Daze in the east, the night is low, and there is no light.

The scholar carrying a heavy cage on his back, with the tip of the umbrella on the ground, the pace is neither fast nor slow, stepping into a ruined temple, he raised his head and looked at the darkness, the only Bodhisattva statue enshrined in the temple, one hand made a flower-shaped, the face is peaceful, the corners of the lips are slightly upturned, but it is a pity that the Buddha's light is dim, and the lotus throne has long been rusted.

"It is said that the Buddha Gate does not open the killing ring purely, but in this Eastern Daze, when ghost cultivation is rampant, I don't know how many people have died in the temple......" Ning Yi muttered in his mouth, put down the cage, and looked around.

On the beams of the ancient pillars, after the mottled blood stains dried up, the branding was inextinguishable, and a faint fishy smell was entwined in it.

Someone just died.

He found a withered lamp in the Buddhist shrine, the whole temple was dark and gloomy, and the young scholar put his fingers together and gently twisted the wick of the wilted yellow hair, and a touch of brilliance lit up, illuminating the scholar's soft face.

This face with the pseudonym "Ning Chen" is really good-looking, two or three points feminine, and his lips are slightly pursed.

The scholar held a lonely lamp in one hand, the thin shirt was blown by the wind in the temple, this candle illuminated the small boxy, he dragged the cage with the other hand, leaned on the Bodhisattva throne, and placed the lamp on the Buddha shrine.

Ning Yi's face was indifferent, he took out a thin coat from the cage, covered it in front of him, and pretended to be asleep.

Those two double cultivation disciples of Taiyou Mountain didn't let themselves wait too long.

A strong wind blew in the ancient temple.

The lone lamp and candle were extinguished in an instant.

The corners of the lips of the "scholar" who slept sweetly curled slightly.

At the window, a ray of sword light shot out, and three feet in front of "Ning Yi", the sword qi burst out, reflecting the pale face of the scholar.

Taiyou Mountain's flying sword killing technique.

This is not even bothering to give birth to the idea of stealing an umbrella, and directly kills people.

This behavior does not seem to be different from that of the Eastern Devil.

The flying sword screamed in pain, was caught by two fingers, and it was difficult to score three points again, as if he had not slept and slowly opened his eyes, "Ning Yi", his thumb and middle finger pressed the upper and lower sides of the flying sword, and the unresolved index finger hovered between the millimeters on the sword surface, and he could knock his fingers down at any time.

In the ancient temple, a man and a woman suddenly appeared with two big sleeves flying.

"I'll just say that this kid is a pretending innocent ghost cultivator, that umbrella is weird, and the cage is not a good thing. ”

Xuan Xiao's face was indifferent, staring at the scholar who was lazily leaning under the statue of the Bodhisattva, he sneered, and a flying sword swept out of his sleeve robe, a full number of eighteen, arrayed behind him, he could almost guess at this moment that if the heavy box cage was opened, I am afraid that it would be filled with bloody heads one by one.

Knowing that the demons in Daze in the east are gathered, they want to go to Daze? What is not the devil?

In a flash, he touched this kid's cultivation roughly, at most eight realms, less than nine realms, at most a little tricky, not a big problem.

"Little junior sister, you can rest assured that the umbrella you fancy will be intact when it is delivered to you. Xuan Xiao smiled lightly, his face was calm, and a thunder talisman slipped out of one sleeve robe silently.

The woman Zhu Que did not speak, her expression was not good, she frowned, and seemed to be thinking about something.

She really couldn't figure out how her natal flying sword was taken by the young man named Ning Chen with two fingers, and the flying sword was so fast, how did the other party do it?

A faint voice sounded.

"I'm not a demon...... Even though you say it, you don't believe it. ”

"Two, if you don't buy and sell, why bother?"

Ning Yi, who was sitting under the statue of the Bodhisattva, slowly stood up and said with a smile: "Could it be that the guest Qing elder of Taiyou Mountain has not taught the two, the heaven and the earth are the most harmonious, and they have to be forgiving and forgiving?"

