"Go see what they're up to!"

Jin Fushen waved his hand at an inner disciple behind him.

The disciple's cultivation was not bad, and he hurriedly ran to the disciples who were meditating in the square, and what made Jin Fushen's pupils shrink was that after the disciple ran over, he seemed to be stunned, and even sat down cross-legged, looking ahead, and his expression became pious.

"There's a big problem in this place!" Elder Zong sighed lightly, "Emperor Immortal Palace's First Heaven, what does it mean?"

Jin Fu's face was calm, and he really wanted to understand the situation, so he walked quickly behind the last row of meditating disciples, and looked ahead, his face sank.

He couldn't see it in the distance, but now he clearly saw an old man with a somewhat transparent body, wearing a long robe, standing in front of the group of disciples, dancing with his hands and his mouth open and closed, as if he was talking about something, and an incomprehensible voice was echoing everywhere.

Elder Zong and Zhao Changshou also walked over, their eyes showing surprise.

The two of them also saw the transparent old man, but they couldn't understand what the old man was talking about.

But those disciples clearly understood it, and they listened very seriously!

"Is it the thoughts of people who died before?" Zhao Changshou guessed, "After death, you are still doing what you did before you died?"

"He has been harming others during his lifetime, harming his own people?" Elder Zong pointed to a disciple sitting not far away, "Look at him, he is about to die." ”

Zhao Changshou looked over, the disciple that the sect elder was referring to had blood flowing out of his ears, blood also flowing from his nose, and the breath of life was rapidly declining, but the disciple didn't know it, his eyes looked at the transparent old man intently, and his expression was still full of fanaticism.

"Want to confuse my Golden Lotus Peak disciple?"

Jin Fushen's body suddenly erupted with immortal fivefold realm cultivation fluctuations, and with a shake of his body, he flew towards the transparent old man, and slapped his palm, but what surprised him was that the palm of his hand actually penetrated through the old man's body, without affecting the other party in the slightest, and the old man didn't seem to notice the existence of Jin Fushen, and still danced and talked.

Jin Fushen retracted his hand, frowned and pondered for a moment, and then stood beside the old man, his hands behind his back, and said loudly in a deep voice containing the power of immortality: "The disciple of Golden Lotus Peak obeys his orders, and today this master will open the altar and preach!"

Immediately after, the sound of Jin Fushen buzzed and enveloped the entire square, which was quite shocking. Elder Zong listened for a moment, and said to Zhao Changshou: "Senior Brother Changshou, what the Golden Palm Seat said is something that he pressed the bottom of the box, and it is rare to say it in normal times, but now the opportunity is rare, so we have to listen carefully." ”

Zhao Changshou nodded and said, "I have to listen." ”

After a while, the eyes of many disciples gradually became clearer, and they could no longer see the transparent old man in their eyes, nor could they hear the old man's voice, only Jin Fushen, who was standing there with his hands in his hands.

Jin Fushen's brows gradually relaxed, and he spoke for a while, and shouted: "Wake up!"

Those disciples seemed to have a thunderous explosion in their hearts, their bodies shook, and they looked left and right in shock, as if they had an unbelievable dream, and when they looked back, they couldn't even remember what the transparent old man said!

Burst!

Immediately afterward, someone began to spurt blood and collapsed to the ground.

The remaining disciples who were not so affected hurriedly ran over to help, feeding the pills to those disciples who seemed to have suffered serious internal injuries, with a look of horror on their faces.

And the transparent old man is gone.

"Don't scatter everyone, gather all together!"

Under Jin Fushen's order, the disciples of Jin Lianfeng began to gather together, and the disciples in charge counted the number of people, and found that there were more than a dozen people missing.

The panic on the faces of the disciples intensified.

This huge cave, with its gloomy buildings, seems to be hiding a lot of fierce beasts, and it is taking advantage of people's attention to open its huge mouth to swallow people......

Knock knock!

Crunch!

It was at this moment that a strange voice suddenly came from an attic next to the square, Jin Fushen glanced over there, and with a wave of his robe sleeves flew over, slamming the door with a palm, and what he saw inside made the corners of his mouth twitch.

I saw a disciple with his hands on the ground, slamming his body against the floor.

Several pieces of the floor had been crushed by his body.

Even if Jin Fu sank in, the disciple didn't restrain at all, and his mouth kept drooling, and he got wet on the floor.

It behaves like a ...... The action of entering the cave room on the wedding night.

Jin Fushen stretched out his hand, and the disciple suddenly turned his face, revealing a hideous expression with grinning teeth, as if he was threatening Jin Fushen not to disturb his good deeds!

The disciple's situation is also not good, the cultivation on his body is constantly passing, and the essence and yang qi are also constantly passing, his face is pale, and the smoke rings are black, like a dying person!

"Damn it, what the hell!"

Jin Fushen cursed, slapped the back of the disciple's head with a wave of his palm, knocked him unconscious, walked out with it, handed it over to the other disciples for treatment, and then asked Zhao Changshou to form a strong team and began to search the building to find someone, while he himself acted alone, and soon found a missing disciple in another attic.

The disciple was already dying, but he was still pressing hard on the floor, and a pool of blood was flowing from under him.

Jin Fushen knocked the disciple unconscious, and was about to carry it out, but his body suddenly froze, and a snow-white little hand suddenly stretched out from behind his back and put it on his shoulder!

At the same time, the fragrance fills the room.

Jin Fushen's face was cold, his body turned, and he was about to shoot it at the person who came with a wave of his palm!

But his palm stopped in mid-air, what a familiar and beautiful face!

In one long night after another, he dreamed of that face many times!

The strength on Jin Fushen's palm suddenly disappeared, and he muttered, "...... Senior sister?"

The owner of the jade hand, wearing a clean and flowing white dress, smiled softly at Jin Fushen: "Little junior brother, are you ......here?"

The two looked at each other, and Jin Fu was stunned.

The woman held Jin Fushen's face, carefully examined it with a pair of charming water eyes, and then gently pressed her face to Jin Fushen's chest, stretched out her jade arms and hugged his burly waist.

Jin Fushen stretched out a hand and hugged the woman's waist, and then the hand slowly slid upward, sliding to the woman's slender neck, and muttered, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry......"

The woman raised her face and said softly, "Isn't this together?"

Jin Fushen suddenly pinched the woman's neck, dragged it back, turned his other hand into a palm knife, stabbed into the woman's chest with a snort, gritted his teeth and said, "It's a pity, you're not her ......"

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