"Secret. Pen, fun, pavilion www.biquge.info... Secret? Facing the monk's gaze, Luo Yusleeve and Yan Feidao's scalp was numb, and they really didn't have the courage to resist, "What secret?" ”

"This big snake!" The monk grinned, "And the forest above, and the strange white building, what unusual secrets are hidden?" ”

Staring at the eyes of Luo Yusleeve and the two, the monk pronounced the words clearly, and his tone was deliberately demagogic, he carefully stared at the changes in the expressions of the two, and his heart was happy: "These two people really know something... ”

"Rest assured, the poor monk is not a vicious person, but is just curious about the secrets here, such as who made the strange forest above, and what is the purpose?" The monk leaned sideways, glancing coldly at Luo Yusleeve and Yan Feidao, judging from his experience, the Tu Li mouth that died just now should be the hardest, and these two people are relatively much less courageous, especially this woman's eyes are constantly flickering, indicating that this is a smart woman, and usually smart people are also extremely desperate.

On the other side of him, he looked at a little girl on the other side who was motionless and seemed to be scared silly, but he didn't pay much attention to it.

The little girl's face was slightly pale, and she stared at the ground with her head strained, her hands nervously in her sleeves, and her calves trembling slightly.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a threat.

The monk just glanced at it, then withdrew his gaze and focused on Luo Yusleeve and Yan Feidao.

"We don't know much... Luo Yusleeve swept over Tu Li's corpse, her heart trembled, and she smiled miserably: "Moreover, even if we say it, you will definitely kill us." ”

Although Luo Yusleeve spares her life, she is not stupid at all, these two hairless bald people, but they are hypocritical and vicious.

"It seems that today, whether you say it or not, you can't get rid of a dead word." Luo Yu exhaled with a long sleeve: "Since the concubine joined the Qingyun Sect, she has also seen a lot of incredible things, and now I think about it one by one, although today, the Qingyun Sect has been destroyed, and the widow and friend have only one life left until this moment... ”

"Huh?"

The monk frowned, Luo Yusleeve's words sounded a little incoherent, but the death intent in his tone was unmistakable, "This woman is not afraid of death?" ”

“。。。。 Hehe, all the way to the sky, watching the Qingyun Sect go straight to the sky, looking at that man's unbelievable methods, and then, watching the disaster fall from the sky, the sect destroyed people, and there were all kinds of despair, regret and resentment in my heart. Luo Yusleeve turned his head to look at Yan Feidao, and smiled sadly: "In the past two months, I have also figured it out, even if the sect master is wrong in a thousand ways, even if the heinous crimes are heinous, but isn't this world a hell of individual cannibalism, the sect master is just more red fruit, but it is always cuter than those hypocritical villains." ”

Yan Feidao's face turned a little red, and he nodded heavily: "Cold, cruel and domineering, even moody, the sect master is not a person who can be approached, I, Yan Feidao, to be honest, am afraid that the sect master is afraid of death, but I have to admit that the sect master is a masterpiece in the world, ruthless to the enemy, and ruthless to himself, although he acts more impersonally, utilitarian, but it can also be said to be extremely fair, Yan Feidao is actually admired in his heart, even if... ”

"Even if the sect is destroyed, tens of thousands of people in the whole sect die here, even if I hate the sect master in my heart to provoke King Liang, but I still admire it in my heart, not everyone has the ability to provoke King Liang, hehehe..." Yan Feidao's neck was thickened, and he replied in a rough voice.

"I hate the ruthlessness of the sect master, and I hate the domineering king of Liang even more!" Luo Yu's eyes showed a touch of determination: "Besides, with the character of the sect master, even if he is the king of Liang, the concubine is expected to kill the king of Liang one day." ”

"In this way, since we are bound to die here today, how could I, Luo Yuchong, do such a stupid thing as betraying the sect master at this time when I am dying." Luo Yusleeve bit his lip, "The secret here, bald, you don't want to hear a word from our mouth." ”

The monk's expression sank for a moment, the smile on his face retracted, and became extremely gloomy, his eyelids jumped, and he threatened in a deep voice: "The poor monk promises that you will speak, because death is far from the most terrible punishment. ”

A golden Buddha seal appeared in the center of the monk's eyebrows, and wisps of pure spiritual fluctuations spread out to the surroundings.

"If it weren't for the two poor monk brothers, who were not very proficient in soul searching methods, and were afraid that the memories they would find would be blurry and incomplete, why bother with all these verbal efforts... The monk made up his mind that after returning this time, he would definitely practice the art of soul searching diligently.

As for how to practice, it is natural to experiment on countless living people.

His body suddenly blurred in place for a moment, and with a breath, he raised his hand and grabbed Luo Yusleeve's head.

"Be careful!"

Yan Feidao snorted coldly, and his whole body spiritual energy swayed, blocking in front of Luo Yu's sleeves, his hands were raised upward, and an earthy yellow wall was horizontal above his head.

Rumble!

The walls crumbled like tofu blocks, and Luo Yusleeve looked up at the golden palm, which was flickering with countless Buddha seals, as if a mountain covered the sky and the sun.

"In front of my Buddha, there should be no concealment!"

The monk said lightly, a fist-sized hazy treasure light came out of the palm of his hand, and with the brilliant Buddha light, it fell violently from the sky, and slammed into Yan Feidao's eyebrows.

Yan Feidao screamed, his entire cheeks trembled horribly, black blood shook out of his seven orifices, and a light shot out of his pupils on his head, and in a trance, he seemed to see thirty-six golden lotuses surrounding him, and a faceless Buddha sitting on each golden lotus chanting sutras.

Yan Feidao's voice suddenly became weak, and the eyeballs in the pupils burst out with a dazzling white light, and the lens melted into two strands of silver water flowing on his cheeks, and then, he saw some vague light refracted strangely in the air.

It is a series of continuously changing images, flashing rapidly, and in an instant, it seems as if thousands of pictures are passing in front of you.

The monk's face was cold and cold, and a pair of eyes were open coldly, as if an evil ghost was seducing the soul.

Luo Yusleeves were cold, and she saw that one of the pictures was the outline of a white building, a secluded gap, and there were many people lined up outside, and a group of ten people lined up to enter.

Several people fled from the group screaming, and then were split in two by a white bone sword, and next to a huge rock stood a man with white eyes, his eyes cold and indifferent. (To be continued.) )