"This is Osawa in the East. Xuan Xiao shook his head, and Mu Ran said: "I Taiyou Mountain said that you are the devil, you must be the devil, and ...... This dry temple is very suitable for burying corpses, and if you kill you, no one will know. ”

The three holy mountains in the east have been adjacent to Ganlu Han for a long time, and they are seeking skin with tigers, how can they not know the countermeasures?

If he wants to kill a demon under the Nine Realms, he Xuanxiao has a hundred ways.

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......

At the moment when the three words "kill you" came out.

Xuan Xiao cut a finger diagonally from top to bottom.

A wisp of sword qi slashed open, Ning Yi's sleeves were blown up by the strong wind, and before the clothes could fall, the brilliance bloomed all over the hall.

Above Ning Yi's head, the entire arm of the Bodhisattva Flower was unloaded by Xuan Xiao's Nine Realms Sword Qi, and it fell to the ground with a bang, smashing out a huge spider web.

The ancient temple trembled.

Ning Yi narrowed his eyes, raised his head, and looked at the sky full of essence light suspended above his head, two hundred and nineteen, a sword weapon is not bad, at this moment the sword qi is shining, and the blazing breath is rolling and flowing, with him as the center, like a dome falling waterfall, the sword qi rushes down.

The thin scholar who pinched Zhu Que's flying sword with two fingers stood under the sword qi of the Great Day.

The sword qi rushed straight into the bullfight, almost lifting the roof of the ancient temple.

These sword qi were extremely well controlled by Xuan Xiao, and they shot at Ning Yi's seven orifices.

However, what the two Taiyou Mountain monks never expected was that the thin scholar with a huge cage on the bottom of his feet didn't seem to have any cultivation on his body, let alone wearing a sword weapon, but a wisp of sword qi suddenly swept out of his head, and then shrouded down like a canopy, like a big bowl upside down, and the entire ground was constantly smashed out of the pit by the sword qi, but his body was three feet clean.

"There are some means, then I can't blame them. ”

Xuan Xiao sneered, raised a finger, and the thunder talisman in his sleeve robe shot away like a sharp arrow.

"Ning Xiaomo, I want you to be in pain and swallow the pain of thunder punishment!"

That talisman was bought by him from the Tiandu Taiqing Pavilion with a lot of money, and it was of extremely high rank, and it was specially used for self-defense in Daze in the Eastern Realm, even if it was against the demons of the Ten Realms, it had a very strong killing effect.

The thunder talisman glowing with yellow light turned into a streamer and nailed into the sword qi barrier in front of Ning Yi.

Next, Xuan Xiao saw the most incredible scene in his life.

The thin scholar smiled silently, stretched out a hand, without fear, and held the thunder talisman, and the flowing thunder light jumped and rose on the scholar's black sleeve, and after three or four breaths, it spread out...... And just like that, it dissipated completely, and there was no more sound.

Ning Yi smiled and pocketed this barely eye-catching thunder talisman, thinking that if he met a kind-hearted person like "Guo Dalu" next time, this thunder talisman could be sent out together.

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The thunder faded away.

The dead silence of the dry temple.

"Okay, it's all said, I'm not a demon......

The young man patted the dust on his body with one hand and looked at the two Taiyou Mountain monks with a smile.

The dome sword qi waterfall was still impacting, and the clanging sword light crackled and spread all over the ground.

His right hand always maintained the posture of twisting the sword with two fingers.

The unresolved index finger finally knocked down at this moment.

In Xuan Xiao's ears, it was as if he heard a violent explosion.

The roof of the ancient temple was opened by the sword qi.

This old temple that was about to collapse, a stone wall was broken, half of the body of the woman named Zhu Que penetrated the stone wall, her head was outside the temple, her body was in the temple, covered in blood, her cheeks were up, her eyes were blurred, and she looked like she was about to die.

Xuan Xiao looked stunned and frightened, unable to believe what he was seeing.

The next moment.

He looked not far away.

The young scholar raised a hand, aimed it at the Twenty-Nine Sword Formation above his head, and clenched his fist lightly.

