In a brief silence.

Ning Yi raised his head, staring at the dome seriously, and admired the scene of the frozen air becoming an oil painting.

The heavy black clouds pressed against the top of the Hongshan Grassland, making people breathless. The raindrops and thunder between the heaven and earth entangled. Standing here, I just felt that the world is big and the people are small, and there are always some things that manpower cannot do.

For example, it's a battle in front of you.

Ning Yi has done everything he can do. He stripped away the divine scallion of the Lion Heart King crystal, used Xixue, and handed out the greatest sword he could deliver at the moment.

However, the ending was still unexpected... I lost.

The white bone plain is trembling violently.

Moreover, the tremor speed is getting faster and faster and the frequency is getting higher and higher.

Ning Yi took a deep breath.

The fight you should have been fought has been completed.

However, the sudden rain on the Hongshan Grassland did not mean to stop at all, but became more and more grand.

He retained the last half of his divine nature, just to support himself, not to fall down so quickly, at least persist for a while... insisted on asking a few questions, or persisted until a moment when he was always waiting for it.

Han Yue looked at the boy who looked calm but his lips and expression revealed a sense of death. He was struggling to stand up, or stand up with a sword, and the heavy rainstorm hit the end of the Hongshan Grassland. I don’t know how many mountains and ancient stone walls grew on this grassland, and the baptism of raindrops.

The narrow and long opening was not far away from Ning Yi. In a line of sky, there was a faint mist, and the starry light was hard to sense. What was hidden in the Red Mountain inside, but the raindrops could penetrate and slide into it against the sides of the stone wall.

This is true for thousands of years.

The three departments of the Great Sui Dynasty strictly controlled the guards of the Jiuling Yuansheng forbidden area. The primitive demon clan on the Tianshen Plateau was hunted and killed for generations. The most powerful, in order to preserve the incense, migrated to the Padling Valley and this Red Mountain.

Ning Yi leaned against the stone wall and struggled to stand up several times. He controlled his gaze from beginning to end, not looking at the ray of the sky next to him.

Ning Yi said hoarsely: "I want to ask you a few questions."

Han Yue cut off his last thoughts and said calmly: "It doesn't matter if you ask a few questions...but if you want to find an opportunity to escape into Hongshan, I promise you can't live three breaths, and in the days that follow, you will regret this reckless move of escaping into Hongshan countless times."

Ning Yi sighed softly.

He pressed his hands against the hilt of the Xixue sword, jogged and sat on the ground, and whispered: "If I had given you a drop of the essence and blood of the sword's in Tiandu...will there be this fight today?"

This is something that Ning Yi has always been worried about.

In the transaction in the inn, the thin scholar acted like a business that was unyielding and righteous. He was generous and generous to use resources from the ten realms to exchange for his own swordsmanship essence and blood... At the moment when the dust settled, Ning Yi wanted to know if it was because Han Yue was ready to hunt himself at that time.

A silence.

Han Yue said in a plain tone: "I came to the North, not just because of you... I took you a drop of the sword's innate essence and blood, and had 10,000 means to let you go to my Eastern Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glaz

Ning Yi laughed, and he said hoarsely: "I came from Shushan, my senior sister is Qianshou, and the mountain master is Lu Sheng. If Han Yue dares to refine me, aren't you afraid that Qianshou will destroy you?"

Han Yue rubbed his cheeks, and the bloody face gradually became white and clean under the storm of storms. He still looked abominable, but he looked calm and indifferent, and his eyes were full of alienation. He had a three-point demeanor.

Han Yue smiled and said, "What do you mean... if you train you, the consequences will be serious?"

Ning Yi pursed his lips and smiled.

Han Yue said softly: "If Qianshe takes revenge for you, it is easy to come to my Eastern Realm, but it is not easy to leave. As for the substantial benefits you want to get, it's just a fool. As for the illusory master of Shushan Mountain Lu Sheng... Ning Yi, you won't be stupid. I believe that the master of Shushan Mountain can break through the limit of five hundred years and take 10,000 steps back. Even if Lu Sheng is really alive, he has been wandering around for the past five hundred years, and will he take special action specifically for you, a junior uncle who is not too light or too serious?"

Ning Yi said lightly: "That may not be."

"You are just a small character in Tiandu. Even if you get the imperial seal, you are just an ant here." Han Yue's voice was a little cold, and he said, "I dare not touch you in Tiandu. This is the North Forbidden Zone. What are you worthy of? Compared to refining you and killing you, the consequences are more serious... I have done a lot over the years, but unfortunately I have never had a retribution in my life, and I still live well."

