It takes a little time for the girl.

Ning Yi looked at her side, sat cross-legged on the spot, and Pei Lingsu, who was lightly raised in purple robe, stopped speaking and remained silent.

On the hill, smoke and dust rolled up, talismans shook, and the sound of earth trembling in the distance was blocked.

Here is a purity.

The red light between Pei Yatou's eyebrows was waving, sensing the "call" left by her father.

Ning Yi stood on the top of the mountain, as if standing in the torrent of heaven and earth. He looked at the demon tide rushing in front of him. Here he looked like a stone bulging in the river, with the river water dividing and the waves surging.

A golden and ferocious bird flew across the sky, whistling in, with a hideous face.

After crossing the dry mountains and waters at the beginning of Xiaoyan Mountain Realm, the "spiritual energy" and true face of this land are all displayed in front of these monsters. Although the demon spirit has not developed its wisdom, it has a sense of inferior. The place where Ning Yi and Yatou are naturally considered a "blessed land". Because of the word "mountain", countless spiritual energy is lingering.

Ning Yi disappeared at the top of the mountain in an instant.

When he appeared again, he had already come to the golden and ferocious bird, pressing the forehead of the ferocious bird with one hand, his palm burst out, and a ball of blood mist was pressed out in the air-

There was a "bang".

It was like a ripe fruit exploded, and the golden demon blood splattered everywhere.

The breath of blood spreads rapidly, and once the demon spirit smells the blood, it will become even more crazy. However, at the place where the golden ferocious bird explodes, a ray of flame appears, and the young man in black robe has no expression on his face, suspended in the blood mist, and his hands are burning with red lights.

Ning Yi shook his sleeves and robe. This flame was stolen by the "Mountain Scroll" in the Zhuque Realm, a treasured fire seed in the underground lotus realm of Zhuque City.

According to legend, the Vermilion Bird Void Flame can burn all things, even if it is an illusory fate, it can be burned away. Obviously, this flame has not yet reached such a level, but when it meets this demon spirit with no grade, it only takes two short time to shake the sleeves and burn the demon body, together with the flesh and blood, and turns into flying smoke that dispersed.

"This lotus realm heart fire... seems to have other wonderful uses."

Ning Yi almost never uses this flame when facing the enemy. However, in terms of the grade of the mountain script, although he absorbs the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, he rarely has any active and heart-warming things, but the earth fire of the Vermillion Bird Realm is one of them.

For no reason, Ning Yi thought of "Bai Tathagata" fighting against the enemy on the banks of the Apocalypse River.

The little white emperor had a great plan and practiced the "Five Elements Realm". The golden killing thought was already slightly achieved, and among the five elements, there was a path of "fire".

These five Taoist realms are broken down separately and are all a great way. When they are closed, they will naturally be the top Taoist realm. Once they are cultivated, they can easily sweep away enemies of the same level.

"Is it the final form of the artistic conception of fire?"

Ning Yi murmured, and he looked at his palm, the flames gathered and flew, and the form of nothingness changed with his heart.

Indeed, in the way of flame, it seems that the practice of "Surf Bird Void Flame" is rumored to be "Surf Bird Void". This kind of technique is not only mastered by the Suzaku clan. The second senior brother Huo Feng from Badu City, before breaking through the Nirvana realm, was already holding the Void Flame in his hand and was invincible at the same level.

If this is the case... it is not difficult to infer that what can make the word "shan" move and actively swallow it should be the "ultimate form" after the powerful Taoist realm is deduced to the end and constantly condensed.

Can be comprehended.

You can also use it directly.

Ning Yi raised his eyebrows, and his figure suddenly fell, sinking towards the bottom of the hill, and suddenly fell into a demonic tide.

At this moment, a black robe figure surrounded by red flames, shuttled and flew through the demon tide. Wherever his fingertips passed, they directly cut the demon spirit open and cut the stomach like a sharp sword. Like the golden ferocious bird before, these monsters who "was fearless" hit the girl's mountain, with flesh and blood flying everywhere, but no fishy smell swept out.

The red and enchanting flame of nothingness was "swish" and flew around the mountain.

Ning Yi made seals with both hands, and he did not deliberately comprehend the internal fortune of this "virtual flame". After devouring the mountain scroll, just a moment of mind, the earth's center fire in the lotus realm was like an arm and finger, flying easily and effortlessly.

However, everything has a threshold, from shallow to deep, from astringent to mature.

Flying flames, burning the body of the demon spirit.

These demon spirits who try to break the carrying capacity of the small Yanshan Realm have different levels of cultivation. Some are indeed difficult to kill, with thick skin and thick flesh, while others melt instantly when they encounter weak flames.

The practitioners of the Great Sui Dynasty are not afraid of fighting alone, but are afraid of falling into a battle of qi and energy.

Manpower is sometimes exhausted.

This is what senior Ye Changfeng once said to Ning Yi. Sword cultivators are invincible in one-on-one fight, but few sword cultivators can kill a city by one person.

The sword energy is full and it is inexhaustible.

Those who achieve this level have nothing to do with qualifications, but with fate.

Ning Yi...is this person with great luck.

The "new characters scroll" on him can ensure that his breath is long, while the "mountain characters scroll" can ensure that the power of starlight will never dry up. Although these two volumes of heavenly books do not directly increase the killing power, they are blessed with each other. If Ning Yi falls into the demon tide, it will be a unilateral massacre. He will never be tired, nor will he be depressed, and will fall into trouble.

