(Ahem, I was wrong, really, the last chapter was uploaded early, and I forgot to publish it~~~~ It's a little late to find out, sorry, sorry, I'm sorry, I'm waiting late~~~~~~~ maybe some students will ask, why don't the three Jindan periods deal with the silver silk jade sword butterfly? What's that, let's think about it, people hold their own identities, Xiaoyin is a spiritual pet, there is something different, I'm embarrassed to be ~~~~~~~ and fighting is not the goal, the important thing is the interests of the cold crystal mine, other book friends look at it normally:! ）

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Shape shì stand turn!

The appearance of the silver silk jade sword butterfly made the scene immediately flip, and book fans also liked to watch:.

The disciples of Izumo Peak, who were gradually losing their support, and the disciples of Izumo Peak, who were about to be overturned, suddenly came to reinforcements, and the monks who fought against them saw silver flashes one after another, and they fell down without feeling.

A different color flashed in the eyes of the ink dyed clothes, her sister's silver silk jade sword butterfly is indeed a few points more powerful than the blood silk ghost sword butterfly, this is not to say that the blood silk ghost sword butterfly is inferior to the silver silk jade sword butterfly, but the difference brought about by the different realms, and then to the root of it, in fact, the difference in the cultivation of the owners of the two spirit butterflies caused this distance of strength.

But this is only limited to the premise that the bloodshot ghost sword butterfly can only be condensed into a spirit sword, if it is a bloodshot ghost sword butterfly with two swords, it is difficult to say who is strong and who is weak, you have to really fight to know......

"Silver Silk Jade Sword Butterfly? The ink-dyed jade of the Jade Ruler Peak? "Very good, the shadow of the famous tree, her sister's fame is very famous, and even the sects next to her know her wow!

Mo Dye Yi looked in the direction of the voice, and saw a middle-aged monk with fairy wind bones, standing proudly with his hands in his hands, with a full bearing. Tsk, forget the vulgar!

His eyes quickly focused on the "dust" character ornament of an ancient seal on his body.

Dust Refining Gate! Jindan period!

As he spoke, the disciples belonging to the Dust Refining Sect withdrew from the chaotic battle one after another, gathering behind him, muttering something quietly beside him. From time to time, they pinched their sisters' ...... with their eyes Yo drink! The acquaintance came, and he was the "representative" who was sent by the Dust Refining Gate some time ago and has been very arrogant.

Forgive me for dyeing my clothes. For someone she didn't like, or even hated it, she didn't want to remember his name at all.

The representative of the Yin Puppet Sect with a gloomy face made a gesture. The disciples of the Yin Puppet Sect also withdrew unanimously. Seeing what he was saying to a monk shrouded in black mist very respectfully, the eyes of the ink-dyed clothes flashed slightly, another golden pill period?!

Almost at the same time that the disciples of these two sects retreated, all the people who were fighting against Izumo Peak retreated in unison, as if the tide had receded, leaving a mess behind.

There were corpses all over the ground, and the smell of blood was surging.

Of course, there are also people who are half-hung and not fully hung. Mo Dye Yi glanced at Situ Lian, the latter's eyes were slightly cold, and he took a few people knowingly. Quickly wandering around the place where the melee had just begun, snatching out the Izumo Peak disciple who was still angry. He also shot like lightning, and sent a ferocious punch to those monks who still had the breath of life.

The sound of dislocated bones, moans before death, and blood gushing out of the flesh of the fist to the flesh, the sound of death moaning, is particularly permeating in this silent mining area.

The disciples of Izumo Peak were also very neatly lined up behind the ink-dyed clothes, their faces covered with blood, and there was still a fierceness in their eyes that had not subsided.

Obviously, Situ Lian's hand was a slap in the face, and a large group of people who were confronting Izumo Peak were about to move, and several impulsive monks were still red-eyed and wanted to rush out, but they were stopped by the leader, and they were still unwilling to look at the disciples of Izumo Peak angrily.

Ink-dyed clothes snorted coldly, they have all been killed in front of our door, do you still expect us to have a merciful heart and treat every enemy?

This fallen, and those standing, everyone has the blood of their Izumo Peak disciples on their hands!

"The Hanyu Palace is so majestic! How? One peak is not enough, do you want to go all up? Let's follow up with the Spirit Sect! "The person who started the first spirit sect, the ink-dyed clothes were also unrecognizable, the body was eye-piercing red, the complexion was like white jade, the lips were red and the teeth were white, and the appearance was handsome, looking more white than Qi Yunsheng, but this person's cultivation, the red fruit fruit shows his identity, the Jindan period monk!

Jindan, Jindan, Jindan again!

It seems that today, these three sects have made an appointment to attack at the same time, otherwise how could it be so coincidental, each of them has a monk in the Jindan stage to suppress the formation.

What she secretly scolded in her heart was not the three Jindan monks opposite, but her fat master, what legs and feet, can you come back?

