Ten of the jade Buddha beads held by the Heavenly Fox Demon Monk were broken, and half of them were intact. From beginning to end, even though there were scars on the body, the tin rod of ordinary material was not damaged.

However, when Night Reborn leaves, the spell in this place is shattered, so that it can be observed by the outside world.

Showers don't want people to observe.

This state of self-sealing and on the verge of boundary does not look good in the eyes of outsiders.

Du Fanglin also had it.

He understood, and continued to observe with his magic.

"Huh?"

The Heavenly Fox Demon Monk struck the tin staff, turned away helplessly, and fled to the other side of the night in despair. This has to be replaced by a shower, I'm afraid it won't be a sword on the spot.

Fold the fan and close it, and put away the spell.

Du Fanglin stood on the hillside a mile away, his heart did not fluctuate, and he had gained nothing from this trip.

He was in the same situation as Shower. It's just that Lao Tie had to change his personality in order to save his life, and buried the past under his guidance. However, in order to truly and thoroughly integrate into Confucianism, he voluntarily sealed all the past.

This kind of seal has sequelae. When faced with a breakthrough, people will always unconsciously wonder which one is the real self.

Du Fanglin didn't want to really lag behind the shower and die in Huangquan. Looking at the Sky Fox Demon Monk, you know that the former Heaven Casting Hand is definitely not a good person.

It's just that he has been hiding himself for many years, and this person has become accustomed to being a wild guest in the rivers and lakes, and Shower Yusheng still has a rational existence, so he will not run to the right path to provoke.

"How do you know yourself?" This person's experience is completely unsuitable for Du Fanglin. He still needs to explore it with action. For example, if destroying an Xenomorph Demon Realm is not sober enough, then it can also change more in the future?

Suddenly the fan was folded backwards.

A mysterious qi swept away the three zhang behind it, and the scenery changed everywhere it went, forming an enchantment to encompass a figure that had been tracked for a long time!

The stalker, dressed in green and black, with long light blue hair obediently on his shoulders, also moved suddenly, trying to leave the place at great speed. But in an instant, the illusions overlapped, the virtual and real changes went to no way, and one step into the void was a straight fall off the cliff!

After a cold sweat, he looked up again, but saw the folding fans close together to the center of his eyebrows. The moon-white scimitar had slipped from his sleeve and clenched his palm, and he had no chance to advance an inch, and the killer from the pit of sin weighed it for a moment, and he didn't want to gamble with an innate person easily.

Xiang Sun leaned from under the hood and raised his silent eyes, and the figure that was ready to go slowly relaxed.

The cold wind blew through the hems of their clothes, but the man with the folding fan slowly remembered the killing and madness that he had just observed.

Du Fanglin's eyes were thoughtful.

This kind of thinking makes the wind even colder.

At this time, with just one breath, you can take off the life of the sun, and there is no burden, anyway, life and death are just two opposite forms, and there are still immortals in the bitter realm, and there is hell in the underworld, isn't it.

It's just that killing people is really tasteless, what is the effect of killing one person? Why not spare your life, look at the situation, maybe it can be used for some small purposes in the future.

Does he prefer to stand on a high ground, weaving everything into a net, so that the target is shrouded in one after another, and cannot break free until the last of the brilliance burns out?

Time is not valuable, and there is no movement of the folding fan.

Under the sun's oblique hood, his eyes stared at the snow-white hair of the Confucian under the moon, and sweat gently slid through the hair, sticky and cold.

As soon as the folding fan turned, a command quietly lurked in his heart with the sound of the wind in the wind.

In his spare time, he just happened to meet him, so he let this person return to the pit of sin and become the eyeliner buried next to the sin dragon with a laugh, and it also saved Lin Wushuang from accidentally responding to the robbery and dying in a place he couldn't see.

Anyway, it's useful before you die.

Du Fanglin hung his sleeves solemnly, and the folding fan gently slid into the moonlight. It wasn't the first time he noticed someone following him, but he didn't bother to bother with it at the time.

Tonight was stimulated.

Sun Slanted was in a trance for a while, and he had returned the knife to its sheath.

The wind is blowing again!

Xiang Sun tilted his head suddenly, and saw that the surroundings were clear and quiet, and his heart was inexplicably empty, and there was a vague strangeness, but this feeling quickly dissipated.

At this time, there was already the figure of the person who had lost his tracking, and he thought for a moment, thinking that maybe the person being followed noticed the clue, and it was really inappropriate to continue to follow, so it was better to go back to his life first. Bending his knees slightly, the light green figure in the black robe hood had made up his mind, and his figure disappeared into the wind.

