"Is Sister Red Rose here?"

Fuji Peak, above the courtyard of the Sword God Palace, Zhao Wushuang strolled over.

With a frown, the red-haired girl sitting in her room slowly opened her eyes.

Although several of them are known as the Seven Sons of Daomen, it does not mean how good the relationship between them is.

Especially this Zhao Wushuang, Crimson Qiang doesn't like it very much.

It's not that because the other party likes herself, it makes her impatient.

There are more people who like her in the Daomen, and at the beginning, there were not a thousand, but more than eight hundred.

After touching more nails, the people also dispersed automatically.

Although Zhao Wushuang was the longest-holding among the all, when it was his turn to be obsessed, several of them had far surpassed him before.

And although Zao Woushuang showed that he liked her, he never crossed the line, and among Crimson Qiang's suitors, he could be said to be the most unobtable.

But because of this, Crimson Rose doesn't like it.

Crimson Qiang didn't know what love was, but she learned a lot from books.

Zao Wushuang, apparently not.

As a sword cultivator, Crimson Qiang is far beyond ordinary people in terms of feeling.

Zhao Wushuang may have hidden it well, but Crimson Qiang knew very well that he belonged to the same kind of person as himself.

The over-expansion of one emotion leads to the absence of other feelings.

Zhao Wushuang may care about her very much, but it is definitely not the so-called love, and there is no love.

Therefore, compared to the indifference of other pursuits, for Zhao Wushuang, Crimson Qiang is undisguised hate.

"Senior Sister Red Rose, I know you're here, the Demon Sacrifice Day is coming to an end, I'm just here to ask Senior Sister about your next itinerary, is it to continue to hunt the Demon Clan in the Demon Sacrifice Mountain Range? Without receiving an answer from Crimson Qiang, Zhao Wushuang didn't seem to care, and spoke again.

"No need. Speaking indifferently, Crimson Qiang said.

"Senior Sister Hongqiang, are you still not far away with me?" Zhao Wushuang had a look of helplessness on his face. "This time it's deep into the mountains. ”

With a slight frown, Crimson Qiang didn't speak, but lowered her head.

"Senior Sister Red Rose?"

He didn't speak for a long time, and Zhao Wushuang couldn't help but speak.

"What are you hiding?"

"Hmm, where did Senior Sister Hongqiang start with this?"

"Zhao Wushuang said a long time ago, I am a sword cultivator, I am born with a strong sense of sword, and after building the foundation, I have reached the realm of sword heart and clarity. You didn't come to discuss with me about going deep into the Demon Sacrifice Mountain Range, but to delay. ”

Before the words were finished, Crimson's face suddenly changed.

In a place like Fujimine, there are only two reasons for delaying her time.

One is to besiege himself, but this is obviously impossible, unless Zhao Wushuang wants to betray the Terrans.

The second is to make her unable to act and achieve other goals, such as Yang Xiaokai.

Sou!

I only heard a sound, and the next moment I rushed out of the room directly, and I was about to go in the direction of Yang Xiaokai without thinking about it.

"Get out of the way!"

After just two steps, he looked at the person standing in front of him, and his red eyes were like fire.

"I'm sorry, Sister Red Rose. Zhao Wushuang said with a look of helplessness on his face: "If you can, I really don't want to do anything with you." ”

"You're looking for death!"

His eyes spit out infinite killing intent, and the Crimson Qiang Long Sword was in his hand

After drawing hundreds of high-level talismans, Yang Xiaokai let out a sigh.

The so-called combination of work and rest can't be practiced with a dull head, right?

In fact, the time I joined the Daomen was only half a year, and it was only half a year before I fused, and it was definitely top-notch in the entire Daomen.

Fight for nature.

But until then, you have to rest.

By the way, I've been here for more than a month, and I haven't had a chance to take a good look at this place.

Fuji Peak not only has its most unique height, but also has a very spectacular place.

To the west of Fuji Peak, there is an abyss.

