"Then you must also know that if you want to reverse the direction of the dragon energy, this place is the most suitable place." Gong Yunrui brushed his hands and walked out of the two men in white with swords with the clap of his hands.
The two men Xie Xuanyang had met before. They were in possession of spiritual power, and the long swords they held in their hands were not made of ordinary iron. These are two foundation-building cultivators. Seeing this, Xie Xuanyang's expression did not change, he looked at Gong Yunrui lightly, and said, "His Royal Highness knows that I and His Royal Highness the Third Prince are friends."
"Naturally." Gong Yunrui said, "Because you are a friend of Brother Three Emperors, you are more qualified to contribute to great things, aren't you?"
"To reverse the dragon's energy, the blood of ten thousand people must be sacrificed to the world." Xie Xuanyang glanced at the blood pool beside him. The suffocation has always been invisible, but now the suffocation in this pool makes Xie Xuanyang clearly feel how they are rolling, and how many people's grievances are contained in them, as if there are countless voices shouting unwillingly.
Xie Xuanyang said, "You killed ten thousand people."
"No." Gong Yunrui chuckled lightly, "I killed nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine people. There is still one person left to make a big deal, and the last person... is you, the Taoist priest."
As soon as the word "Dao Chang" came out, the two white-clothed cultivators dodged and attacked Xie Xuanyang from left to right. Xie Xuanyang did not move his feet, his upper body only leaned back slightly to avoid the two swords that attacked at the same time.
The blade of the sword brushed and staggered in front of his eyes. Xie Xuanyang did not blink when he saw his robe sleeves shake, and the two of them were thrown out and smashed to both sides. The rocky ground broke into big pits, and the gravel splashed for a while.
All this happened in the blink of an eye, and the two monks who were usually admired by the stars were resolved, and there was no movement. Gong Yunrui laughed loudly, "Haha, as expected of the man in the mansion of the Three Emperor Brothers. Thanks Daoist, Gong Mou admires it!"
As he said that, he clapped his hands, and a fusion cultivator appeared behind him. He said, "Come on, the two Immortal Chiefs will entertain the Taoist Chiefs well, and don't lose the demeanor of my Fifth Prince's Mansion."
The monk hooked his lips and smiled, "Of course. It is also a blessing for Xie Daochang to die in my hands."
"The immortals are involved in such a bloody debt, so the two of you are not afraid of divine punishment?" Xie Xuanyang asked, his face sank, "The two of you are against the right path, can you still be worthy of the Taoist heart?"
"This doesn't require the Taoist to bother." The monk said no more nonsense. One of them pinched the tactic, and in front of him appeared Zhang Yaoqin. The seven-stringed Yaoqin was inlaid with jade and carved as if a phoenix bird was flying, and the roots of the strings were glowing with golden light, all of which reminded others that this qin was good.
"Treasure of the day after tomorrow." Xie Xuanyang's eyes were sharp, and he could see the identity of this piano at a glance, "Liujiang."
"The Taoist master has good eyesight." The cultivator said, only to see the body of the piano turned over and landed firmly on his crossed legs. The next moment, the sound of the piano poured out from under his fingers. The sound of the piano was crisp and sweet, but it could not hide the murderous aura hidden in it. When it attacked Xie Xuanyang, there seemed to be countless sharp steel wires, tearing Xie Xuanyang's body apart.
Xie Xuanyang was about to dodge when he retreated, but he felt that his body was stagnant, and the piano sound had the ability to control it. But it was a momentary stagnation, the killing sound had arrived, and Xie Xuanyang could not dodge in time. But he didn't panic, with a backhand wave, the sleeve robe and the sound blade intersected, and the sound blade couldn't even damage the corner of his clothes.
But at the same time, a sound of breaking the air rang in his ear, his pupils shrank sharply, and when he turned his head, he saw a flash of white light, and a section of black hair leaped out with a few drops of blood.
Xie Xuanyang took a few steps back, blood flowed from the corner of his cheek along the arc of his cheek, and there were many small knife marks that were not long at the corner of his eyes. He looked at the person in front of him in amazement.
"Have you ever said that Xiaodaochang's eyes are very beautiful?" Wen Ye smiled, and the spread fan in his hand would be played with flowers by him. There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his face was indescribably evil. He said, "I like it very much, but unfortunately I just couldn't get the little Daoist to send it."
As he said that, he obsessedly approached the edge of the fan in his hand, and there was obviously a bright red on the edge of the fan. He sniffed, then stuck out his tongue and touched it with the tip of his tongue. Wen Ye let out a muffled laugh in his throat, which made people feel horrified. He said, "Xiao Daochang's blood is also very delicious."
Xie Xuanyang raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his eyes, "Aren't you pretending to be a good person?"
Wen Ye said, "I never said I was a good person."
He shook his fan and walked a few steps, looked at Xie Xuanyang and made a few "tsk tsk" sounds, and said, "The little Daoist is really hidden, but he has no cultivation level, but several monks can't do it, amazing, amazing."
Xie Xuanyang said lightly, "As a demon cultivator, you can live peacefully with those few people, and you are also amazing."
Wen Ye's hand shaking the fan froze for a moment, and his eyes sank when he looked at Xie Xuanyang. His face turned frosty at first, then his face loosened and the corners of his mouth turned into a smile. He said, "The little Daoist is worthy of being a little Daoist. It's your Dao, so you can recognize your identity."
Xie Xuanyang said, "You can't blame me for this, you handed it over yourself."
