"Wang Jia—"

The old monk of Shannian standing on the nine-story black tower suddenly spoke, his eyebrows solemn, implying compassion.

"You're finally here."

His tone seemed to be reminiscing with an acquaintance he hadn't seen for a long time. Wang Jia was originally from the Western Regions, and her father and mother also took her to the Demon Temple to worship the Bodhisattva when she was alive.

If the Buddha can remember this short relationship, he will naturally know the hatred in his heart.

But...... Hatred, people, and half-life mistakes.

Wang Jia's eyes were dark, and his sword intent was not contained, "It's useless to say more!" ”

The slender arm of the black-clothed sword waved, different from the tension and strength of the infernal sword technique, at this time, the sword followed the person, and the cold wind hunted beside him.

The sword technique of the Ten Directions Gate is called the Ten Directions Sword Method, and there is tolerance under the sword, and the Ten Directions refer to the ten sentient beings.

Wang Jia's infernal sword is used to kill with a white sword, and the ten directions are to be born with a black sword, and his integrated swordsmanship includes life and death, which is a yin and yang swordsmanship!

It just so happens that he uses black and white yin-yang wood, which is in line with his century-old perception and learning!

This sword can really climb rivers, break mountains, cut sentient beings in ten directions, and open the gates of infernal hell!

The black-clothed sword cultivator was already close to the side of the abbot, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the power of this Buddha cultivator.

The next moment, he flipped his wrist and made the Infernal Sword Technique and walked with the others, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the ninth floor of the Black Tower.

"This sword is called Yin and Yang!"

"Boom-"

Almost at the same moment, dense runes and Buddhist precepts reappeared on the tower of the Black Tower, and a golden python flew out in all directions.

This python shadow is far bigger than the golden snake of Fangcai, the number is full of nine, and it is bound to swallow the sky and eat people!

Wang Jia originally thought that the previous golden snake had been transformed by the tower protection barrier of this black tower, and it should be much worse than before it was cut off by Fang. With the sword he has learned in the past hundred years, he will definitely be able to cut it off from the ninth layer.

Unexpectedly, the black tower did not move at all, but the iron ring that bound the golden python shrank, and now it is more like a small decoration hanging on the python's tail.

Four golden pythons bit Wang Jia at the same time, and the old monk Shannian had already flown to the vicinity of the body of the White Pagoda.

Wang Jia's sword almost exhausted all of his cultivation as a late Yuan Infant, and now he swung his sword against the golden python, even if he didn't die, he would be injured.

The golden python opened its big mouth and was about to bite his head in one bite.

Suddenly, a firewood knife flew by, making a whirling state, and the four golden pythons were neatly split and hung on the wall of the ninth floor of the Black Tower.

The sword of Wang Jia was not useless before, and after the Buddha precepts and runes were dispersed, there was an extremely obvious sword mark on the black wall.

The firewood knife was just right, and among the sword marks, a total of nine golden pythons suddenly disappeared.

Wang Jia did not die, and there was still a moment of palpitation in his heart. His expression was indifferent and solemn, and he turned to look in the direction where the firewood knife was flying.

The red-clothed monk was holding a broken knife in his hand, surrounded by three old monks.

The black-clothed sword cultivator squinted slightly, his long narrow eyes were wrapped in gloom, his dark pupils were as deep as night, and he said in a hoarse voice:

"I owe you this time."

After saying that, Wang Jia suddenly turned around and found a distant place to violently pour the elixir into himself.

As if intended, he casually swept the wood knife embedded in the black tower.

“……”

The next moment, Wang Jia's eyes widened, his pupils trembled, and he turned his head to look at Fang Zhe with a frightened and almost unbelievable expression.

"It's plain...... Jiang Su's knife? He choked.

Fang Zhi ignored the few people around him, met Wang Jia's gaze, and bowed slightly: "Exactly, kill."

