"Xiao Yu, how are you back? Could it be that the Blood Monk and Hui Chao have been killed by the Lord of Yan Suyi'an? I'll just say, how can a group of bald donkeys of the Buddha of the Ten Thousand Worlds be the opponent of the people of Xuanmiao'an. Since the Xuanmiaoan is over, let's hurry back to Zhongzhou. Seeing Ling Yu returning, Xiao Hei hurriedly stepped forward and chattered. Looking at his appearance, it seems that he can't hold back for a long time and wants to leave the Western Desert.

And when the ambush on the side saw Ling Yu's expression, he instantly sensed a trace of abnormality. He stepped to Ling Yu's side, pushed Xiao Hei aside, and asked Ling Yu softly, "Xiao Yu, is the situation of Xuan Miao'an not very optimistic?"

"Eh, eh, don't pull me!" Xiao Hei shouted embarrassedly as he was pushed out of the ambush for a few steps.

Ling Yu didn't pay attention to Xiao Hei's shouting, he nodded, his face was solemn, and he said softly: "The Blood Monk and the Ambush have already led the cultivators of the Ten Thousand Buddhas to besiege the Xuanmiao Nunnery. The master of Yan Suyi Nunnery is confronting them, but depending on the situation, it is estimated that a bloody battle is inevitable!"

"Then, what about Miss Yuhan, has she fallen into the clutches of the devil?" Fu Chao knew that the purpose of Hui Chao and the Blood Monk was to come for Duanmu Yuhan, and if they caught Duanmu Yuhan, I am afraid that things would become tricky.

"I didn't see Yuhan, I guess she is still in retreat, so she shouldn't be affected. However, the cultivation of the Blood Monk and Hui Chao is too strong, and I am worried that if it drags on like this, Xuanmiaoan will be attacked by these two sooner or later. Ling Yu sighed lightly and said with a frown.

Hearing Ling Yu's words, Xiao Hei was like a deflated ball, he drooped his head, knowing that what he was most worried about had happened. But at this point, he couldn't run away from it anymore. Some things have to be faced after all, even if he knows that the future is dangerous, he can only go on with his head.

Thinking of this, Xiao Hei squeezed to Ling Yu and Ambush's side, put on a bitter gourd face, and said helplessly: "Alas, I knew that there was nothing good about this trip to the Western Desert. Say, how do you want to 'use' me!"

Although Xiao Hei is cunning and shameless, he also knows that this is not the time to retreat. The Blood Monk and Hui Chao obviously came with a murderous intent this time, and Duanmu Yuhan is also Xiao Hei's friend, even if he is muddy on weekdays, he knows that this battle cannot be escaped.

Regarding the change in Xiao Hei's attitude, Ling Yu shook his head with a wry smile, he pulled Fu Chao and Xiao Hei, and whispered in the ears of the two: "You and I will go to Xuanmiao Nunnery in a while, but we have to act separately, you ...... like this"

"What?!Why is it me again!Ling Yu, you don't bully people like this! My cultivation is the weakest among the three of us, you can't always pick soft persimmons and pinch them! This is a deal to death, I won't do it!" After listening to Ling Yu's plan, Xiao Hei jumped three feet high and refused with a squeak.

"Are you really not going? Okay, anyway, I'm still thinking about giving you the Heavenly Thunder Dew I got during the Chaos Tribulation. Since you are a deserter, then I will give the Heavenly Thunder Dew to the old bandits. Ling Yu said, taking out a palm-sized porcelain bottle from his arms. The celestial thunder dew in the porcelain vase is filled with a faint gray halo, like a treasure of the world. Even the aroma of Tianlei Shenglu passed through the bottle and spread to the outside world, and the rich aroma made Fu Chao and Xiao Hei fascinated.

Looking at the porcelain vase in Ling Yu's palm, Xiao Hei swallowed his saliva fiercely. There was a look of struggle in his eyes, as if he could not resist the temptation of the heavenly thunder.

