"Li Zun, the old man was indeed a little confused back then, that battle could have been avoided, so that I would not be half-dead like now, and the Jing clan would not fall into the side of the Li clan where my enemies were located, and in the end, you would change your surname from Jing to Li.

Heh, this is really a big joke, Li Mutu's methods can also be used, it has taken more than 700 years to domesticate you to the way you are now."

Jing Zhixuan couldn't help but smile bitterly when he looked at Li Zunshi opposite.

When Jing Zhixuan talked about the past of the year, a trace of helplessness and disgust flashed in Jing Zhixuan's indifferent eyes, and at the same time, his former sworn enemy Li Murutu and his various open and secret battles also went through the scenes.

"Hmph, old ancestor, you should also know a sentence, if people don't do it for themselves, the heavens and the earth will be destroyed, grandpa They said that the reason why our Jing clan joined the Li clan and changed our surname at that time was because we wanted to continue to live.

Grandpa, they also said that the old ancestor, your temper is not as easy to talk as it is now, which also makes the Jing clan unconsciously set up a lot of enemies, although the old ancestor you were very powerful when you were alive, so that many guys who were hostile to our Jing clan had to suppress Chong Duo, and our Jing clan smiled on the surface.

But after you disappeared, Old Ancestor, the courage that those guys usually shrank also began to swell, and our Jing clan had fewer enemies afterwards, and in the end, we had no choice but to reach out and grab the palm handed over by the Li clan."

A sneer appeared at the corner of Li Zun's mouth, and then he suppressed the dissatisfaction in his heart and explained to Jing Zhixuan.

"Wrong, it's you guys who don't fight for blood that don't have blood, it's you who don't fight for it, it's because you're too weak to have today, Jing Zun, Ancestor, I don't want to kill you in advance.

But the old ancestor should promise the guy who passed all kinds of news to me, the old ancestor and I, I also have to go to lie down in the Nine Xuanmen, and by the way, I will make a big fuss in the Nine Xuanmen with Zixi."

After Jing Zhixuan finished speaking with a bitter face, he seemed to have returned to his youth, and his old face slowly rejuvenated at this moment.

"What? Ancestor, you also want to get involved in the affairs of the Nine Xuanmen?"

When Li Zun heard Jing Zhixuan say the last sentence, his heart suddenly trembled, and his eyes widened at the same time, as for the previous words, they didn't affect Li Zun much, because Li Zun had already accepted his fate, after all, this was the purpose and mission of his Jing Zhixuan to come here.

"It's all at this time, it's useless to lie to you, besides, as far as I know, the guys who are following you are also going to Jiuxuanmen, you outposts shouldn't stay here for so long."

Jing Zhixuan squinted at Li Zun and didn't explain too much.

"But Old Ancestor, I want to know, is it really worth it for you to take such a risk to go to the Nine Xuanmen to stir up peace? As a result, you may be able to shatter the power of the Nine Xuanmen with half of the life that you have so hard won."

Li Zun's eyes flashed slightly, and then asked Jing Zhixuan.

Li Zun knew that the old ancestor Jing Zhixuan in front of him was different from his own monk who had only practiced for two hundred years, and with Jing Zhixuan's strength, as long as he didn't go against the old guys in the Nine Xuanmen who cultivated against the sky, then Jing Zhixuan should be able to or come back, right?

"Value!"

In the face of the question of the descendant Li Zun, Jing Zhixuan, as the ancestor, simply answered such a word, which also made the static blood pool next to Jing Zhixuan set off a monstrous wave.

"Great-grandson, time is running out, Ancestor, I have to hurry up and follow Zixi, before you die, you can still ask me a question, and propose to me something I can do and am willing to do at the moment."

When Jing Zhixuan said this, he began to slowly move towards Li Zun, who was still pretending to be calm, but in fact, his legs were already weak.

Then when the child-like old monk Jing Zhixuan came to a few steps in front of Li Zun, Li Zun couldn't help but kneel on the ground with a "bang".

