"Fifth Elder, the Third Son is not here. ”

The disciples of the Psychic Sect took a breath and stood in front of the murderous Rong Hui, and behind him stood several disciples of the ground level, all of them with pale faces and frightened eyes staring straight at Rong Hui's every move, leaning sideways, looking like they were afraid to flee for their lives if the situation was not right.

It's not like they haven't seen a monk who cultivates the Ruthless Dao.

It is rare for a murderous and hostile aura like Rong Hui to soar into the sky, and he wants to overturn the Psychic Sect.

Standing beside Rong Hui was like standing in the center of a thunderstorm, and her every breath and breath made the disciples of the Psychic Sect tremble.

Rong Hui pressed one hand on the disciple who was blocking the way, "Where is the senior brother, lead the way." ”

The disciple only felt that his shoulders stiffened, and the whole person was like a building block that had been hit, and the back of his head fell to the ground hard.

"Elder Rong. ”

A gentle and powerful voice came from afar, and the voice had a magical power, and Rong Hui's irritable mood settled down.

When the disciples of the Psychic Sect saw Tan Boxuan, they immediately saluted, found an interface not to disturb the chat between the two elders, and panicked and ran away.

Rong Hui's expression was cold, "Tan Daoyou is also here?"

Tan Boxuan said gently: "All these years, I have treated the sect master of the Psychic Sect, since Wang Shi turned away from the Psychic Sect, he lost his beloved son, and he had a heart disease, and the Qiongzhou Flower Valley has been treated for a long time without effect, I sent the head of the sect to let me take a look, and since then I have often come to the Psychic Sect." ”

Rong Hui jaw head.

It is no wonder that the disciples of the Psychic Sect respect Tan Boxuan more, even more than the young sect master Wang Hongyu of the Psychic Sect.

"Have you seen my senior brother?" Rong Hui thought of the contents of the album, and frowned, "He is not here, I have no sense of security." ”

The sect master of the Psychic Sect hated what Wang Shi had done, and Rong Hui had to cut it with a thousand knives.

Hearing that Rong Hui came for Wang Shi, Tan Boxuan smiled and said: "I just saw it, the old sect master has something to say to Wang Daoyou, so I can come out to breathe." ”

The Sect Master's dormitory Rong Hui had been there, and the stale and depressing aura made her very uncomfortable.

The Psychic Sect on Rong Hui wanted to confirm whether it was true in the album.

If it is true, what Wang Shi has experienced, the sect master of the Psychic Sect is also indispensable.

Rong Hui has many ways to make the sect master of the Psychic Sect unable to survive or die.

Referring to the psychic sect's injury, Rong Hui said: "Heart disease? I think it's a demon born of guilt." ”

Tan Boxuan's pupils shrank, and he stared at Rong Hui for a moment.

Yesterday, she left Jiang Xueyun alone, and she knew something from his mouth.

Tan Boxuan seemed to be four and said: "Sort of, the sect master is old, and he has been unable to improve his cultivation for a long time over the years, and his heart is inevitably impatient, and he is prone to inner demons, auditory hallucinations, especially after the failure of the tribulation, his temperament is likely to change greatly, which is a common disease of cultivators." ”

This point is very touching.

When she was first reborn into the body, she could occasionally sense the body, and the body seemed to be alive.

Rong Hui is now lowly cultivated and has no ability to manipulate time.

If the cultivator reaches the stage of the tribulation, he can manipulate a small part of the time to artificially create cause and effect.

Tan Boxuan led Rong Hui to the dormitory of the sect master of the Psychic Sect, and the two chatted for a while.

Rong Hui found that Tan Boxuan not only talked about medicine and Taoism, but was gentle and interesting, but also well-known, knew a thing or two about exotic customs and old folk customs in Central, and also had unique insights on talisman formations and swordsmanship.

"Bang!"

There was a loud bang in the dormitory.

The door exploded.

A disciple covered in blood fled out of the door in shock, shouting, "Elder Tan, the sect master is sick!"

