The Secret Realm of Ten Thousand Gullies.

Near an unnamed ravine.

A group of monks, about a dozen people, were weaving through the grass.

They had all kinds of weapons, swords, spears, swords, halberds, and all sorts of things.

The same is true of the clothes worn on the body, the one wearing a black cloak is the disciple of the Ghost Sect, the largest number of people, the one wearing a white shirt is a disciple of the Burning Light Pavilion, and the one with two green mountains on his body facing each other is the disciple of the Broken Vein Mountain.

In addition to them, there are also a few scattered ones, such as the Black Wind Castle, the Vacuum Gate, etc., most of which are supporters of the Ghost Cult.

The lowest cultivation is the early stage of innate cultivation, while the highest cultivation has already entered the inner realm realm.

These disciples are almost equivalent to the mainstay of the younger generation of the evil path in Southern Xinjiang.

Their eyes lit up and they looked anxious, as if they were looking for something.

"Do you have that?"

"No, no!"

"Not here."

"Where did they go!"

"It must be in the grass, not far!"

"Three monks, at least three magic weapons are rewarded."

"These dog's weeds delay Lao Tzu's good deeds."

"Or you can light a fire."

"That's a good idea."

"What a fart, this place is on fire, you want to set yourself on fire."

……

Directly in front of these evil path disciples, in the depths of the ravine, there were three monks hiding in the grass in a bit of embarrassment, silently staring at the movements around them.

"Senior brother, you and junior brother go first, and I will cut off the last here."

Li Chou was already sweating, and most of his face was covered with hideous scars, and the sweat flowed into his eyes, and he was faintly sore.

A thick arm rubbed casually, twisted his neck, and a surging murderous aura burst out from his eyes.

In the other hand, he held the 'Copper Convenient Shovel' made by the Four Seas Soldiers, although it was more expensive, but the spirit iron was different.

Just carrying it upside down, I felt like I could beat them up.

After all, Lichou is a madman from the Killing Temple, and he will never be humble in the matter of killing, and at this time, in the face of so many pursuers, his enthusiasm is completely aroused.

Lige on the side, without speaking, summoned his sword 'Red Blood' and magic weapon 'Finger Jade Suo'.

When I was in the Killing Temple before, with my abundant capital, I directly exchanged a lot of 'red gold iron ore' in the Hall of Merit.

Then he found Master Silent and forged this 'Red Blood Sword', which is worthy of being the richest one of the nine generations of the Killing Temple.

And the finger jade shuttle is his inheritance before he became a monk, and its power is naturally extraordinary.

His gaze froze, and the gourd on his waist shimmered blue, as if he was picking a target like its owner.

"There's me here."

"You go first."

It's still people who don't talk much.

Indeed, in terms of the ability to fight to the death, the three may be the strongest in Lichou, but in terms of combat effectiveness, Lige with the help of magic weapons is undoubtedly the strongest.

"Senior brother, you guys go first, it's most convenient for my shadow gourd to hit them."

After speaking, he waved the convenience shovel and patted the gourd on his waist, and a shadow came out, just like him, he was also holding a convenient shovel, eager to try.

"Amitabha."

While the two were arguing about who would stay behind and break off.

The parting suddenly pronounced the Buddha's horn.

A touch of compassion flashed on his delicate face, and his hands were folded, making him even more solemn.

On his ear hangs an egg-sized earring, which is the 'multi-smelling gourd' he plucked from the equality vine.

This gourd lives up to its name and is able to hear everything around it.

At this time, just by listening attentively, you already know the number of people on the other side and their respective directions.

"I'm a senior brother, and I'm up to the last word here."

"You two go first, I am dedicated to the sonic power of the Zen Academy, and I am the best at winning more with less."

"You two stay here, I'm afraid I'll get hurt by mistake."

As the first of the nine generations of Buddhism in the Killing Temple, parting is born with a compassionate temperament.

"Senior brother, no."

"You are the first of the nine generations, under the Buddha, respect you, either of us can stay, you must not."

Before the parting sorrow was finished, the parting had already been interrupted by raising his hand.

"Senior Brother ......"

"Now is an extraordinary period, there is no nine generations first, only suitable and inappropriate."

"Although Senior Brother Lige is not weak, he has no means of group attack."

"And even if you have the help of the Shadow Gourd, once you are surrounded by so many people, it will probably be uncomfortable, even if you are lucky enough to survive the first wave of attacks, what about the second and third waves after that?"

"So, it's up to me to hold on here."

"You try to escape, and if you find other junior disciples, come back and save me!"

"But senior brother ......"

"No, let's go!"

"If we don't leave, none of the three of us will be able to escape."

Parting suddenly frowned, and the smell of the gourd in his ears seemed to shake a little.

This is a warning sign.

Thinking of this, he didn't hesitate to leave, and regardless of the opposition of the two, he went out directly.

With his hands folded, his breath sank into the dantian, and the aura around his body was swallowed, directly swinging out a layer of large sound waves visible to the naked eye.

Even the surrounding grass began to rise and fall.

"Amitabha."

"Ahh

"Yes...... The sonic power of the temple of Sesshoji! ”

"Hurry! Plug your ears! ”

……

Lichen swallowed the holy fruit, and it was already gone before he could taste anything.

After that, the qi and blood around the body surged, the meridians were unimpeded, and the true qi directly filled the whole body.

Airplanes~

The gold-threaded robe, the shadow of the tree.

Even the ethereal form manifests.

At this time, on the ethereal chest, the shape of a pale golden wine bottle was gradually rotating.

The wine bottle is the heart of Lichen carved out with the wonderful method of "Deliberation".

The inside of the Xingang was empty before, but now after eating the Holy Fruit of Duze, the wine bottle Xingang actually began to pour liquid.

In addition to the intoxicating aroma of ten wines, his own Guiyi Gang added a fresh fruity aroma.

It's just that as soon as this holy fruit enters the heart, it becomes a liquid, but the work of the tea is digested by the dust.

It's a pity that it's only a shallow layer, and it's still a lot short of filling the wine bottle.

But even so, Lichen already felt that his qi had condensed a few points now.

And between the runs, there is no stagnation, indulge in silky smoothness.

After only trying several times, the liquid in the sake bottle still couldn't be called on itself, and finally calmed down.

Lichen regained his strength, and saw that Lisao had also woken up again at this time, and his face was no longer as sluggish as before, and the wound on his arm had rejuvenation pills and gold sore medicine, and he was also healed.

"Senior brother, where is my fruit?"

Lisao pointed to the fruit tree.

By the time Lichen plucked the sacred fruit, the tree had already died.

Lichen smiled and was silent.

For the rest of his life, this guy still remembered the fruit, and it seemed that he was not seriously injured.

"Ouch, Bai was injured this time, and he was robbed by his senior brother again."

"I still want to bring Huaisheng back."

Li Chen just wanted to respond, but suddenly frowned, and the dull hair on his head was ridged and shook slightly.

"Farewell brother...... It seems to be hurt! ”

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