"Old Ancestor, do you still care about the Jing Clan?"

Li Zun, who was kneeling on the ground, raised his head and looked at the child-like monk Jing Zhixuan.

"Little great-grandson, if you don't care, how can I tell you so many ugliness?"

Jing Zhixuan replied to Li Zun with a smile.

"I know, then please ask the ancestor to get out of trouble

Revive the Jing clan and pass on all kinds of Taoism."

"Of course."

When Jing Zhixuan replied to Li Zun, he had already put his wrinkled little hand on Li Zun's forehead.

At this time, Li Zun's vitality began to dissipate, and then Li Zun directly turned into a pile of meat paste and rushed to the child-like Jing Zhixuan, and finally wrapped the remains of Jing Zhixuan into a rough flesh clay figure.

After half a burnt incense, Jing Zhixuan, who had regained his youthful appearance, walked out of the meat mud.

"Great-grandson, now that the old ancestor will help you maintain your vitality for a while, let's talk again."

Jing Zhixuan said softly, and then a disgusting child made of flesh condensed began to appear on the side.

That child was the previous Li Zun, or Jing Zun, and at this time, the young Jing Zhixuan slowly took Xiao Li Zun's hand and walked in the direction of the Black Jiaolong Xilu Gong.

"Old Ancestor, if you kill all the guys who came to this cave mansion and the black dragon, will there be any trouble for you?"

Li Zun, an ugly and disgusting child formed by the mashed meat, said to Jing Zhixuan in a hoarse voice.

"Great-grandson, is there any one of these people who is satisfied? As for the black dragon, it is as weak as a loach now, so it will not pose any threat."

"Ancestor, I'm satisfied when they're dead.

Except for Na Wei Li and Shi Yue, the other guys are not big deals, take that Shu Xueluo as an example, that guy is indecisive, and he is constantly decisive, Zhao Xiaoyun on the other side is stronger than Chu Qiao, he is on par with Shi Yue, and he dares to be distracted with Zhao Xiaoyun at this moment, which is no different from looking for death."

"Great-grandson, goodbye."

"Unfilial descendant Jing Zun, send off the ancestors!"

After Li Zun, who claimed to be Jing Zun, said this sentence to Jing Zhixuan, Li Zun, who looked like an ugly and disgusting child condensed by meat and mud, immediately scattered all over the ground.

"Good great-grandson, then the old ancestor, I will kill the monks who will come to this cave according to your wishes."

Jing Zhixuan said to himself, and then cast a spell and disappeared in place.

Soon, the wailing of the black dragon was heard in front of him.

This would, somewhere in woodland.

Hu Cheng, who had been in the Nine Xuanmen for several months, had already taken over the task of the outer gate in the Nine Xuanmen alone, and then temporarily left the Nine Xuanmen.

"They're finally here,"

There was a look of surprise on the short monk's face, and a spear suddenly appeared in his hand, and then he looked in a certain direction and said.

"Did they find something?"

Hu Cheng, who was hiding in a hidden place, watched the two monks react like this, and couldn't help but say suspiciously.

"Fellow Daoist, since you're here, come out, why hide and hide?"

Another tall monk with a bad face also said.

"Hahaha, here it is."

After a few laughs, five or six hideous-looking people flashed out from behind the tree, looking at the two in front of them, and a look of greed flashed in their eyes.

"You are the ones who are rumored to have killed monks passing by here to cult cultivators."

The tall monk asked calmly.

"yes, I wonder if you have any last words?"

He touched his bald head for the evil cultivator who was the leader of those evil cultivators, and said with a smile.

"Your evil deeds have aroused a lot of anger in the monk world, so we are going to do the right thing for the heavens now, and get rid of you evil cultivators!"

The tall monk said this with some anger.

"Hahahaha."

Hearing this, the laughter of those hideous-faced evil cultivators spread throughout the mountains and forests.

