A strange sound came from the mouth of the old ginger.

It's like a whistle.

A beam of light immediately appeared in the cave, and within the beam, one by one monsters rushed in.

He was able to connect the cave with the outside world.

Seeing this light, how can I not understand that the reason why the rest of the monks came to this cave is because of this old ginger.

"Damn, these are all the ghosts he did!" Liu Fat shouted, rushed forward with a mace, and knocked the monsters apart one by one.

Cheng Zhaozhao also stood by the beam, and as soon as the Qianmang Sword Technique came out, several monsters were knocked to the ground.

With this containment of the two of them, several monks who had come to their senses surrounded the beam, but whenever there were monsters inside, they would attack that place immediately, so that these monsters would not even have a chance to rush out.

Sui Jiang roared anxiously: "You are all looking for death!"

He jumped onto the dragon's big mouth, sat down cross-legged, and said something in his mouth, and the demonic energy gradually hid his head and face, and only some strange sounds could be heard.

The dragon's whole body was writhing, the cave was spinning, and it suddenly sank itself to the bottom of the cave.

And the high platform where Cheng Zhaozhao and the others were was suddenly smashed by the tail of the dragon.

There was a huge suction force underneath, and all the monks fell.

At the same time, the iron rope on Jiaolong's body attacked again, sweeping away several monks in mid-air, and even Xie Xiaomo and Jiang Chumiao were swept up.

The cultivators either fell heavily to the ground, or smashed into the dragon's body, wailing for a while.

"Let me go!"

The dragon's eyes suddenly turned red, and then turned green.

Sui Jiang was already standing on its head, holding a booklet in his hand: "Okay, you should be glad that so many elite disciples of Dongling have come today, and they are exchanged for your freedom, you Jiaolong is really fortunate to have three lives." ”

"Stop talking nonsense!" Jiaolong was impatient.

Sui Jiang folded his hands to form a triangular gesture, and then quickly recited the mantra.

A bright light came out of the dragon's abdomen, and the shadow of a spirit sword could be faintly seen.

The spirit sword withdrew from the dragon's belly little by little, and when it was about to come out completely, an invisible force pushed the spirit sword back.

Roar!

The dragon twitched and roared bare-eyed.

Sui Jiang frowned suddenly: "What's the matter?"

According to the formula, it is time for this spirit sword to withdraw.

"You're lying to me!"

Jiaolong realized that something was wrong, and immediately struggled frantically, and even Sui Jiang was thrown out of its mouth.

Sui Jiang flew up, his voice a little hoarse: "Impossible! There is absolutely nothing wrong with this method." ”

He suddenly realized that someone had moved his hands and feet on the spirit sword, and every time the spirit sword was about to burst out, an invisible prohibition pushed the spirit sword back.

In an instant, Sui Jiang's body was entangled in a piece of silk thread, and when he turned his head, he saw a female cultivator hanging on Jiaolong's body looking at him coldly.

At the same time, Mu Shengxun and others around him came to him one after another.

Jiang Chumiao held the silk thread tightly, her fingers flicked flexibly, and a pleasant sound came from the silk thread on her fingertips.

Sui Jiang's body stiffened, and he was shocked: "You actually know the technique of sound attack?"

Even if it's just a silk thread, it can be used as a musical instrument like a string, and it can be used to perform a sound attack.

Jiang Chumiao contemplated and said, "Is this unexpected?"

Who said that the disciples of the Cangjian Sect were just sword cultivators?

Taking advantage of the time when Sui Jiang was trapped, Mu Shengxun stabbed him with a sword, and the Liucang sword did not enter Sui Jiang's heart, and stabbed Sui Jiang's eyes violently.

Madness appeared in the eyes of Sui Jiang, and he grabbed Mu Shengxun's shoulder suddenly.

Mu Shengxun pulled out the Liucang sword and stabbed him in the abdomen again.

Sui Jiang lowered his head, only to see a large wound in his heart, and countless blood rushed out.

Mu Shengxun coldly withdrew the spirit sword, and Sui Jiang could no longer support it and fell to the ground.

The beams of light in the cave vanished, and the monsters no longer appeared.

Ye Yizhou and other monks gathered around.

"You ......" Sui Jiang said with difficulty: "When did you find out?"

"Senior Sister Cheng reminds us that your identity is suspicious, and since then, we have been on guard against you. I followed you into the belly of the dragon, just to know what kind of medicine you are selling in this gourd?" Ye Yizhou said.

"How is that possible?

"As soon as you came in, you were knocked unconscious by the dragon, and we all thought that you, the monk, were seriously injured, so we lost our guard against you. At this time, Liu Fatzi naturally won't let it go.

"You're really smart, and none of us here think there's anything wrong with you. But you shouldn't have to, just to pretend to be a year-old Jiang Daoist. ”

"Why pretend? I'm the old ginger, ahem......"

Cheng Zhaozhao said: "Then why don't you know that your senior brother is deceased?"

"He, he's dead?"

Sui Jiang looked a little surprised and said, "My senior brother...... I told you we hadn't been in touch for a long time..."

"But you shouldn't even know about Qingmu, an apprentice who has been with him for more than ten years. ”

"Just because of this..."

Cheng Zhaozhao nodded: "You can also say that you have a bad relationship with the Barren Mountain Daoist, you haven't been in touch for many years, and you don't know that he has such an apprentice." But even if you're really a year-old ginger, it doesn't prevent me from doubting you. ”

Just because of a few perfunctory words, they paid extra attention?

Sui Jiang's face became extremely ugly.

Liu Fatzi immediately held a mace against Sui Jiang's head: "Tell me quickly, what is the purpose of your doing this? The sacrificial blood refining pool cannot be completed overnight, and I am afraid that you alone will not be able to make this sacrificial blood refining pool in just a few days." ”

Sui Jiang spit out a mouthful of blood, put his face on the ground and gritted his teeth, and said, "If you want to kill, you can chop whatever you want." ”

"Ouch, it's tough. I'll smash your head!" Liu Fatzi picked up the mace in his hand and smashed it down.

There was a roar, and the entire piece of ground in front of Sui Jiang's head was smashed by Liu Fatzi.

Sui Jiang didn't blink his eyes, and he looked unyielding.

Seeing that he was unmoved, Liu Fatzi withdrew his mace, looked at Jiang Chumiao and said, "This guy is not afraid of death, fairy, you better tie him up first." ”

Jiang Chumiao raised his hand again, and countless silk threads instantly entangled Sui Jiang, making him unable to move like a cicada chrysalis.

"Dalong, don't roar, if you roar again, this sacrificial blood refining pool will really be opened by you!" Liu Fatzi shouted at Jiaolong.

Jiaolong's temper came up, and a low roar caused many of the monks present to have a splitting headache.

"Can't I let you go, don't you yell!" said Liu Fatzi, who flew to the belly of the vinyl, withdrew a spirit rune, and reached out to hold the spirit sword.

"Oops..."

The cultivators saw that Liu Fatzi was scratching, scratching, and pulling out the abdomen of Jiaolongdu, and he used all kinds of strength, not to mention pulling out, but he couldn't hold the hilt of the sword.

Xie Xiaomo, who was above him, suddenly said, "You get out of the way!"

Liu Fatzi was surprised: "You are all hanging here, do you still have a way to draw your sword?"