The middle-aged man casually shook off the blood on his fingers, as if he had thrown off something insignificant, and on the head of the tantric monk, there were five more blood holes with red and white things bubbling out, obviously, this evil middle-aged man's secret method had already killed him!

Seeing this, the giant wolf, known as Dabai, let out a low roar in his throat, as if he was unwilling or angry, but in the end it all turned into a weak moan!

On the forehead of this giant wolf, the sword that Ye Qingxuan injured him that day has not healed until this time, that is, with the means of that middle-aged man, for a while and a half, it will not be able to remove the sword intent coiled in the center of its eyebrows, which is also one of the reasons why this middle-aged man told the giant wolf not to provoke Ye Qingxuan for the time being!

With an inexplicable smile, the middle-aged man stretched out two slender fingers, nodded at the center of his eyebrows, and then moved his gaze to the body of another tantric monk in the big tent!

A moment later, there was a muffled sound of a corpse falling to the ground again in the tent, apparently because the middle-aged man had not been able to get what he wanted from the talented monk's brain, and had once again used his means!

"Sir, what's the matter? My two nephews can ......" At this moment, the curtain of the big tent was lifted from the outside, and a gust of cold wind poured into the tent from the outside with a voice with compassion!

However, as the person who entered the account saw the tragic situation in the account, he suddenly stuck in his throat for a long time without saying the words he had never spoken!

"Why? I thought that a compassionate person like the Guru would not be silent for such a trivial matter!" Picking up a white cloth from the side of the chair and wiping the blood donation on his hands, the middle-aged man said to the visitor as if he was laughing!

"Nan Wu Bao Shengrulai!" "What opened the account now is a tantric monk wearing splendid Buddhist clothes and a sturdy figure, this tantric monk looks as if he is about fifty or sixty years old, and when he enters the tent, he first gives a Buddha name, and then looks at several monk corpses on the ground with a look of pity!

Then he bowed to the evil middle-aged man sitting at the top, and then said in a somewhat compassionate voice, "The donor has misunderstood, these monks, and the disciples of the old man, are twice as many as my sons and nephews, if according to your secular sayings, they are also the beloved relatives and friends of the old man, the sons and nephews are close relatives, and now they have died because of the wrong step, the old man is compassionate, but they have entered the evil path, and the living Buddha Venerable, broken the teachings of my tantric sect, naturally it is not a pity to die!"

After saying this, the monk gave a long Buddha name, looking at his practice is really natural, from the heart, it doesn't seem to be fake at all, as if what he did at this time is what he thinks in his heart!

Seeing this, even the middle-aged man sitting in the seat seemed to be infected by him, and nodded quite solemnly, and regardless of whether this monk's position was right or wrong, his style of knowing everything was worthy of his solemn treatment!

"I don't know the donor, have you ever found the location of my Tantric Ancestral Court?" After a while, the monk had already packed up the remains of the dead monks, and was now holding them in his arms one by one, wanting to open the account, as if he wanted to go out and bury them alive.

It's just that when they all arrived at the door of the big tent, as if they remembered something, they turned back to the middle-aged man and asked!

"Master Phags-pa doesn't need to worry, I already know where the ancestral court is, and after you deal with the aftermath of these little masters, I can set off later!"

"Nan Wu Bao Shengrulai!" Sometimes a Buddha name was called, but the Paspa Master stopped talking, but went directly out of the account and went to bury the monks who died in vain!

"Wooh!" The white giant wolf saw that the great monk of Ba Si Pa came out of the tent, and then he seemed to be a little relieved, and whispered again!

"What? Dabai, do you also think that this monk's cultivation is very remarkable?" seemed to glance at the giant wolf with interest, and then the middle-aged man looked straight ahead.

His gaze passed through the open tent door and fell straight on the cold wind in the distance, doing a superduit for the dead monks, and then burying their Ba Si Pa, and he was silent for a long time!

............

Qilian Mountain is the first holy mountain on the prairie, this mountain range is wide and does not know the geometry, the mountain is from east to west, like a giant dragon, lying in the middle of the grassland.

Crossing the Qilian Mountains and then to the north, riding a horse gallop for ten days and ten nights, you can reach the holy land of the grassland people, the wolf Juxu, and further north, is the legend, the birthplace of the ancestors of the grassland people!

These things, even if he came from the north, Ye Qingxuan, who had just entered Qilian Mountain at this time, was also half-understood, he had only heard the herdsmen on the grassland say that in the legend, the birthplace of their ancestors was a huge lake like an ocean!

For these, although Ye Qingxuan was a little interested, he was not very concerned, he only knew that when he came out of the small spirit realm, more than half of the opening date of the secret realm had passed!

If you keep delaying on the grassland and waiting for the small spirit realm to close, you will most likely find out in the martial arts that the Qingxuan Palm Sect of the Jade Void Palace has actually disappeared!

If this really happens, his Jade Void Palace, which has just improved a little, doesn't know what to face!

Therefore, he must return to the Yuxu Palace from the grassland within a month, and even if it weren't for the Qilian Mountain where the Tantra is located, which happened to be in the direction of the mountain he was going to return to, he wouldn't even go to the Tantra!

At this time, in the vast Qilian Mountain, Ye Qingxuan already had some regrets in his heart!

He was already a bit of a road idiot, and the map that the monk gave him was very rough, which led to him having entered the mountain three days ago, and until now he has not found the location of the tantra marked on the map!

Looking up at the sun in the sky, Ye Qingxuan shook his head helplessly, fortunately, he could still discern the direction through the sun, otherwise Ye Qingxuan would really be blind!

With the sun pointing out the direction, Ye Qingxuan walked for about half a day in the Qilian Mountains, looking up at the surrounding scenery from time to time, and finally felt excited after many comparisons!

The scenery in front of me is exactly the same as what is marked on the map, "Fusheng Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable! It's finally almost here, why is this special tantric sect hiding so deeply, is it afraid that someone will steal it!

While complaining, he flew into the air with the Wind Riding Technique, determined the direction again, and then his body moved, drew a beautiful parabola in the air, and fell towards a cave in the mountain stream!

Standing at the entrance of the cave, unfolding the map again, and after comparing it, Ye Qingxuan nodded with satisfaction, and then walked into the cave!