"So that's the case..." Ning Yi smiled self-deprecatingly and said, "For the last question, I must die?"

Han Yue smiled and said, "It's not death, it's eternal life."

The hilt of the Yin-Yang Portrait was no longer raised by him, but was slowly lowered, and the tip of the Yuanyin Sword was pressed on the grassland.

The wind blows the red mountains and the grasslands blow.

Han Yue's voice softened and he said, "Ning Yi, enter my glass cup... and taste the nectar of the world, and no longer suffer."

The boy's expression became blurred.

In my heart, it was like I heard Han Yue’s gentle words and stopped resisting.

The cold on his body melted immediately.

The evil spirits in all directions were originally the most disgusting filth in the world, but now it has surged up, but it is the only thing that is willing to shelter Ning Yi from the wind and rain. The wind and rain that hit him suddenly became less.

Ning Yi's pain seemed to have been much smaller.

Thanks to Han Yue's "take action", Ning Yi finally had the strength.

He stood up with a sword with difficulty and took two steps towards the entrance of Hongshan Gorge.

Then a long sigh.

Ning Yi closed his eyes and stopped moving forward. He pressed the hilt of the Snow Sword with both hands and inserted the not-wide long sword on the grass in front of him.

Han Yue narrowed his eyes.

"eternal life......"

Ning Yi closed his eyes, and he chanted these two words gently, with a hint of fun. The weight of these two words, how many Korean promises are added together, is hard to measure. At this moment, he is blowing a snail and drawing a cake to satisfy his hunger, wanting to hold his heart of Tao?

His voice became serious, and he said word by word: "Life or death, this is a problem..."

"Hanyou...I agree with the two words you said."

"You are the number one person in the East Realm, and I am a minion from Tiandu."

Ning Yi's voice did not make fun of himself, but was heavy and huge sense of ritual, swept away in the heavy rain and echoed heavily.

Ning Yi then spoke, "But unfortunately, the minion of Tiandu doesn't want eternal life, he doesn't want to die, he just wants to live like this."

Han Yue, who was standing in front of Ning Yi, suddenly realized something was wrong.

Ning Yi no longer moves forward or moves.

Ning Yi said with a smile: "The second sentence is that swordsmanship emphasizes killing with one blow, rather than being gorgeous and grand... This sentence is really right."

After saying this, Ning Yi was very coincidental and unfortunate. His body was blocked before the intersection. Behind him was the misty red mountain clouds and mists that were interspersed through a layer of forbidden layers, and the starry spirit that was difficult to detect.

This is a very clever position.

Two people and a mountain are in a straight line.

To be precise... three people and a mountain are in a straight line.

In Ning Yi's dantian.

The tremor in the Bone Plain finally stopped.

There was something in Ning Yi's back heart, and he gently and slowly pressed it on.

It was a snow-white palm with traces of blood on the palm of the palm. More of it was the warm residual heat. After gently touching it, it firmly closed on Ning Yi's back.

This feeling is very warm and this feeling is very comfortable.

So comfortable... let Ning Yi breathe gently.

So comfortable... The sharp snow's sword edge once again lit up a dark light.

There is a kind of encounter in the world that is better than a thousand words.

After traveling thousands of miles, the girl finally came here, her palm pressed against Ning Yi's back. Her eyes were filled with a touch of reunion after a long time. Seeing the boy standing in front of her, her clothes were inspiring, blocking the wind and rain all before everyone.

The girl stood in the Hongshan Mountain, and the boy stood outside the Hongshan Mountain, and the two were separated by mist.

The only contact between the palm and the back is a bridge between the two.

This tacit understanding exceeds words.

The girl asked softly in her heart: "Mr. Ning Yi... what do you need me to do?"

It seemed like I heard the other party’s shouting.

Ning Yi stood outside Hongshan and spoke gently.

"I need to......"

After a slight pause, Ning Yi did not say what the girl needed to do, but said one word.

"you."

This sentence is not wrong.

Ning Yi needs Xu Qingyan, everything she needs. At least at this moment, he must ensure that the divine nature infused by the girl and the sword she handed out can create an unstoppable momentum.

However, Xu Qingyan's face turned a little red, and she nodded softly.

The palm of your hand is against your back.

The divine nature emerges—

Ning Yi slowly opened his eyes.

A fire ignited in his pupils.

......

......
To be continued...