The two flew over the city, Cheng Lu looked down, at first he didn't care, but gradually, he found that something was wrong.

"This is supposed to be a small secular country, besieging the city. But one thing is strange, do you look at the little blood-red flag they are holding? ”

Li naturally must have seen the small flag in his hand early in the morning, but he thought that it was someone else's sect characteristics, and he didn't care.

At this meeting, Cheng Lu specially reminded him to observe, and after watching it carefully for a long time, he also found some clues.

"The monks seem... They don't really care about the lives of the soldiers, and they are even happier when they die? ”

He found that during the siege, these monks were just wandering around the battlefield, and wherever there were casualties, they would rush to the first place, whether they were friends or enemies. At the same time, he waved the small flag in his hand, as if he was using some kind of magic.

And as time went on, the color of the flag in their hands became more and more bright red, and the red seemed to drip blood. At this point, the monk would walk towards a large tent where he was stationed. When you go in and come out again, the color of the flag will become dull.

It seems that the death of a dozen soldiers is a cycle, just observe for a while. Hundreds of the besieging and defending sides have been killed.

And those monks on the city wall, it seems that because of their strength, they can only defend passively. Standing on the top of the wall, knock the attacking soldiers down the ladder and fall into the flesh.

"Moreover, I think the soldiers besieging the city are weird!" Li naturally seemed to lower the height a little as if to confirm something, so that the little aunt could see it more clearly.

"Look at the soldiers who are besieging the city, their expressions and their eyes." Li naturally gently hugged the softness in his arms and sniffed the faint fragrance up close. A little bit of a heart got up again.

Cheng Lu has basically ignored the little Taoist priest's bad behavior, and turned his attention to the ground.

I saw that the soldiers outside the city were like a tide, frantically rushing towards the tall city wall. The shouts of killing almost drowned out the drumbeat of the attack.

Everything seems to be a normal siege. But if you look closely, you will find that the soldier's face is not hideous, hot-blooded, excited, etc., but wooden, sluggish. The passionate voice didn't seem to come from their mouths.

The most bizarre thing is that the eyes of those soldiers are blank and have no focus. It seems to be a puppet manipulated by someone, rushing forward without fear of death.

"This! With such a large area of mind control, is there a psychic master involved in it? ”

At this moment, the battlefield was like a bloody meat grinder, once again harvesting the lives of hundreds of soldiers. Everywhere you look, you can see severed limbs and severed arms that have been cut by sharp blades. There are even headless corpses whose brains have been shattered by boulders.

Of course, the most of them are the flesh that blooms everywhere, falling from the city walls.

Rao has been practicing for decades, and Elder Cheng Lu, who is accustomed to seeing wind and waves, also has a white face, and fine beads of sweat appear on his forehead.

However, the little Taoist Li naturally did not feel any discomfort. From the time he could remember, he seemed to be immune to these bloody images that ordinary people could not bear. Even his master Zhang Wendao thought it was very strange.

However, for this less important matter, neither of them took it to heart, and they forgot about it over time.

"No, if there really were psychic masters, we would have all been discovered a long time ago, where would we allow a monk who doesn't know the enemy to explore so closely at this time."

Li naturally took Cheng Lu to rise quietly and returned the same way.

And in the big tent below, a thin and withered middle-aged male cultivator slightly put away his Xuan Qi that was ready to go. With a wave of his robe, a red pill appeared in the air, slowly turning.

"Master, is the man gone?" The young man with a soft face next to him asked.

"Well, it's probably a passing Taoist couple, a woman's return to the Yuan Realm, so there's no need to worry. That little Taoist priest should be a genius disciple of a certain sect, and he has already broken through the True Mystery at a young age. As soon as the middle-aged male monk spoke, his voice was like that of a night owl, and it made people feel uncomfortable.

But the young disciple didn't realize it, and pursed his lips with a look of disbelief: "Master is already at the peak of the middle stage of the True Xuan, wait for our plan to be completed this time." You have entered the Tongshen, and the establishment of a sect is just around the corner. It is still unknown whether the little Taoist priest can penetrate the gods in this life. ”

After hearing this, the middle-aged monk's red eyes narrowed slightly, and he nodded slightly.

Although his disciple's remarks meant to compliment himself, they were not all nonsense. More than a thousand years after the Great Tribulation, how many amazing young disciples have been stuck outside the door of the gods, and they have died of old age.

And he, by chance, has been the inheritance of the cave mansion since that day. began to plan step by step and pave the way.

Not even the opening of the cave on Tianzhu Mountain was not involved.

The secret of slashing the heavens is important, but it is not something that he can covet as a casual cultivator. It's better to cultivate the inheritance that you secretly obtained, and you can't say that you can still occupy that place in this world of great contention.

"Nan'er, don't underestimate the monks of the world." He first gave a symbolic admonition to his disciple, then raised his chin with his hands behind his back.

"That young Taoist priest doesn't come, if he dares to meddle in his affairs just now, hmph, he can't say it, the old man will refine him into a part of this blood pill."

The disciple known as Nan'er walked up to the master and grabbed the middle-aged arm's arm with both hands like a woman. The voice has also become feminine, with a very coquettish charm.

"Master teaches others again, and people like to see Master's heroic posture of killing all directions!"

