"Where is he?"
Chen Yi was straightforward, which made Di Ting's face change slightly: "Have you thought clearly? Luofeng Mountain's heritage is not comparable to that of just one mountain."
"where?"
Repeated again.
Di Ting hesitated for a long time, then pointed in the direction: "Your Excellency, it's too late to regret now. At worst, the poor monk will show off his face and talk to the ghost emperor candidate."
He was suddenly a little worried that Chen Yi would show off his bravery and involve him.
"You stay here, don't move."
Chen Yi's body swayed, golden light spread across the ground, and he disappeared in an instant. Di's pupils narrowed slightly when he heard it: "The ancient lost magical power...how many trump cards does he have?"
In fact, Chen Yi himself couldn’t even explain the specific figures, they were so vast!
…
Fengdu City.
Three thousand eight hundred miles of bare land, with iron beds, woks, soup, knives, mountains, swords and trees, white bones towering over the capital, and doubtful tombs standing in the dense forest. In the central mansion, Luo Lie cross-legged, meditating and recuperating.
The candidate Ghost Emperor from Luofeng Mountain was guarding the tower to protect him.
Sudden.
In the distance, I saw the sword intent soaring into the sky, a white rainbow penetrating the sun, and the biting sword wind whistling with the fierce sword energy. Ignoring the city defense formation, it passed over the dome of ghosts and approached the city tower.
"Qiang!"
A corner of the city gate was flattened, which was not harmful but highly insulting. It was just for provocation. The ghost emperor candidate frowned and opened his ghost eyes, looking forward: "Chen Changgeng..."
"Uh-huh!"
Stepping out of the city, Chen Yi stood with his sword leaning against the tree, calm and composed. The Ghost King candidate was slightly startled, and immediately gave up the idea of taking action directly, and instead said politely:
"Fellow Daoist Chen, I have admired your name for a long time, but I don't know why you are visiting me late at night."
Chen Yi clicked his chin:
"Didn't ask for advice?"
"Luo Ye, thanks to the wrong love of the mountain master, I have been granted the title of "Luo Feng Mountain Walk" for this generation.
Move backstage and tell Chen Yi clearly that if you are going to make trouble, you'd better first consider whether you are qualified and whether you can withstand Luo Fengshan's revenge.
Naturally, Chen Yi didn't care about his threat, and remained calm-faced: "I came here just to ask for something from you. If you hand it over, I will turn around and leave."
Luo Ye said "Oh":
"What?"
"The Umbrella of Buzhou Merit and Virtue."
boom!
As soon as he finished speaking, Luo Lie's face suddenly darkened, and the terrifying evil aura enveloped the air and exploded with a gloomy ghostly aura. The pretentious fellow Taoist stopped shouting and said in a dark voice:
"you wanna die?"
"ha."
Chen Yi chuckled lightly, held the sword behind his back with one hand, and held it forward with one palm:
"Please advise."
Since we can't come to an agreement, let's do it first without talking nonsense.
"Die to me!"
The roar shook the sky.
Luo Ye raised his eyebrows and saw endless forest light, evoking the blood moon in the sky. A majestic sea of blood gushes out from the Zi Mansion, winding up, and a blood boat sails across the bones everywhere.
"Please enter the boat and board my other shore!"
Weird whispers, like a swan song under the starry sky, are pervasive.
"Qiang!"
Chen Yi no longer worked hard to suppress his sword intention. The young swordsman, who was almost standing at the end of the sword path, flicked his wrist, thrust the sword horizontally, and moved the sword smoothly in one go.
The pure sword intention did not wantonly vent to the surrounding world, but suddenly converged to the size of his fingertips, like a bright moon, being held up in the palm of his hand.
at the same time.
The blood boat on the clouds, which was as majestic as the mountains, and the terrifying blood energy that seemed to block out the sky and the sun, retreated on their own like a dragon on land when they saw the real dragon in the sky.
It comes like a bursting flood and goes away like a receding tide.
On the other hand, Chen Yi's sword intention of defeating and not killing is like a pagoda growing out of a sea of blood. As soon as this sword comes out, it is like a Buddha standing in a golden body, turning his hand to calm the sea of blood, letting you make huge waves, not daring to surge to the sky!
The blood moon goes out.
Luo Ye stared at Chen Yi in disbelief and struggled to utter a few words:
"You...become a god in half a step?"
No answer.
Russian qing.
He discovered something himself, and his eyes widened even more, as if he had seen a ghost: "No, you are not a candidate, your aura...I understand, it turns out to be you!"