In the sky above the ancient temple, there was an instant burst of "bang bang" sound.

What kind of monster is this?

There was only one thought in the mind of the Nine Realms cultivators of Taiyou Mountain.

Escape.

This is not Ning Xiaomo, this is Ning Laomo!

Xuan Xiao instantly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and was about to flee back when he got up.

The moment he turned around, Xuan Xiao's expression was as frightened as if he had seen a ghost, and the originally empty temple gate suddenly appeared at this moment with a ghostly black-shirted scholar.

The scholar named "Ning Chen" pursed his lips slightly and said with a smile: "You want to kill me?"

Xuan Xiao sat on the ground with his buttocks, his legs were like dustpans, the black-shirted scholar standing in front of him, the shadow enveloped him, the man laughed with a spring breeze, and looked harmless to humans and animals, but he was sure of a fact in his heart...... The realm of this scholar is by no means just the demon of the Nine Realms, the peak of the Ten Realms, and even the fate star......

The methods of killing were extremely cruel.

The moment he hammered and killed Senior Sister Zhu Que, it was so fast that he didn't see it clearly at all, it was like a hole in a piece of paper.

There is not the slightest pity at all.

The gap is too big.

The two of them went one after the other, Ning Yi walked all the way, and the Xuanxiao sat and retreated, until there was no way to retreat.

Ning Yi squatted down and said with a smile: "I heard that you Three Holy Mountains want to help Han Yue kill the Southern Xinjiang Demon Lord in Dazeli?"

It's just a simple sentence.

Xuan Xiao was almost broken, and he was so frightened that he couldn't possess his body...... Even the big names of the Three Holy Mountains did not dare to call Mr. Ganlu by his name.

He finally understood why this scholar had gone to the depths of Daze in the eastern realm......

Ning Yi smiled and said, "You know the soul search, right? If you don't want to suffer, next, what I ask, what do you answer." ”

Ning Yi asked a few questions.

Xuan Xiao's voice trembled, his body trembled like a sieve, and he answered truthfully.

Beside him was the cage that the Great Devil used to present his head, and he could almost smell the blood from so close......

After Ning Yi finished asking, he saw through the mind of this Taiyou Mountain disciple, pointed to his cage, and said with a smile: "Curious about what's inside?

Xuan Xiao shook his head desperately.

"I heard that the cultivators of Taiyou Mountain, one yin and one yang, the two of them practice together, if it is a man and a woman, they will generally form a Taoist couple. The thin scholar standing in front of him smiled and said: "I used to see a sentence in the book, I have to be more than a person to die, and I don't envy the mandarin duck or the immortal." How about it, are you interested in accompanying your sister on the road?"

Xuan Xiao's eyes were frightened, his face was pale, he shook his head desperately, his mouth was hoarse, and he could only say one word at this moment: "No...... Not ......"

"Okay......" Ning Yi was a little helpless.

He raised a finger and landed on Xuan Xiao's forehead.

A wisp of sword qi burst out, the entire ancient temple trembled, the temple collapsed, the Bodhisattva statue was shattered, and the body of the man in Taiyou Mountain whose forehead was penetrated by the sword qi was buried.

Ning Yi's sleeves wiped the dust on the cage, his eyes were calm, and he lifted the cage...... Of course, it was not a bloody head, but a neat pile of ancient books, and he dusted off the books with one hand and muttered softly: "It seems good to be a devil?"

Ning Yi picked up the bookcase again and sensed a ray of gaze.

Zhu Que, who was half covered by rubble, looked extremely miserable, with resentful eyes, but instead of staring at the corpse of his last unrighteous senior brother Xuanxiao, he stared fiercely at Ning Yi, who was about to go away after pulling out the fine snow.

"Tsk, it's very touching. Ning Yi didn't expect it, "He doesn't want to accompany you, are you willing to accompany him?"

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The scholar with the cage on his back continued on his way.

Daze in the east, the Bodhisattva temple collapsed, and two Taiyou Mountain monks died here silently.