The people outside the tower were excited, but the people inside the tower were powerless.

The gap between people is undoubtedly revealed at this moment, watching others who are also spiritual senses emerge, and they can't even cut through the skin with all their might, many people have a strong sense of powerlessness in their hearts, and they feel how ridiculous their past fame is.

This is not a paradise for them to dominate, this is the palace of elites, the so-called masters, geniuses are just ordinary members here, only more geniuses, stronger people can be called masters, unfortunately, they are not so outstanding.

However, that doesn't mean they've given up.

"Cooperation! Kill first, then divide, hurry up!"

Someone made a loud offer, which was quickly echoed by others.

The "little people" who are not small people re-evaluate themselves, resolutely give up the pride of the past, put down their bodies, and seek unity.

The darkness of human nature was temporarily put aside, and one after another was entangled by the spiritual consciousness that went forward and followed, the ants bit the elephant to death, and the advantage of the tactics of the sea of people was undoubtedly revealed.

When Feng Zhiping came out holding the crystal drill, the scene in front of him made him stunned.

"The sun is coming out in the west?"

The guys who were still pregnant with ghosts just now joined forces to burst out with infinite potential, and without commanding all by experience and tacit understanding, he couldn't help but think of what Zhan Qianwu once said.

If there is an army of 3,000 spiritual senses, she can lead the battle invincible, even if there is a titled martial god in front of her.

I don't know if the three thousand spiritual senses can gnaw a martial god Feng Zhiping to death, but as long as it is properly deployed, it should be no problem to gnaw any of the formalities, including his perverted father.

When he crawled out, the grudge also squeezed out of the gap that he smashed with his own hands, and jumped off the ground and ran away as if his ass was on fire.

Not long after, Hu Renguang, who was covered in blood, followed out, shook his head and looked around, and raised his knife fiercely to point in the direction of the grudge: "Demon monk, where to run!"

No one knows what happened in the demon's belly, people only know that the Blood Knife Sect headed by him chased a total of three people, plus two masters of other factions, and in the end, he was the only one who came out except for the grudge.

Because of the distance, no one found that behind Hu Renguang's anger, there was a trace of fear hidden in the depths of his eyes, whether his anger came from the tragic death of his companion or the rebound of fear, no one knows, he himself will not explain to others, and even the clues will not be seen.

Hearing the shout, Feng Zhiping turned his head and saw the resentment, his spirits perked up, and he jumped off the ground to meet him.

"Brother monk, this way, this way!"

Seeing that Feng Zhiping was also shaken up, his tense face softened slightly, and he turned around and moved closer to Feng Zhiping without hesitation.

"Stop him! This monk knows how to demons, he is not a human, stop him!"

Hu Renguang shouted loudly, and no one cared about it, except for the two senior monks of Songshan Temple.

The two warrior monks, who had been staying out of the matter, opened their eyes suddenly, stared at the grudge through the gap in the crowd for a moment, their faces were heavy, they nodded at each other and moved at the same time, and chased straight after the grudge.

Here, Feng Zhiping and the grudge have converged, and without waiting for Feng Zhiping to express the joy of the reunion, the grudge pointed outward first: "Go first, go out!"

The voice was a little weak, and it seemed to be enduring something, Feng Zhiping was surprised, glanced at the resentful face, nodded and didn't ask more.

The two joined forces, and their strength increased greatly, and they couldn't hide at all along the way, and all those who stood in the way flew away.

There is nothing strange about Feng Zhiping's heavy hand, what is strange about him is that the grudge is also surprisingly heavy, there have been a few times when people have taken the initiative to retreat and the monk still wants to chase, although he did not take action in the end, but his expression is quite ugly, and it seems that he has endured it very hard.

What's the situation?

Could it be... Demons?!

Feng Zhiping's heart sank, the heart demon is the taboo of every martial artist, and when it comes to the realm of him and the grudge, the heart demon will not only take his own life, but also let himself do a lot of wrong things against his will and harm the lives of others.

Quietly lagging behind a little, Feng Zhiping carefully observed the resentment, and the more he looked at it, the more it looked like it.

It is true that the resentment is the outlier of Songshan Temple, but the difference is his out-of-the-box character and non-formal words and deeds, his heart is no different from other monks, a pure and good, especially in the face of the great right and wrong, greedy for money and stingy, he is even more selfless and kind than many "monks" who are full of compassion.

