seniors."

The Great Wall of the North Frontier launched this war, and the four demon realms were naturally mobilized... and the Vermilion Bird Realm would not be absent.

There are only two demon kings in the Vermilion Bird Realm, and the Great Bird Demon Lord wants to guard the main city of Zhuque. So this time the one who came to the Ash Land was Chiwu Demon Lord, the young demon king who was practicing in seclusion in Hongli Mountain.

Just before, a divine thought spanned dozens of miles and entered his soul sea.

And the master of this divine thought is the Futu Demon Saint.

Zi Huang suddenly realized it and glanced at the young demon king who had finally seen the demon saint and looked very serious and serious.

She squinted her eyes and looked at Futu again, and immediately understood this guy's backup plan.

The white-robed demon saint smiled and said, "No need to be polite. If I remember well, the flames in the lotus realm of the Vermilion Bird Realm disappeared... This matter has been reported to the Dragon Emperor Palace by Zhuque City."

The demon king Chiwu looked serious and nodded.

"This is why I called you with the 'Absolute Tower'." The Demon Saint Futu was calm and said slowly: "The fire thief is now in the small Yanshan realm, with a man and a woman, and a life star cultivation."

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Chapter completed!