Chapter 1187

Enjoying a rare warm moment, Song Fei's spirit became extremely relaxed. This was a very rare relaxation after entering the Tianding battlefield.

Holding Jun wanshuang and enjoying the tender and smooth feel, Song Fei joked: "these two babies are really poor. They haven't had a name after being with you for so long."

Jun wanshuang turned his eyelids and looked at Song Fei. He was not angry and said, "it's not for you to be a father. If it's not for you, I'd have named them. The woman's name is dog egg and the man's name is dog residue."

"That's unreasonable." Song Fei pretended to blow his beard and stare, and said with a sullen face, "for your sake, I'll spare you this time. Well, I'll think about what name to give them."

After a while, Song Fei patted Jun on the thigh and said, "yes, the boy's name is Yue Zhonghua and the woman's name is Yue Xiaxia."

After thinking about it, Jun wanshuang frowned and said, "the girl's name is Yue Xiaxia. It's OK. The boy, Yue Zhonghua? Yue Huazong? It's too ugly. I don't like it. Change it."

"That's right." Song Fei continued to think and said, "that's Yue Sihua."

"Yue Sihua? Sihua, well, that's almost the same." Jun wanshuang finally accepted.

Song Fei sighed silently. Only himself can truly understand the meaning of these two names. Sihua, Xiaxia, sihuaxia and miss Huaxia. Even after living in this world for thousands of years, the bits and pieces of previous lives in China still linger in his mind. Instead of fading away, they are like wine. The more they brew, the more mellow they become.

Even now, Song Fei still feels that he is still Chinese and his roots are in China. Even after thousands of reincarnations, he still thinks he is Chinese from his heart.

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This is a hot underground world. More than a dozen people are standing at the entrance of a cave in an underground world. This is a big hole three meters high and two meters wide, but there is a fire in it. The fire is not hot, but the whole underground world is red.

An old man in black stood at the entrance of the cave, followed by the old man with a feather fan. However, in front of them, there was still a young man in black. At the moment, the young man in black pinned his hands behind him and turned his back to them.

The next few people stood away from a distance, even vaguely led by young people.

"Lu Jian, let me see the prisoners." the young man said faintly.

"Yes, childe!" Lu Jian, an old man in a black cloak, respectfully arched his hands, then grabbed an old man with disheveled hair from the magic weapon of space and casually grabbed it on the old man's head stove, regardless of whether the old man was uncomfortable or not.

At the moment, the old man was imprisoned all over and couldn't speak. He could only wait for Lu Jian with a pair of angry eyes, a feeling of choosing people to eat.

"That's the man, the same flame as Yue Tianyu used?" the young man in black looked at the old man with disheveled hair.

"I'll report back to you, young master. He's called Yangxia mountain. He's a subordinate of Yue Tianyu. He was captured by us on the way to meet Yue Tianyu. Like Yue Tianyu, he has the strength of earth immortals when he is in the realm of human immortals." Lu Jian, master Lu of Tianding mountain, shows a very respectful and docile attitude at the moment, It is in sharp contrast to the previous appearance of killing Yangxia mountain and Yangda.

The young man nodded and said, "in that case, their strength should be related to the flame."

"Childe, is this really the legendary flame?" Lu Jian whispered, his eyes filled with strong greed.

The young man waved his hand and said, "don't bother about what you shouldn't know. You can't have this kind of flame. This time, seize this Yangxia mountain and count it as your great skill. I will personally give you a flame cultivation skill of our family."

"Ah, thank you, childe." Lu Jian said happily. Although he was greedy for the flame on Yangxia mountain, Lu Jian also knew that if he really had the flame, he might end up much better than Yangxia mountain. However, if the people in front of them recognized themselves as the second in the three realms, they didn't dare to recognize themselves as the first.

"Well, let's start." the young man said faintly.

"Yes, childe!" Lu Jian held Yangxia mountain's neck in his left hand and took out a sharp dagger in his right hand. He easily separated the carotid artery on Yangxia mountain's neck. Immediately, Lu Jian pointed the bleeding wound on Yangxia mountain at the fiery red cave and left the blood drop by drop.

With the blood of Yangxia mountain rippling, the fire red cave changed a little, and the original fire light in it burned rapidly.

Yangxia mountain was held in his hand by Lu Ban. His expression was distorted and looked very painful. His mouth was gently opened, as if he was silently cursing and roaring.

More than ten people were present, and no one cared whether he was comfortable or uncomfortable in Yangxia mountain.

"Childe, it really works." Lu Jian looked at the same cave and screamed.

"Yes, it seems that his blood does have an effect." although the young man kept his face calm, his eyes were uncontrollably excited, and his expression flashed.

"Childe, my subordinates heard a long time ago that the secret place under the seal here may be related to the Sun God Emperor. Is this true?" Lu couldn't help asking.

Hearing this, the young man in black suddenly turned back and suddenly a mana gushed out of his body. Lu Jian's body was directly impacted by the mana of the young man in black and flew backwards and embedded on the wall in the distance.

"Poof!" Lu Jian touched his chest with a mouthful of blood.

Soon, a red flame appeared on the young man in black. The flame spread its power and suddenly hit Lu Jian.

Lu Jian, who was embedded in the wall, suddenly realized something. His body trembled. The old man who had stood beside him with a feather fan lowered his head and dared not say more.

The other people in black standing in the distance had no change in their faces and were unmoved by Lu Jian's life and death.

"Young master, spare your life, young master." Lu Jian showed a pleading expression, "for my sake of grasping Yangxia mountain, spare me."

"Hum!" the young man clenched his fist, and the red flame dissipated outside his fist. "If you don't have a place to use you, today is your death."

"Thank you, young master." Lu Jian lowered his head and thanked him quickly. He didn't dare to ask any more questions.

Yangxia mountain's blood continued to stay. At the moment, his face showed a morbid pallor because of excessive blood loss.

The fire in the cave became more and more vigorous because the more blood poured by Yangxia mountain.

At the same time, the young man said faintly, "if you do a good job, you will benefit from opening this place. If you leak it out, you will not be far from death."

"Yes, my subordinates know. Thank you for not killing me." Lu Jian hurriedly said.

After a while, the young man in black sighed and said, "no, the blood of Yangxia mountain is not enough to solve the seal here. Haven't you heard from Yangda?"