That place has existed since there was Fujiho.

For 10,000 years, many Daomen monks have gone down to explore.

It's a pity that after reaching a certain depth, there is no way to continue to go deeper.

There, at all times, there is a crooked wind.

According to the records inside the Dao Gate, this wind is not a natural wind, but a very peculiar yin wind, once it blows, a body of magic yuan will become unusable.

Whether it's a magic weapon, a puppet, or a talisman, it's all the same.

Where, everything can only be relied upon, ** itself.

It is rumored that there are body refining cultivators, who have gone down by relying on their own ** alone.

It's a pity that after going down to a certain distance, I had to withdraw from it, because there was not only a crooked wind blowing there, but also an evil fire, once it was burned, my heart was full of demons, and I couldn't help myself.

Yang Xiaokai naturally had no idea of going down.

However, wouldn't it be too wasteful not to take a look at such places of interest?

The thought fell, and Yang Xiaokai quickly walked towards the abyss.

It is rumored that the abyss is more than a kilometer in diameter, and judging from the traces, it is not a natural formation, as if it was carved out of something.

According to the records of the Daomen, it is very likely that the person who made this thing was a real immortal in the ancient world

Sure enough, it's deep enough.

Standing outside the abyss, Yang Xiaokai raised his eyes and looked at it, his expression shocking.

Even after 10,000 years, this abyss is still the same as the original record, and nothing has changed.

There is not a single grass in the surrounding area.

The abyss is black as a whole, and there is not a single ray of light in sight.

Leaning over, Yang Xiaokai gently pressed his palm on the stone on the edge of the abyss.

It's hard.

Now that his strength has exceeded a thousand catties, he has not even gotten a trace on it, let alone a mark, and he has not even gotten a trace of dust.

It's a strange place.

After observing for a while, Yang Xiaokai couldn't help but touch his chin, and couldn't help but start to wonder what kind of scene it would be like in the deepest part of this abyss.

It's a pity that except for the disciples of the Heavenly God Palace, no one can go down more than ten miles.

However, even if he was a disciple of the Heavenly God Palace, he had only walked about a hundred miles.

Hundreds of miles, it's not even to the point, this thing won't be derived all the way to the deepest part of this planet, right?

Yang Xiaokai was very curious, very curious.

"What's down there?"

"Excuse me, do you want to know, why don't I send you down?" Suddenly, a cold voice sounded.

His face changed, and Yang Xiaokai immediately turned around, but saw a person standing not far behind him at some point.

"It's you!" his pupils shrank, Yang Xiaokai couldn't help breathing, and his fists clenched involuntarily. "Huang Kun. ”

"Yes, it's me. ”

"Senior Huang, are you also here to visit this abyss?" Yang Xiaokai suddenly smiled and said.

"Junior, I said a long time ago that in the face of absolute power, all small tricks are meaningless. Huang Kun's face was cold. "Do you think I'm going to let my guard down on you?"

"You want to kill me?" Yang Xiaokai took a breath.

"It's up to you to choose. Huang Kun said lightly: "If you are tied, then I will only cut off your Dao root." If you resist, then you will be embarrassed, and you will not be killed. ”

"Cut off my Dao Root?" Yang Xiaokai's face turned cold, what is the difference between this and killing him?

"Not bad. ”

Immediately, Yang Xiaokai said gloomily: "Huang Kun, you are so bold, I am the Tianfu Palace." "Paralyzed, it's this miscellaneous again, why does he always come to trouble Lao Tzu?

"If you are as sharp as you are, you don't want to leave safely today. ”

Huang Kun had a sneer on his face, he had been waiting for this day for too long, too long.

"Give me death!"

He shouted lowly, but he saw the Yuanying-level puppet and came out.

Exercise!

In the face of Huang Kun's actions, Yang Xiaokai immediately knew that things were difficult to get better, but where did the other party have the courage to attack him directly?

Isn't he afraid of his teacher's action?