The monk hesitated slightly, and finally didn't have any more embarrassment, and waved his hand to pop out a ray of red light.

The rouge bird is red all over and shapes like a ten-fold magnified chicken, but it is much more delicate and slim. The monk didn't know where to catch this adult cochineal bird, and when he started, he could feel an abundant firepower, and although there was a ban, it could not be stopped.

The feeling of burning.

Thirteen Lang probed into his divine sense and quietly experienced, and found that his fire was not as domineering and powerful as the Golden Crow Fire, continuous, agile and resilient.

Spirit beasts and monsters are all proud, and the monk will not catch the bird just to eat its legs, and the rouge bird will neither meet its requirements nor be satisfied, so it can only burn itself to seek relief.

It needs to be mentioned that the real rouge bird is a famous ancient species, the phoenix bloodline, and its fire is dedicated to breaking evil demons, although it cannot be compared with the supreme in the fire of the golden crow, it is also a rare treasure. This unlucky big bird, like Big Gray and Chubby, is a ragtag that has survived.

Miscellaneous cards are miscellaneous cards, the grade of this bird is not comparable to the big gray, and the corpse can feel a sense of unwillingness, and the anger is monstrous.

"Seventh-order demonic beasts, if fake. "The monk rarely didn't talk nonsense, and the eight characters pointed out that this bird was precious.

"Dead, and missing two legs?!"

"Ahem, the monk is greedy, sinful, sinful. ”

The three precepts of greed, ignorance, and hatred are compulsory courses that any Buddhist disciple cannot avoid, and there is no difference between being a spirit or a demon. Impurity is indeed a monk, and he is a true monk, and what he pursues is the avenue on the other side, not eating a few bites of chicken legs, or it is difficult for a younger generation. In order to cultivate to the point of an impure king, there is no need to pretend to be a true Buddhist monk and pretend to be a god. The greed he said is not a few mouthfuls of meat, but an uncontrollable ambition in his heart.

Heaven in the palm of your hand can give up. But he still has things he can't discard, such as the Blood Ding.

"Boredom. ”

Jusanro threw the conjecture about the monk out of his head. Raised his head and said, "Zuihou a question." The poison on Lin Ruhai's body, which of you instructed it?"

The provocative meaning of this sentence was too strong, and the feeling in Shuangwang's heart was a little strange when he heard it, and the Gun King snorted coldly and said, "What do you want?"

Jusanro smiled and replied, "Of course, kill the person who poisoned him." ”

The Gun King was silent for a while before he said, "It's not this king. ”

His tone was also strange, with a hint of remorse, as if he regretted that it was not him who poisoned him, or regretted that he had not been able to add a fire.

Jusan Lang believed his words. His gaze slowly turned to the monk.

The monk did not speak, only shook his head.

Shisanlang fell silent, and waves set off in his heart, which could not be calmed down for a long time.

Miaoyinmen has so far refused to explain who the poisoner is.,The attitude is so resolute that it's surprising.,For Thirteen Lang, who likes to find out the truth far more than self-comfort.,There's always a feeling of thorns in the back when I think about it.。 In his heart, as the level of contact became higher and higher, Shisanro doubted whether Miaoyinmen knew the truth. Or they are threatened so much that they dare not speak out.

Each of the three kings has pride, and there is no reason to lie for a mortal. There are so many shili in Randance City, and everyone is disturbed by Mr. Eight Fingers. Who else is hiding in the shadows, and what is their scheme?

Thirteen Lang has not told Lin Ruhai about this matter so far, not because he was worried about startling the snake as he was at the beginning, but because of the change in the situation, he felt a heaviness more and more. The most insidious is often the most dangerous. Thirteen Lang faintly felt that there was only a little poison from the hands of mortals. It is very likely that it is the Zuihou threat he will face. Especially after hearing what Mei Shuai said, this idea became clearer and clearer. It seems that there is a dark curtain that inadvertently opens a corner, just enough to make people feel its horror, but it is not clear what it looks like.

"What kind of gas engine is it?"

No one likes this feeling, and this is especially true of Jusan Lang. Perhaps because there was no longer anything around him to threaten him in this small boat, Thirteen Lang lost his mind a little in his thoughts, and his expression gradually became hideous, and he didn't even hear the monk's words.

"Little friend, the rouge bird has been handed over, is it time to fulfill the promise Xiaoyou?"

"What's the matter?"

"Huh?

His expression was distorted, and Mr. Eight Fingers' eyes were as violent as a flame, and the hidden killing intent in it was thrilling, and there was a hint of indescribable meaning. At this time, if you tear apart Thirteen Lang's clothes, you will find that the faint light on his chest is shining, and the line in the middle of the heart print is becoming clearer and clearer, and it slowly flashes, as if it is about to circulate.

Facing those two gazes, the monk suddenly felt that his Zen heart moved, as if something hard had been knocked open, and a dark room was open with half a window, and he couldn't tell whether it was good or bad.

Buddhism pays attention to the heart and the Zen heart is the fate, no matter how good or bad it is, the monk tried to find that feeling, and said: "What I said before"

"Do you want to learn here?" asked Jusan Lang.

"What's wrong?" the monk said casually, not caring or realizing that something was wrong with the kiss between the two, and his identity seemed to have changed.

