The old monk in a tattered shirt avoided answering, but said bluntly: "This place is at the foot of Qingyun Mountain, Your Excellency is here to kill people, and you are doing nonsense, if Qingyunmen knows, I am afraid that once the Qingyun chase and kill order is issued, in the future, Your Excellency will have nothing to live in peace." ”

The black fog gradually dissipated, revealing a black-clothed masked man, and after seeing him smile, he snorted and said with disdain:

"Qingyunmen on a dog day, it's not as good as bullshit, there are few real skills, and fighting will only rely on a lot of people.

In order to be on top, such treacherous things as killing teachers and killing brothers can also be done, Lao Tzu is afraid of him!

Old bald donkey, don't talk nonsense, if you know each other, give me those two boys quickly, otherwise, I will let you be buried under this Qingyun Mountain today. ”

On the cold soil, Zhu Xian, who pretended to be in a coma, used the turtle breath gong to the extreme, trying to mediate his breathing and becoming extremely weak.

In the eyes of connoisseurs, this is only half a life left, and death is not far away.

In fact, if he can't get the Soul Devouring Bead to continue his life before dawn, he will definitely die.

When the first rays of the morning sun rise, it is the time when the soul of the short-lived young man who has crossed over is scattered.

The conversation between the two was not lost, and he listened to it all.

sighed in his heart, this old coward is really thoughtful, if he didn't already know the plot, otherwise he wouldn't have guessed that this person caught the child is fake, and it is true for the old monk Puzhi.

Puzhi old bald donkey was really fooled.

Under the strong wind, the old monk folded his hands and said:

"Amitabha, as a monk, Lao Gu should be compassionate, and you must not watch these two children being poisoned by you, donor, put down the butcher's knife, and become a Buddha on the spot, Amitabha Buddha ......"

This old monk is compassionate.

However, it is another matter to be affected by the bloodthirsty beads and to be affected by them.

Because of this, Zhu Xian didn't dare to put his life on a fluke.

However, the old monk's move was right in the hands of the man in black.

If the old monk really gave up the two children and gave them to the man in black, it is estimated that the mysterious man in black would also be dumbfounded.

Monks, you can't play cards according to the rules.

Everyone is a person who speaks martial virtues.

As if enraged, the black gas permeated again, and the man said angrily:

"Okay, you impatient old thief, this is your own death, but you can't blame me!"

When the words fell, the black gas swirled, and the ghost was aura.

A crimson light shone into the night, and then came, and the wind was blowing around the ruined temple.

"Poison Blood Banner!"

The old monk, who had always folded his hands, finally began to show his anger and shouted:

"Evil obstacles! Such an evil thing, losing all conscience, the old man will suppress you here today. ”

"Jie Ji ......"

In the black fog, the voice sneered, but no longer spoke, and the whistling sound gradually grew, and the red glow was sparkling.

The young man who pretended to be unconscious only felt a very strong smell of blood coming to his nose, and his stomach was churning and he wanted to vomit.

Fishy, pungent.

There was a sharp ghost crying wolf howling in the air, which became more and more poignant and desolate.

Such a late night, coupled with the thunder in the sky, and the wind and clouds, it seems that countless resentful spirits are crying in this night.

Among them, there is also the sound of bones, the sound of fear coming out of the grave.

It's frightening, my scalp is numb, and I want to call my mother.

"Old bald donkey, die!"

The young man who pretended to be unconscious opened a trace of his eyes slightly, and saw that among the red flags of ghost qi and blood, there were bursts of grimaces, sharp teeth and fangs, extremely hideous, the ghost eyes opened suddenly, roared violently, and then turned into entities and flew out, attacking the old monk in the broken robe with his hands folded.

Zhu Xian has read a lot of various novels, and his imagination is rich enough, but at this time, he is still inevitably creepy.

What is this martial arts world?

Seeing this skeleton entity, the old monk Puzhi was even more angry, and then said a Buddha name:

"Amitabha...... The power of this poisonous blood banner is so strong, there will be a lot of people who will inevitably sacrifice blood during the refining process, but I am afraid that there are no less than three hundred people, and the immeasurable Heavenly Venerable ......"

