was pulled down the cloud road for no reason, and seeing the strange monk in front of him, Pang Xian's heart was full of vigilance. I was about to ask him what his purpose was, but he was suddenly alert, turned his head to look, and saw Jiang Xuejun wearing a red shirt, standing in the air, blocking the retreat of the three of them.

After thinking about it, I guessed where this little monk came from. With red lips and white teeth, a delicate face, and Jiang Xuejun mixed together, it must be Zhu Youmu, a monk who picks rose. This benevolent brother and the crazy woman were all the way, killing the left path indiscriminately, and there was no compassionate thought of Buddhist disciples.

"I don't know what is the reason why Master Caiwei is blocking my way for no reason?" Pang Xian stepped forward and made up his mind to salute first and then soldier, so as not to fall into the hands of others.

Zhu Youmu didn't expect that these five remnants would be able to recognize him, and he really had some doorways. He smiled coldly and said, "Karma! Not to mention staying in southern Xinjiang for a long time, daring to come to the Central Plains to make trouble, and not to mention injuring my Xue Mei." The poor monk came today to make a decision!"

Pang Xian's heart sank, and he was really looking for trouble. But he is the eldest disciple of the Baimei Zen Master, and the old monk of the Baimei is ranked among the three monks and two nuns, and his magical powers have reached an incredible realm. He first offended the Miaozhenguan Yan Yingmu lineage, and it would not be a wise move to make a strong enemy again.

He said calmly: "Now the world is chaotic and people's livelihood is withering. Even in my southern Xinjiang, there are displaced people who are escaping from the world, and the poor Dao can't bear it, so they have come to help China move south, what's wrong?"

Holding down the resentful Yinshu, Pang Xian was calm, and his demeanor did not make Caiwei Monk concentrate on the beauty, "As for Jiang Xuejun and Fairy Jiang, I don't dare to agree." ”

The voice turned stern and sonorous, and he said: "The poor road gathers the plague and disease qi in the six provinces south of the Yangtze River, which is a move to help the world. Fairy Jiang misunderstood at first, but he can still understand it. But self-righteousness, not listening to Qiu Lao's repeated explanations, arrogant and arrogant, is it the style of the righteous sword immortal?"

Jiang Xuejun's face was already pale, and before he recovered, he asked his friend Zhu Youmu to come and ask for justice. Hearing Pang Xian arrange himself like this, his anger suddenly surged, and his snow-white face was smeared with a layer of crimson, making him more and more delicate.

"Demon Dao, shut up! Clever tongue is like a spring, reversing black and white. Although the Jiangnan plague is man-made, with the left-hand techniques you used to refine the treasure that day, if you say that you didn't participate in it, the ghost will believe it!"

With a hint of mockery on his face, Jiang Xuejun's face showed disgust. Dao: "What's more, using the Yuan Shen Sacrifice of the Daoist Yuan Shen to refine the magic weapon, any monk with a conscience can't bear to do such an evil thing." ”

Pang Xian's heart grew cold, and only then did he understand the paranoia of the righteous path in Shushan. If you are not right, you are a demon and should be killed! I don't ask you the reason for your deeds, you are proud of yourself, and there is no one in your eyes. He was born in the Wutai faction, and he was already inseparable from the Emei family. and married Yinshu, the descendant of the Demon Sect. In their hearts, they have long had private opinions, and no matter what they do, it is as if their sins are unforgivable, and they must kill them as soon as possible.

I knew that it was useless to whisper. Stiffly replied: "Chixia Divine Monarch Bingrong has done a lot of evil, and the poor Dao uses the forbidden law to make his Yuan Shen, and when he receives the epidemic qi, he has a clear conscience between the pitches. ”

Learn from Jiang Xuejun. mocked: "It's the fairy, you are ruthless, it is all based on your own likes and dislikes, and the killing is not calculated." No merciful monk could bear to do such an evil thing. ”

"Amitabha!" A Zen chant suddenly sounded, and the Sanskrit sound rang out, resounding on the Xiuyun Ridge, the dark forest, illuminated by the Buddha's light, and covered with a layer of golden halo.

Zhu Youmu, the monk of Caiwei, shines brightly, the auspicious light is swirling, the void is rippling, and the golden lotus emerges, reflecting him like the Buddha in the temple for people to worship.

