"Guanglin ghosts, demons?" the little monk muttered Song Yueming's words, and his eyes, which were as calm as a pool of spring water, gave rise to an imperceptible ripple at that time.

It's a wonderful thing.

Sometimes it may just be a fleeting wave, and then it can disappear after a slight ripple.

But sometimes, that wave can set off a monstrous wave and change the world.

And for the little monk, this thing is not an imperceptible ripple, nor is it a monstrous wave that is enough to change the world.

It was more like a thorn in his heart, indescribable, but like a fish in his throat.

"Why bother with this demon, wait for me to take his head!" Qing Ruxi on the side burst into a shout, and he couldn't hold it anymore and stepped out at that time, and the thick sword intent rushed out from the body of this sword power like a tide.

Qingruxi is the Great Yan Realm, and in this era when immortals are rarely born, the Great Yan Realm almost represents the highest combat power that a monk can achieve. What he cultivated was a knife path, opening and closing, and being brave and fierce.

He was confident that he would be able to take off the demon's head in three moves.

Let you be ghostly and ghostly, I will cut it off with a knife, this is the clear way of the sword, and it is also the highest realm that the swordsman in the world seeks the most.

Therefore, at the moment when he finished saying this, he did not hesitate for half a minute, and his body was like a streamer.

That one is fast to the extreme, and it is also advantageous to the extreme.

The cold sword light was like a bright sun, and at that moment almost all the colors in the heaven and earth were obscured, as if there was only that knife and that person left in this world.

Wait a minute.......

There seems to be something else.

It was a golden light, from imperceptible to dazzling, and it was so rapid in a blink of an eye.

Everyone was still stunned, and the light was already so bright that people couldn't look at it directly, and even covered the sword light that Qing Ruxi had urged. In other words, the golden light has already wrapped the clear stream.

The sword that he had inspired to amaze everyone was as ridiculous as the glow of rotting grass under the golden light.

Burst!

After a few breaths, the golden light dissipated, and the scene in front of everyone's eyes became clear again after a trance.

And the eye-catching scene made everyone gasp at that time......

Qing Ruxi's body fell to the side, the expression on his face was sluggish, and his gray beard was covered with red blood.

On the other hand, the little monk was surging with anger in his eyes at this moment, and one hand was stretched out, still maintaining the appearance when he made a move.

"Why? I'm here to subdue demons, why do you want to stop me?" he shouted in his immature voice, his tone filled with incomprehension and confusion. It's just that whether this confusion is aimed at the obstruction of others or comes from himself, perhaps, even he himself can't really say.

It's a pity that no one responded to him, and everyone was shocked by the fact that Qing Ruxi was defeated by him with one blow, even Ning Zhumang's face was full of incredulity at that time.

Qing Ruxi's combat power is enough to rank in the top ten in the entire Heavy Moment Peak, and such a character may not be able to find much if he looks at the entire Great Zhou River, Lakes and Imperial Hall. And the people who can defeat it so cleanly, except for those hidden immortals, are even more unheard of.

Could it be that the little monk in front of him, who looks no more than eleven or twelve years old, is really some unborn earth immortal?

Such speculation inevitably surfaced in Ning Zhumang's mind, and his face became more and more gloomy because of this. This is what he has been worried about, although Linglong Pavilion is still the first sect of the Great Zhou Dynasty, but there are no immortals in charge, such a first is not only unstable, but also may attract all kinds of disasters.

"I'm here to subdue demons, I'm not a demon, why are you afraid of me?" The little monk looked at everyone's puzzlement, and he asked angrily, his clear eyes full of puzzlement.

Only at this point, who can believe his words?

There was not much left in everyone's eyes except fear, and even Ning Zhumang began to plan at that time how to solve the trouble in front of him.

His brow furrowed, and the True Yuan in his body began to function.

He naturally knew the strength of the immortal, if he fought with all his might, he might not have no chance of winning, but once he did this, then there would be unpredictable changes in his future plans, and it might even lead the entire Linglong Pavilion to death.

For this reason, he was very hesitant.

Of course, there is one exception.

That is Xu Han.

There is indeed a big demon hidden in the Linglong Pavilion.

His right arm was the big demon, since the little monk appeared, his right arm moved, coupled with the little monk's words, he was almost certain that the other party was coming at him.

He really wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to escape, but the backlash of his right arm had exhausted him, and now it was extremely difficult for him to take two steps, how could he have the ability to escape in the hands of such a monster?

He secretly thought about this, the sweat on his forehead became thicker and thicker, and his face was extremely pale, he subconsciously hid in the crowd, coping with his right arm over and over again, while staring at the little monk's every move.

He already has some enlightenment, if he is really recognized by this little monk.

He used the last trace of his clarity to stay away from Linglong Pavilion, and then unsealed his right arm, fighting to the death.

......

The little monk's questioning did not get any response after all.

He was upset.

Or rather, angry.

Angry at the ignorance of these mortals.

Angry at the cunning of the great demon he had never met.

He remembered the holy monk that the old monk had spoken about.

It is precisely because the world is ignorant that everyone in the world suffers.

It is precisely because of the naked eye that the Buddha and the demon cannot be distinguished.

If he wants to live through the common people, he must let the world see clearly what is a demon and what a Buddha is!

The little monk who was thinking like this was surging with anger between his eyebrows.

His steps were filled with golden light.

Seeing this, everyone took a step back, obviously afraid of him to the extreme.

Seeing this, the little monk was a little more determined to find out the monster in his heart.

His steps were taken again.

Shout!

But at that moment, a rapid sound of breaking the sky sounded.

A flying sword struck like lightning, and landed impartially where the little monk's footsteps landed.

He paused, his foot suspended in midair.

He looked up, but saw an old man in a red robe really standing in the air at this moment, frowning and looking at him coldly.

"If there is really a monster in the Linglong Pavilion, the Linglong Pavilion will solve it, and it will not take your attention away. ”

"This sword is the boundary, if your Excellency leaves at this time, everything will be over. ”

"If you dare to go any further..."

"Under Zhong's sword, there will be another revenant!"

The old man said this, his voice was as cold as heavy snow in the middle of winter, covering the four fields.

His appearance undoubtedly shocked everyone's hearts, why Zhong Chang hated why he killed his master back then is still an unsolved mystery in the eyes of most people, but there is no doubt that he has enough strength to rival the immortals.

"Senior brother has worked hard. Ning Zhumang bowed to the old man in the sky at that time, and said very respectfully.

Others don't know the old accounts of Linglong Pavilion, how can he not know.

Although the matter of Mangji Sword Immortal's falling into the devil, in the final analysis, he was to blame, but Zhong Changhate had been haunted by the fact that he had killed his master for many years, and he sealed the sword early.

Or it was expected that even if Ning Zhumang could cope with it, it would need to cost a great price.

And such a price may be so expensive for Ning Zhumang that he can't afford it.

Zhong Chang's hateful move, in a sense, not only helped Linglong Pavilion, but also helped him Ning Zhumang.

......

The little monk's brow furrowed.

The pink face is full of an emotion called anger.

The old monk always said that the world is dull.

He didn't understand it before, but now he finally does.

And it is precisely because of such dullness that he needs his temperance even more.

With such a thought in his arms, he looked up at the old man in red clothes, his eyes sank, and then he said word by word very solemnly.

"I'm going to slay demons. ”

And the foot that hung in the air for a long time also fell at that time.