The Heavenly Thunder Dew is a rare opportunity sprinkled from the Thunder Tribulation, and ordinary cultivators have been extremely poor all their lives, even if they are promoted to the Immortal Realm, they may not get a drop. What's more, the Thunder Tribulation that Ling Yu crossed was the Chaos Tribulation among the Ten Heaven-Defying Thunder Punishments, and it was a Heavenly Tribulation that only existed in legends. This kind of Heavenly Thunder Dew under the Heavenly Tribulation is comparable to the existence of a million-year-old miracle medicine, and it is not too much to use the flesh and bones of the living and dead.

In the end, Xiao Hei's greed still defeated the cowardice in his heart, he gritted his teeth, and said to Ling Yu in a deep voice: "It's not impossible to let me go, but...... I want two drops of Heavenly Thunder Dew, only in this way can I make up for my wounded heart and the frightened I have received. ”

"No problem, I'll give you three drops, but you have to help me play this scene. Ling Yu saw that Xiao Hei had already taken the bait, and couldn't help but have a look of pride in his eyes.

"Okay, deal!" Xiao Hei seemed to have made up his mind.

Ling Yu poured out six drops of Heavenly Thunder Dew from the porcelain vase and handed them to Fu Chao and Xiao Hei respectively. In fact, even if there was no catastrophe in Xuan Miao'an, Ling Yu wanted to give the Heavenly Thunder Dew to Xiao Hei and the ambush, but this time it was just to make the best use of it.

After Xiao Hei and Fu Chao took the Heavenly Thunder Dew, they did not swallow it directly, but carefully put it into the Realm Spirit Ring. The anti-heaven fate of Heavenly Thunder Dew must be swallowed at the most appropriate time, and if you take it now, you still need to meditate and refine, which is too much of a waste of time.

Ling Yu put the porcelain vase into the Realm Spirit Ring and said a few words to Xiao Hei and Fu Chao again. Then, the three of them nodded to each other and walked towards Xuanmiaoan.

When the three of them hid their breath and came to the back of the cultivator of the Buddha of All Ages, Ling Yu glanced at Xiao Hei and the ambush, and quietly bypassed the cultivator of the Buddha of All Ages and came to the back door of the main hall of the Xuanmiao Nunnery.

Although there are monks of the Buddha of all ages, there are only six or seven people. Ling Yu had sensed that the cultivation of these people was only at the beginning of the state of mind. Thinking that Hui Chao and the Blood Monk had already won the battle, they were not worried that the cultivators of the Xuan Miao Nunnery would escape through the back door.

Ling Yu hid in the dark and looked at the seven cultivators of the Ten Thousand Buddhas.

"Senior brother, I heard that the girls in this Xuanmiao Nunnery are like flowers and jade, although they are not disciples of Buddhism, but they strictly abide by the rules of Buddhism, and they are all chicks!" said a seven-foot-tall monk with a lewd glint in his eyes, licking his lips.

"You kid don't want to be lustful and spoil the great affairs of the Hui Chao ancestor! After the master kills the old woman Yan Suyi, aren't these disciples of Xuanmiao'an all our prisoners? At that time, what you should be worried about is that you will not be blessed to suffer so many sexual encounters! Hahaha......" The eyes of the monk who was called a senior brother were also filled with evil light, and he smiled presumptuously.

Hearing the conversation between the two monks, a trace of killing intent appeared between Ling Yu's eyebrows, it seems that this cultivator of the Buddha of Ten Thousand Ages is really not a good thing, even the two entry-level disciples are so unbearable, you can imagine what kind of people the blood monk and Hui Chao are.

Ling Yu shook his head and secretly sacrificed the broken sword. When Kaifeng's broken sword manifested, a cold light flickered out of thin air, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone on the broken sword, shooting the cold light on the blade into the distance.

"What person!" The moment they saw the sword light, the seven monks looked at Ling Yu with a grim look on their faces at the same time.

"The one who killed you!" Ling Yu had no mercy for these fierce monks. He raised his broken sword, and "Nine Turns of Demon Breaking" was swept away. Before the seven monks could even cry out for help, they were already in a different place.

Seven corpses slammed into the ground, alarming the trapped Xuanmiaoan disciples in the main hall, and a woman quietly opened the door of the hall through a gap and looked outside.