If you don't come back, the nest will be served by others!

Wait for these disciples of Izumo Peak, plus their four senior siblings and brothers, all of them are dead, and you will reappear, Yaya, the cucumber vegetables are cold!

The Hanjing mining area is so lively, no one from the peaks of the Hanyu Palace has appeared, and there is nothing else that I don't understand, people don't want to mix it at all, or maybe they still have the idea of what yellow finches are behind.

The ink-dyed clothes looked around vaguely, there was a little darkness in his eyes, and there were a lot of people hiding around to watch the excitement.

"Today is my own doing, and it has nothing to do with Jade Ruler Peak." The ink-dyed jade said hard, a pair of eyes full of evil energy, the silver silk jade sword butterfly stood beside her, and on the silver sword, a little bit of red was still there.

"Hehe, I have admired the names of the two fairies of the Mo family for a long time, and I have never seen them, but today I am lucky, I have seen them all, but I have fulfilled my wish." The Jindan Ancestor of the Dust Refining Sect said with a smile.

Nima!

I want to scold you in ink-dyed clothes, your wish is to see our sisters? What do you mean? Don't stare at our sisters with your obscene little eyes, be careful that my sister will poke you blind!

The person hiding in the black mist spoke, "Don't talk nonsense, whether it's a peak of Izumo Peak, or a helper of Jade Ruler Peak, even if it's the entire Cold Jade Palace, my Yin Puppet Sect is the same, this Cold Crystal Mine, our Yin Puppet Sect won't stop lightly!" ”

Ink-dyed clothes raised their eyebrows in surprise, this Jindan ancestor of the Yin Puppet Sect turned out to be a woman?!

The words are so clear?

Are they so obvious as the table xiàn?

In other words, this idea is just a thought, and it is still a matter of implementation.

"The tutor has something to go out, involving the cold crystal mine, dyeing clothes is incompetent, and book lovers still like to watch:." The "drag" of ink-dyed clothes is as always.

"But!"

As soon as the conversation changed, his tone suddenly turned cold.

"Cause trouble in the territory of my Izumo Mine. Killing my peak disciples, this matter must not be resigned! If you don't give me an explanation for Izumo Peak, then, please redeem the rudeness of the juniors, today! No one can leave from Izumo Mine! ”

The words are sonorous. Loud and sound.

At this moment, the "soft sister paper" ink-dyed clothes have changed completely different from the past in terms of temperament. Hidden on the surface of tenderness is a heart that is accustomed to life and death and ignores life. A heart of darkness born from the blood of countless killings!

"Haha! It's just up to you two juniors. How dare you say such wild words! Hum! I don't know how many pounds and taels I have when I praise the two of you? It's just two spirit animals, is it true that our monks in the Jindan period are not papery? The red-clothed ancestor of the One Spirit Sect looked extremely arrogant, and he didn't take the words of the ink dyed clothes to heart at all.

"But it's you Izumo Peak who should give us an explanation, this cold crystal mine is owned by everyone, why do you Izumo Peak control it, it doesn't make sense at all, and the conflict between the two is also a helpless move." The middle-aged monk of the Dust Refining Gate said it soundingly. It seems that the fault is all on Izumo Mine, and blocking them from entering the mining area is itself a mistake.

"Good. Let's start with the mining area. The momentum of the ink-dyed clothes was "weak" again.

The two Jindan Ancestors of the Dust Refining Sect and the One Spirit Sect glanced at each other vaguely, and there was a little smile in each other's eyes. This big disciple of Izumo Feng Zhai is not confused, and it is really very easy to handle as reported by the people below.

Taking advantage of Zhai Bufu's absence from Izumo Peak, it is best to take down the Cold Crystal Mine in one fell swoop, without Guanghan Peak, with only the manpower of Izumo Peak, I still want to take the majority of the Cold Crystal Mine, hum, I can't do it myself!

It's just that the fat man is really difficult to deal with, and the absence of people at this time is their God-given opportunity.

"The Cold Crystal Mine was originally owned by my Izumo Peak family, and then it was exchanged with other ore veins, so that the Yin Puppet Sect, the Dust Refining Sect and many small factions participated, dare to ask your predecessors if they are or not?" The waxy voice of the ink-dyed clothes resounded throughout the audience, transmitted to every corner, and other book friends watched it normally:.

The three of them were silent, this question is really difficult to answer, the fact is such a fact, can not admit it, if asked where the share of the exchanged veins went, they really have nothing to say.

Ahem, whether it is the righteous path or the demon gate, although the means are completely different, the former is milder, the latter is more direct, but at least they can occupy a nominal rational word, at least they themselves think so, because there is reason, yes, they are very confident.

Otherwise, the disciples of the murderous family in the other sect, although the strength of the Hanyu Palace is far inferior to theirs, they will not be without a little fear.

