With the ruthless method of striking first, the Qing Shui Shangren did not fall behind in the battle with the Golden Boy and the Fire Eyebrow Tuo.

In fact, if the two sides compete in an upright manner, after a long time, the weakness of the two people in the body of the Qing Shui and the blood monk will be exposed, and the result will be an ugly loss. Cultivating the true fighting method, cultivating to the level is the basis of combat power, but it is not necessarily the whole reason for victory.

At this time, the blood monk had already been summoned back to his side by the Qing Shui Shangren.

Master Qing Shui stretched out his hand to gently dust off the stains on the blood monk's outer robe, and said with concern: "Brother monk, look at your body, you have to break your clothes every time you fight with others, this is the eighth big red robe I have changed for you, I know you like blood red." Oops, you see your face is broken, the two bald heads on the opposite side are really not a good thing, they are so ruthless. As evil cultivators, we must condemn this kind of behavior of slapping your face, they are clearly jealous of your appearance. ”

The Blood Monk nodded and replied blankly, "Yan ...... Value......"

The symptoms of schizophrenia in the Shimizu are always revealed in the communication with the Blood Monk, and the conversation between him and the Blood Monk may only be understood by himself. This is also a side effect of him refining the blood monk into a human extreme puppet.

"Article 36 of the Code of Evil Cultivation, if you can't beat it, you can run. Brother Blood Monk, let's go. After speaking, Master Qing Shui took out a large handful of yellow paper talismans and threw them behind him.

"Bang bang, bang bang. Dozens of yellow paper talismans burst open.

Suddenly, the yellow mist filled the sky, obscuring the sun, as if a sandstorm was coming.

The strange thing is that in the large yellow mist, there seem to be dozens of figures walking back and forth, eerie and terrifying. Due to the blessing of the power of the Dao Talisman in the yellow mist, the divine sense and vision within a radius of a hundred zhang could not be accurately judged.

When the two of them on the opposite side reacted, they were no longer able to capture the shadows of the two people on the Qing Shui and the blood monk.

"What's going on? Do they still have so many helpers?" Seeing the figures walking back and forth in the mist, the Fire Eyebrows were suspicious.

"Those aren't real people, they're just a trick. The golden boy on the side stared for a moment, and then judged accurately.

The Golden Boy cultivates the Buddha Sect Boy Gong, and his soul power is much higher than that of the monks of the same level. And the observation of soul power fluctuations is also what he is good at, and those small changes will be captured by him.

After a while, when the large yellow mist in front of him gradually faded, Huo Meitou vaguely saw that the figures walking back and forth in the mist turned out to be some cardboard people.

These cardboard figures are all one person high, and the surface is crookedly outlined with facial features and general appearance according to the appearance of the person and the blood monk on the clear water. Each cardboard figure has the word "soldier" written on its feet, and they walk back and forth without colliding with each other. And the real Qing Shui Shangren and the Blood Monk have long since disappeared.

"It's the art of the Daomen's runes. Don't look at the rough appearance of these paper figures, the mystery is also quite deep, this is the first time I have seen it. The Golden Boy explained.

"Hmph! Evil Cultivator!" said Fire Eyebrow Disdainfully.

Then, Huo Mei Toutuo flipped his wrist and used the purple gold bowl in his palm to cover the dozens of cardboard runes on the opposite side.

"Poof", the fire flashed.

A flaming tiger the size of a zhang jumped out of the purple gold bowl. The flame tiger is solid, and the tail of the fire swings, swallowing the breath of fire. Then a few jumps, and the opposite side turned into a sea of fire. And the paper men twisted in the firelight and were burned to ashes.

Looking at the burned paper man Fu soldier in front of him, Huo Meituo also sulked in his chest, and threw down a sentence: "Crooked and evil ways, tricks that don't go into the stream." ”

After speaking, he raised the purple gold bowl in his hand, and the flame tiger turned into a flame of light, and with a swish, it was retracted into the purple gold bowl as if nothing had happened.

......

Ten miles away, the Qing Shui Master and the Blood Monk were holding hands and hiding in a faint cloud of blue water, galloping away. It is the technique of water escape that the people of Qing Shui are good at.

"Brother Blood Monk, I didn't help you get the Blood Soul this time, it's all my brother's fault. Next time, I will definitely catch a few alive ones, so that you can suck a few mouthfuls of blood souls. Master Shimizu said.

The blood monk still replied dumbfoundedly: "Blood, soul." ”

After a while, their figures disappeared into the distant woodland wrapped in a cloud of blue water.

......

Huomei Toutuo searched back and forth in the same place a few times, but he didn't notice the slightest trace of the two people on the water.

"Senior Brother Huomei, don't look for it. There may have been traces before, but when you burn it like this, there will be nothing. The golden boy said truthfully.

"Hmph! These two evil cultivators are really cunning. Fire eyebrows said.

"I guess they've fled. The two of them also have some means, even if we can catch up and kill them, we don't dare to guarantee that we won't be injured. When the time comes, the major event of delaying our recovery of the Buddha's relics will outweigh the losses. The golden boy said calmly.

"Senior brother, what you said is reasonable, let these two evil cultivators go this time. Next time, the poor monk must overtake them. "Huomei Toutuo bowed to the Buddha with one hand and said viciously.

"After this sudden conflict, it calmed people down. You and I may have gone in the wrong direction at all. Otherwise, with the purple gold bowl in your hand, how could you not sense the location of the ruins of the great array. The golden boy said.

