Zen.

The villages and towns that used to live peacefully have long been deserted, with only scorched ruins and puffs of black smoke that can be seen from afar.

"Fortunately, I got the news in advance, and the people have moved to Buddha City. A young monk couldn't help but frown as he looked at the group of ghost cultivators in the distance who used the village as a temporary resting point.

"When the ancestor of Xuanxin was here, they hid in the shell like Wang Ba and couldn't come out, but now the ancestor is no longer there!"

It was a tall and strong man who spoke, even though he was wearing monk's robes and his bare head did not look like a monk.

Not to mention that he still has a thick and long stick in his hand, and his face is hideous and angry, looking like a bully who will roll up his sleeves and find someone to fight at any time.

"Senior Brother Jinghai, let's say a few words! I will scold you again when the abbot hears it!" There is a little monk standing behind the bald man, looking white and pure, fifteen or sixteen years old, but calling the bald monk his junior brother.

Not only that, but the bald man listened to him and immediately shut up.

Stopping his junior brother from talking nonsense, the little monk said again: "It's been a year since the Immortal Vein Secret Realm was opened, and I don't know what happened to Uncle Qingwei inside." ”

"Then it goes without saying, he must be cultivating!" The young monk who had just started to speak said, "Uncle Qingwei will definitely be able to cultivate greatly after he comes out." ”

A few people were talking, and a piece of black smoke in the distance suddenly disappeared, and then the mountain protection array outside Zen Buddhism was a flash of golden light, obviously attacked.

The bald monk Jinghai couldn't help but scold again: "Damn, Lao Tzu really wants to go up and fight with those eight lambs!

"Our task now is to delay, for as long as we can, until the other three sects are ready, and we will free up our hands to rescue.

This time, the opponent is not only a ghost cultivator, but also a demon cultivator and a demon cultivator, and rushing out rashly may be in their hands. The little monk said, but this time he didn't reprimand the big man for swearing.

Who is not aggrieved to stand and be beaten like this, but the situation is like this, and there is no way but to consume.

This time the Great War Zen Sect attracted most of the firepower, in addition to the group of ghost cultivators in front of them, there were also many demon cultivators hiding around, although several other sects were also attacked, but most of them were only concentrated in the small towns on the edge of their jurisdiction.

Only Zen Buddhism was directly knocked on the door.

The boundary between demon cultivation and human cultivation is the most chaotic, and the fight is also the most intense, except for the Zen sect that is blocked at home and can't get out, the other three sects have sent disciples to fight.

"Qu Muling, can you be careful! A girl fights like a madman, you don't want to die!"

Jiang Yuan bandaged the wound of Qu Muling, who was injured, while chattering, but his eyes unconsciously showed a trace of distress.

"Hey, how can anyone kill someone without getting hurt. Qu Muling didn't care at all, "You are, and you take too much care of your body! After a day of fighting, there was no injury on your body." ”

That being said, in fact, Qu Muling knew that Jiang Yuan had killed no less demon cultivators than himself, but he was fast and had a good body, so he didn't seem to have changed much, unlike her, whose clothes had already been soaked with donated blood.

"So I said, you should learn more from me, look at me, the clothes are still clean, save a change. After bandaging the wound, Jiang Yuan handed Qu Muling a pill.

"Here you go, the injury will heal faster. ”

Qu Muling took the pill and stuffed it into his mouth without saying a word, and instantly felt a warm current pass through his body, and the wound was also hot.

Today's borders are even more tragic than they saw a few years ago, and the ordinary people who were able to survive before are now long gone, leaving only blood all over the ground.

When Qu Muling arrived here, the blood in that place was still warm and flowing silently, but apart from blood, half of the corpse was not seen.

Qu Muling looked up ahead, and a woman in a dark shirt was wiping her long knife.

Who would have thought that a few years ago, the girl who just cried when she saw the demon cultivator eating people was now able to split the demon cultivator in half with a knife without changing her face, blood splattered her face, and her internal organs fell on her body, and she didn't even wipe it.

Among the three sects that participated in the secret realm of Fire Feather Mountain, she was the fastest to enter the realm except for Yun Yi, and now she is in the Jindan stage of cultivation.

"Senior Sister Beiming, do you want to drink some water?" Jiang Yuan had already gone to bandage the wounds of the other disciples, and Qu Muling stood up and walked towards the woman.

Every time it gets dark, the two sides will stop and stop fighting, and everyone knows that the focus of this battle is Zen Buddhism.

Both sides were waiting for orders from above to retreat or fight to the death, and before that, there was only a tentative attack.

Bei Ming shook his head and put the knife into his body: "I have water here." ”

Qu Muling put the kettle to his mouth and took a sip: "Looking at the state of the group of demon cultivators fighting on the opposite side today, the attack on Zen Buddhism should not be very smooth, and there will definitely be a truce for a period of time." ”

Different from the state of the major sects of human cultivation, the demon cultivators are divided by race, and the ones who are in charge of the border battle this time are some demon cultivators whose bodies are vegetarians, so the combat style is also cautious, and there will be a truce whenever there is a disturbance.

"That's fine, after all these days, everyone is tired. After drinking the water, Qu Muling wiped his mouth, his movements were rough and uninhibited, and he didn't have the softness of a woman.

Perhaps it should be said that all the female cultivators in the upper realm have their own charms, even if they are weak on the outside, they are not necessarily fragile on the inside.

Since ancient times, the monks who have ascended have always been male nuns and half female nuns, and no one has ever said this.

Bei Ming nodded again, but her expression showed a little regret, she was not good at talking, but she was good at hands.

Before, she went down the mountain to experience during the heartbeat period, and directly found a demon cultivator clan stationed at the border, and it was in that battle that Beiming, who was seriously injured, broke through to the Jindan period, and slaughtered the demon cultivator of that clan, and became famous in a battle.

"Okay, senior sister, don't regret it, there is a chance to kill demons, let's take a rest today! Let's go, junior sister, I will treat you to a good meal." Qu Mu Lingdao.

As he spoke, he pulled Beiming into the makeshift rest house.

Ling Demon Valley.

"My king, the ghost cultivator over there in the Zen sect can't attack it for a long time, what should I do?, do you want to send someone to support?" A demon cultivator with a head and horn stood in the main hall and said to a young demon cultivator sitting in the hall.

This demon cultivator sat crookedly on the throne, his black hair was not tied, and it was scattered all over his body, and his delicate facial features were embedded in a small face the size of a palm, as cute as a doll.

He raised his lake-blue eyes and glanced at his subordinates, and said nonchalantly:

"What's the hurry, when the ancestor has refined that immortal weapon, it's not easy to clean up a small Zen sect, why waste manpower now, just let that group of ghost cultivators fight with them first." ”

The long-horned demon cultivator nodded yes, bowed and exited the main hall.

The young demon cultivator sitting alone on the throne closed his eyes, suddenly sighed very softly, and then disappeared into the main hall.