At this fatal moment, a gentle and calm voice rang out in bright blue. In the void, Mutu Jiezi's invisible claws condensed and then disappeared into a faint cloud of smoke.

"Does Master Ming also know that it's a joke? Well, the little monk Yan Zheng must also know, only the waste of Wanlingmen doesn't understand... Dealing with death all year round, the brain is encased in corpse poison!"

At this point, he burst out laughing. Only then will his image be clearly visible to others around him.

Old Deepavali has been famous in Cliff City for hundreds of years, but it hasn't disappointed them. Standing in front of them at this time was a thin old man in his 50s, with almost no flesh on his body. But no one can despise him, just because in the sun, the man's body is translucent, and wearing a black robe is more like a layer of smoke of the same color, which fills the air and does not disperse, rare and mysterious.

Seeing this image, people who don't know will exclaim, "There are ghosts during the day," and those who know the truth will say, "There are ghosts in Shenyin," which is even more terrifying than those who don't know.

Minglan is cooler than anyone. Her eyes are still smiling as she focuses on the yin god between the visible and the invisible. The shallow smile lines on the corner of her forehead were even more amiable: "After many years of separation, Elder Tu's spirit is still the same. ”

However, before Tuer could answer, Monk Yan Zheng beside him had already grabbed this sentence: "Where is it like before, Elder Tuer is in good health now, it's really gratifying!"

Du Lao narrowed his eyes: "Is the little monk entertaining me?"

Monk Yan Zheng smiled with a smile, but his poisonous snake face was not funny: "What, is Elder Tu still the same?, there are more than 20,000,000 miles from Cliff City to Temmoku Valley. The Yin God has been away from the body for too long. This can be a bit of a hindrance. ”

This is still worth paying attention to, and is clearly the most vicious curse.

Dudu also has an extremely eccentric temperament. He used to bargain with an eight- or nine-year-old. Now he is strict with the Shanghai Stock Exchange, but he has a good temper: "Very good, very good. ”

The Yin God swayed slightly in the void, revealing a vague expression, but the words were clear: "The little monk is very sensible. Say hello to Master Yixin on my behalf. He is also a good way to cultivate such a good disciple. I envy him so much!"

The word "raise" was very heavy, and the stern face twitched twice, and then fell silent. Bright Blue seemed to glance at it inadvertently, then stopped talking.

Du Mu saw Monk Yan Zheng's ugly face and laughed again. The air driven by the Yin God vibrated and sounded sharp and harsh. Then, with a vigorous wave of his sleeves, he crossed the front line between Minglan and Yan Zheng. At the moment of passing, the cold passed, Lan Lan smiled and turned a deaf ear to it, while Yan Zheng frowned and moved his feet to let him pass.

It was only then that the disciples of the Ten Thousand Souls Family came to their senses, and they were shocked by the evil spirit of Slayer Dewey. A group of disciples gathered around them. One of the leading men saluted them, said a few words, and ordered his companions to hold their heads and feet. Rong Cheng and Xiao Jiu, who fell into a coma, protected them, summoned blood sculptures from the sky, placed them on them, and left in a hurry, walking in shame and panic.

On the contrary, Huang Tai's face has been ugly since he saw Du Jun appear alone. If Tu Du approached, fear would spread uncontrollably. Behind him, government health experts knelt down and saluted, lined up like stakes.

In the end, Du Du said nothing. He just smiled and turned in his direction. The guards, knowing the boss's temper, got up and followed him. Huang Tai also walked forward. His face was gray and cold, and he couldn't see any color.

When these two groups of people separated and left, only Minglan and Yan Zheng and their retinue remained nearby, leaving a large space for heaven and earth.

At this time, Minglan suddenly said, "Little monk, what do you think?"

"Master Ming is always in tune with that old thing!"

Monk Yan Zheng's face improved greatly. When he heard the complaints, he booed and laughed, "I just wanted to calm down." What did Master Ming ask?"

Minglan glanced at him, unable to do anything about the cold-looking monk inside. He only said, "I'm asking you, what do you think of Elder Tu going to Modi Valley?"

Yan Zheng's mouth was smooth: "That old thing is very big, it is out of the body, the flesh is far away from thousands of miles away, in case of injury, there is not even a place to cultivate-he really thinks that this place of Gumo is a cliff city, everyone should give him three points?

"Having people like you in the clean water world is a different number. The bright blue eyebrows smiled, no longer youthful, but also some kind of wind instrument.

"I know what Master Ming means. ”

After all, Yan Zheng is an eclectic connoisseur. He said straight to the point: "Old things are still very careful. Just now, Shen Yin was exerting his strength. Although the weather is cold and cold, there is yang and qi in it. It's not like traveling thousands of miles later. Either the old thing has just lied and its body has been transported to the vicinity, or, the body has not yet arrived, but something attached to the soul......"

"You mean the soul complications of the day?" Minglan replied happily.

Yan Zhengdao: "The Master is good at observation. ”。

Minglan did not say a word about the monk's flattery, but he said, "The soul of the sun is his heart." If you bring him here, you're bound to win. ”

"Who knows?"