Tan Boxuan rushed into the dormitory in a hurry.

Rong Hui raised his foot to follow, but the seriously injured disciple grabbed Rong Hui's ankle and stuffed the bloody note into her boot.

Rong Hui frowned, not even having the desire to see it.

The disciple looked at Rong Hui pleadingly, he grew his mouth and spoke quickly, but he couldn't even say a word.

Rong Hui used his spiritual power to remove the blood stains on it and put the note away.

Suddenly, a crack appeared in the psychic jade pendant hanging on Rong Hui's waist.

At the same time, Wang Shi's breath disappeared.

"Senior brother. Rong Hui rushed into the dormitory and saw the disheveled psychic sect master, his eyes were red, bloodshot overflowed from the corners of his eyes, strangely crawling to the center of the sun, the bloodshot ends were as sharp as the tip of a needle, and his head was raised high, giving people a feeling that he could pierce into the temple at any time.

"Door, push the door!" The Sect Master's hands were bruised, he grabbed Tan Boxuan's throat and said with a hideous expression: "Push the door for me!"

The Sect Master of the Psychic Sect is also a master of the Out-of-Body Realm even if he is in the waning world.

Tan Boxuan's Yuan Infant Realm was a lamb to be slaughtered in front of him, purple spiritual power overflowed from his hands, he gritted his teeth to prevent his neck from being choked, and he had to be careful that his spiritual power hurt the patient.

The Psychic Sect Master, who had lost his spiritual wisdom and looked crazy, had blood-red eyes, "If you don't push the door, I'm going to dig up your spiritual root! If you don't want to try the pain of the spiritual root being dug up again, just push open the door for me!"

The Sect Master of the Psychic Sect looked at Tan Boxuan's back, his red eyes seemed to really see a door, he grabbed Tan Boxuan's neck with one hand, a trace of ecstasy appeared on his hideous face, and turned into a meteor and hit the stone wall of the main hall, his right hand became a palm, as if he was really pushing the door.

Tan Boxuan's neck was bruised, a layer of blue purple appeared on his face, and a sense of suffocation came to his heart, and his mind went blank as he listened to the sound of his heart beating rapidly.

Rong Hui's right hand flicked, and the golden spiritual power slashed through the body of the Liuyun sword, she stepped forward with her sword, the sword move was as fast as the wind, and one after another the sword intent slashed on the talisman enchantment of the sect master of the Psychic Sect, leaving only a faint white scratch, which quickly dissolved.

Tan Boxuan's heart was half cold.

Now he's sure.

Rong Hui is really practicing Qi realm cultivation.

The Sect Master of the Psychic Sect dragged Tan Boxuan against the wall.

"Boom!"

The impregnable stone wall was pretended with a humanoid silhouette, and the Psychic Sect Master still didn't push open the door that Rong Hui couldn't see or perceive.

One, two, three......

The Psychic Sect Master crashed through thirteen walls in a row without touching the door.

Rong Hui controlled the cultivation in the Qi Cultivation Realm, chased all the way, and rushed straight into Wang Hongyu's room.

Wang Hongyu looked at the scene in front of him at a loss, he covered the things behind him with a quilt, and his little face turned pale: "Grandpa, what are you doing here, quickly put Elder Tan down!"

Wang Hongyu rushed up and grabbed the arm of the Psychic Sect Master regardless of it, and said urgently: "Elder Tan is going to be strangled to death by you!"

At that time, the Ziwei Sword Sect will come out, and the broken ship of the Psychic Sect will undoubtedly capsize.

Thinking of this, Wang Hongyu was excited, anxious and dry, "Grandpa!"

Hearing his grandson's voice, the blood in the eyes of the sect master of the Psychic Sect decreased slightly, and he grabbed Wang Hongyu with his free hand that could not open the door, and jumped like thunder, "The door of the Psychic Sect is just three zhang away, quickly, push it open!

Wang Hongyu couldn't see any door in his eyes, only a snow-white wall, which was the last intact wall of his dormitory.