Wang Jia was stunned, and then said angrily: "You can actually control Jiang Su's magic weapon?!" What did you do to her?!! ”

The black-clothed sword cultivator suddenly raised his sword, and he wanted to slash at the red-clothed monk regardless of whether he was or she was the enemy.

Fang Zhen lowered his eyes slightly, but did not speak.

Stay until the white sword is already in front of you.

His tone was extremely flat: "Before, my consciousness was broken, and I pulled her divine consciousness to communicate with my god. And then I had her breath in my mind. Now that the time has passed, her aura has dissipated, and she should not have used this knife. ”

"But, the little doctor gave it to me."

Fang Zhe's tone of voice was unhurried, and there was a glimmer in his eyes, which showed that he was thinking deeply about the past.

Wang Jia's sword stopped in mid-air, and it didn't fall for a long time.

"God...... ...... Gift knives?! ”

His anger began to soar from the beginning when he found out about the killing, and after hearing that Su Su was pulled away by one of his gods, it accumulated to the peak.

But in the end...... This knife turned out to be given to Fang Zhen by Jiang Su.

Wang Jia was silent, lowered his head, his eyes lightened, and he seemed to be looking down at the monks below.

Suddenly, Wang Jia's sword slashed the black tower and turned into a ruthless sword-wielding machine.

He shouted at the Black Tower:

"Die! Die! Die! ”

"Give me back Jiang Su! Give me back Jiang Su! Give me back Jiang Su! ”

His expression at this time was even more crazy than when the demon cultivator was sick, but the spiritual power of the green light on his body explained to the monk in the same heaven that he Wang Jia was not a demon cultivator.

Wang Jia's irritability couldn't help but surprise several other people who came to save Jiang Su.

Chen Zeshen and Xu Yan were confronting the Luohan Gate behind the tower, and when they heard the roar of the person in front of the tower, they couldn't help but raise their eyebrows.

Xin said: "Tut-tut, Jiang Su is really good at touching flowers and grasses, listening to the habits and strength of movements...... It's a girl, she has such a deep affection for her Jiang Su. ”

"Isn't it her Jiang Su who eats both men and women?"

Chen Zeshen's peach blossom face suddenly had a hint of playfulness, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, as if he was carefully compiling the experience of Jiang Su and this girl.

The opposite Rohan sensed his distraction and suddenly threw a punch that struck him in the chest.

Chen Zeshen's smile deepened, and suddenly thousands of branches flew out of his fluttering sleeves and wrapped around the man's wrist in the fist wind.

Overcome rigidity with softness.

These thousands of branches are all young branches of the locust tree, and there are even green shoots hanging on them.

The pink shirt flutters like a fairy in the wind, and the branches are drawn into long-sleeved dances.

"What is this?!" The arhat was shocked.

How can there be branches on the monk's body? Isn't this person a demon?! No way, they know demons best!

The Pink Friar said leisurely.

"Monk, you say."

"Does Mushi have any love?"

The arhat was stunned, looked at the branches that gradually climbed up his body from his wrists, and muttered: "Naturally, the grass and trees are heartless, and the stones are ruthless."

Chen Zeshen's eyebrows frowned slightly, and he shook his head regretfully, "That's not what she said." ”

"She said that all the plants and trees in the world have love, but it is difficult for people to see the truth."

Luo Han was puzzled, so he asked, "Who is she?"

The man in pink waved the folding fan in his hand and shook it gently on his chest.

The voice is like a ghost that hooks the soul, fluttering.

"The people in the tower, my friend Jiang Su."

Chen Zeshen got rid of the shackles of the Arhats, flew to the main body of the tower, and landed in the place where the collision of soldiers is most intense - the ninth-story black tower.

Seeing this sword mark that had penetrated deep into the body of the tower, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and even looked at the black-clothed sword cultivator who was like a mad dog.

"Tut-tut, it's really still a madman who is easy to do."

(End of chapter)