The moonlight shines on the way home.

There were no other surprises on the way from Qinggu to Beiliangcheng, which was excellent.

However, Yu Zhi always had an uneasy premonition in his heart, always feeling that something extremely bad was about to happen, but he didn't know it yet.

In front of the gate of Beiliang City, Yan Yi pulled the reins, listened to the neighing of horses, and stood under the city wall without taking a step.

Yu Zhi turned around and wondered, "Aren't you going into the city together?" ”

Yan Yi shook her head, revealing a tired smile.

"It's already safe when you enter Beiliang City."

This is not a very good reason, but it is also extremely reasonable, it seems that the two days from Cangshan to Beiliangcheng are all to help Yu Zhi get Biluo Qingyan.

Now that Biluo Qingyan has been delivered, Yan Yi's task has also been completed.

One stood inside the gates, the other outside the gates, and the two looked at each other in silence.

After a long time, Yu Zhi said, "Thank you." I will definitely go to the Divine Hidden Pavilion to thank you in the future. ”

Since meeting Yan Yi, Yan Yi has helped Yu Zhi survive the crisis several times. Such kindness is not insignificant.

Yan Yi just smiled, waved his hand at Yu Zhi and said, "You still owe me something, just remember it." ”

Yu Zhi was stunned, he really forgot about it.

"Good. He has something to do in the day, going up the knife mountain and going down to the sea of fire, I know that I will never back down. Yu Zhi said.

Yan Yi smiled lightly, and the green clothes in the moonlight looked extremely eye-catching. "You have to remember the phrase today."

Yu Zhi hugged his fists and galloped away.

Yan Yi looked at Yu Zhiyuan's back, she didn't know what kind of emotion was in her eyes, and muttered: "Accompany you to save another woman, I am not so free and easy after all." ”

Yesterday, Yu Zhi asked her why she had rescued her several times.

She said that maybe she liked Yu Zhi.

Belief or unbelief is between knowing and thinking.

And whether this matter is true or false is also between Yan Yi's thoughts.

......

Si Qinxue played the entrance song, and the sound of the piano was around, sweeping away the bursts of poisonous mist.

Her mission tonight is to deal with this mysterious poisonous fog, break through these terrifying poisonous fogs, and these killers will be able to enter no one's land and kill in front of each other's eyes.

Every time the strings are plucked, a sound wave is heard, blowing away a poisonous mist.

Dozens of killers are coming.

Yu Zhuyue didn't expect that the other party's piano sound would have such an effect, and the old wrinkles were stacked.

Yu Zhuyue looked at Lao Huang, and Lao Huang immediately realized that among the several people, only Lao Huang had the strength to fight. But so many killers rely on Lao Huang to deal with it alone, which is obviously impossible.

Lao Huang's expression was solemn, five of these killers were at the realm of opening the Monument and the Seventh Grade, and he was able to stop the two of them, which was already the price of serious injuries.

If there is one more opponent, Lao Huang will definitely die.

The poisonous fog quickly dissipated, revealing the people in front of the house. Before Lao Huang could catch up, someone shouted, "I'll deal with this old guy." ”

As he spoke, a meteor hammer smashed directly into Lao Huang's front door. At the last moment, Lao Huang took a step, and the wine gourd in his hand blasted out and hit the meteor hammer.

Airplanes!

The meteor hammer flew back, and the old wine gourd also flew back into Lao Huang's hands.

In this light, the two are evenly matched.

Lao Huang didn't dare to step forward too much, worried about being besieged by the other party, and even more worried about the devastating siege of the remaining people.

But if you worry about being useful, the reality will not be so cruel.

After the killer who used the meteor hammer entangled Lao Huang, the rest of the killers rushed forward with a miserable method. As long as the woman is taken down, they will be able to regain their freedom.

Such an opportunity is once in a lifetime.

You must know that Mr. Three has extremely strict control over the killers in the private school. The days on which the antidote is distributed are calculated according to the hour, and if the hour is slightly elapsed, it is difficult to escape the fate of death from poisoning.

Therefore, these killers are desperate to catch Li Wantong.

Besides, it's not a difficult task.

Lao Huang was dragged down, Ning Huan was seriously injured and lost his combat strength. Even if Yu Lan has some combat strength, it is not enough to deal with these people, let alone Wang Dafu.

In Kyoto, Wang Dafu said that it sounded like a hundred households, and if it was bad, it was a city gate. The strength is only a little higher than those soldiers.

Yu Lan waved her hand, and her true qi gushed out, and she saw the poisonous powder hidden in her body swing out.

Surprise poison powder may also be able to poison some killers.

But a sharp piano sound broke Yu Lan's delusion, and the sound wave vibrated like a howling wind, bringing the poisonous powder to the sky.

"Miss Li, you go first. I, Wang Dafu, even if I fight for my life, I can't let you have an accident. Wang Dafu was in front of Li Wantong and was ready to sacrifice.

Li Wantong held a sword chopstick tightly in her hand, and she must not hesitate at the moment of life and death, otherwise it would cause an ending like the tragic death of a girl.

I have to say that after experiencing the girl's incident, Li Wantong is no longer as weak as before.

Otherwise, she didn't dare to use her life to repay Yu Lan and Ning Huan just now.

Whatever the outcome, it's all worth it.

A dagger came from the darkness, and I don't know who shot the dagger, but it was straight to Wang Dafu.

Killing this middle-aged man and taking the girl behind him away is their task. Then again, kidnapping someone is much harder than killing someone.

Clang.

Wang Dafu greeted him and threw a punch, and his true qi blocked the dagger like a gust of wind. But when Wang Dafu stepped forward, three killers secretly appeared to surround him.