Ink Dye Yi knew what they were thinking, and smiled slightly, "Don't mention those exchanged ore veins for the time being, just say that this cold crystal mine, is what Dye Yi said wrong?" ”

The Jindan Ancestor of the One Spirit Sect was vigilant, staring gloomily at the ink-dyed clothes, as if he wanted to stare her out of a hole.

"Not bad." The one who opened his mouth was the "real" Yin Puppet Sect Jindan Ancestor.

"Thank you for your outspokenness." The first sect of the Demon Gate, the ink-dyed clothes are not arrogant enough to ignore others, and the etiquette should not be less at all.

"Then I can't figure it out, our affairs in the Cloud Peak, the Yin Puppet Sect, the Dust Refining Sect and the various sects have something to do with the One Spirit Sect? Why did this senior make a big fuss and speak wildly here? Isn't it when Izumo Peak is easy to bully, when I am Hanyu Palace? "The love of the ink-dyed clothes seemed to be very excited, so he almost pointed to the nose of the red-clothed Jindan Ancestor and asked--What is your business?!

The red-clothed monk of the One Spirit Sect immediately reacted to the idea of the ink dyed clothes, this was to push him out of the One Spirit Sect?

Hum! I don't know who is ashamed of it?

"Junior, if you say it, you are responsible!" He said in a gloomy voice, his eyes were like knives, and he flew over with a "whoosh", and book lovers still like to read:.

"That's just the way it is!" Mo Dye Yi looked open, her face turned red, her voice trembled slightly, no one doubted that her love was on the verge of an outburst, for a weak woman, this kind of forced to carry the burden of a peak's fate would indeed make a person collapse and be completely overwhelmed, it seemed that it was only a matter of time, and now, obviously, this woman was making the last struggle before being overwhelmed.

"There is nothing to do with the One Spirit Sect, you forcibly stuffed in, how many spirit stones have been taken away from the Cold Crystal Mine for so many years, this account has not been carefully calculated with you by several factions, and now you One Spirit Sect is actually beating a rake, shameless two words, it is difficult to describe what your One Spirit Sect has done!" The words on the ink-dyed clothes were clear, and everyone's eyes followed her accusations and turned to the direction of the One Spirit Sect.

The invective of a monk in the foundation building period against the Jindan period, the accusation of a medium-strength sect and a top-level faction!

Sky!

It's so exciting!

The disciples of Izumo Peak who stood behind the ink-dyed clothes all looked at the delicate and boneless senior sister in front of them with admiration, as if a gust of wind could blow it away, and a villain jumped out of the bottom of his heart, and in the corner of the heart, he clumsily held a brush and traced countless words of "clothing" with a pen.

Who gave her guts?

How dare she?

Even the Jindan Ancestors of the Dust Refining Sect and the Yin Puppet Sect were shocked.

This is a slap in the face!

There was a feeling in my heart inexplicably, no wonder this kid paper was accepted as a disciple by Zhai Bufu, wiped, it is all a virtue, there is no one to speak, can this be said?

Wrong.

Can this be said to your face?

You can say whatever you say behind your back, and now you almost point at someone's nose and scold shamelessly, can someone spare you?

The light picture mouth is happy, right? , other book friends read normally:!

Mo Dye Yu stood next to her sister indifferently, in fact, all her attention was on the red and very sassy Jindan period monk, the silver silk jade sword butterfly was ready, she was also ready, as long as that person made a move, she would ......

Before the man could react, there was a burst of arrogant and arrogant laughter from far and near.

The laughter was so loud that it hurt in my piercing eardrums.

"It's worthy of being my disciple Zhai Bufu, it's a good thing to say, it's a second to say, a spirit sect is not just shameless to the extreme! I said Lao Feng, his face is still so white? Wipe! How did you get it powdered? Why is it still so fragrant? But no matter how fragrant it is, it can't suppress the stink in your mouth! Tsk, it's so stinky, it's smelly, I can't stand it, alas, I have to stay away from you. A mountain-like figure flashed to the side of the cardinal, and after a crackling sentence, he flicked his sleeves and jumped away, smiling in front of the ink-dyed robe.

"Zhai is not confused!" The cardinal on the other side gritted his teeth, his whole body trembling.

"What's the matter? What do you call Lao Tzu for? I said Lao Feng, I'm younger than you, my ears are good, so I don't need to be so loud. Zhai Bufu looked like a scoundrel, and the disciples of Izumo Peak behind him were even more full of stars.

If the senior sister is the benchmark, the peak master is an idol!

"Oh, I forgot, I promised you, don't mention you being thrown into the dung pit again, forget and forget, look at my memory." Zhai Bufu slapped his head, and the big slap crackled.

The red-clothed monk who was called "Lao Feng" trembled with morale.

Mo Dye Yi was impressed in his heart, what kind of skill does this have to be, to turn a golden pill monk into this virtue? You must know that the higher a cultivator's cultivation, the higher the subtle grasp of his body, and the knee-jerk reaction of trembling is definitely very rare in the body of a Jindan stage monk. (To be continued)