A roar that seemed to come out of his throat

"Roar!"

The young man was lying on his body wrapped in chains, and with a pair of malicious moves, he stared at the monk viciously.

Suddenly, the monk seemed to have noticed something, stared at the young man with the same straight gaze, and then looked up to the sky and laughed.

"Hahaha, that monk Cheng doesn't deceive me, don't deceive me. ”

As if he had gone mad, he uttered a series of incomprehensible words.

The woman in the distance was a little stunned when she saw this strange scene, and at the same time, she glanced at the clansmen who had fallen to the ground at this moment, and warned them not to act rashly, and then slowly moved her bare feet, as if she was afraid of disturbing the crazy monk, so that she moved the lotus step lightly, without making a sound.

She knew that if this moment passed, this monk was very likely to directly kill the adult in the sedan chair, if the adult died, how could she, a small pavilion master, bear it?

At this moment, the monk who couldn't stop laughing suddenly stopped laughing.

He turned slowly, not paying any attention to the young man behind him, his eyes flashing with ecstasy, as if he had made up some kind of determination.

Close your eyes slightly and take a long breath.

Then the aura around him was restrained to a terrifying level, and in an instant, a hot fog like magma rose up on him, and his hands were folded.

I only heard him shout:

"Drink !!"

A stream of air with scorching heat burst out from around him.

Seeing this scene, the woman secretly said, "Oh no!" Knowing that it was not good, she was horrified in her heart and hurried anxiously towards the sedan chair.

"Stop !!"

The woman shouted in a slightly trembling voice.

I saw her take three steps and make one step, and the jade foot lightly touched the ground, so fast that even the dust on the ground was not stained at all, but with the monk's shout, it seemed that it was too late.

The violent wave of air exploded in the air, and everyone behind him, including Paro, exploded in this hot wave of air like droplets of water in a hot oil pot.

Yes, just a few people were enough to cut down the brigade of dozens of bandits, and at this moment, it was so vulnerable and fragile, turning into a cloud of blood mist, which exploded and dispersed one after another, so that the originally green mountain road was covered with a blood-colored mist that the mountain wind could not disperse and the dust could not cover.

"Ahh

Even Fang Cai was still calm and silent about her, but at this moment, her eyes were about to split, and at the same time, she waved the curved blade in her hand frantically towards the monk.

But the monk was unmoved, his hands staggered out, sometimes waving, sometimes flicking his fingers, and sometimes two fingers clasping the blade.

"Dingding!!Talk"

A series of fingertips and blades collided, as sharp as if they were about to cut through the air.

"Who the hell are you, my Mirage people have no grievances with you, why do you want to kill them all like this? Aren't you afraid of my Mirage's revenge?"

She frantically waved the curved blade in her hand, angrily questioning the person in front of her, at this moment, she had already given up the idea of survival, and the only obsession was to fight for her own life to crush the person in front of her.

It's just that...

This world is the law of the jungle.

It is unwise to fight the strong with the weak.

Her attacks were as dense as a torrential rain.

The fierce and sharp sword qi rushed to his face, but the monk remained unmoved, and while his hands were staggered, a low and hoarse voice came out of his mouth.

"Poor Dao won't kill you today, but your salary king won't want to leave!"

"Your Excellency premeditated?" the woman asked through gritted teeth.

"As early as a few days ago, when Poor Dao was still in Fuling City, he spent a lot of money to auction your whereabouts at the auction, this plan Poor Dao has been waiting for three years, three years! Worth it!"

His voice seemed to tremble with overexcitement.

The woman's blade, after a long period of fierce collision, has long lost its earlier fierceness, at this time, although she still maintains a fierce attack, but her face is already pale, her breath is disordered, and she is obviously physically exhausted.

After several battles, she was already convinced that the gap between the person in front of her and herself was too big, and if the monk had murderous intentions, she would have died long ago.

Thinking, she thought quickly, no matter what, she had to take the salary king out of here.

