"Where can the beasts escape!"

Turning over the Statue Mountain, you can see the patchwork of green tile hedge houses in Sanhezhuang.

Wang Zimo was dazed, holding his torn body, and raised his head to look at the person in front of him with difficulty.

This is a middle-aged beautiful woman, with beautiful eyebrows and almond eyes, a small nose and a small mouth, and a pretty face, like a rose blooming in summer. It seems that even the years are reluctant to leave any traces on her face, but Bai Shengxue's body has been plumped by the years.

Dressed in a water-colored long skirt, the light gauze Manman, swaying in the breeze, the apricot eyes full of anger narrowed slightly, the breath was rapid, and the rushing chest rose and fell violently.

However, all this fell into Wang Zimo's eyes, but it was vaguely like a shadow through frosted glass. Slowly, the shadow became clear again, converging in my mind into the woman in my dream.

"Dai Xiaomo, are you here to pick me up?"

"Evil beast!

The faint voice was drowned out by the shouting. The beautiful woman suddenly sacrificed the Qingshui Sword, and the tip of the sword stabbed directly at Prince Mo's throat.

said that it was too late and that it was fast, and the prince Mo, who had run out of oil and dried up the lamp, was powerless to resist in the face of the Qingshui Sword. But I heard a "ding!" sound in my ears.

Immediately afterwards, the two buttocks tightened suddenly, and the whole body was kicked out like a flying hammer.

The moire buckle is from far and near, and the wind rises.

In an instant, an afterimage rushed in, and in a flick of his fingers, the cloud pattern buckle had already caught the Qingshui Sword, and it went up quickly, and it was actually buckled on the wrist of the beautiful woman.

"Xinyue, the matter hasn't been cleared yet, why are you so ruthless!"

This beautiful woman is actually Xinyue Zhenren who is in charge of punishment in the White Horse Pavilion! She is the master of Mei Yeling and Xiao Jing. This trial lost two of his most beloved apprentices at once, and when he heard Yan Yefeng's description, Xinyue Zhenren didn't have time to investigate the battlefield, so he came directly at Wang Zimo to intercept and kill!

Mingbao didn't say a word, the moire buckle locked Xinyue Zhenren, clenched his right hand into a fist, and punched Xinyue Zhenren's nose.

The white and tall bridge of the nose instantly sunken.

"Mingbao...... Presumptuous!"

Xinyue Zhenren suddenly screamed and fell to the ground, and the red nosebleed ran down her chin and stained the water-colored dress on her chest. With her cultivation, she could completely dodge Mingbao's punch, but her wrist was locked by the cloud pattern buckle, as if she had eaten a hundred mira, and her whole body couldn't use any strength.

"How dare you ......"

She couldn't have imagined that the dead Taoist priest of Baiyun Temple would take revenge on herself with such a rough and barbaric act, and just wanted to open her mouth to accuse, but suddenly her whole body was put to the ground by Mingbao again, and what happened next was a humiliation that she had never encountered in her life.

Unforgettable!

Wang Zimo fell to the ground like a flattened toad, opened his big mouth, and gasped for breath. In the midst of the woman's scolding, he could smell the flames of shame burning.

Hey?

Woman?

How can there be a woman, where am I?

The prince opened his eyes in a daze, looked up, and happened to see Mingbao's strong back trembling.

I saw that under the dark blue robe, Mingbao was half-kneeling on the ground with his legs between his legs, and under his buttocks, he could faintly see the water-colored light veil hidden in the grass.

The prince squeezed his eyes silently, raised his hands and rubbed them vigorously, and now he could see it clearly. There are really people under those fat butts, and it's a woman who is about to lose her heart!

Mingbao's two fat buttocks sat directly on Xinyue Zhenren's chest, and his two big hands alternated back and forth, slapping Xinyue Zhenren's delicate face.

"How can Mo'er be you, a, kill if you say kill!"

"His life is heavier than the lives of thousands of disciples of your White Horse Pavilion!"

"If Mo'er has the slightest mistake, I want your entire White Horse Pavilion to accompany the funeral!"

"Chunyuan's guy didn't dare to come, so he called a girl. Don't think you're reluctant to do it!"

"Aren't you known as a flower in the White Horse Pavilion! Lao Tzu let the white horse pavilion and the group of color-colored hypocrites see what it means to destroy flowers with spicy hands!"

“............”

Under Mingbao's strong offensive, Xinyue Zhenren couldn't intervene at all. Occasionally, the two "branches" were also squeezed out of the swollen lips, and they had long been completely out of tune.

"Stop!"

A scolding mixed with the galloping flying sword broke through the air, and the eight flying swords were colorful and passed in an instant. The bright edge pressed against the ground and set off gusts of wind, slamming towards the chattering and tireless Mingbao.