He can kill these demon tides alone.

Unless... a practitioner who can stop him appears.

...

...

A "sudden" sound.

Something seemed to fly in the void.

Ning Yi, who was killing in the demon tide, narrowed his eyes slightly. His divine thoughts immediately felt aroused, and a chill burst out from his back. When he raised his hand to overturn a bull, the jaw of the bull in front of him suddenly cracked a bloody mouth, and a ray of sword light broke through the flesh and blood, and pierced hard at his face.

No signs.

This sword came surprisingly fast and full of murderous intent.

However, Ning Yi's expression was always calm. He raised a finger and knocked it on the flying sword. The force of his fingers exploded, but it only shook a thin layer of flames surrounding the flying sword, revealing the snow-white and ferocious sword edge.

A "sharp" sound.

The sword weapon cut the black robe, pierced the flesh and blood, slid out an arc, overlapping back and forth, and instantly gathered together like a fishing line, pulling Ning Yi's flesh and blood on his shoulder, and the invisible energy turned into a fishing line, trying to pull Ning Yi out hard.

Ning Yi groaned in his throat, stepped on the ground with his feet, and his divineness burst out all over his body. In an instant, ten feet around him were splashing with earth and stones. He grabbed his shoulder with one hand, and his divineness in his palm buzzed, and the "invisible fishing line" melted in an instant.

The flying sword returned and flew slowly to the dome.

Ning Yi raised his head, his expression gloomy.

A fiery red figure, wearing a marijuana robe, slowly fell to the ground. There were countless monsters rushing around the two people. At this moment, it seemed that they had intuitive vigilance. They spread their four hooves and ran around in all directions, leaving a large area of ​​pure land.

The young demon king who had shaved his hair took back the flying sword. He exclaimed softly, reached out and touched the flying sword that was turning back. The sword body trembled, and there was a burst of "Gangqi".

The Demon King Chiwu frowned. The power of this "Gangqi" cannot be underestimated. It can actually disperse all the "Vacuum Flame".

It is divine.

This human sword cultivator named Ning can easily use his "divine nature" without a mere fate star.

No wonder...even the demon saint was dispatched.

Chen Yuanjun launched the Northern War... Could it be that it was really for him?

The Demon Lord Chiwu silently raised the credibility of the rumor a little.

He looked around and looked at the faint flames flying. The aura of the flames was quite familiar. The Demon Saint of Futu did not lie to him. It was indeed the core fires of the lotus realm that were stolen from the Vermillion Bird Realm.

The young demon king looked at Ning Yi and said in a cold voice: "It was you who stole the fire from the lotus realm... Do you know how many tribes of our tribe have? Because of this, Qi Ling will delay for several years?"

Ning Yi narrowed his eyes and said nothing.

The Demon King Chiwu stared at these Xu Yans lingering in the air, and was already a little surprised. This stranger, born in the Sui Dynasty, obviously did not understand the magic of Vermilion Bird's practice. How could he refine "Xiao Yan"?

Judging from the traces of burning in the place, his realm of practicing the virtual flame is at least at the level of entering the hall.

The Demon Lord Chiwu is not a fool. The one who can make the two demon saints in front of Xiaoyan Mountain Realm is willing to pay the "Nirvana Feather" and "Tai Chi Tu" as a price is definitely not ordinary people.

He was also very curious... what luck was there for Ning Yi?

If he was killed here, he swallowed this fortune... Obviously, the body of Ning's surname is rich in blessing, which is only much greater than that of Nirvana feather.

The thought of Chiwu Demon King flashed, and he smiled and said, "It is a great sin for you to steal the earth fire of our clan. I don't know where to steal the Vermilion Bird's practice skills, and another sin. I can't escape death today. Boy, I advise you not to resist, I can make you die better."

After this sentence is implemented.

He looked at Ning Yi.

A sneer slowly opened.

Ning Yi covered his shoulder with one hand and maintained his posture just now, but his expression stretched out. He looked at the man in red robe in front of him and suddenly smiled: "You are the Demon Lord of the Suzaku Clan? Why do you look like a bald donkey monk from Dongtu?"

The expression of the Demon Lord Chiwu is ugly.

"I thought... I was shameless enough." Ning Yi sighed. He looked at the bald demon king in front of him and sneered: "But it is still a hundred and eight thousand miles away from you. Killing people is a magnificent sound and some charges are really worse than those bald donkeys... Are you jealous of the 'god' in me? Then you come and take it."

The black robe was clamoring.

Ning Yi raised his backbone, and he let go of the hand covering his shoulders. The palm was covered with glass, and a wisp of flames kept struggling. This wisp of flame resided on the edge of the flying sword of the Demon Lord Chiwu. After cutting the flesh and blood, it was a "fishing hook" and penetrated into the skin.

At this moment, Ning Yi raised his palm, and the wisp of fire had been erased from his spiritual wisdom and turned into a masterless thing.

What made the Demon King Chiwu unbelievable was that the place where he had drawn the flying sword before was supposed to be the skin and flesh, but now it was already bright and moist.

As intact.

Ning Yi smiled slightly and squeezed the flame into scattering.

He glanced at the hill from the outskirts, and the girl was still "sensing", and it was quiet there.

Ning Yi looked at Chiwu, stretched out a middle finger, hooked it slowly, and smiled, "Come on... I want to see if the cultivation level of the Demon King is related to the thickness of the face?"

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