Sacrificing human blood to practice weapons can indeed be regarded as losing all conscience.

However, Zhu Xian secretly said in his heart, this seems to be too far from cultivating immortals.

Looking at a lot of leisure, blood sacrifice refining weapons, as little as a city, as much as a country, thousands.

It is common to millions of living beings.

Among them, tomatoes are respected, often tens of millions, hundreds of millions, and sometimes, it has been a star field and a universe.

Only 300 people?

Are you sure you didn't say a word "10,000" less?

The physical ghosts kept rushing out, more and more, and there were three hundred, and it was really as the old monk expected.

The evil ghost attacked, and the old monk was not in a hurry, kicking one by one, kicking the two unconscious children away, and prostrate on the ground in the corner of the thatched wall in the distance.

Then, holding a jasper rosary in his left hand, he drew a circle in the void.

Buddha Gate Lion Seal!

It can be done with one hand.

With such cultivation, there are few people in the Buddhist sect in the world who can do it!

Handful.

The young man who pretended to be unconscious who was kicked in the waist couldn't help but gasp, which inevitably caused him to notice it, and swallowed the cool air alive.

Lao Tzu's kidneys are not good, you old bald donkey, where is it not good to kick, you can use it like this?

If you don't use it yourself, I'll use it in the future!

Crawling on the ground, landing on the ground with his face, but not daring to move.

With a void eye, he caught a glimpse of Zhang Xiaofan, who was really in a coma and lying beside him, and his face was also on the ground at this moment.

It's just that he didn't have good luck with himself.

This stubborn boy, where his face is touching at this moment, is in the middle of a lump of cow dung.

I'm really worried about whether he will wake him up early in a while.

I wonder if cow dung got into my mouth......

In the dark night, under lightning, the two officially clashed.

The old monk's five fingers are flexed and stretched, and the fingertips are golden, and a golden ** is formed, and the golden light is brilliant.

Three hundred corpses and ghosts, all of them were blocked from the air.

Let it tear and bite violently, towering and immovable like a Ming king.

The strength of the two, the gap is suddenly obvious.

In the black mist, the hoarse voices of men and women said angrily:

"Old bald donkey, good skills!"

I don't know what kind of secret method seal the mysterious person pinched under the black fog, and the three hundred ghost things merged into one, fused into a huge skeleton general, and the huge dry bone fist slammed on the golden **.

The thatch on the ground flew, shattered and danced.

The old monk smiled confidently and said, "A little trick, I also came to sell ...... in front of the old man."

Before the word "get" came out, his body was shocked, and his buttocks only felt bitten by something, and a strange itch and paralysis suddenly spread all over his body.

It was dark in front of him, and he was as solid as a mountain in front of him, and he was as immobile as King Ming's **, crumbling.

Under the lightning flash, a trace of black blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Under the ghostly black mist, hoarse voices that were difficult to distinguish between men and women came:

"The old bald donkey, a little trick, dares to come to me to show off, looking for death!"

As soon as the words fell, the huge entity skeleton ghost and demon general smashed down with a punch again.

The golden splendor ** was shattered.

There was a click, and it fell apart.

The Skeleton Demon suddenly opened his blood-colored eyes, let out a terrible wail, and his strength skyrocketed.

A punch struck the old monk in the chest, knocking him flying, dragging a furrow footprint on the ground.

The old monk crashed into the ruined temple, and the already dilapidated wall suddenly collapsed.

With a muffled snort, the old monk's ribs were broken several times.

All of a sudden, the dust was flying.

A piece of rubble flew and smashed into the back of the head of the boy who was pretending to be unconscious.

Hot feeling.

Tie must have become a magnificent teenager.

You can feel the subtle pain that bulges.

Thunder and lightning were combined, but the prostrate figure did not dare to move.

The word "hiss~" had to be swallowed through gritted teeth.