When she saw that the person who came was a strange man, a trace of vigilance crossed the eyes of the female disciple of Xuanmiaoan. However, the tension in her eyes eased slightly when she saw the seven corpses lying on the ground. She had already guessed that these seven men must have died at the hands of the strange man in front of them, because there was still blood dripping from the broken sword in his hand.

Looking at the broken sword in the man's hand, the female disciple of Xuanmiao'an moved in her heart and thought of someone. That person was the man her junior sister Duanmu Yuhan loved, Ling Yu. Because only Ling Yu's blade in the world is a simple broken sword, this broken sword is the best proof of Ling Yu's identity. However, his appearance was not the same as Ling Yu, which made this female disciple puzzled in his heart, and he did not rashly recognize him.

When Ling Yu raised her head, she happened to meet the female disciple's gaze. From the other party's eyes, Ling Yu had already guessed the conjecture in her heart.

Ling Yu made a silent gesture to the female disciple, then stepped to the outside of the hall gate, pushed the door in, and took off the mask on her face.

"Senior Brother Ling, it's really you! Senior Brother Ling, hurry up and save our master! Now that the master is being persecuted by the two demon monks of Blood Monk and Hui Chao outside the main hall, I am worried that the master and her old man will be in danger. The female disciple was very surprised when she saw Ling Yu's true face. A mist rose from her eyes, and she begged.

"Don't worry, I'm here for the Blood Monk and Hui this time. Trouble Senior Sister to take me to the main gate of the main hall, today I must make the demon monk of the Buddha of the Eternal Buddha pay the price!" Ling Yu nodded and said softly.

When the female disciple led Ling Yu to the front hall, she found that the blood monk had already fought with Yan Suyi. It's just that how could Yan Suyi of the Supreme Realm be the opponent of the Blood Monk? At this time, Yan Suyi's clothes were stained with blood, and it seemed that he had been injured.

"Master!" Seeing that Yan Suyi was injured by the blood monk, the female disciple who led Ling Yu to the front hall exclaimed in surprise, and hurriedly rushed forward, catching Yan Suyi who had kicked down to the ground.

"Qingwan, why are you here! Didn't I ask you to guard the back door of the main hall? This is dangerous, you hurry back to the main hall. If I am defeated by the Blood Monk, you will lead the sisters in the door to escape from the secret passage and go to the Shenwu Academy to seek protection!" Seeing his eldest disciple rushing out of the main hall, Yan Suyi's expression froze, his eyes crossed with melancholy, and he urged in a low voice.

"Master, it was Senior Brother Ling who saved us. He had already killed the demon monk outside the back door of the main hall. Qingwan looked at Yan Suyi's seriously injured body, and tears fell.

"Ling Yu?" Hearing Qing Wan's words, a complicated look crossed Yan Suyi's eyes and looked towards the main hall.

In fact, in Yan Suyi's heart, he has always disagreed with Duanmu Yuhan and Ling Yu being together. It's not that she doesn't believe in Ling Yu's personality, it's just that Duanmu Yuhan's life experience is too amazing, and she thinks Ling Yu is not worthy of Yuhan.

When Yan Suyi looked at the main hall, she found a strange man standing in the middle of the temple gate. At this time, he was nodding lightly at himself, and his eyes flashed with determination.

Ling Yu was worried that revealing his identity too soon would cause the Blood Monk and Hui Chao to be alert, so he had already put his mask back on the way to the front hall and put the broken sword into the Realm Spirit Ring.

Ling Yu knew the blood monk and Hui Chao very well, with the personalities of these two demon monks, even if they exposed their bodies, they would definitely not let go of the disciples of Xuan Miao'an. Therefore, Ling Yu could only hide his identity first and give the other party a heavy blow at the most critical moment.

"Hahaha, Yan Suyi, I advise you to surrender obediently. With your cultivation, you are no match for me at all. What's more, you don't think about yourself, you also have to think about the thousands of innocent lives of your Xuanmiaoan!" the blood monk looked contemptuous and said jokingly.

