Hong Yi nodded slightly, his face unchanged, was about to speak, and suddenly his ears moved, and heard the sound of footsteps outside, and then a woman and an old man walked into the room under the guidance of the slave in front.

“Tina, you’re finally back from overseas!”What about the deal between us?”The woman was wearing a snow-white dress with a ribbon on her head and a special exotic style.It was Murong Yan of the cloud-based country, who had contact with each other when Hong Yi had not yet grown up.

The old man behind her is the master of the high-ranking master of the cloud-based master, called the uncle, and also the men of Murong Yan.

Hong Yi's face showed a smile, raised his hand to release a god's light, in the light is a slender jade sword, Murong Yan see, rushed to seize, directly into the jade sword.

Brush!The sword exploded, and the jade sword exuded a sharp breath.

"This flying sword is really good, I did not expect Hong Yi you made out of the weapon, even can play the role of bleeding steel, warm spirit mind!" 」

After getting the inheritance of Gao Cheng, Hong Yi has been trained into a family god, can condense the real fire, and refine some tools for him to be very relaxed.

And with the three real fire quenching out of the weapon, and this world's blood-print steel, has the role of warm spirit, Murong Yan found this, he asked Hong Yi to give her a refiner, she paid the corresponding price.

"Hong Yi, the breath on your body gives people a feeling of pure yang, there is no ordinary gloomy cold ... have you already passed through the thunder and robbery to become a ghost fairy?"The uncle, on the side, noticed that Hong Yi's around breath was somewhat strange, and couldn't help but ask.

Hearing this, Murong Yan suddenly turned his attention away from the jade sword, and then his eyes fell on Hong Yi, she was a high-miss of the Xuantian Pavilion, with eyes, and carefully observed that there was something wrong with Hong Yi.

"The breath is pure sun, this is the breath of the devil!"Hong Yi, what an adventure have you got, I remember when you left Yujing City to go south, or just a samurai in the stage of skating?After a while, have you reached this level?You know, the two halls of my Xuantian Pavilion, the three major teachers of the Yunmeng Kingdom, have not reached such a state?"

Murong Yan shook his head, as if he could not believe his eyes.

Hong Yi's face appeared a faint smile, said: "Your eyes are good, good, I have trained into the innate spirit, the Yuan god into a pure sun, the strength and the thunder and demon fairy is equivalent!"

“The pure sun?What kind of practice are you cultivating?Is the Spirit pure the sun, not the yang god in the legend?Why is there such a thing as a pure yang?”Murong Yan frowned and asked incredulously.

"Hahaha, what I cultivate is the innate birth path of the innate, and the ordinary ghosts of thunder and robbery are different, the so-called refining of gas, refining the spirit of God, refining the gods, the innate sect where I am, condensed the spirit of the three treasures into the spirit, through the four or nine small thunder and looting, can turn the spirit of the spirit into a pure sun, it is precisely because of this, I have refined the magic treasure, can contain the pure sun breath, have the role of nourishing the spirit!"

Hong Yi said, suddenly stretched out his palms in front of his uncle, a hand composed of vitality whistling out, black and white vitality, exuding a vast pure yang breath, this is Gao Cheng has shown the yin and yang grab.

Uncle is already a martial arts master in the field of myelin, but in the face of yin and yang big picks, there is no room for hand back, and he looks at the black and white palms to take him to the side.After a moment, the uncle recovered from the immobile state.

Hong Yi has not yet shown his physical strength, and only with the cultivation of the spirit, he shocked the uncle and Murong Yan.

“The a priori?Why have you never heard of this sect?Is it the ancient gatekeeper?The innate way of the Yuan God, the degree of cultivation, is weaker than the demonic immortals!”

Murong Yan kept thinking in her heart, and then her eyes lit up and asked, “Hong Gongzi, do you not know that the ancestors still recruit disciples?”If I recruit a disciple, can I worship in the innate religion?”

“Aren’t you a student of the temple?”Hung Yi was slightly surprised and couldn’t help but ask.

Murong Yan's face showed a hint of complexity and did not speak.

The uncle sighed and said, "Mrs. Hong, my lady has decided to cut off contact with the Yunmenguo and the Xuantian Pavilion... The elders in the family even decided to send the young lady to the champion prince as a maid, if she agrees to this, the consequences of the young lady are worrying, so we are directly to Yujing City and ready to settle here for a while!"

"That's it!But if you worship the innate things, I will also report to Master!Let him promise!”Hong Yi said.

Murong Yan and Uncle looked at each other, Hong Yi has already been the cultivation of the remnant of the ghosts and immortals, then his master, must still be above him, and he is a resnabator.

In the past, a martial arts master or master of the possessed realm could cross the world, but in recent years, Wusheng and ghosts have emerged in an endless stream, and the original martial arts masters have gradually become ordinary people.

The two naturally could not think that with the passage of time, Hong Yi grew rapidly, and it would not take long for even Wusheng to emerge one by one.

...

In the west mountain, in the middle of the night, the cold and sad, slightly broken autumn moon temple stood between the dead trees, the wind and grass, and the sound of foxes and wolves came from far away.In this cold night, the cold wind blows, the wolf fox roars, and there is a sad and gloomy breath.

Hong Yi walked slowly along the path of the western mountain towards a hillside, and behind him, followed by twenty or thirty slaves, and it had been a year since he had last visited the western mountain.

"A year ago, I was still a man with no hand and chicken, and he was lucky to meet the Yuanfei girl, Mr. Bai and the master!"If it is not for the master's gift and I am a disciple, maybe I am still trapped in the Houfu, watching the faces of Madame Zhao and those slaves!And now, my body has reached the level of Wusheng and Yuanshen reaching the level of resnavigation and immortality.According to the congenital path of immortality, I am now in the fourth order.It’s half a step away from the fifth!”

Hung Yi returned to a familiar place and felt a thousand feelings in his heart.I am truly grateful to the Master.I don’t know where Master is now.

He stepped up, and behind him were more than twenty slaves, with drinks, fruits, candles and other things, ready to come to the side of the western mountain to worship his mother.His mother, Dreaming of the ice cloud, died of vomit blood many years ago, was desolately buried on this western mountain, with only a small grave, which proved the existence of this saint, who was too on the road.

At this time, Hong Yi suddenly stopped, he saw his mother's grave, standing a shadow, this person is the great master of the Dak Dynasty, Wu Wen Hou Hongxuan.