"Just the two of you? I heard you right, you have to deal with so many of us."

The gaze of the bald evil cultivator swept over the two figures in front of him, one large and one small, and some playful smiles faintly appeared on the face of the bald evil cultivator.

"Why do you look down on us?"

The short monk was slightly dissatisfied, and a trace of anger rose from his heart. Then the spear in the spatial ring was taken out by the short monk, and then held it in his hand and pointed it at a distance

Five or six cults around.

"You little guy who doesn't know what to do, I don't think you'd better tell this kind of joke, or you won't know how you're going to die."

The bald evil cultivator continued, and the other evil cultivators behind him burst into laughter.

"If you dare to make fun of me, you will die!"

The short monk didn't want to hear others say that he was short or a little guy, not to mention that there was still a group of evil cultivators opposite, so the short monk held his spear and killed the evil cultivator.

"Look how Grandpa cleans you up!"

Behind the bald cultivator, an evil cultivator with a ghost-headed sword flashed out in his hand, and slashed at the short monk who was galloping towards him.

"Bell."

The tiger's head broadsword and the cold spear slammed together, and a piercing sound of gold and iron came.

"Pedal pedal pedal."

The tremendous force caused both sides to take several steps back before they could stabilize their figures.

"Little man, I didn't expect you to be quite strong."

The cultivator shook off his numb hand, and then regained the ghost-headed broadsword in his hand again.

"Evil cultivators, you wait, you will be killed immediately."

The short monk frowned in response to the evil cultivator who was armed with a ghost-headed broadsword.

"Brothers go up together, and after we've got rid of the two of them, we'll go on to other things."

The bald cultivator commanded the other cultivators behind him.

"Senior brother, hurry up, we have to clean up the evil cultivators later."

At this time, the short monk also spoke to the tall monk behind him.

For a time, an aura of slaughter spread on this battlefield.

"I don't know how many people have said this to me, but those who have said it to me have all been killed by us."

The bald evil cultivator said hideously.

"Then today is the time for us to avenge the innocent Daoists you killed."

The short monk roared, and then went towards the group of cultivators again.

A trace of pale cyan spiritual power quickly wrapped the spear in the short monk's hand, and rushed towards the man before with the sound of breaking wind.

"Oh, I look at it twice."

Seeing the pale blue spear, the evil cultivator holding the ghost-headed broadsword also had a smile on his face, and then the black light of the broadsword in his hand flashed, and with a violent blow, it slashed heavily towards the galloping spear.

Obviously, this evil cultivator underestimated the strength of the short man, and the pale cyan spear instantly crushed the black sword, and the shards began to fly everywhere.

And the pale green spear directly pierced through the chest of the evil cultivator who held the ghost-headed broadsword, and fixed it on the big tree behind him, and the huge force shook the leaves on the tree to the point that they were almost falling.

"No! Fourth!"

The bald evil cultivator didn't expect his brother to die in front of his eyes like this, and he didn't expect that this short monk in front of him, who didn't seem to be strong, would have this kind of strength.

"Brothers, give it to me, I want them to die, and we want to avenge the fourth child."

The bald evil cultivator was furious and rushed over first.

"Kill them!"

The rest of the cultivators were furious and took out their weapons or directly cast spells to kill the tall and short monks.

"Today, let your lives die here."

The tall monk also drew his long sword and joined the battlefield.

For a while, the sound of gold and iron in this area was endless, and the spiritual power flew horizontally, and the big trees and boulders were torn apart by the flying spiritual power.

It seems that the two monks, one tall and one short, are stronger, and after a while, they have already killed two of those evil cultivators, although the tall and short monks were also injured, but compared to other evil cultivators, they are indeed much better.

"Cut, you evil cultivators are nothing more than that, not as powerful as the rumors."

A heavy shot was thrown out and one flew away

After the cults, the short cultivators mocked the cultivators.

"You... You!"