Just like in the underground of the mine, he could have stayed out of the matter and not overlived those souls, and waited for the rescue soldiers from the division gate to be brought in to ensure the safety of the soldiers before starting the transcendence ceremony, but he still did it, risking his life without hesitation, and finally was seriously injured and almost took his own life.

So in Feng Zhiping's heart, the grudge has always been a real monk, much more decent than those guys who talk about my Buddha's compassion and are afraid of the dogs, but now the grudge is letting go of his hands and feet, and his body exudes a bloodthirsty aura that has never appeared in him, if he doesn't still maintain a trace of clarity and stick to the bottom line in his heart, Feng Zhiping has no doubt that the person who is in front of him at this moment will be bleeding.

Demons!

Definitely a demon in the heart!

The demons of the warriors are already difficult to deal with, and the monks and Taoist priests specialize in cultivating the state of mind, and their demons are undoubtedly even more terrifying!

Seeing that the Zen staff that had passed through the undead was about to smash a living soul, Feng Zhiping caught up with the front and swept away the sword, raising his hand and pressing the resentful shoulder. 600

"Big brother, wake up!"

The resentment turned his head abruptly and stared at Feng Zhiping.

Feng Zhiping was shocked, only to see that the eyes were red and black, but there was no white, and they were stared at as if they were being targeted by the evil ghosts of hell, and he was cold from the bottom of his heart, he hurriedly calmed down, and grinned with a friendly smile: "Brother has something to do! You are a monk, fighting and killing is not suitable for you, or let me come!"

The resentment gasped violently for a few moments, and slowly calmed down, and the blood in his left eye and the darkness in his right eye quickly faded and returned to normal.

He breathed a sigh of relief in fear, and nodded with a bitter smile: "It's hard work, the little monk is indeed a little bad, just in case..."

"No in case. Feng Zhiping interrupted with a smile, his tone resolute.

The resentment pressed his shoulder and said solemnly: "No, listen to me! Wait a minute, if I get out of control, don't hesitate to kill me!"

Feng Zhiping frowned, and suddenly heard two Buddha horns, and two warrior monks descended from the sky, one left and one right, blocking both sides.

"Amitabha, little donor, if you have work, he will hand it over to us. The warrior monk on the left said softly.

The warrior monk on the right side was a little anxious, and asked directly, "How heavy?"

"The disciple is resentful, and I meet Uncle Zhaohui and Uncle Zhaoqing. He didn't rush to answer, first greeted him politely, and then raised his right hand with a wry smile, "Fortunately, only four pieces were broken, one heavy." ”

Feng Zhiping looked at it, and saw that half of the ebony Buddha beads on his right wrist were missing, and he had the impression that the Buddha bead bracelet was a pair, one on the left and one on the left hand.

Now that the left hand is gone, and there are only so many left in the right hand, thinking about Fang Cai's question and answer, Feng Zhiping looked at the three of them suspiciously, wondering what kind of dumb riddle they played.

"You!" Zhao Qing on the right looked very unclear, angry and anxious, "How can you be so bold, open four calamities at once..."

"Senior brother!" Zhao Hui interrupted, lightly glanced at Feng Zhiping's body, turned his head and said softly, "Thanks to the help of the little donor, fortunately nothing happened." Resentful, don't thank the little donor quickly, and immediately set off to return to the mountain with us!"

Feng Zhiping waved his hand: "No thanks, I have a righteous relationship with the grudge, and it is natural to help him." It's just you, you're leaving, so anxious?"

Tianyuan Dabi is the prosperous era of martial arts, Songshan Temple sent people to work hard to get to the present, Zhaohui has to give up in a word, why?

Is the grudge so tricky?

Zhaohui nodded and said in a deep voice: "It is inconvenient to tell the donor about this kind of internal situation, but the current situation is very dangerous. Last time, you had the audacity to open a whole string, fortunately nothing happened, and now how long has it been, and you have opened nine more successively, this time you can't be allowed no matter what, you must immediately go back to the mountain and enter the Great Compassion Temple to meditate. ”

"He can't go!" Hu Renguang arrived, full of murderous aura and hideous face, "The person who killed me wants to leave? Where is it so simple! Zhaohui Zhaoqing, I don't embarrass you, don't embarrass me, hand over the people, I'll let you go!"

