"So, or my futile one, isn't it?"

In the Ancient Stone Palace, Duan Chou looked at the figure in front of him lightly, and said with a chuckle.

In the distance, Wu Yue and the three of them looked at Ximen Fu coldly, they had seen each other for a long time, such a shameless real monk, they had seen each other for the first time.

Hearing this, the expression on Ximen Fu's face changed slightly, his heartstrings tightened, and he became more and more vigilant.

The young Taoist in front of him, dressed in a thundercloud Taoist robe and with indifferent eyes, is not a master who is easy to fool, in addition to a world-beating combat power, and with his reputation, there is also a hundred taboos and an extremely protective temperament.

Although Ximen Fu is not famous, he is also from the four major families, and he is a true person who has achieved Taoism and is very accurate, otherwise he would not have been sent by the Ximen family to guard the stone palace.

He clearly cut himself off, pouting with a trace of the subtle curvature of the corners of his mouth, reading a little bit of sarcasm, from the eyes that were shrouded in a layer of indifferent chuckles, but indifferent and ruthless, read the equality of all beings, the avenue of the sky.......

Therefore nothing in the world shall be killed!

What the edge refers to is the monstrous sea of blood, endless slaughter and silence, gods and demons can be punished, and immortals can also be killed!

This kind of person is undoubtedly the most terrible in the world, because this kind of person is idealistic and sword-only, as long as he is offended, as long as he is blocked from the way, he can almost swing his sword without hesitation, lawless, and ignore the order of all living beings!

"The sect master said with a smile, although Wu Yue Xiaoyou is still shallow in the Tao, but his temperament and qualifications are extremely generous and excellent, otherwise the sect master will not accept him to get started, and personally pass on this supreme mysterious Taoist supernatural power. ”

"It is also a few disciples of the Burning Sun Sword Sect, who have repeatedly offended, and do not know how to advance or retreat, because their mouths are not inferior, and their words insult the master, so they will anger Wu Yue Xiaoyou and start killing. ”

Because of this, Lao Dao thought about it again and again, and felt that he should take Wu Yue to meet Zhongli Daoyou and resolve the matter. ”

Ximen Fu's face was gentle and indifferent, just like when he first met, like a spring breeze, when he spoke, he was completely like a true and ancient way, and he thought about it, as if he was planning for Wu Yue again.

These words are all true, and even have the meaning of tactful flattery, but they don't realize it, but they are only when Ximen Fu is deliberately flattering and clinging to Xuantian Sect.

But in the eyes of Wu Yue and the others, it is clear that he is excusing himself, with two faces in front of him and behind him, extremely brazen!

The frightened temperament is indifferent, Yu Jingchen is cold, Wu Yue is even more silent, the three of them get together, looking at the shameless Ximen Fu with a lotus flower in his mouth, his eyes are spitting fire, but he can't say a word.

Nothing else, just facts.

Although there is obviously a distortion of the meaning, what Ximen Fu said is the truth, the three of them are not good at words, and they are juniors, and real people are in person, even if they have words, it is difficult to speak.

Lin Xiaoyuan and Situ Ling glanced at each other, their eyes were cold, what is the truth, they can see it clearly outside the Gushi Palace, Ximen Fu's temperament and thoughts, and he is even more transparent, but it is ridiculous that he is still pretending to be here and talking, but he doesn't know the result, it has already been doomed.

In the eyes of the two, Ximen Fu is already a dead man.

Ximen Fu said so much, but Broken Sorrow didn't answer, just glanced at him with a smile, with deep meaning in his eyes, which made the former's heart chill, and before he could speak again, Broken Sorrow raised the seal in his hand, and a golden light shot out and was printed into the void.

The light is bright, condensed into a circle, only changing in an instant, forming a golden mirror hanging in the air, breaking sorrow and facing the mirror to cast a spell, the Taoist seal is played, the golden light mirror is like water, with a trace of ripples, suddenly like a reflection of time, a scene emerges.

Wu Yue and the others looked at the Xuanguang Mirror blankly, at this moment, the scenes displayed on the Xuanguang Mirror were all the pictures from the time they had just stepped into the Ancient Stone Palace.

Xuanguang technique, peeking into the heavens and the blue underworld, illuminating the nine hells, life and death are inseparable, but there is breath remaining, all of which can illuminate the past and present, the three realms and nine shadows, although there is no offensive and defensive use, but it is also a mysterious top-level supernatural power.

With the cultivation of the present, you can't see the future or the heavens, but you can use the mirror of Xuanguang to exert your magical powers, but to a certain extent, you can see the past, and that's the case.

Looking at the scenes reflected on the Xuanguang mirror, the stone palace was silent, and the monks didn't even dare to raise their heads for the sake of sorrow and intimidation, and one or two of them were bold and peeked, and their eyes were wide open, and their faces were full of shock.

Lin Xiaoyuan's eyes lit up, looking at Yu Jingchen's ice extermination, domineering side leakage, Wu Yue's heavy sword rushing to thunder, killing all directions, and couldn't help but admire again and again, and there was no envy in her eyes.

Wu Yue and the three of them looked at the past again, and all the beings were in their eyes, and they were also touched in their hearts, and they had a lot of insights.

In the field, there was only one person who looked at it, the more his heart sank, his face became more and more ugly, his pupils constricted, and even revealed an indescribable fear and panic.

The clever tongue is like a spring, the heart is treacherous, the mouth is bright, and the black and white are reversed, what are you most afraid of?!

The evidence is ironclad!

Unable to return to the sky!

Ximen Fu never thought that there was such a mysterious and powerful supernatural power in Broken Sorrow, and he could look at the sky at a glance, see the passage of time and space, and the long river of time, in the face of the facts, no matter how sophistry he was, humility and humility, he could not distort this ironclad evidence.

In the Xuanguang mirror, every expression change on Ximen Fu's face, his gaze, seemed to be infinitely magnified, and there was no escape.

When the image in the mirror saw him sitting and watching the killing, full of anger and whipping to suppress the scene, Ximen Fu looked at the sad sorrow standing with his hands in his hands, still expressionless, and finally couldn't suppress it, and said urgently: "Sect Master, the matter is not .........."

"If there is no fighting, why do you need to rely on the sword to fight blood? If there is no war, why do you need the national art and military book? If there is no greed and unkindness, and the lives are ruined, why do we need to change our lives against the sky and call for wind and rain?"

"Wu Yue, Shocking Wind, Yu Jingchen, no matter what the background and qualifications of the sect are, after all, you are a junior, you are the respect of the real person, the elder of the first palace, they committed the following crimes, and there is nothing wrong with you suppressing it, but there is no need to explain it to this seat. ”

Broken sorrow's face was calm, and he waved his hand to interrupt Ximen Fu's argument and spoke lightly.

At this point, he paused slightly, looked at Ximen Fu, who was obviously relieved, and then looked back at Wu Yue, who was silent, swept the indignant gazes of everyone, and said lightly:

"However, Wu Yue is my disciple after all, although the entry time is still short, the qualifications are dull, and he is not very competitive, but he can't tolerate others to bully and kill. If the son does not teach, the father is wrong, and the disciple does not teach, and the teacher is wrong!"

"Elder Simon, just now you gave advice to the juniors, and this seat is now willing to take the disciples' behalf and learn one or two more. ”

(End of chapter)