"Damn, Lao Tzu bullied your woman for so long before she showed up, Baima Pavilion really calmed down!"

Mingbao's legs rose from the ground in a completely impossible posture, and with his toes, he hooked the moire buckle on Xinyue Zhenren's wrist, and the whole person flew into the air.

"You demon way, Hugh has to talk nonsense!"

Coupled with the Xinyue Zhenren of the penal punishment, the elders of the nine veins of the White Horse Pavilion gathered here and reprimanded Mingbao for his bad behavior. In their eyes, damaging a few disciples is nothing, and it's a big deal to recruit them again next year. But the face of the White Horse Pavilion cannot be lost.

Especially in front of the White Cloud Temple.

"Demon Dao, come down quickly and die!"

"Little lady Xinyue, the White Horse Pavilion treats you like this, it's better to come to my Baiyun Temple, I beat you today, and I will cover you in the future!"

"Mingbao!

The old fox of Chunyuan has become a spirit, how can he not know what medicine is sold in Mingbao's gourd?

He hurriedly helped Xinyue Zhenren up, and when he saw the delicate face like a swollen pig's head, his heart ached. Looking at the folds on Xinyue Zhenren's chest, the place that was originally high collapsed, and the whole person was suddenly bad.

"Okay, you Mingbao, the White Horse Pavilion has always gotten along with Baiyunguan day and night, why are you so cruel to Xinyue Zhenren?"

"Am I ruthless?"

Mingbao was immediately laughed at by Chun Yuan, and pointed at the prince who buried his face in the grass and reprimanded silently: "If I come one step too late, Mo'er will have already been pierced by that mother-in-law's throat, and I will become a ruthless hand with a little punishment?"

"You ......"

Xinyue Zhenren, who was not blocked by the moire buckle, immediately went berserk, shouted angrily, and just wanted to step forward to theorize but was stopped by Chunyuan.

"Wang Zimo was disturbed by monsters and killed twenty-one of my disciples of the White Horse Pavilion, he deserves to die!" Master Chunyuan glanced at Wang Zimo, he already knew that this kid was pretending to be dead.

What the?

I killed twenty-one disciples of the White Horse Pavilion, this is simply slander!

"!" said the prince, silently jumping up from the grass.

He had been lying on his stomach just now, and he clearly felt that a burst of coolness was transmitted from the direction of Sanhezhuang, quickly suppressing the burning sensation of the handprint, and at the same time locking the soul devouring needle, repairing the broken body.

"......," Mingbao grinned, "Yes, it's, I have long felt that Yan Yefeng's kid is inconsistent, and when he speaks, he is hesitant, and he doesn't dare to raise his eyes." If it weren't for the fact that he was a disciple of your Chunyuan Lao'er, Lao Tzu would have found out the truth a long time ago!"

"Feng'er said, he didn't dare to raise his head because he was afraid of your coercion!"

"Criminal, you are really pretending to be dead!" The person who spoke was Xue Ping's master Guangpingzi, and when he saw the prince Mo getting up leisurely, he was so angry that his white beard stood upside down. "If it weren't for you, Ping'er wouldn't have been killed by a poisonous cow!

"Where did you hide Zhenlin's body?"

Just now, Yu Zhenlin's master Sanyang Daoist felt that there was a fluctuation of the soul search needle in Wang Zimo's body, and it was still two strands. But before he could get in touch with the Soul Searching Needle, the faint fluctuation suddenly disappeared.

Zhenlin's soul searching needle is in his body, this ruthless devil......! Sanyang Daoist cried with a sad face, he only knew that Yu Zhenlin had a soul searching needle, but he didn't know that his apprentice had secretly refined the soul devouring needle.

"Needless to say, behead this devil!"

"You dare!" Mingbao suddenly had a purple gold ruyi in his hand.

The nine elders of the White Horse Pavilion quickly set up a formation, and the nine flying swords formed a "Ninefold Kunyuan Great Array" in the blink of an eye, forming a huge net to wrap Ming Bao inside from the bottom up.

"Dead Daoist, today the old lady has peeled half a catty of your skin and smoked your seven taels of essence bones! Send you two evil masters and demon disciples to hell together to meet the king of Hades!"

Xinyue Zhenren stood at the highest point with the formation, rushing into the formation from the bottom to the top like a mermaid entering the water, the momentum of the three-foot thin sword was like a rainbow, and it was magnified several times in an instant, and the bursting sword qi rubbed a half-zhang deep chasm on the ground, swinging the sword at Mingbao and slashing in the air.

No one noticed that the path crossed by the sword qi happened to pass through Wang Zimo's head. Only Xinyue Zhenren's eyes narrowed, and she glanced at Wang Zimo with monstrous hatred.

"Let's see who can save you this time!"