Zhaoqing waited for a cold reprimand with a long stick, Zhaohui raised his hand to stop it, stepped forward and said the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, when is the time for retribution, why is the donor persistent?"

Hu Renguang smiled angrily, pointed at Zhao Hui and Chong Feng Zhiping and said, "Listen, listen, this is called human talk?"

"I think the master is right. Feng Zhiping sneered, "The cause you planted yourself, you have to bear it if you are not satisfied, you don't want to accept it, don't chase it at the beginning, what's the matter with the endless entanglement? My eldest brother has already let you go, what's the matter, you have to take your own life to be willing?"

"Your eldest brother?" Hu Renguang looked at the resentment, then at Feng Zhiping, looked up and down, and nodded suddenly, "Oh~, who am I, it turned out to be you! You are Feng Zhiping, right?"

Feng Zhiping hugged his sword and arched his hand: "No, it's just below." ”

Hu Renguang sneered: "Very good, I'm worried that I have nowhere to look for you, I didn't expect you to send it to the door yourself! Okay, let's settle the new and old grudges today, let me out!"

A loud whistle, a figure emerged from the crowd and gathered around, roughly counting, fifteen.

"Are there so many people coming to the Blood Knife Gate?" Feng Zhiping was a little surprised, he had the impression that the Spirit Sense Battle had the most people advancing from Cangshan, followed by the Black Bone Cliff, and there shouldn't be so many people coming in the Blood Knife Gate.

Taking a closer look at the costumes and blades of these people and feeling their breath, Feng Zhiping suddenly said: "It turned out to be a helper, it scared me." ”

"They are all small sects that are vassals of the Blood Knife Sect. "Resentful and well-informed, he gestured to a few of them and said, "That's Qiu Rui, the gang leader of the Tianlong Society, the people in the rivers and lakes call 'Qiu Sandao', and he has good knife skills; over there is carrying three swords is the Xu Dao people of Heifeng Guan, according to legend, this person's swordsmanship is a group, and he can use three swords at the same time, which is very tricky; and the middle-aged woman over there, her name is Liu Shui, known as 'Gu Erniang', the old man over there is a pair with her, named Liu Shan, known as 'Peeling Ah Da', they are famous on the southwest road' Blood Mandarin Duck', ranked thirteenth and seventeenth on the assassin list, ruthless, extremely cruel, every time he acts, he will peel the target and cramp, and go back to his life with the target's entire human skin, if it weren't for their cautious nature and never accept orders other than the Jianghu people, they would have been wanted by the government a long time ago, and now their bounty is not low, Gu Erniang 10,000 skins and 15,000 skins, you can kill two at the same time, the bounty is 30,000, and you can also make the Southwest Salt Gang owe you a favor. ”

Feng Zhiping was surprised: "Salt Gang?"

"Yes. "Seven years ago, the two of them successively killed the two hall masters of the Southwest Road Salt Gang and the seven incense masters, and almost killed the Huayin|Dao Salt Gang leader, although they didn't succeed, they were seriously injured and haven't recovered yet." The salt gang was furious, and sent people to chase and kill for three years without success, so they sprinkled a heavy reward to find someone to help, but it has not succeeded until now, I didn't expect to meet them here, it seems that they are tired, and they want to borrow Tianyuan Dabi to wash white and put on the emperor's skin. ”

Feng Zhi was relieved, and then wondered: "Why are you so familiar?

"It is my duty to eliminate demons and defend the path and uphold justice, and I am a monk with compassion, and I cannot let these two fangs plague the world. ”

The resentful face did not change, and the righteous words were righteous, Feng Zhiping was speechless.

"'Blood Mandarin Ducks', hey, I seem to have heard of them. Feng Zhiping thought thoughtfully, "Liu Shan, Liu Shui, I'll go, I remember! They, aren't they the pair...?!"

The resentment nodded expressionlessly: "That's right, they are the couple who are angry with their parents and shame their relatives, they are brothers and sisters." ”

Feng Zhiping opened his mouth and stammered, his eyes wandering back and forth between the old man and the beautiful woman, extremely speechless.