Master Pudu is like a smiling Buddha or that kind of charity, but it makes people feel a terrifying chill behind him.

"Your thunder spiritual root is used by me, and it can be regarded as a meritorious ......"

Is this really the venerable, compassionate Master Pudu?

Why is Master Pudu like a demon who is afraid and frightened in front of that young man?

There was silence in the Zixiao Palace, and the atmosphere was a little solemn.

Fu Sang's eyes were slightly red, and his figure flew directly out of the hall in a flash.

He stood up and tried to catch up.

"Jing Si, come back!" Jingming called out to him.

Jing Si had a bad breath in his heart, and sat back on the stool angrily.

In the virtual image in the hall, Master Pudu stepped on the young man's injury, and crushed his five fingers vigorously, as if he wanted to crush his finger bones alive.

Su Rongjin is in pain and vulnerable in the face of nightmares.

"You give up your body to this seat!"

If the "no ......" disappears, you will not be able to be with Master.

"Coward! If you continue like this, you will die in the illusion! The body is returned to this seat! ”

He hated himself at that time, if he was strong enough, his relatives would not have died tragically, how could he have suffered inhuman torture.

Try to extract the spiritual root from the body alive?

I'm afraid that no one wants to bear that kind of taste, but I feel that it is better to die happily.

But he didn't want to die!

He will live to avenge and slaughter the right way of the world.

In the midst of a fantasy.

Master Pudu reached out and pinched the young man's neck, and his expression finally became fierce and hideous.

"Where's the thing! Hand it over! ”

The young man who had fainted and lowered his head suddenly raised his head slowly, and a pair of dark eyes flashed with a ghostly glow.

The handsome young man showed a smile, his dazzling smile revealing a kind of evil spirit, and his slender and beautiful lips opened lightly.

"Die, bald donkey!"

After speaking, the young man's hand penetrated Purdue's chest.

The blood stained the monk's robes red, and at the same time stained the young man's white hands.

Master Pudu's eyes widened, and he slowly disappeared unwillingly, and the fog of the illusion gradually disappeared, revealing a path.

Su Rongjin lowered her eyes and looked at her hand, and the blood was gone.

The handsome young man in the illusion, his thin lips sneered slightly, and raised his slender legs to step into the next level.

The elders in the Zixiao Hall looked shocked.

"This ...... He seems to be a little angry......"

"If anyone takes him as a disciple, let him teach him well to correct his ways and be pious and good......

"This young man is decisive in killing, and he is more suitable for the ...... of the Sword Hall"

The introductory trial lasts a long time.

At night.

The inky sky shimmers with bright stars, and the moonlight hanging in the sky is bright and beautiful.

Of course, it is impossible for a cultivator to climb the ladder day and night to break through the levels, form a team or find a place to rest alone, and prepare to rest before continuing.

The handsome young man was lying on top of the rock, his hands resting behind his arms, his posture languid and casual.

At night, the mountain breeze blows, bringing the faint fragrance of mountain flowers.

Shu Rongjin muttered in his mouth: "I haven't seen such a beautiful night scene for a long time......"

Suddenly.

A petite figure landed beside him.

Su Rongjin narrowed her eyes slightly, sat up and bent one foot, and put her hand on it.

"Master~"

The boy's voice is sultry, with a seductive and charming taste.

Fusang's pupils shrank, almost not startled.

She made a look of surprise, stretched out her little hand to caress the young man's smooth forehead, and said, "Mu Nan, did you hurt your brain?" ”

Shu Rongjin: "......"

The handsome young man grabbed the girl's hand and said, "Master, you care about me, so you came to see me?" ”

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