She understands these things in her heart, and Du Chuanchang doesn't understand. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info Today, there are more than 600 people in the Mowei Pavilion Group, which seems to have an advantage in numbers but are restricted everywhere. The 400 monks of the Holy Water Sect are all deeply cultivated, and they are much more united than the side of the Demon Wei Pavilion, and more than 800 people who have been scattered have just fallen in a large area, and they are already frightened birds at this time, so there is no need to worry at all, as for the other sects that have not yet come here, they add up to 800 people, scattered all over the secret realm, and they are constantly fighting each other, and most of the cultivators are swaying in the Peiyuan realm, and they are the most impossible to organize and the most unthreatening group of people. In this way, the Demon Wing Pavilion Monk Group controlled by him, the biggest enemy in the secret realm after that, was still the Holy Water Sect in front of him.

Du Chuanchang hesitated. He was not a brave man, at least not as dare to draw his sword against an invincible enemy as the righteous does. According to common sense, at this time, Du Chuanchang would definitely change into a flattering smile in an instant in the face of the powerful Mingquan Senior Aunt, ignoring the declaration he had just made in front of many disciples of the Demon Power Pavilion, and accompanied the smile to offer two of the four heavenly ladders with his hands, while secretly plotting how to stab the Holy Water Sect in the back. This is the most basic quality of being a demonic monk, and it is also the fundamental guarantee that a demonic monk can live for a long time.

It stands to reason that Du Chuanchang should have done this at this time, but in fact he didn't, he was still hesitating, not because he couldn't pull it off, but because he refused to back down at all. He stared at Ming Quan's face, a pair of black pupils glowing with a dangerous green fluorescence like a hungry wolf. Du Chuanchang is not brave on weekdays, let alone reckless, he is a person who knows how to judge the situation and observe words and feelings. However, his lack of bravery, calmness, judgment of the situation, and flattery can only work on the premise that his vital interests are not damaged.

The scorching Holy Water Sect really touched his bottom line. Du Chuanchang, who is not brave on weekdays, can instantly transform into the most courageous berserker when his treasure is robbed. There is not only the element of a poisonous snake in his character, but also the element of the scrook. When the Holy Water Sect wanted to get their hands on the treasures of the Purple Blood Temple, Du Chuanchang had already regarded them as enemies of life and death who were far more vicious than Silver Dust, Liang Yunguang, or anyone else.

Du Chuanchang hesitated, the reason of judging the situation and the nature of the Tyrannosaurus of Fortune quarreled fiercely in his mind, making his gaze wander, moving back and forth between Mingquan's pretty face and the wine fairy ding in her hand, one second, two seconds, three seconds, Du Chuanchang did not give a reply, his hand suddenly clenched, and suddenly let go. The greed for treasure and the fear for his life played a game of tug-of-war in his heart. The muscles on his face twitched, and he wanted to put on a smiling face one moment, and then he made angry eyes. Ming Quan looked at his rich and funny expression, and on the surface he was silent, but in his heart he sighed that the Poisonous Dragon Sect was hopeless.

"Preserve the principles of heaven and destroy people's desires. The avenue is ruthless, and the **** in the world is the obstacle of the avenue. If you have cultivated to the realm of the body, you should be regarded as a truly promising monk, and you should truly understand the truth that everything outside of your cultivation is false, but this Du Gongzi still can't extinguish his emotions and desires? Is he still greedy for those things outside his body? Then his future achievements will not be enough. Based on his years of cultivation experience, Mingquan quickly made a conclusion about Du Chuanchang's future.

Just when Du Chuanchang was still hesitating, and the people on both sides were patiently waiting for his decision. Surrounded by the Demon Pavilion, some of the scattered cultivators who had fallen into despair suddenly spread a pair of golden wings and flew into the sky. The scattered cultivators had never seen such a "monster", and they all screamed, and the disciples of the Demon Killing Sect in the Demon Killing Pavilion camp also pulled their bowstrings one after another, and took sharp arrows to aim at the strange figures flying higher and higher, but no one could release an arrow. It takes an average of six seconds for an archer to shoot an arrow from the time they find their target, but these six seconds are enough time for the figure to fly up to a kilometer in the air beyond the reach of the bow and arrows.

It was a girl in a red robe and a red cloak, she spread her wings and flew through the vast night sky at great speed, and before anyone could react, she arrived at the camp of the Golden Knife Gate, hidden in the mountains and forests. She lowered her altitude and struck out at a height of thirty meters from the camp, and a huge cross stretched out from her thin fingertips, swelling to ten meters in an instant, and slamming into the ground. She herself fell to the ground at great speed.

The cross was composed entirely of light elements, emitting a white holy light at night, and its momentum looked amazing, but its actual attack power was only that of poor Pei Yuan Wuzhong. For the people of the Golden Dao Gate, this kind of power is not much different from that of a three-year-old child.

After a not-so-loud explosion. All the tents in the Golden Dao Gate were overturned, and everyone, including Lin Xuanchen and Wan Jianxin, suddenly woke up, jumped up from their respective quilts, picked up the guys and rushed out of the ruins of the tents. A row of twelve people held swords in their hands (Lin Xuanchen also picked up a knife), and they were all in the wind and waiting for the battle, but when everyone saw the glowing girl directly above their heads, they couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

None of them could attack a humanoid object ten meters into the air. Not to mention, half of them knew who the girl was.

"What kind of demon is that of Silver Dust?" Wan Jianxin muttered strangely, "What kind of nerves does she have?"

Before he could explain the relationship between the Demon Angel and Silver Dust to the others, the Demon Angel Girl in the air raised her hand again and wrote lines of handwriting in the air with light.

Everyone was stunned, it was a letter from Silver Dust asking for guilt from the "senior brother and sister Lin Xuanchen", and of course, more importantly, it conveyed to them the situation of the Purple Blood Immortal Mountain at this time. In the letter, Yinchen deeply reflected on his "**** adventurist mistake" of secretly going behind enemy lines to carry out intelligence work and "necessary armed struggle" without saying goodbye (the above are the original words). The weirdness of his words and the "gorgeousness" of his sentences made Wan Jianxin and others scorched on the outside and tender on the inside, and the muscles on his face spasmed for a while, so he didn't burst out laughing. was stirred up by the spoof in Yinchen's letters, and the original blame for his dangerous behavior behind everyone's back was forgotten. While holding his stomach that was about to throb with laughter, he pointed to the handwriting in the sky and asked Wan Jianxin: "Brother Wan, you are most familiar with Yinchen, can you tell me what the 'proletarian ideological struggle' is?" I know every word, but I really can't understand it when I connect it......" In the face of the diligent and studious prison worship, Wan Jianxin also spread his hands, and said pitifully: "Don't ask me, I don't understand......" He was about to continue to say something, continue to reconcile the atmosphere, but was suddenly interrupted by a loud bang like a bell. (To be continued.) )