"Sister Xue! For those who are deeply sinful, no matter how hard you talk and your lips are burned, you can't wake him up. It's all because they've lost their minds, and even if you run out of methods, you can only be vigilant for a while, and you'll still be stupid afterward. You have to go to an infinite hell, and you don't know what is at stake. ”

By Zhu Youmu's words, Jiang Xuejun calmed down the anger provoked by Pang Xian a little, and he also deserved to say that he had no mercy? "Brother Dao, this is what you said about 'the difficulty of sentient beings being kind to others'?

The golden lotus is shining, reflecting the auspicious light, Zhu Youmu is sacred and solemn, "Not bad! Demon Dao, you fought with the green-robed old ghost a few years ago, and how many mountain people in southern Xinjiang have been harmed? ”

Pang Xian's expression became more and more indifferent and detached, "Monk, what are you going to do?"

Zhu Youmu's eyes lit up, as if lightning was leaking, and the essence of light was shining out, "Demon Dao, give you two ways to go." ”

"One, apologize to my Xue Mei, and hand over the magic flag to the poor road for purification, so as to save the future disaster to the world. I don't think you have any great evil, get back to southern Xinjiang as soon as possible, there are still a few years to live!"

"Two?" the white-clothed monk smiled coldly, with a sinister aura, very intimidating.

Pang Xian clasped his hands in his sleeves, took a step forward again, and said-for-tat: "Oh? Give Poor Dao one more choice, I want to hear it!"

"The second is to follow me to Shihu Mountain for retreat and meditation, and meditate on Buddhism in order to reform myself. "Zhu Youmu's face is full of brilliance and is inviolable.

"I'll fuck you!" "I'm going to fuck you!" The rolling torrent, the stone broke the sky, and the yellow clouds and red mist of a hundred and ten zhang were vented out, as if the heavenly river had burst its embankment, mighty and mighty, rushing wildly. More than 10 pieces of magic weapons to disperse the plague, the essence of the light is publicized, illuminating the sky, and the vision of the treasure light can be seen thousands of miles away, which makes people can't stop shaking their souls.

Pang Xian asked himself to be polite and courteous, and occupied morality. But the two in front of them were prejudiced and blindly belittled themselves. The side sect is refined into a heavy treasure, for fear of harming the world in the future. When it falls into their hands, it becomes a treasure for the virtuous, or it fights poison with poison. The two sets of standards are really a blatant contempt for people in different factions.

Since he wants to turn his face, he will take the initiative, wave his hands in his sleeves, and sacrifice the plague emperor's road flag, a vast Yellow River fills the sky, and in an instant, it spreads all over the sky and the earth, and directly envelops the entire Xiuyun Ridge.

Hearing Pang Xian's angry scolding, Yinshu felt angry. After many experiences, she has been reborn, and with Pang Xian's brainwashing, she no longer minds that she was born in the Demon Sect, but feels that it is a rare honor. At this time, he naturally did not want to see the style of the righteous path sword immortal, arrogant and rude, and annoying.

Between the electric light and flint, the Tianxin ring will be sacrificed, the warm sun will shine, and the red light will scatter the flowers and rain for a day. The Seven Absolute Divine Needles shot out, as fast as a star arrow, and rubbed out a flash of fire and light snakes.

Everyone is a person with a lot of ideas, Jiang Xuejun was hit hard before, although there is a panacea to heal, but there is still no recovery. But instead of flinching, she greeted her like a rainbow. The whole body seems to be shrouded in a layer of hazy moonlight, Taixuan Zhenqi is condensed like water, and some time ago, in the face of Pang Xian's plague emperor's Dao Banner, he can defend for a while, and he is naturally fearless against Shang Yinshu and Wuyue Sanren Qiu Kui.

A dragon-shaped light flashed away, it was Qiu Kui's Xuanyin Jian attack, Jiang Xuejun's face remained unchanged, "Your subordinates are defeated, and you dare to sacrifice ugliness, give me death!"

With a finger of the handle, two golden rays of light cut out, like a divine dragon dancing, and the heavenly dragon scissors showed the power of tearing apart the universe, and suddenly they were twisted together with Xuanyin Jian.

At this time, the sky was dark, the shadows of the trees were swaying, and two golden and silver lights were strangling and soaring above the Yellow River, up and down. It is like a dragon fighting in the air, and it is colorful and mysterious. Xiuyunling suddenly fell into the magnificent scene of fighting. (To be continued.) )