I hope the dragon can have a good dream tonight.

After a while, Du Fanglin dispersed the moonlight in the fan and reappeared in place.

Before the Heavenly Fox Demon Monk appeared to kill people and hung on the public pavilion and chose the target as Night Rebirth, he had already made contact with Tan Wuyi, and by the way, confirmed Su Zhenzhen's whereabouts during this time.

Here, too, you can actually observe where Night Reborn fled. The Sky Fox Demon Monk praised the knife in friendship and made a good start. So what reason is there not to act tonight, so who is focused on raising babies and worrying about Naraku's night, talks about no desire?

Du Fanglin calculated so, and planned to chase the drama all the way to the death of rebirth at night. He really had nothing to do tonight, and it was a tribute to the souls who were about to die under the rain and knives.

Public Pavilion under the moon.

The hustle and bustle of the day was gone, and the blood and energy attracted vultures with the wind, and the targets were the three unclaimed heads.

The person who had become accustomed to sitting in a wheelchair had doubts in his heart, and after leaving again, he felt that it was inappropriate, and after nightfall, he returned here alone.

He still hadn't noticed the wisp of demonic energy trailing behind him, but he could detect something wrong from the abrupt cessation of the sound of insects.

Wu mourning held his breath and turned his wheelchair to hide himself in the woods beside the road.

After a while, the insects chirped again.

As if to confirm safety, a black-clothed masked man descended from the sky and stepped in front of the public pavilion, raising his head for a long time with his hands behind his back, patiently observing.

This suspicious brother who doesn't come out of sleep in the middle of the night and shakes around is really patient.

The wailing of the night owl.

The three heads here were boring, and the black-clothed masked man finally confirmed that his eyes were his subordinates who had disappeared from the stone cave.

The black-clad masked man was the lord of the cave, and he didn't realize that something was wrong until a day after the incident. And because of their special identities, these three people are hidden in the dark, which is not convenient for finding the real culprit openly. He can only avoid the hustle and bustle of the day, and choose to come here at night when the crowds are sparse to claim the missing men.

Who killed people silently? Is there any clue?

The man in black thought slowly, tore off a sleeve to wrap around the exposed skin, and was about to raise his hand to take off his head. When the change happened, there was a sign in the wind, and just as the masked man's palm was about to touch the head, the dry hair was windless.

The trigger of poison is a weak body temperature.

The masked man in black was vigilant enough to lift a black cloth to cover his fingers, but the poison was extremely sensitive to temperature, and a little approach was enough for it to spread......

Hidden in the dark, there is no mourning and a person who can see it clearly, slap the wheelchair, and quickly retreat ten feet away!

The black-clothed masked manpower lost control, and suddenly crushed the human head that was about to touch, and his five fingers couldn't stop spasming, and it was obvious that the poison had invaded. With a dull sound, the masked cloth was already moistened with blood spurting from the throat, and the poison violently rushed into the whole body, this technique was somewhat familiar compared to the other battle that happened tonight......

At the same time, the internal organs were bleeding together, causing spasms of the skeletal muscles around the body, almost suffocating it, and the black-clothed masked man barely suppressed the toxicity, and he couldn't care about killing a mediocre person.

"Humph!" One palm completely destroyed the entire public pavilion, and the poison dispersed with the wind, but it did not hurt the surrounding insects, birds and beasts. The man in black turned around and left, urgently looking for a safe place to suppress the toxicity in his body first.

Even though the sound of birds and beasts constantly being heard in the forest, there was no mourning and a person retreating sharply, as if there was an evil ghost asking for his life, and he didn't dare to stop at all. It was at this time that he suddenly discovered that along the way, fresh human bones could be seen everywhere in the grass, and I am afraid that it was a group of martial arts people who were watching the heads of people during the day.

The poisonous name Moon Song, hidden during the day, poisonous on a moonlit night. Probably, it will stay for two or three days.

This is really a catch-all of the suspicious people who have to do with the head.

The black-clothed masked man is the ghost Liang Bing Mansion master who has a ghost in his heart.

You need to inform the glass fairyland of this matter, please arrange for someone to guard this place as soon as possible! Walk until the warning signs in my heart disappear, and I will stabilize my body without mourning. He looked up at the moonlight in the sky, his eyes were full of worry, and he slapped his wheelchair and walked in the opposite direction, I am afraid that tonight's affairs are not over.

A faint demonic aura continued to lurk nearby.

Along the way, I followed the glass fairyland.

At this time, there is no one in charge of the glass fairyland.