In the sky above Lanruo Temple, a thunderbolt flashed.

The rain that had been gradually decreasing became howling again.

The rain is pouring down, and the eaves are like waterfalls.

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There was a dead silence in the pavilion.

No one could see how the emaciated scholar had come here......

Ning Yi stood in front of Fu Qingfeng.

He looked around.

Very good, there are a total of fourteen "beauties", all of whom are feminine and soulful.

After Ning Yi finished reading it, he looked indifferent and raised his hand casually.

The next moment.

The woman with cigarette sleeves squatting at the cage was terrified, she didn't have time to retreat and scream, and her whole graceful body exploded directly-

The women in the room screamed.

Ning Yi raised his finger again, and the yellow-robed woman who was leaning against the door frame was exactly the same as the woman with cigarette sleeves before, and it exploded directly, the wooden frame splashed everywhere, and all the ghosts began to flee.

After pointing out two fingers and shattering the two yin spirits, Ning Yi put his middle and index fingers together and hung on the whip that was wrapped around the "fine snow".

"This tattered treasure weapon is also worthy of being called a 'Whip'?"

Ning Yi smiled slightly.

The majestic righteousness of the fingertips shines brightly.

Grandma's expression was still confused.

She didn't understand how Ning Yi pointed out how she "killed" before.

Before becoming a fateful star, under the ten realms, if you want to kill people, you need to use your fists and feet to palm your sword qi, and many tricks ...... In her cognition, there is no means that can be pointed out and directly blow up a body in the air.

How did this scholar do it?

The next moment.

The invincible "whip of the gods" trembled violently.

The thin scholar drew his sword.

"Bang".

The entire ancient temple trembled, and Fu Qingfeng's pavilion was directly collapsed by the sword qi.

Countless bricks and rubble flew sideways, the red-gauze woman lying on the ground, her body was crackled by the rubble, and Fu Qingfeng had a talisman hanging above his head, the talisman was bright and soft, stretching out the pure place.

She raised her head and looked at the scene of the black-shirted scholar figure fighting with her grandmother in the open space not far from the temple, and looked stunned.

It's completely one-sided.

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Thunder roared over Lanruo Temple, and heavy rain poured down.

Twelve Yin Spirits, of different colors, flew like silk in the rendering of lightning, vaguely forming some kind of strange induction, formation.

Seeing the death picture of the two sisters just now, they looked at Ning Yi with extreme fear in their eyes at this moment, but now, they can't retreat, because "grandma" controls their "lifeline", if "grandma" dies, they will also be wiped out together.

In the air of Lanruo Temple, a neat scholar in a black robe bullied into the grandmother in the big red robe within three feet.

The black-robed scholar's weapon seems to be the "sword weapon" that is indistinguishable from the oil-paper umbrella.

The twelve swept array of Yin Souls, before they had time to exert their strength, the scholar in their eyes moved.

In the sky above Lanruo Temple, an extremely miserable picture bloomed.

Ning Yi did not use his sword.

His body turned into a phantom shadow that swirled around "Grandma", countless fists and feet poured out, and the body of "Grandma" in the air was constantly shot out, up and down, and his hands were dead in front of him, blocking his head.

The old demon's body was dented, and the big red robe became more and more scarlet, but it was his own blood oozing out!

Grandma looked shocked.

Even in the face of the Lingshan monk who got it, she had never been so embarrassed.

What is the origin of this scholar?

Ning Yi was expressionless, treating this "grandma" as a pure sandbag to vent his anger.

He practiced the divine soul with the ancestor of the West Sea every day, and when he passed by the Wind and Thunder Mountain, he always had the urge to try to beat a dozen bronze men...... Gu Xiaoyu was born with King Kong, but he was still beaten by those bronze men and his nose was swollen, and he practiced the technique of "Thousand Hands", and he already knew all kinds of attack techniques on the rivers and lakes, so on a night that no one knew, he went to Fenglei Mountain to break through the bronze man array.

Don't use starlight, rely purely on the flesh.

Ning Yi discovered something that made him feel incredible.

Under the tempering of the "White Bone Plain", his physique has reached a level comparable to that of "King Kong", if the bronze man tempered by Senior Sister Qianshou is smashed by Ning Yi with all his strength...... I'm afraid Gu Xiaoyu won't have to practice the next day.

This is why the woman in Tsing Yi was so surprised at the Buddhist shrine in Lanruo Temple just now...... This kind of physique, except for Lingshan cultivators, it is difficult for other casual cultivators to cultivate.

If it was possible, Ning Yi would like to compete with Cao Ran in the same realm to see who has harder fists.

Lanruo Temple thunders and rains.

Ning Yi pressed both sides of his grandmother's cheeks with both hands, and slammed his knees, smashing the face of the old demon who was not a ghost or a ghost, and countless blood spilled out, and these bloods were like spirituality, and they were wisps in the air to Ning Yi's back.

Ning Yi didn't look back and sneered.

The blood of this old demon wants to turn into chains to strangle himself, but it's a pity that it's a fantasy.

Ning Yi didn't use fine snow, which didn't mean that the sword qi didn't exist.

"Snort".

