Compared with the monk's conservatism, Zheng Mo's offensive was more ferocious, and at this time, a huge pure Jun sword danced impenetrably, and his left hand kept drawing various runes to assist his attack. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Ever since he entered the Great Perfection of Foundation Building, he has become more able to use the sigils with ease.

Just when the two were becoming more and more inseparable, Wang Mei's voice suddenly interjected:

"Amo, a quick victory, we still have to hurry. ”

The moment Wang Mei's figure appeared in the mountain gate with the sound and shadow, the monk shook violently, and a very loud bell sounded in his arms at the same time.

At some point, a tin staff suddenly appeared in the monk's hand, slammed it, and blocked Zheng Mo's attack, and then his body suddenly withdrew from the battle circle, and instead looked at where Wang Mei was with a shocked face.

No wonder he was stunned, just because the bell in his arms was not a mortal thing, it was the Chaos Bell that the Chaos Ancestor gave them to go out on an errand and a few people, specifically sensing the pure yin and pure yang qi.

"Amitabha, I don't know who is the one who spoke?"

The monk folded his hands and recited the Buddha's name again before asking.

"You don't have to know who is speaking out, you and I are still in the battle yet!"

Without waiting for Wang Mei to answer, Zheng Mo took a step forward first, his peach blossom eyes full of anger. Anyone who is fighting with the other party for life and death, and is suddenly ignored and stopped by the other party, will feel extremely humiliated in his heart. He was able to refrain from continuing to attack, and he was already very well cultivated.

"Don't blame the Zheng donor, but I don't know who the donor inside is?"

Who knows, the monk only comforted Zheng Mo's emotions perfunctorily, and his words were still testing Wang Mei, who had just spoken out.

Zheng Mo glanced back angrily at where Wang Mei was, but he didn't bother to answer the monk's words, and the pure jun in his hand shone brightly again, stabbing straight at the monk who was still standing in place.

The monk obviously had no intention of dealing with Zheng Mo at this time, only to see his gray robe suddenly expand, as if countless air currents were being released from his body. This air flow through his robe actually drove the flying sand and rocks near the ruined temple.

In an instant, the wind and sand danced, and even the divine sense could not penetrate, and the monk's position was found in it.

This shows the difference in cultivation between the monk and Zheng Mo. Although both of them were building a successful foundation, the monk's methods and experience in dealing with the enemy were obviously much higher than Zheng Mo's.

Zheng Mo didn't check for a while, so he set his sights, he danced the pure jun sword wildly, and the movement of pinching the trick in his hand was not slow at all, but he was still gradually trapped between the flying sand and stones, and the earth dragon that kept appearing between the flying sand and stones, the wind bird made him even more overwhelmed.

And just when he was trapped by the flying sand and stones, the monk had already entered the temple gate. I don't know when, the person who just spoke out has already gone back to his original place.

As the monk walked straight to the middle of the temple, two people were sitting upright, one of them was dressed in sackcloth and was meditating with his eyes closed, obviously in cultivation, while the other was dressed in a purple robe, and his expression was not clear in the dark.

But the other party just knelt there like that, which gave him a great sense of oppression. Somehow, he felt the colder and colder all around him, as if he was walking towards not a person, but an ice sculpture.

This cold feeling became heavier and heavier, and all the blood on his legs seemed to be frozen by this ice, and in the end, the monk who had long been invasively cold and heat could not take a step.

And as his steps became heavier and heavier, his consciousness became more and more blurred, as if he had entered not a ruined temple, but a never-ending pitch-black road.

Suddenly, a fair face without sorrow or joy appeared above the corridor, and the red lips on that face were closed, and he heard a voice ask:

"Who the hell are you?"

"Chaos Island is coming, Nanan. ”

Jia Nan replied involuntarily. He sensed that something was wrong, but when it came together, he felt a pain in his head, and the pain was so intense that he couldn't think about anything more.

"Why are you here?"

The voice asked, the words still simple.

"The owner of the island has an order, 'please' Zheng Xiaolang to go to the island. ”

Jia Nan's eyes were straight, but his mouth did not stop.

"What do you mean?"

As soon as the voice stopped, the yellow symbol of the island lord's message that day appeared in Jia Nan's mind, which read:

"Zheng Xiaolang is very talented, and the island owner wants to take him as an apprentice. Quick Take. ”

The voice seemed satisfied with the answer, and the white face faded. Ganan continued to walk, but he felt that his mind was getting more and more trance-like, but he still remembered that he was looking for the person who had just induced the Chaos Bell to sound.

"Why do you insist on finding the person who spoke up?"

The sound was together, and there was a meal at the feet of Jia Nan. He looked around blankly, only to see that the wall that formed the corridor had disappeared for some time, and he was now standing in a huge cell.

There was only a palm-sized window in front of the cell, but the purple light that came through made him feel warm. Illuminated by the purple light, Jia Nan didn't even have time to think about where the voice came from, and replied:

"The Chaos Bell rang. ”

"What is the Chaos Bell for?"

This time, the voice was not ruthless before, but carried a hint of doubt.

"The chaotic bell will ring when it encounters pure yin and pure yang energy. ”

Somehow, the other party's doubts made Jia Nan extremely flustered, and he couldn't wait to wipe out the other party's doubts immediately, and he almost couldn't wait to say the answer, thinking that the other party would solve his doubts.

"You want pure yin and pure yang energy?" the voice continued.

"It's not. This time, Ji Nan shook his head with great certainty.

"Then why collect?"

"The owner of the island needs. ”

At the mention of the island owner, a trace of clarity suddenly flashed in Nan's mind, and he wanted to break free from the current chaotic situation, but when he raised his eyes to look at the purple light, he was in a trance again.

"What order did you receive?"

The voice regained its previous ruthlessness, and somehow, a trace of loss rose in Nan's heart. He said a little angrily:

"The owner of the island has an order that when encountering pure yin and pure yang qi, whether it is dead or alive, it will be brought back. If necessary, they can be killed. ”

In the broken temple, when Wang Mei heard the last three words, his expressionless face narrowed, but his lips turned upward. Meng Zhan beside her had just finished meditating on the week, and when she saw her expression, her heart trembled for no reason.

"What is this?" Meng Zhan turned his head, and saw a monk in a gray robe standing ten paces away. He had just fallen into cultivation with all his heart, so he didn't know what was happening, so he asked this question.

Who knows, it was not Wang Mei who answered him, but the monk, only to see a warm smile on the monk's face, but with a gentle smile when he spoke:

"If you don't want to go back to serve the island master, come to my hands, and I can hide a thing or two. ”

When Meng Zhu heard this, a trace of strangeness appeared on his face, what does this mean? Could it be that the monk has moved his heart? And who is the island owner? He still needs someone to serve? He still wants Wang Mei to serve? Is it too long?