It is said that two fists are hard to beat four hands, and more people have the advantage of having more people, so the ruffians and gangsters also like to form gangs.

For Li Wantong and others, the situation is extremely critical.

Lao Huang and Wang Dafu are entangled, and even they are difficult to protect.

Right now, Yu Zhuyue, Yu Lan, Wan'er, Li Wantong and the seriously injured Ning Huan, these five people are like fish on the chopping board, and they are dying.

Behind Li Wantong, a miserable white palm suddenly stretched out, dry and thin, as if it had been soaked in water for a long time, and only a layer of white skin remained.

The cold touch spread from Li Wantong's shoulders all over her body.

The killer's hidden kung fu is also excellent, so quietly lurking around Li Wantong, if you really want to kill Li Wantong, it is simply easy.

Li Wantong broke her sword qi chopsticks again, and her thin and white palm locked her shoulders like eagle claws, dragging her body towards the darkness behind her.

Truly...

The cold laughter is like the roar of the demons of hell,

Li Wantong turned her head, and out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the figure behind her. It was a grim face, as white as his hands, as if it had been infected with some kind of serious illness, tormented by the pain and skinny, dying and struggling.

"What a tender little lady."

This voice made Li Wantong feel a chill.

However, Li Wantong struggled powerlessly, except for the sword qi chopsticks in her hand, she was just an ordinary woman who couldn't be more ordinary.

was caught off guard by the attack, and saw that Li Wantong was about to be arrested.

A golden light appeared in the eyes of the two of them.

"Amitabha."

The clear sound spread to the entire courtyard with the appearance of golden light.

Everyone was stunned.

Little monk?

How can there be a little monk here?

Li Wantong and others had more surprises in their hearts. How did you forget this little monk?

After Wuhua was taken to the small courtyard, he ate fasting and chanting Buddha all day long, and even everyone forgot that there was such a small monk.

It's not that there is no flower without a sense of existence, who would think that such a handsome little monk has no sense of existence?

In the first few days of Wuhua's arrival, Yu Lan looked at Wuhua day by day, and there was irrepressible curiosity in his eyes.

First, Yu Lan had never met a monk.

Second, Yu Lan had never seen such a handsome monk.

Third, Yu Lan likes the faint pine fragrance on the little monk's body.

This curiosity for a few days made Ning Huan start to hate the little monk without flowers.

This dead bald man is so good-looking, if Lan Lan is seduced away, I will be cold.

However, the hatred in Ning Huan's heart soon disappeared.

Because, every time Yu Lan and Wuhua talk, Wuhua always stammered. Perhaps it was the first time he saw such an enthusiastic female benefactor, and he was a little nervous, and he even recited "Amitabha" badly.

Several stammers dispelled Yu Lan's curiosity.

So, after that, Ri Ning Huan sent some meals to Wuhua on time, and the others almost never saw Wuhua again. In this time of crisis, everyone has forgotten about the little monk without flowers.

The golden light flickered, like the Buddha came into the world, and bursts of Sanskrit sounds were born out of thin air, surrounding the entire small courtyard.

"Donor, the Buddha said, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground. Don't try to kill. Wuhua said to the white-faced killer behind Li Wantong.

Under the golden light, neither of them could move.

"Dead bald, what kind of demon law are you, let go of Lao Tzu!" The white-faced killer said angrily.

His true qi couldn't be used by him, and his body couldn't move.

Wuhua looked innocent, this donor was so rude, how could he open his mouth to scold people.

Wuhua clasped her hands together, wanting to step forward to rescue Li Wantong.

Suddenly, countless lights and shadows flashed in Wuhua's clear eyes, and the killers around him had already come towards Wuhua.

At this time, no matter who it is, as long as they prevent them from arresting Li Wantong, even if the gods and Buddhas are in the way, they will kill the gods and kill the Buddhas. What's more, just a little bald donkey?

The flowers did not change in surprise, and his expression showed a little helplessness.

Why do people under the mountain like to fight and kill?

Clang!

The ancient bell of the Buddhist temple rang for a long time, and the magnificent bell rang quickly, wiping out the light and sword shadow of the spatula.

The ancient golden bell covers the flowerless body, and the golden bell is engraved with countless mysterious Sanskrit words, exuding mysterious power.

And under the shroud of golden light, the thin figure of the flowerless looks extremely majestic, really like a real Buddha in the ancient temple, reciting Buddhist scriptures, subduing demons and eliminating demons.

"So many donors are mistaken by greed and hatred. It's a good time to make merit. Amitabha. "No flowers, eyes shining. He went down the mountain in order to cultivate more merits and become a Buddha. Such an opportunity should not be let go of in front of us.

"Good, good." The little monk without flowers had a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

Yu Lan said eagerly: "Little monk, kill them all." ”

Wuhua still folded her hands with a compassionate look on her face. "The Buddha said that sweeping the floor is afraid of hurting the lives of ants. The little monk did not dare to kill people, and persuaded the donors to put down the butcher's knife. ”

"Phew. You little bald donkey, the uncle slaughtered you first. "The killers are hideous and vicious.

What they hate the most is a stumbling block when they are on a mission.

Right now, this white-skinned little monk is a stinking and hard stumbling block.

Hearing this, Wuhua said lightly: "Amitabha." Donors can try to see if they can break the golden bell jar of the little monk. ””

But Wuhua is confident, and when he is ready to do a big job, he only listens to the sound of "bell" again.

When the bell rang, there was a crack.

Dozens of killers hit together, how could this be blocked by Wuhua?