The bald evil cultivator couldn't say a word from the words of a short boy.

"Suffer death."

At the moment when the bald man was stunned, the tall monk's long sword slashed towards the bald evil cultivator.

Although the evil cultivator also dodged this blow, but the speed of the tall monk's sword was too fast, and he couldn't dodge, and the sharp long sword left an extremely deep hole in his chest.

"Damn, dare to hurt me, I want you to die! I want you to die! I swear I want you dead!"

The trauma did not make the bald cultivator retreat, but let the violent aura in the bones of the bald cult be completely stimulated.

"Senior brother, hide."

The tall monk immediately reminded the short monk on the side, because he found that the spiritual power of the bald cultivator was obviously exploding at this time.

"I want to run, it's too late!"

A cruel smile appeared on the cheeks of the bald-headed evil cultivator, and on the big knife in his hand, a strange black light flashed, and the big knife grew crazy out of thin air, and in just a moment, an illusory knife shadow about the size of a zhang appeared on the top of the bald evil cultivator's head.

"Die."

The bald evil cultivator smiled fiercely, and the big knife in his hand slashed down angrily, and a strong aura of death swept away in an instant.

"Ahh

Seeing that there was no way for him to dodge this blow, the short monk shouted that the spear in his hand shone brightly, and stabbed at the illusory broadsword that slashed down in anger.

"Boom."

The swords and guns bombarded each other, and the earth-shattering explosion resounded throughout the world, even Hu Cheng, who was outside the battlefield, was also affected a lot.

A huge shockwave spread wildly outward from the center of the impact, destroying all the rocks and trees in its path.

Gravel continued to fall from the sky, and the small river not far away stirred up bursts of waves, and the ripples spread out into the distance without the slightest intention of stopping.

"Ouch."

Hu Cheng suddenly felt something hit his head, and then a painful feeling came.

"Bang."

A bloodied figure flew upside down from the place of impact, and slammed into a boulder not far away, causing cracks to appear in the hard rock with a huge force.

"Senior brother."

After the tall monk dealt with his opponent with a sword, he hurried towards the place where the short monk had fallen.

"Senior brother! Bro! Wake up! How are you?"

The tall monk helped the short monk up, then hurriedly took out a small porcelain bottle from the space ring, unscrewed the stopper, and poured out a few pills in the palm of his hand, and finally the tall monk stuffed the pills into the mouth of the short monk who was still vomiting blood at the corner of his mouth.

"Ahem, ahem, I'm fine, senior brother."

The short monk spat out a few mouthfuls of blood sideways, and said weakly.

After the short monk swallowed those pills, his face turned pale and became a little more bloody.

"Hahaha, you didn't stop me after all."

The bald cultivator got up from the ground, propped up the ground with his knife, and laughed.

At this time, the figure of the bald evil cultivator also began to stagger, and it seemed that any gust of wind could blow him away.

"Damn evil cultivator, you dare to hurt my junior brother, watch me kill you!"

The tall monk helped the short monk to lie down next to a boulder, and immediately stared viciously at the bald cultivator standing with a knife in his hand, and then murderous intent flashed in his eyes

The tall monk carried the long sword that was still stained with blood in his hand, and walked towards the bald evil cultivator step by step, now that hatred had filled his mind, the only thing he had to do now was to kill the bald evil cultivator in front of him and avenge his junior brother.

"Haha, we people, we didn't pin our heads to the waistband of our pants that day, we have long seen life and death."

The bald evil cultivator coughed up a few mouthfuls

Blood said to the tall monk.

Then the bald evil cultivator's gaze swept over the ground, and the subordinates who usually depended on him for life and death were now in a pool of blood, and a look of determination also flashed in his eyes.

"Even if it's death, I'll pull you two backs! The bald-headed cultivator stared at the approaching tall monk, and the bald-headed cultivator's fierce gaze locked on the young man, as if he wanted to eat him alive.