Behind Ning Yi, the blood with demonic aura contracted violently, turning into a cage of prison, and as a result, three feet away, it was torn apart by the invisible sword qi with a stabbing sound, and burned into nothingness.

The two hidden sword qi lingered and drummed.

As long as he is willing, he can bless the divinity with one punch, and he can beat this "grandma" for eight lifetimes The ancestors don't know it.

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The extremely deformed "grandmother" fell into the Lanruo Temple and smashed out a pit.

Ning Yi, who was hanging in the air, twisted his wrist, and his body made a crisp sound like fried beans...... He didn't even pay attention to the twelve Yin Spirits that swept through the air.

Instead, he lowered his head and looked at the "grandma" who "fell to death" on the ground.

Wanting to kill these yin spirits is as simple as pinching beans for yourself, and the previous method of "pointing to kill" is not a rare method at all...... As a sword bearer, Ning Yi's divine soul and sword qi are mellow, unstoppable, and directly crush the past, these yin things can't bear it at all, and they will explode directly.

This is a means to "defeat the following", not to mention that the realm of these yin things is far inferior to oneself now.

What Ning Yi really cares about is the "extremely durable" grandmother.

After receiving so many punches and kicks from himself at close range, he looked dying, but the speed of recovery in his body was extremely fast...... Either the deity is amazing, or because of the "mountain character scroll", there has been a change.

The golden-bodied old monk, as well as Yan Daxia, who was beheaded off, had a good cultivation, and finally died at the hands of this old demon.

Explain this old demon...... It's not simple.

Ning Yi pressed one hand on the hilt of the "fine snow" sword.

After more than half a year of practice, he has not been unsheathed for a long time.

The sword qi is hidden in the sheath, like an old dragon sting in the sea.

From the time he entered the temple, Ning Yi accumulated divinity, rolling the water of the divine pool, and the sheath was boiling like thunder, according to himself half a year ago, although the realm remained the same, but the divinity that the sheath body could hold was far less than now, there could only be one sword out of the sheath, and after a sword, it was almost exhausted.

Hongfu Street's self, with all his might, could only hand out a sword of five drops of divinity.

But it's very different today.

The sword can be full of sheaths.

His own physique, realm, and divinity are enough to support "squandering".

At this moment, the divinity is still superimposing, and it is about to reach the upper limit.

Ning Yi also wanted to take a look...... Half a year later, what will be the situation when I go all out.

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A heart is enshrined in the Thousand Buddha Pagoda.

Over the years, countless yin qi, souls, lust, and hatred have poured into the stupa, and the heart has become stronger and more alive after receiving the offerings of these filthy things.

Ning Yi stood in the air of Lanruo Temple, calmly staring at the red-robed "man" lying on the ground.

It's not far.

So Ning Yi could hear the regular sound of his heart beating at the bottom of that pagoda.

"Grandma" coughed up two mouthfuls of blood in pain, and the coughing sound in "he" throat was like a man and a woman, neither male nor female, sharp and thick.

"I thought it would be ...... My biggest opponent is the young Taoist priest on the other side of the Bulao Mountain. ”

Grandma's face turned hideous, his huge bun had already been scattered, his hair was scattered, and those messy hairs, like a waterfall, spread to the ground, drilling.

After the Taoist priests of Bulao Mountain moved in, their "offerings" were greatly affected.

It's just that it's still gradually "getting better".

The young Taoist priest of Bulao Mountain didn't seem to have any intention of making a move, let alone taking a step into his temple.

He is willing to make the young Taoist priest of Bulao Mountain a part of the "offering", and he is also happy to have a neighbor who likes to be pure.

Anyway...... When the time comes, this Taoist priest will not be able to escape death.

When the one he worships comes out of the tower, the soul of the entire Jinhua City will inevitably be killed.

Grandma's chest suddenly bulged, her body was like a seed taking root and sprouting, and in just a few breaths, the soil had been broken, and the ground of the entire Lanruo Temple was squeezed open, and a thick old tree stump, composed of countless vines like twisted twists, quickly rose from the ground, turning into a hazy giant silhouette, with a small hill high.

A deep voice sounded from inside the old tree.

"Do you know how they died?"

Ning Yi looked calm, and his thumb silently pressed against the hilt of the sword.

He knew that the "they" in the mouth of this old demon were the dead cultivators who had been placed in the Buddha shrine.

"Because they can't kill me. ”

Grandma's voice was hoarse and loud, and it swayed far away in the heavy rain of Lanruo Temple.

At the top of the old tree, slowly opened a pair of scarlet eyes, those mortals who died in the Lanruo Temple, their bodies buried in the ground, appeared on the body of the tree at this moment, their heads widened their eyes, and countless resentments rippled in his body.

I have been worshipping the one in the stupa for so many years.

has long become an "immortal body".

Lao Shu looked at the thin scholar hanging in front of him, and roared out word by word.

"I can't be killed...... You can't kill it!"

Sound diffusion.

Ning Yi raised his eyebrows.

The ends of his hair were wet with rain, and he leaned meekly against the sides of his cheeks.

The sword qi of the White Bone Plains in his body was unprecedentedly high.

Ning Yi murmured softly: "Sure enough, it's something that can't be killed......"