"When you say that, I think so. Didn't the "Senior Brother Qingyan" who entered the Qinghuo Demon Domain with us go in the other direction? Maybe there will be a harvest on his side, calculate the time, why don't we go back and find Senior Brother Qingyan. The three of us can discuss the next steps together. Since an evil cultivator like the Qing Shui Shangren can enter the Blue Fire Demon Domain, there must be other evil cultivators entering this place. Only when the three of us brothers and sisters gather together can we ensure the greatest combat power. If you encounter these evil cultivators again, you won't be in such a hurry. The Fire Eyebrow seemed to have an enlightened idea, and suggested.

"Senior Brother Huomei, when you're not angry, your head is still quite bright. The Golden Boy quipped.

"Hey, hey. Huo Meitou raised a hand and touched his bald head, and smirked embarrassedly.

After the two of them discussed, they returned in the direction they had come. There is no need to search, plus the path is already familiar. The speed at which the two of them returned seemed to be more than twice as fast as when they came, and the wind was under their feet, and they disappeared at the end of the ground in a blink of an eye.

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The purple sun in the sky gradually slanted to the west, dragging a longer and longer shadow behind all the scenes on the earth.

On an inconspicuous uphill slope, there is just a slightly raised smooth boulder.

And on the boulder is sitting cross-legged a middle-aged monk with a fire eyebrow, and the two golden boys are wearing the same apricot-colored monk's robes.

This monk has a big square face, thick eyebrows and a wide mouth, his eyes are slightly closed, his hands are folded, and he does not move at all, as if he is sitting in meditation, and even the monk's robe outside his body is as deep as the rock under his feet.

Although he was just sitting cross-legged, he still showed his burly and tall figure, his body seemed to be connected with the boulder under him, and he did not emit a trace of additional spiritual power fluctuations, strong and tough.

At this time, a yellow bird that had been busy all day landed on the shoulder of the great monk. The yellow bird's agile little head looked left and right, and when he saw that there was no risk, he stayed on the monk's shoulder and combed the feathers on his body with his sharp beak. After that, the yellow bird's eyelids are half-closed. After resting for a while, the yellow bird spread its wings and flew to a high place, leaving only a small residual feather on the shoulder of the great monk.

The immovable rock, the immovable monk, the agile yellow bird, a picture of movement in stillness.

Without him, this person is the "Qingyan Monk" who is one of the "three sons of King Kong" of the Golden Buddha Temple with Huo Meitoutuo and the Golden Boy.

"It's been two days since I was separated from the two junior disciples, and after I have been searching all the way with the Rock Secret Technique, it is certain that the direction I chose should be the right one, and a large Buddhist gate array is in this direction. According to the agreement, if the two junior disciples can't find the clues of the big array, they should return to find me, so it is better for me to wait for them here for half a day. Qingyan Monk thought in his heart, his body still motionless.

A falcon with snow-white feathers hovers high in the sky, and it looks down on the earth. Although this falcon is not large, its whole body is white, and the temperament and spiritual power fluctuations it exudes indicate that it is a spiritual bird with a little spiritual talent.

Suddenly, the white-feathered falcon spread its wings and swooped down like a white fly. A yellow bird was reflected in its eagle eyes, and the yellow bird didn't know if it was the one on the shoulder of the Qingyan monk before.

The white-feathered falcon's silver hook-like talons had reached the yellow bird's head, but the little yellow bird was unaware.

"Whoosh-"

At this moment, a blood-colored arrow swept through the air at a faster speed. With a pop, it shot straight through the neck of the white-feathered falcon.

The white-feathered falcon didn't have time to make a scream before it fell headlong. Only then did the yellow bird discover the falling white-feathered falcon, and in a panic, fluttered its wings and fled into a dense forest.

Suddenly, a black figure rose from the ground, and the man just stretched out his hand and grabbed the falling white-feathered falcon in his hand.

This person is a Taoist, and the Taoist robe on his body is torn in several places, which is the "Yushan Old Dao" dressed up by Zhang San.

At this time, the "Yushan Old Road" was as white as paper, and his complexion was a little ugly.

"The body of this Yushan old Dao is actually a little disobedient, most of it is that this Yushan old Dao has been sucking the blood soul of the spirit bird for a long time, and the body has become dependent on the blood soul, plus the previous battle with Liu Haiyu with this body, the load is not small. For now, I can only quench my thirst with the blood of this white-feathered falcon. Yu Shan Lao Dao grabbed the white-feathered falcon in one hand and muttered to himself.

Immediately, he sucked hard through his nose, and a line of blood was sucked out of the wound on the falcon's neck and into his nostrils.

"Little guy, it's not me Zhang San who wants to kill you. It's Yushan Lao Dao who wants to drink your blood, you know?" he said, casually throwing the corpse of the white-feathered falcon aside.

With the replenishment of the spirit bird's blood soul, the face of "Yushan Old Dao" gradually became ruddy.

"This body is too troublesome to walk in this Blue Fire Demon Domain, and it will affect the tasks I have to complete next. It seems that I have to find a more suitable body to better hide myself. As for the ones in my ghost flags, they were all hunted by me many years ago, and their sudden appearance in this Qinghuo Demon Domain will inevitably arouse suspicion. I don't know, where is the next person to be killed by me?" Yu Shan Lao Dao thought in his heart, and suddenly the corner of his eyes lit up, and he seemed to have noticed something.