"Really?" Minglan regained her smile, "The legendary immortal treasure in the valley, the real immortal metamorphosis, captured his heart everywhere. If my life is over and my body is going to collapse, I'm afraid I can't help but fight for such a good thing, let alone a sudden outburst. ”

Yan Zheng grinned and said, "The Master Flower has bloomed. What is the need to ......"

His voice suddenly cut off, as Minglan seemed to have a magical power to prevent him from continuing to slide compared to his lips.

"We're not kidding!"

Despite this, Minglan was still smiling, smiling affectionately, and Yan Zheng's smiling face was put away and replaced by a majestic one. He was still a little unsure. His voice lowered a little, and he said in a deep voice: "Master Ming......"

Minglan waved his hand, and the waiter next to him obediently stepped aside. Seeing her actions, Monk Yan Zheng thought for a moment and motioned for his disciples to retreat. Those few people have returned to the absolute inability to hear the voices of the periphery, and back in the past, they will be careful to perfection.

In this atmosphere, Yan Zheng seemed to be a little irritable, his eye sockets were long and narrow, shining, and there was a layer of green gas on his skin, and his breathing was heavy. In contrast, Minglan was still smiling, but suddenly seemed to lose interest in talking, looking at Yan Zheng and saying nothing.

In her eyes, Yan Zheng's behavior became more and more strange. He began to open his mouth and breathe deeply. A snake-like hissing sound appeared in his throat and eyes, but it was nearly silent until it was heard by perimeter personnel. In his yellow eyes, a rare purple glow lit up.

Seeing all this, Minglan raised her eyes and asked with a smile, "Master Isin?"

In response to this inexplicable remark, Monk Yan Zheng nodded. Because of the previous changes, his forehead was covered in a thin layer of sweat. At this point, he didn't wipe it off. He even solemnly folded his hands and saluted Minglan: "Please make it clear." ”

The former monk can also do this, but he has to be a little swaggering and tactful. But this time, he carved that temperament out of his bones. Despite his cold and ugly appearance, one can see the majesty of his disguise.

Minglan sighed inexplicably, and then turned into a low and serious tone: "The holy decree has words, less is more!"

This had nothing to do with all the previous remarks, but the monk's body was shocked and replied without hesitation: "Follow the instructions of the law!"

When Minglan heard him say this, his cold face suddenly turned into a spring breeze, and he smiled softly: "Do you understand?"

"Yes. "The monk's attitude is still respectful.

Minglan couldn't help but smile at his appearance: "Why are you doing this? You and I don't belong to the same family. I'm just conveying the meaning. Master, how should my younger generation face themselves?"

"Where it should be. ”

The monk smiled, but in any case, it was cold and ugly: "The two religions have the same spirit and are united. They trust each other and do not split. In addition, Master Ming had a sincere heart, and both religions admired him. It's not about seniority. ”

After speaking, the monk gave another gift: "Since the decree is so, the poor monk will definitely abide by it." There's a lot going on at the moment. Take the first step!"

Minglan also gave a gift and said, "No!"

As she bowed slightly and straightened up, Yan Zheng let out a long angry cry in front of her.

Compared to before, Yan Zheng looked a little weak, his monk's quilt was half wet, and the purple glow in his eyes disappeared. In addition, his eyes are different from before. His nonchalant attitude vanished, but with some fear and even resentment.

Of course, it's more about fear.

Minglan sighed softly, and then she made a very amazing move. She reached out and stroked Yan Zheng's cheek. The monk was so stunned that he even forgot to dodge. Minglan patted him twice like a child: "Poor child." ”

After saying a never-ending word, Minglan stopped talking to him, called his entourage, and turned to leave.

Is this humiliation?

Yan Zheng stood quietly for a long time. Without his orders, the squire disciples could only stand on their backs and let the cold winter wind blow. There was no sound between heaven and earth except the howling wind.

I don't know how long it took, but the wind outside woke Yan Zheng up. He closed his eyes, calming the excitement that almost made his chest swell. Then he looked back coldly. At this time, someone shouted, "Taoist, please sit in front!"

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The Wanlingmen compound was gloomy. It is different from the four stewards of Wanling Gate. Wanlingmen takes honor as the main task, and the other takes the elder's vacancy as the auxiliary task. Only Elder Yu Xuan is the most indecisive, and he is also a master of theology. Rong Cheng and Miss Sun were carried back in such a coma. He immediately panicked and called the director of the TV station to discuss. It so happened that he could not control the situation, and a fierce quarrel broke out at the meeting.

Some say they will leave the camp, while others will hold on and wait for help. Some say they send the injured away early. Others say the injured on the road are even less safe. None of the leaders could convince anyone, but who could admit that at this time, the evil spirit of the dragon slayer alone was like a mountain, pressing on top of their heads, forcing them to breathe.

Just in the midst of the chaos, news came from outside that the chief disciple of the Water Purification Circle, Monk Yan Zheng, and his friends had come to visit him. A litter of people immediately looked at each other. Before I could understand what was happening, the real good news came: Rong Cheng woke up.

Elder Yu Xuan breathed a sigh of relief and stroked his white hair. He felt ten years older in half an hour.

Less than half an hour later, Cheng Rongqiang stood up and received the guests on the hospital bed. As soon as he saw the eye behind Yan Zheng, he suddenly widened: "Mr. Yu!" Tianxuan Divine Mirror