At this moment, the monk spotted a flaw in her sword momentum and hooked his foot with a blow.

"Touching !!"

The scimitar in her hand was knocked out by this huge force and landed in the distance.

The monk's gaze was indifferent, and he took advantage of the situation to smash it out with a palm and slapped it towards the woman's heart.

The woman was frightened, and hurriedly blocked with her wrist, but when the slap was approaching, she suddenly changed her move, turned her palm into a hand, and slammed it down towards the woman's fair and slender neck.

"Ugh!"

The woman was held by this sudden big hand, and she cried out because she couldn't stand this huge force.

Pale complexion, gradually dyed with a thick flush.

"You're going to the Mission Pavilion this time to spread the fire, right?"

There was the slightest hint of self-questioning and self-answering, because at this moment the woman could not speak at all, and naturally could not answer his question.

Yes, the monks know their purpose, most of the people in the monks have heard of the name Mirage, there are seven in this world, in the immortal path together with the big things, the Mirage Island is impressively listed, and it is the most mysterious among them, its mystery is like the fog that separates the world from the island all the year round, no one can see the scene in the fog.

There are very few people who dare to take the initiative to provoke the people of Mirage, but is this monk an ordinary person? Or is he a normal person?

In the eyes of many people, this monk is a completely crazy person, including the woman who was choked by the throat at the moment, and of course, Hong Wanjuan, who was hiding behind a tree and peeping.

"Damn, this monk is actually a first-class person who cultivates immortals, it's really troublesome, this person is willing to listen to the boss's arrangement these days, is it really for these people?"

Hong Wanjuan looked at the monk at this moment, and a slight coolness rose on his already sweaty back.

The night is getting thicker, and the sunset that was originally hanging in the sky and refuses to set is now completely hidden in the darkness, as if he is a little afraid of the bright and bright full moon in the sky?

Tonight's Qi Heng Mountain, it is really lively, a hundred ghosts travel at night, often in folk anecdotes, but in the darkness of the sky, who is the figure galloping over?

If someone looks closely, they can see that this shadow is actually floating in the air, and the speed is like a ghost, flowing smoothly.

At this moment, the monk grabbed the woman's neck with one hand and held it high, looking at her as if thinking about something.

The woman had already fainted, her face had turned from red to purple, and it seemed that she would die of exhaustion in a short time.

"Bang!"

A slender and soft body was thrown out, and it was the mirage woman.

The monk's body seemed to tremble involuntarily because he was too excited, and he slowly walked towards the sedan chair.

"Little doll, don't be afraid, Poor Dao will take you to meet someone. ”

The monk pretended to be gentle and said.

It's just that his hoarse voice and terrifying face can play a role?

Sure enough, the child seemed to be more wary of the person in front of him, his body entangled in iron chains, bowed slightly, and his throat let out an intermittent roar, staring vigilantly at the person in front of him, his eyelids remained motionless, and in the reflection of the moonlight, he looked like a beast with fried hair.

Just as the monk was about to stretch out his hand, which was trembling with excitement, to grab the chain.

"Mutant Protrusion !!"

The boy jumped up and bit the monk's waist.

But what neither of them expected was that there was an emerald green jade pendant hanging on the monk's waist.

"That's the third child?"

Hong Wanjuan behind the tree exclaimed in surprise.

Yes, that piece of jade pendant was snatched by the monk from the dead third child.

The monk smiled, not careless, but still reached out and grabbed the chain, and lifted the child up.

However, what no one expected was that there were a lot of people tonight.

The phantom of the horizon swept past the two of them with the sound of breaking through the sky, more precisely by the monk, because he easily snatched the beast-like child from the monk's hands.

"Poor monk, King Kong Mountain, Xianfeng Temple, Daoxuan!"

A heroic voice came from afar, fading into the darkness.

But no one saw that the woman who was lying on the ground died inexplicably.

On the back of the black shadow, there was also a slender silver needle inexplicably.