"Just because you, a bald donkey, dare to show off your power in Xuanmiao'an, you really have eaten the gall of a bear's heart and a leopard. Since you are a monk, let's hurry back to the Buddha of all ages to chant and worship the Buddha. You have such a murderous intent, be careful of falling into the Infernal Hell after death!" Looking at the murderous intent in the blood monk's eyes, Ling Yu slowly walked out of the main hall and said with a sneer.

The reason why Ling Yu chose to appear at this time was because he had already seen the hint that two figures had blended into the cultivators of the Buddha of the Eternal Ages, and they were squeezing their eyebrows at him.

"Who are you! It can't be the little white face that Yan Suyi secretly raised, right?" The blood monk didn't know Ling Yu after putting on the mask, he sneered, and the obscene look on his face was disgusting.

"Amitabha, blood monk, you have repeatedly committed evil deeds, disloyalty and unfilial piety, and provoked the wrath of heaven, today I will destroy my relatives with righteousness and send you to the netherworld!" Before Ling Yu could open his mouth, a Buddha horn suddenly came from behind the blood monk. Moreover, this voice Blood Monk felt as if he had heard it somewhere.

Hearing those words, the Blood Monk frowned slightly and looked behind him. In front of the monks of their eternal Buddha, two figures were standing. It was the two Huaxia cultivators who appeared in the Kunlun Realm not long ago.

"Are you from Ling Yu's side, since you are here, then Ling Yu's little evil beast must be nearby. You let him out, and I'll spare you two a dog's life!" the blood monk stared at Xiao Hei tightly and said sharply.

"Amitabha, alas, it seems that the little benefactor of the blood monk is still too young. I think when you galloped through the sea of stars for your father, you were only three years old. I didn't expect that after many years of not seeing you, not only did you not recognize your six relatives, but also did a lot of evil things, which really made my old father feel heartbroken!" Xiao Hei pretended to sigh deeply. Looking at his expression, it seems that he has really found his long-lost son.

"Ahh When it comes to quarrels, how can he be Xiao Hei's opponent?

"Child, for now, I can only confess to you. Back then, I was dedicated to seeking Buddha, and I failed your mother and son. In fact, my real surname is Father, you are my son, and you are also surnamed Father. I have one word for each person, it is your long-lost father!" Xiao Hei's eyes crossed a complicated look, as if he was really reminiscing about the past, and his serious appearance almost made Ling Yu believe it.

"Father...... What a quirky name is this...... I'm bah, boy, you still dare to take advantage of me!" The blood monk who came back to his taste was so angry that he almost vomited blood, and the killing intent in his eyes was not concealed, and he shouted loudly.

"Oh, good son, you finally recognize me. Come on, call Dad, let Dad love and love you!" Xiao Hei was "moved" by the filial piety of the blood monk to tears, and said with tears in his eyes.

"You don't pretend to be a ghost there, you're just a Chinese ant, since Ling Yu didn't show up today, then I'll kill you first, and then slowly force out Ling Yu's little evil animal!" The blood monk's steel teeth clenched, and the killing intent came out of his body.

"Alas, since you don't want to recognize me, I won't force it. Let me tell you the truth, as a father, I was trapped in the Netherworld Hell, and incarnated as a generation of Shura Venerables, I crossed both the red dust and the evil ghosts. Since you have also escaped into the empty door, then our father and son can be regarded as fate! Today, let my father teach you what is the avenue of Buddhism!" Xiao Hei seemed to be addicted to being a father, and continued to say shamelessly.

"Wow, this father of yours is so angry with me, I'm going to kill you, and I'll cramp and peel your skin and light the sky lantern!" The blood monk was so angry with Xiao Hei that he didn't choose to speak, and once again took the initiative to take advantage of him.

If it were in normal times, the blood monk would have made a move on Xiao Hei a long time ago. But today, Xiao Hei used the Hidden Spirit Stone to cover his qi, so that the blood monk couldn't see his depth, so he didn't dare to act rashly. But what the Blood Monk didn't know was that his every move had fallen into Ling Yu's plan. This elder-level powerhouse of the Buddha of All Ages will soon usher in the greatest calamity in his life!