A click” sound.

The sound of something shattering.

Deep in the hall is the ultimate darkness, and the tide is back and forth in the lotus tower of the wick, sweeping countless floating souls.

Something broke.

So the lotus wick of the glass cup lit up.

Since Ye Changfeng came to the east and inserted the "Children" sword sheath into the top of Liuli Mountain, the cultivation level of the master of Liulizhan has never increased... The soul in the lotus platform has changed again and again, and the body has been constantly changing. Then, no matter what, he cannot get rid of the capture of the sword energy on the "Children" sword sheath.

There seem to be only two solutions to this matter.

Or, die under the suppression of the child's sword sheath.

Or, wait for the young man surnamed Ning to come and draw his sword.

However, time has changed, it is no longer appropriate to call "Ning Yi" boy now.

"That little sword cultivator who won the new era of Great Sui Dynasty... has really grown up." In the darkness, half of the man sitting on the throne slowly lit up under the light of fire. The body of this favorite scholar was wearing a thin white shirt, and each piece was broken cloth. That day, he swore with his life oath, and the soul of the "scholar" was broken. In the end, Han Yue spent countless efforts to find a substitute that could still be seen and pieced together the broken clothes... He is a nostalgic person, and every scene of the past is remembered in his mind.

The most "unforgettable" thing in life.

Apart from returning from the northern border by killing dragons, it should be this huge shame.

Han Yue had no expression on his face, stretched out a hand, clenched the porcelain cup in his palm, and the crisp and shattered sound of "bang" sounded immediately, and the bright red and sticky blood spread through his fingers and fell on the scholar's pale clothes and hem, everywhere.

There was no one in the Liulishan Hall.

The scholar gently said to himself: "The 'dust disaster' that was newly inaugurated was dead like this... Ning Yi's growth rate was faster than I thought."

I was still suppressed by my son at the bottom of Liuli Mountain.

Han smiled at the date, and the scholar's face was already kind, and now he smiled even more brightly.

"If it was raining heavily at the beginning, you were willing to use a drop of Jiandao's natal essence and blood to make that deal with me, it seems that I have made a big profit..." Ganlu slowly stood up, and he looked at the "glazed glass" placed on the table. The ghost swayed in the wick. In the glass sliver, a person with souls could be resurrected from the dead. If you do it again, it is as strong as five disasters and ten disasters. If you are in the Eastern Realm, you will naturally be qualified to be among the glass slid glass.

In fact, when southern Xinjiang was killed and killed, many great practitioners who transcended the ten realms wanted to join Han Yue, because of this characteristic of the "glazed glass cup".

Do it again.

It transcends the rules between life and death, plus the rich backer of the second prince.

This is the guarantee that countless practitioners in southern Xinjiang dream of.

After Han Yue crushed the porcelain cup, he stretched out two bloody fingers, stretched out his fingers toward the glass wick, and twisted up the soul. The scenes flew like lightning... Even if he was on the top of Liuli Mountain, he was not the one who made the decision one by one, and he divided the labor and gave up his power with ease.

Han Yue is a very smart person.

He holds power and knows how to delegate power.

After "reading" the memory of the Demon Lord Chen, the face of the scholar in white suddenly became ugly.

He said in a low voice: "Whose idea is the 'borrowing fire'?"

The soul of the Demon Lord Chen trembled violently.

This new devil who has won the territory of the Eastern Desert

You, although you are transcending the ten realms, you look extremely glorious in the eyes of all living beings under you.

But in fact, his strength is still far from that of a big man like Han Yue who stands at the top of the Eastern Realm.

The scholar in white gathered his five fingers and pinched the soul, as if he was holding the porcelain cup before. The same harsh and crisp sound sounded inside the soul of the Demon Lord Chen. This exquisite deadly star soul slowly bloomed like the porcelain cup before Chen, and Han Yue stared at Chen Demon Lord Chen's eyes calmed down.

He wanted to kill the Demon Lord Chen, as simple as crushing a porcelain cup.

As the fingers exerted force, the expression of the soul became more and more painful, and twisted. Widths of black flames overflowed from the middle of his eyebrows, entrenched in the dome of the Liuli Mountain Hall, and finally condensed into a pitch-black "shadow".

Only human form.

No loss of composure.

It is like burning black smoke, or it is like the fog that will dissipate at any time.

His voice was five-point feminine and five-point hoarse, full of the power of the soul. When he opened his mouth, he made the listener feel like he was listening to the "Big Way". On the sea of ​​divine things, it seemed like someone plucked the strings.

Han Yue let go of the hand that held the "Donkey King" tightly, leaned back, leaning lazily on the throne, throwing the Duon King back into the glass like a bait, and it was just entering the center of the wick, with a flame-pallet fan. However, this soul was not resurrected, but was surrounded by a ball of black fog.