"No, he doesn't have any teaching fees. ”

Thirteen Lang recited the mantra of the Immovable Ming King and said, "If you want to hear the true explanation, come to the Sanyuan Pavilion to find me." ”

After that, he released the big ash, threw the green-clothed girl who didn't dare to "bah" into it, and turned around to leave. King Ming's spell comes from his hometown, and Thirteen Lang is not afraid that the monk will not come, as for the explanation of the mess, there is nowhere to confirm it anyway.

"This"

The monk was so nervous that he couldn't notice the meaning of this for a while, and said, "What a big dog and a big donkey."

Da Ash was surprisingly quiet, with low eyebrows and stomping his hooves and wagging his tail, as if facing his mother-in-law's little daughter-in-law for the first time.

"Huh?"

The release of the big ash was purely coincidental, but after noticing its reaction, Jusan Lang couldn't help but be a little surprised, his heart moved slightly but he didn't say anything, and sped away on his back, returning to the flurry. The monk left behind him searched hard for what he had felt, and suddenly heard the man in red snort coldly and spoke lightly.

"How?"

"Uh-huh, what's that?"

"What about this son, what about this, and what about after that!" said the Gun King's voice with anger. Can't be as calm as before.

"This son is angry, and it's a good thing for you. That's a good thing. Isn't it going to be good after that?"

The monk shook his head vigorously and gave up the idea of grasping Lingwu. said, "Are you worried?"

The Gun King said indifferently: "Not bad. ”

The monk was surprised and said, "What are you worried about? Worried about the power of the thunder? Worried that you can't beat him? ”

The Gun King said lightly: "This king is worried about you. ”

"Worry about me, what do I have to worry about?"

The monk wanted to daxiao, but he didn't know what to laugh at, and his expression was a little weird. No one necessarily understands the Gun King better, knows that he has no reason to make fun of him, and in order to reach their level, no matter whether he has practiced the Tao or not, there will be occasional times when he has a glimpse of the heavenly opportunity, and it is very difficult to grasp it. But I definitely don't dare to ignore it.

"Just now, this king felt a breath of qi that seemed to fall on you. ”

The voice of the gun king was condensed, as if the moment when the gun came out but did not come out, he said solemnly: "It came too suddenly, the time is too short, this king can't explain clearly, he only knows that it is very strong." ”

The monk didn't have a taste for it, but it was difficult to explain it when he knew this kind of thing. I had to ask, "How strong is it? Not her?"

The Gun King said, "It's not her. Strong is strong. ”

The monk was slightly startled and said, "So strong?"

The Spear King nodded and said, "Well, it's that strong. ”

Half a day back and forth. Flurry City is still in turmoil, but it's not as clueless as it was the first half of the day. Among the three tribes besieged, the strong ones either fled or died. The remnant will either descend or die, and it is gradually coming to an end. The attacking side was not unharmed. In the process of the desperate counterattack of the three clans, many monks, including the primordial old monsters, were severely injured or fell. It will inevitably hurt the vitality.

The old does not go to the new and does not come, after this war, as long as there is no external force injection, none of the seven clans can independently claim the sect, and at the same time, due to the collective collapse of the outer gate, the monks have no concern, and the conceived Xiuzhen Academy can be put on the agenda.

On the other hand, it would not have been a good thing for these remaining monks to set up an institution similar to that of the monastery. First, there is no internal friction, first of all, the degree of reduction in the concentration of demonic energy will be alleviated, and secondly, because of the good environment and echelon, it is easier to discover talents, and the inheritance of various ethnic groups is more long-lasting. Turbulence is inevitable at the beginning, but as long as you persist for more than 100 years, you can form a virtuous circle and embark on a completely different path.

It's not that the old monsters of all races are uninformed, and they can't implement it in the past due to various involvements, but this big change, everyone has understood Mr. Eight Fingers' concept, and can vaguely see the direction, although vague, but enough to look forward to. Because of this, the Flurry was controlled within a range that could be accepted by several parties, and the elders of the four major clans consciously led people to block off the surrounding area, striving to minimize the shock.

The battle on the ground is different from that in the sky, and at this moment, when it is at its most intense, it is in full swing, and the blood is dripping heartily, and the war is endless. The number of 100,000 wolf horsemen has not changed, but the faces have changed a lot, and correspondingly, the city lord's convoy is much thinner, and it drags and drops like a long snake, and there are wounded soldiers everywhere waiting to be treated.

The liliang of Miaoyinmen was activated, and where the wolf rode over, countless people of high morality stood up and began to calm the people, cooperate with the new army to stabilize the situation, and avoid anyone taking advantage of the fire to rob.

There are twists and turns, but on the whole, it is quite smooth, Lin Ruhai has been stationed in the city lord's mansion, and is issuing a Taoist official document in accordance with the procedures that have been prepared in advance, giving 20 million residents the biggest reassurance. According to Mr. Eight Fingers, this is called ethnic policy, and it is the most important factor related to whether Ranwu can be stable in the future.

There were many, complicated, and orderly things, and the earth of Randance was still shaking, but the sky was changing color, as had been expected and realized.

The overall situation is decided, Thirteen Lang looked at it roughly and ignored it, he had to do the basic thing, from this moment on, there was no need to interfere in mortal affairs, but he could focus on cultivating the truth.

The fate is over, and all that remains is how to keep yourself alive and go further.

After greeting a few old monsters and saying a few words about future affairs, Shisanlang recalled a group of relatives and returned to Sanyuan Pavilion in the form of a streamer.

Conditioning is not rest, Thirteen Lang has no time to rest, and what the Impure King said is very right, he must be fast, everything must be fast.

Only by being fast can we live and kill

(To be continued......)