Previously in the Fifth Prince's Mansion, Wen Ye used teasing to investigate his strength, but he might as well investigate Wen Ye. When he first learned about Wen Ye's cultivation base, he was also shocked. He didn't think that this mortal world was actually hiding a magic cultivator in the out-of-body stage. These cultivators are people who raise their hands to turn clouds and rain in the world of immortals and demons. I don’t know how this one can see the barren mortal world compared to the worlds of immortals and demons, and is willing to stay beside the mortal prince for him Used.
Most of the demon cultivators are uninhibited, and even young children in the immortal world don't believe it when they say things like being a subordinate. Proud of the devil in his heart, Xie Xuanyang, a man who has a heart for swordsmanship and a devil, doesn't like to be inferior, let alone Wen Ye, a pure devil.
Xie Xuanyang pondered in his heart and said, "I don't know that dragon energy is still useful to the out-of-body demon."
If it is said that the immortal cultivator is willing to help Gong Yunrui to reverse the direction of the dragon energy, Xie Xuanyang can barely understand it. But for the cultivator, it is the exact opposite. The dragon qi is the righteous qi of the heaven and the earth, and the cultivator wants the opposite. Therefore, it is not an exaggeration to say that the dragon qi is highly poisonous for the cultivator.
"Of course not." Wen Ye said, "How can a highly poisonous thing be useful?"
Xie Xuanyang asked, "Then why are you?"
Wen Ye shook his fan and said with a smile, "Because I am a native of Dongdu. How dare you, as a subject, refuse to obey the orders of your majesty in Dongdu?"
Xie Xuanyang heard the words. The East is the most special country among the Four Kingdoms of Jiuhua. There are many demons, and there are no boundaries between people and demons. The mortals in the country are mortals, and rarely meet monks. But in Dongdu, even the hawkers selling things on the street may be monsters.
"No wonder." Xie Xuanyang raised his eyes and looked at Wen Yehaosheng, "She looks like a scholar, so bloody and beautiful, wearing a fan as a fan, and your cultivation is out of your body. You are the master of the East Capital, Bu Wenye."
Wen Ye rubbed his palms and laughed loudly, "Correct answer! Correct answer! Xie Daozhang is very smart, I admire him." He smiled so much that the corners of his eyes overflowed with moisture, and raised his hand to wipe it off, he said, "Little Daoist is so charming, he is in the lower capital. Reluctant to start.”
"Oh?" Xie Xuanyang looked at him, "Can you start?"
"Why, the little Daoist still expects who can save you? Could it be your good lover Li Daochang?" Wen Ye said, "Don't think about it, a guard has been set up here, even if the ancestors come together, they can't be broken from the outside. open."
"Then break it from the inside." Xie Xuanyang said.
"Break it from the inside?" Wen Ye seemed to have heard a hilarious joke, "You? You're not the ancestor of the fit period, can you break it?"
Xie Xuanyang suddenly raised the corner of his mouth slightly, showing a slight smile, "I never said I couldn't."
Wen Ye was stunned when he heard it, and looked at the smile on Xie Xuanyang's face and felt uneasy in his heart for some reason. He twitched the corners of his mouth and said, "You can, but you don't have a sword either."
"But I didn't say I didn't." Xie Xuanyang said.
"Oh?" Wen Ye said, "How do I remember that the sword with the word "Musu" mentioned above was unloaded in the Prince's Palace?"
"Did I say it's my saber?" Xie Xuanyang smiled lightly and glanced at the qin cultivator who had been stunned since he heard that Wen Ye was a demon cultivator, and then glanced at the qin in his hand. He said, "Your Excellency Taifu doesn't know that Jianxiu has a sword of destiny?"
Wen Ye's face changed drastically, and he couldn't hold back the smile mask on his face. He was shocked and said, this Xie Xuanyang is still a swordsman! He hasn't been able to detect it at all! What kind of almighty is a monk who can cover up his cultivation in front of him and break through the secret protective formation of the demon world? It must be a combination, or even worse!
Wen Ye watched Xie Xuanyang couldn't help but take a few steps back, his hand holding the fan root was tense, and the back of his hand burst out with cyan meridians, as if he was facing a big enemy. He said, "I don't know what the name of the long-born sword is?"
There are only a few Sword Cultivators who have reached the fusion stage in the Immortal Cultivation World. As a Demon Cultivator, it is impossible for him not to know, but he does not know this Xie Xuanyang.
Xie Xuanyang held his backhand vacantly, and there was a trace of red suffocation in the air, and a long sword with a white body and a black hilt gradually appeared in his hand. The blade of the sword was as bright as snow, but it was as if it was shimmering red.
Xie Xuanyang raised his sword, the tip of the sword pointed at Wen Ye. Wen Ye saw the yin and yang pendant black spikes hanging on the hilt of the sword in Xie Xuanyang's hand swaying slightly with his movements.
"The master doesn't hear it." Xie Xuanyang said with a light smile, "This sword's name is Chixiao Red Lotus."
Wen Ye was horrified. In the next instant, Xie Xuanyang raised the tip of his sword sharply, only to hear a loud "bang", and the stone roof above his head, which was not far from the ground, shattered, revealing an orange-red sky. At this time, it is the unitary time, and the sun slants to the west and dyes the sky red.
The dim red light shone through Shi Ding's hole and fell on Wen Ye's face, making his face even paler. He looked away from Xie Xuanyang and looked up at the people standing on the top. Among the men in armor headed by Gong Hongyi, the only man in white robe was very conspicuous.
The man looked down at him, his expressionless face making his lips tremble. He said in shock, "Qing, Qingxiao!"