As she spoke, the lines on her face had turned into that of a foxy woman, and her chest was also bulging with two majestic lumps, rubbing back and forth on the old man's arms. At the slit of the skirt on the lower body, two smooth and slippery snow-white long legs stretched out, climbing up the middle-aged waist.

The middle-aged monk's posture of looking at the world with his hands behind his back was instantly broken, his hands unconsciously supported his round buttocks, and there was an ambiguous smile on his withered face, and his shriveled lips opened slightly, revealing a mouth full of big yellow teeth, and gnawed on the snow-white and pink face.

"As a teacher to start a sect in the future, Nan'er is not only a disciple of the founding mountain, but also the wife of the sect master, this status is higher than that of the old man."

"That poor and courageous, can you apply and be a pioneer ancestor!"

Ding Dong put it away, and Li Nature's figure suddenly appeared in the big tent.

When he was slightly down just now, the divine consciousness was already probing the tent, although there was a small formation to prevent the prying eyes, but with the blessing of Ding Dong's divine sense, it was easy to crack.

At that time, the middle-aged monk in the tent was refining a red pill, and the bloody feeling was transmitted to Li Tiantian through his divine sense, and he knew what this dog thing was doing again.

Through the flesh of man, to refine this evil thing!

He didn't want to show up, he wanted to hear more information. Look at what evil inheritance this old thing has obtained, and want to commit such a murder.

But if you look at it again, it's really going to be staged in front of you. Li Daochang has been crisscrossing the rivers and lakes for so many years, and he has never experienced this battle.

Besides, if you want to play this Spring Palace drama, even if the protagonist is not as handsome as him, it has to be about the same, at least younger. He couldn't stand such a half-dead ugly thing.

Come out and kill this old thing.

At the moment when Li Tianzhi appeared, the middle-aged monk reacted very quickly and threw the disciple named Nan'er towards Li Tianzhi, without the slightest pity for the jade.

Li Daochang dodged sideways, allowing the delicate body that pounced on him to fall into the mud. The sword pill in his hand had already spit out the sword gang and stabbed straight at the middle-aged man.

Seeing the sword gang that was spitting out and extinguishing, the middle-aged man frowned. Damn, why is it a difficult sword cultivator.

However, the kung fu in his hands did not hesitate, his hands turned into claws, blooming with purple-black black light, gloomy and miserable, and grabbed towards Jian Gang.

"Boom." The two intersected, and Jian Gang pierced a few inches deep into the black light, but did not hurt the palm. Li naturally quickly retreated and stabbed again.

The middle-aged right claw also grabbed Jian Gang again, and his face became relaxed.

"Hey, hey, a little guy who has just entered the real mystery. The old man who lost was so cautious just now. ”

It's true that this kid is a sword cultivator, but he sees that he is about to reach the late stage of the True Xuan, and this little guy is obviously an early stage. The difference between the two of them is almost two grades, and this is not something that can be smoothed out by practicing any kind of magic.

The corners of his mouth were split and he smiled, and the yin wind of his claws was swaying, and his momentum was even better. Suddenly waved towards Li Tiantian, and a gray wave of qi spread.

Poisonous! This was Daochang Li's first reaction, and then he felt that the Xuan Qi was sluggish for a while, and the cyclone in the inner mansion, which was usually like a small spinning top, gradually covered with a layer of gray mist, and the rotation slowed down.

Feel the changes in your body and the mist that is constantly being inhaled into the cyclone. Li naturally looked up at the middle-aged man with a smile on his face, and the victory was in his hands.

"Haha, what's the matter, can't you mobilize the Xuan Qi? What a young genius, what a sword cultivator. It's not my Muyusen's enemy. ”

Nan'er, a coquettish female disciple hiding in the corner, was also secretly shocked. Although the old thing of my master is a little disgusting, it is really powerful. The little Taoist attack was so fierce. was subdued by a move.

She couldn't help but feel sorry for herself in her heart, this little Taoist priest is so good-looking, but today he is going to turn into a pile of flesh and blood and sacrifice the Blood Evil Pill.

Middle-aged is not good at close combat, he is a drug player, if the two of them are in an open place, he really has no way to use the sword cultivation.

But the space in this tent is cramped, and there is an isolation formation. It is just suitable for the play of the poisonous mist, and he does not hold it up, as soon as he comes up, he can let the peak of the True Xuan Peak inhale the Xuan Miasma Qi that will also stagnate the Xuan Qi.

As he expected, the hairy Taoist priest instantly had an incredible expression.

Mu Yusen was very satisfied with his results, he even put away the Xuan Qi on his claws, and Shi Shiran walked towards Li Tiantian.

"How is my broken miasma, this Dao Master." Stopped in front of Li Tiantian and looked up and down at this young and handsome little Taoist priest.

The world of great controversy is about to begin, and he holds the ancient inheritance in his hands. In the future, there will be a rare genius disciple who will fall into his hands. Although most of the records on it are a little incomprehensible, and can even be said to be absurd, he has personally verified this Blood Evil Pill.

When he arrives at Tongshen, maybe even Princess Zhaoyang can kiss Fang Ze, Mu Yusen has infinite reverie on his face.

Nan'er, who was sitting on the ground, saw this expression and instantly understood what her master was thinking. She straightened her dress, and prepared to get up and go to the horse and serve the old thing.