Li Tongya frowned and nodded, while Minghui was upright, staring at his face carefully, and said softly:

"I studied under Maha, and there was a monster who was taught under my master's throne, and he was just a demon soldier at that time."

"Shizun calculated the fortune number, learned that the foundation of this monster was in Xu State, and spent a lot of mana and fate to calculate it for it, and learned that it was in Yanshan on the border of Xu State, so he sent him to practice there to wait for the time of day."

Master Minghui shook the Zen staff in his hand, and there was a clanging sound, which continued to echo in the air like an eagle's roar, and he spoke:

"Later, I became a mage, and the master knew that his fate had arrived, so he sent me to Bian Yanshan to collect him as a spirit beast mount, who knew that the little monk walked on foot for more than three years, and he actually pounced!"

Li Tongya immediately understood, when he went to Bian Yanshan to catch and kill the monster, the wolf demon kept saying that there was a fate and the law was coming, I am afraid that this was the case, but where could Li Tongya be persuaded by him without evidence at that time, so he naturally arrested and killed him.

Knowing this in his heart, Li Tongya's face did not change, and said with a smile:

"The mage came to ask me? Maha calculates the number of fate, then it should be fate, and now there is a fallacy, either the Venerable Master miscalculated, or the monster is restless, and he lost his life, even if it is related to us and others, it is also caused by the number of fate, how can you come to ask me about this immortal cultivation? ”

Na Minghui opened her lips and squeezed out a burst of laughter, although she guessed that most of it was related to the Li family, she was also slightly helpless in her heart.

There are many interferences in the Purple Mansion War in Bian Yanshan, and it is difficult to maintain the fabricated fate, Master Minghui originally wanted to see if he could slander Li Tongya, but he never thought that this person could speak skillfully, attacking the shield of the son with the spear of the son, and forced him to have nothing to say, but he was angry at the moment, so he had to laugh and say:

"The donor's fate has been decided, and I can't interfere, but Mochizuki Lake is a good place with clear wind and bright moonlight, if there is a great power of my sect to be reincarnated here, please take care of the donor."

Li Tongya has also heard of many methods of explanatory teachings, once the Maha Dharma is achieved, you can ensure that a little true spirit is immortal, and seek the host reincarnation from generation to generation, and the explanatory teachings are called the way of rebirth.

Li Tongya endured it again and again, but he didn't want him to become more and more shameless, so he actually hit the idea on the juniors of the Li family, and said coldly:

"It's hard for me to wait for the Buddha to play the reincarnation of generations in the north, but Hugh wants to hit the idea on the juniors of my family! If there is any Maha Dharma who dares to steal the body of my clan's children, even if I, Li Tongya, kill this reincarnated spirit boy with my own hands, I will not let you wait for my child's body to act recklessly! ”

Na Minghui grinned, waved his hand again and again, and replied:

"The donor is so angry, it's just a joke, my sect has never been reincarnated in the south, even if it is obtained by chance, it will not occupy the body of the family immortal clan, it is conventional, not to mention that the nobleman is a sword immortal family, we dare not commit it."

Minghui said respectfully, but his expression and actions were very contemptuous, Li Tongya had no intention of saying more to him, only arched his hand, and said in a low voice:

"Then don't leave it at that!"

So he didn't bother to talk to him more, and rode back into the mountains.

Minghui bowed her head slightly, watched Li Tongya fall back into the mountain, squinted for a while, the colorful light in her eyes flowed, stared at the people under the mountain in a daze, stayed on Li Qinghong for a while, and muttered:

"Rayfa...... It seems to have a lot to do with my teachings! This girl was born beautiful, and when she went back to be a maid who cleaned and served, she was also very moved by the magic utensils. ”

Minghui sacrificed his own magic weapon, it is a golden hall, which is full of handsome men and beautiful women, for him to practice alone, and now seeing Li Qinghong's heroic appearance, his index finger moved, thought for a while, and secretly said:

"Now that the south is in chaos, what kind of sword immortal is far away in the southern Xinjiang, if I cast a spell properly and captured this woman, who can say anything?"

At that moment, the heart was moved, the magic trick had been pinched, and he was ready to fall down and change his form, trying to see if he could take this woman away, but there was a big jump in his heart, Master Minghui hesitated for a moment, and thought:

"I'm always worried in my heart, after all, the Li family has a reputation as a sword immortal, so it's better to pinch a wisp of life and calculate it, although it takes a little more time and mana, but the boat capsized in the gutter."

Master Minghui raised his fingers, the colored light in his hand sparkled, he closed his eyes and stood up, calculated for a moment and three moments, and muttered:

"It's still Li Tongya's granddaughter, but it's also a little troublesome, I'm afraid he will have red eyes and fight with me...... Harm! Cultivation is the second layer of qi training, and he is good at marksmanship......"

Minghui was concentrating on calculating, suddenly, standing in the air like a sculpture, the fat face was stiff and sluggish, he had cultivated into an innocent body, and there were no tears or sweat in theory, but he suddenly trembled at the moment, fine beads of sweat appeared on his fat face, and the translucent beads of sweat were accumulating bigger and bigger, rolling on his smooth skin.

Minghui's eyes widened, and the colored light in his hand became more and more abundant, floating in his hand like a star, but he cried and mourned, and he didn't dare to move, feeling a sense of danger that was so strong that he suffocated, his legs were numb, and he was about to vomit blood.

"World-honored kindness!! As long as the little monk's finger pushes down one more point, and continues to calculate even one word, it will inevitably be wiped out! There is no chance of survival! ”

The spiritual opportunity in the dark foreshadowed that it was constantly beating in his mind, making Minghui's limbs tremble, and he gritted his teeth and cursed:

"It's definitely connected to some great power, at least a Jindan monk! Damn it...... How could such a depressed place be involved in such a powerful place, this is broken! Going up in smoke isn't just a joke! ”

Minghui has not yet cultivated Maha, but Shakti is proficient in the past and future, and it stands to reason that there is no problem in retaining the true spirit after death, but he deeply understands at the moment that once this fate is launched, he will be wiped out immediately, and the slightest true spirit will be completely wiped out without leaving any true spirit, don't say that he is a mage, even if it is Maha, he will turn to dust.

Minghui was sweating profusely, and forcibly suppressed the spell in his hand, but this spell was halfway through, and it was difficult to stop, he could only watch the colored light in his hand become more and more intense, and his eyelids jumped for a while.

"Poof!"

Minghui had to reverse the spell and spit out a mouthful of blood, forcibly suppressed the spell in his hand, freed up one hand to pinch the trick, and shook out a golden palace, among which the pavilions and pavilions, exquisite and beautiful, handsome men and beautiful women, walking barefoot, flowing down a little bit of colored light.

"Go!"

Minghui took the magic weapon with difficulty, used his palm as a knife, and cut off his hand that was holding the color light technique, and his body was bloodless and fleshless, white and sticky like a dough, and pulled out a thin dough tail.

Although the hand left the body, it was still controlled by him, still pinching the magic and suppressing it, Master Minghui urged the golden light hall, and the upper and lower doors and windows in the hall were opened together, sucking up bursts of golden light clouds, and the severed hand floated into the hall.

"Hoo ........."

Minghui breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the colored light and the severed hand that was suppressed in the magic weapon, and when she struggled and stood up, the severed limb pulled out another hand like dough, white and tender.

"What's going on!"

Minghui screamed angrily.

(End of chapter)