"Evil cultivators die!"

The tall monk roared angrily, and then the long sword that exuded a fiery red color slashed at the bald evil cultivator

"Come on, let's see who dies first!"

The bald man's whole body was forced, and the previous rickety body immediately stood up straight, and the strange black light wrapped him again, it seemed that this time he had exhausted his strongest attack.

After a few sticks of incense, the long sword in the tall monk's hand pierced through the heart of the bald cultivator, and a stream of hot blood immediately splashed onto the ground beside him.

And the fierce knife of the bald head also slashed at the young man's shoulder, and the force was so great that even the white bones in it were clearly visible.

It seems that this time, he intends to die with the youth.

"Hehe, this time it's careless."

There was no pain on the bald cultivator's face now, and it was full of regret and anger.

Then the bald evil cultivator's sturdy body collapsed violently, and the big knife in his hand remained on the young man's shoulder.

And the tall monk began to fall slowly.

"Senior brother!"

The short monk, who had finally come to his senses, saw such a scene, and he dragged his heavy body to crawl towards the tall monk who had fallen.

"Just now I was sure which side was good and which side was bad, and now it seems that the two surviving monks should be good people."

Looking at the short monk with a sad face, Hu Cheng hesitated a little.

"Senior brother, what's wrong with you, senior brother, you can say something."

The short monk helped the tall monk up with difficulty, and then the short monk immediately gave the tall monk a few pills, and then helped the tall monk to bandage his wounds.

"Ahem, ahem."

The tall monk coughed quickly, and then spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"Senior brother, how are you?"

After seeing the tall monk wake up, the short monk was finally relieved.

"Senior brother, you... You can have some elixir again."

"Hehe, junior brother, I'm fine, besides, you can't take too much healing pills, that may have the opposite effect."

The tall monk raised his feeble arm and patted the boy on the shoulder.

"Senior brother, don't move around yet, I'll help you take off the knife, and then help you bandage it!"

When the short monk saw that the bandaged wound on the tall monk's body was suddenly soaked in blood, the short monk hurriedly continued to help the tall monk treat the wound.

"Senior brother, bear with me."

Finally, the short monk slowly grasped the hilt of the large knife stuck in the tall man's body with both hands, and a look of determination flashed across his face.

"Poof."

As soon as the short monk exerted his strength, the big knife that went deep into the tall monk's shoulder was directly pulled out by the short monk, and a stream of bright red blood spurted out, and the short monk's face was bloody.

But the short monk did not have time to wipe the blood from his face, and he began to bandage the heaviest wounds on the tall monk's body.

After a long while, the short monk barely managed to stop the tall monk's shoulder from the gushing blood, and the tall monk at this time was already as pale as paper, and his breath was also erratic, which showed how much harm the bald evil cultivator's fatal blow had caused to him just now.

"Senior brother, senior brother, how are you doing now?"

The short monk, who had done all this, asked with concern.

"Senior brother, don't worry,

Now my brother feels... Ahem.. Ahem, ahem... It's much better."

A forced smile appeared on the tall monk's pale face, and then he comforted the short monk.

Now the short monk could clearly feel that the tall monk's vitality was rapidly disappearing, and it seemed that the bald cultivator's final sword just now was far more dangerous than it looked.

"Then I have to help them, or the tall monk might die."

Hu Cheng, who was hiding in the distance, couldn't help but muttered quietly after seeing the situation of the two monks.

The Tibetan forest is full of danger, and no one knows when the danger will befall them, presumably the fierce fight just now has attracted the attention of nearby demon beasts or other guys, and there must be something coming this way.

Now that the two monks are seriously injured, it is a question of whether they can stand up or not, if some powerful demon beasts or evil cultivators suddenly appear, the result can be imagined.

"After helping those two monks, let's go and complete the mission of the Nine Xuanmen."

Hu Cheng, who had made his decision, immediately walked towards the two tall monks sitting on the ground in the distance.