Listening to the familiar voice, the scholar suddenly pulled his head out of front of him and looked straight ahead, as if he was afraid that the figure in front of him would disappear if he slowed down for such a moment.

"Eun Gong!"

The scholar's surprised voice raised his head before he saw it, looking at the figure that came into view, Jia Xianren suddenly turned from extreme sadness to extreme surprise, and was stunned in place.

The young man who couldn't see the man crying spinelessly looked helpless, rolled his eyes, swallowed back the words that had reached his throat at once, and looked at the scholar with such big eyes.

"Engong...... You're not dead......"

Yo roar, this armor is good.

Jiang Sinan, who was still looking at the "Crescent Moon Remnant Cloud Armor" on the scholar's body, was cold when he heard such a sentence, and was slightly stunned, and his face turned green directly.

Damn, did you say hello?!

You kid didn't die even if he was unlucky, can I die with a dignified Jin Dan sword cultivator?

Jiang Sinan, who almost didn't directly greet the scholars and ancestors of the previous generations, just scolded twice, but suddenly discovered the strangeness of the matter.

No, where did this kid get such good armor? Also, how did he escape the boar demon, he is a mortal, it is impossible for him to cut off the boar demon's head with a single sword.

So he stepped on shit luck, and he happened to meet a monk who was still warm-hearted?

It looks like it's still a sword cultivator?

His face improved a little, Jiang Sinan looked at the scholar with a strange look, and unsurprisingly didn't see anything unusual on his face.

Except for a handful of snot and tears.

Looking at the big stuff that was stuck on his face, and he couldn't tell the difference between snot and tears, Jiang Sinan was a little spicy and wanted to look away, but he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

What's my business?

Why didn't I die?!

Wonder if this stinky boy thinks I left him behind and curses me to death?

Thinking of this, Jiang Sinan's face became a little complicated.

Then he saw the scholar who didn't know whether it was good luck or bad luck, looked at him in a bit of a daze, and then turned to look south.

As far as he could see, there was only an empty path, and the trees beside the road that could not speak, silently.

Then, Jiang Sinan's eyes widened.

In the distance, a silvery-white light rose into the sky, and a bright full moon spun out from high in the sky, like a huge snow-white disk, falling from the sky.

His thoughts were suddenly urgent, and a vein like a filament was withdrawn from Jiang Sinan's mind, which was already jumping out of his mind.

His face changed, and he muttered in disbelief:

"Fuck, it's really a slanting moon?"

……

Xun Ming, who was already ready to continue to "show the enemy weakness", was just about to take a step, and when he punched again, he felt that his chest suddenly tightened, and a breath of new air blocked the old qi, making Xun Ming's straight back bend slightly, and then he began to blur a little, but his vision blurred a little more.

It was as if there was a naughty boy who put a piece of poorly polished colorless glass in front of his eyes.

The heartstrings tightened suddenly, and Xun Ming, who was secretly bad, flashed to his side, not forgetting to summon a bronze ancient mirror with dense broken patterns in his hand and blocking it in front of him.

Kankan dodged the illusory foot with the thickness of an adult's waist, that is, a snow-white trainer came one after another, and hit the bronze ancient mirror, which completely shattered the mirror and completely lost its spirituality.

Looking at the source of the training with blindfolded eyes, Xun Ming saw the same door that had been melted into the spider's chest, and stretched out a hand, on which there were countless fine green and white veins protruding, like countless small insects wriggling under the skin.

The pale hand without a trace of blood held a white horse, which was the one that Leng Buding hit Xun Ming.

At the moment when the bronze mirror was shattered, Xun Ming knew that this seemingly ordinary Bai Lian was a rare magic weapon for ordinary people.

The magic weapon corresponds to the monk's three realms of the Xuandao.

Many Immortal Sects, including the Slanting Moon Sect, have an unwritten rule:

The disciples in the door can only go out of the mountain to experience when they form a golden pill.

So after recognizing the iconic slanting moon robe before, Xun Ming just sent the scholar out of the realm without even thinking about it.

As for Xun Ming's current cave, why he was able to go down the mountain, in addition to his master's lack of roots and tendons, there was also the sentence that his master overrode in the ancestral hall:

"You go to the sect and pick an ordinary new golden pill, and see who fucks who beats whom!"

Normally, Xun Ming's poor bag that almost fell off the Xuandao is naturally not able to compete with those "juniors" with "mediocre qualifications".

But if it's a fight for life, then it's another story, it's hard to say whether Xun lives or not, but the Jin Dan on the opposite side can't survive out of ten.

Of course, all this without counting the foul companion sword.

Seeing that the blow was successful, the Oblique Moon Female Cultivator turned her head very stiffly, and made a "cluck" sound of bones cracking, and then Xun Ming saw that on the originally beautiful face, the two white bone eyes turned "bonely", and an ugly smile that tore the flesh of both cheeks and grinned straight to the root of the ear slowly tore apart.

The magic weapon naturally has a unique "supernatural power".

The magic weapon in the hands of the monk who was born in the Immortal Sect and the Oblique Moon is naturally not ordinary.

After seeing that extremely ugly smile, Xun Ming felt that the world in front of him was instantly distorted, as if there was a pair of invisible hands kneading and messing everything in front of him.

Spiritual spells?

As soon as this thought arose in Xun Ming's heart, a tingling sensation came from the depths of his mind, as if a thick spike had pierced straight into his head.

The consciousness began to blur rapidly, and the strength on his body seemed to be losing rapidly, and the gravitational force from the ground seemed to increase several times in a blink of an eye, giving Xun Ming the illusion that he was going to fall to the ground in a moment.

His heart tightened, urging the spiritual power in his body to suddenly become sick, and Xun Ming forced himself to cheer up and get out of that very bad state.

But things in the world naturally don't go as you wish.

After a brief acceleration, the spiritual power fell silent with a more rapid decline, like a small insect falling into the water, dying and slowly sinking to the bottom of the water.

Grass, just dead...... It's really unproductive......

Not noticing the thick feet that broke through the air one after another, Xun Ming's right eye, which had already narrowed into a slit, opened with difficulty, as if he was unwilling to see something more.

Then he saw the snow-white slanting moon robe, which turned into a plain white robe without a trace of variegation, and the striped feet and limbs that stood up behind the robe turned into one pitch-black figure after another, like a ghost.

The owner in white has a pair of unique eyes that are ice blue, and at this time, it seems that countless years have passed, and he is looking straight at him.

Countless Jin Ge slamming sounds, ghosts breaking through the air, and demons screaming suddenly sounded in his ears...... Xun Ming's mind seemed to have a thunderous explosion, shattering all his thoughts.

A touch of pitch blackness soaked his right eye from right to left in an instant, turning the original whites of his eyes into a pitch black that was deeper than the night sky, and making the originally pitch-black pupils with a demonic red glow like blood.

A hand that was so white that it didn't look like it came from a man suddenly lifted, grabbed the snow-white hosta on his bun, and pulled it off suddenly.