"Alas, just now Zhenjun came back, saying that we were surrounded by monks from major sects, and we couldn't go out," the monk wearing the Dao robe of the Hundred Flowers Valley stood on the side of the road and said to the monk next to him with a mysterious expression.

"I've heard for a long time that you can't go out of the city gate for the time being," the monk next to him pouted.

"I thought that I came here to practice, but who knew that I was trapped here, and I don't know how the Tantai Liuli controlled the monk," the monk who spoke at the beginning had a white face, and he was in the early stage of Jindan's cultivation, and he had a lot of magic weapons on his body.

"What are you worried about, why won't it be our turn?" The monk next to him was thin and small, but he was also in the early stage of Jindan. Take out your spirit sword and wipe it carefully.

"Also," Bai Jing hugged his arm, their Bu family's power in the Hundred Flowers Valley was not weak, and the Hundred Flowers Valley also had a god cultivator who came this time, it was the ancestor of the Bu family, even if he was seriously injured, he would not be underestimated.

"Oh, let's not talk about this, make people panic, come and see my spirit sword," the thin monk excitedly untied the sword from his waist, quite a bit of a show off, "My father added dark iron to me, just made, just got it before leaving, and when I find some more materials, I can upgrade it to a spirit weapon!"

"Show me," Brother Bai Jing pulled the scabbard, the hilt of the sword was in the thin monk's hand, the blade shone coldly in the sun, and looked extremely sharp, "Oh, Uncle is really generous! This is about to be rebuilt, how much dark iron must be added!"

"I don't know," said the thin friar, smiling, "I asked for it with great difficulty to celebrate my marriage!"

"It seems that this is your natal weapon, right?" Although the White Pure Monk looked envious, he was not jealous, although he did not have a clue about his natal weapon, but the clan would always prepare it for him.

"I want to directly recognize it as a natal weapon, but my father won't let me, saying that it will wait a little longer, not in a hurry," the thin monk completely pulled out the sword, held it flat at shoulder level, lowered the tip of the sword with his fingers, and slowly turned sideways, "Since refining it, I haven't drunk blood yet, I don't know who has the opportunity to become my sword soul!"

"Cut, see the dead soul again," the White Pure Monk pursed his lips and smiled teasingly, "Don't see anyone, it's you who falls!"

"No way, I've been practicing my sword lately," the skinny monk grimaced at him.

"Okay, well, then I'll wish you a sword for this as soon as possible..." The White Pure Monk smiled and bowed his hand, bent down slightly, and before his words fell, his body stiffened for a moment, and when he raised his head again, his whole breath changed.

"Boom!"

The thin monk only felt a sword wind in his face, and the sword in his hand was directly in front of him, and when he raised his head, he saw the white pure monk on the opposite side with a look of anger, his heart sank, and his voice trembled a little, "Bu Yuntian!"

The White Pure Monk didn't pay attention to it at all, and when his move was blocked, his wrist turned around and stabbed straight from below, his face full of evil energy.

"Bu Yuntian, don't be kidding, it's not fun at all!" The thin monk hurriedly swung his sword in front of his lower abdomen and took a few steps back, which was directly aimed at his dantian, "You... Who the hell are you?"

"Didn't you guess it all, why are you still asking?" the same face, but now full of mockery.

"Yutai Ruri?" the thin monk put his sword in front of him, licked his lips, and stepped back unconsciously, releasing a firework directly from his sleeve and blooming in the sky.

Mingxin walked in the city, and there were not many people coming out to walk around, "When today's news spreads, it is estimated that the city will be even quieter." ”

"Well-informed, I've already locked myself in the courtyard," Mo Ghost replied softly.

"Whew!"

Before Mingxin could say something more, a firework suddenly bloomed not far away, and his expression froze, "Hundred Flowers Valley!"

When Mo Ghost opened his mouth, he had already set off and rushed in the direction of the fireworks, and when his divine sense swept in that direction, he saw a white pure monk's face full of black gas.

"Huh..."

Feeling the probe of his divine sense, the White Pure Monk chuckled, stepped forward a few steps, and the sword in his hand left no room for anything, jumping up and slashing at the thin monk's head.

"Zheng!"

The thin monk resisted with a sword, retreating step by step, facing Bu Yuntian's face, he really couldn't do it, the two grew up together since childhood, and he forced him to come here, wanting to experience it.

"It's a lot of affection," he whispered, just enough for the skinny monk to hear, "what about your own life?"

Hearing this, the thin monk felt a pang in his heart, looking at the sword that had slashed over again, the sword in his hand subconsciously swept over, but when he raised his head, he only saw a face full of mocking smiles, but the sword in Bu Yuntian's hand had been withdrawn.

There was a chill on his face, and the red liquid splashed into his eyes, and he subconsciously closed it, took a few steps back, and his sword rested on the ground.

The danger didn't come again, and the skinny monk slowly opened his eyes.

"Help... Help me..."Bu Yuntian lay on the ground, his hand covering the finger-deep wound on his neck, blood gurgling out along his fingers, staining his front placket red, his mouth whimpered, his eyes stared straight ahead, and he lost his breath in an instant.

Bu Xuan Ancestor was one step earlier than Mo Ghost and Ghost, but it was too late, the whole process was only in an instant, Bu Yuntian had already died, and fell in a pool of blood.

Looking at the old ancestor's depressed face, the thin monk knelt on the ground with a thud, the sword in his hand was thrown aside, and there was a "jingle" sound, and the blood beads that had not yet dried up flowed down the blade of the sword to the ground.

"I killed Yuntian... I'll kill Yuntian!"

This was the scene when the Mo ghost arrived, looking at the tears on the thin monk's face, he only felt a wall in his heart, and his hand was holding the bamboo flute tightly.

This is the purpose of the glass?

The weather is still clear, the sun is high in the sky, and the April sun exudes warmth, but it can't warm people's hearts.

After a while, the sun suddenly rained in the sky.

The skinny friar covered his head with his hands in his hands, choking in his mouth, letting the rain hit his face and wash away the blood.

Buxuan Ancestor walked over, his fingers tapped on his forehead, the thin monk immediately tilted to the side, and Ancestor picked up his back collar.

"Send him back. ”

Old Ancestor looked at the Hundred Flowers Valley monks who were surrounding him and handed him the person.

Mo Ghost slowly walked to the monk who had fallen to the ground, covered his eyes with his hands, and gently closed his eyes to check his body.

The meridians of his whole body were shattered, his dantian was destroyed, and he had no power to resist, he was indeed killed by cutting his throat.

"It's really ruthless," Mingxin obviously saw it too.

The person was indeed killed by the skinny monk just now, but in the situation just now, no one can blame him, but for him, he will become an eternal demon, and I don't know if he can get out of it.

This time, it was two people who were destroyed.

Mo Ghost got up, looked at the crowd around him, and exhaled a breath of turbidity, his eyes gradually becoming firm.

She must find out the glass of the platform!

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