Han Yue tapped his finger gently.

The next moment, countless old women rushed up in their prime. The Dust Demon Lord was like a baby drowned in the deep sea. He raised his hands and struggled constantly. He made a sound in his mouth, but he could not make any sound. In a moment, he was eaten clean, and even a piece of clothing was not left.

These ghosts chewed the bones and flesh of the demon king's soul in their mouths, like walking corpses, slowly wandering on the lotus platform of the glass wick. Without food, they suddenly became "slow".

"After a moment of taking mustard seeds... Mr. Han Yue is indeed a good method."

The dark shadow stood in the hall, bowed slightly, indicating his respect for the existence in the darkness.

The scholar smiled, "The East Realm urgently needs strength to fight against the sky. The choice of the position of disaster is really hasty, and you are a dirt person like you, and you have taken advantage of the loophole... Since you don't care about his death at all, it means that there is not only him for the "borrowing fire" matters."

The shadow smiled without saying anything.

Han Yue continued to say to himself: "I have heard that those great people who transcend Nirvana are all tracing a mysterious 'group', invisible and traceless, just like the darkness under the light, which will never die."

The scholar always smiled when he spoke.

"Because of irresistible reasons... it is called the Undead? Shadow?"

His Highness's shadow is still in a respectful posture.

"Or...you can change the title, immortal."

Han Yue was still smiling, but when he heard the word "Immortal", a hint of sarcasm appeared in his eyes.

The shadow turned a blind eye and began to tell his purpose.

"As you see, we will not die, we will not leave, we will not bow our heads, we will not compromise. The two countless powerful people in the world want to kill us, and we... will never be destroyed."

"We are darkness itself, and we hate light extremely."

As the shadow spoke, he laughed. He looked at the scholar on the throne and slowly spoke, "At this point, our 'shadow'... are the same as you sir."

He stood in the darkness,

There is no trace of light in the depths of Lishan Hall.

This made him feel extremely safe and comfortable.

So the human-shaped shadow gently turned his "neck".

It really made a cracking sound of bones colliding.

He let out a breath.

"The situation in Tiandu and the East Realm is very clear now." Shadow spoke slowly, "If the prince doesn't take action, he will have to do it. Once he takes action, the east realm will be covered with all its nests. If Liuli Mountain wants to seek strength, you might as well consider... joining us."

He looked directly at the scholar in white on the throne and put his posture to the lowest point.

In the deepest part of the darkness, the man smiled.

A hoarse voice swept out from his throat—

"What you just said..."

Shadow realized his tongue and changed his speech slightly, "Sir, you might as well consider... Join us."

"So the 'borrowing fire' matter has nothing to do with my subordinates, it is entirely your idea." Han Yue smiled like a spring breeze and asked lightly: "Is that right?"

The shadow was stunned.

"yes……"

The other party's movements interrupted his words.

The scholar on the throne raised one hand and slowly pressed down, while the other hand stood up with his body.

"Since you are seeking cooperation... then how can you make a good decision on the matter of 'borrowing fire'?"

Han Yue's smile dissipated bit by bit.

"This is my Liuli Mountain, not yours..."

"And the ones that cannot be killed in this world... are not only you 'shadows', but also the maggots in the big lake..."

While speaking, the glass beside Han Yue, the dark wick seemed to be blowing by the wind, igniting a little bit of fire.

The deepest part of the hall is no longer extremely dark.

"Don't insult the word "immortality"...the disgusting maggots."

Han Yue's voice became more and more sarcastic, "You said... you are darkness itself, and you hate the light very much..."

"What makes you think that I am such a lowly being?"

The boy in white stood up and the light on the throne suddenly burst out.

The light pillars of the dome hall burst out, and on the zenith of the entire Liuli Mountain, countless holy waterfalls scattered down. The flames of the Liuli Cup surrounded the entire hall like a hot wave.

Han Yi stood under the light.

With the body of a ghost cultivator, stand under the light.

Clothes are burning, and so are flesh and blood.

However, the expression of this "Mr. Ganlu" was extremely calm. He looked directly at the "shadow" twisting and struggling in the light, and in an instant he came to the other side, reached out to pinch the slender neck. It was not a thick fog, but a rotten body.

Han Yoo took a tone of disgust and said word by word: "You are willing to fall into a lowly person who is 'shadow'. You are worthy of meeting me, and you are worthy of talking about 'cooperation' with me?"

A swelling in the shadow's throat.

He uttered his words with difficulty.

"Together... to destroy the world... forever disaster..."

A slap on Shadow's cheek.
Chapter completed!