On the other side, the righteous people had just arrived at the Poison Ghost Forest.

Fan Qinghui held the sword in his hand and coldly ordered everyone:

"Ladies and gentlemen, the Wild Goose Palace is very strange, I will go first, and you will wait here. ”

Xie Hui was about to speak, but Fan Qinghui's emotionless eyes just glanced at him, and he was silent.

When she lifted her body, she completely ignored the various poisonous insects, rats and ants in the forest, and also ignored the ghosts that kept floating out. The whole person is like a sword out of the sheath, whether it is a ghost or a poisonous insect, as long as it touches her, it will all be shattered and turned into powder.

These illusions, under Fan Qinghui's full operation of the sword codex, are simply vulnerable.

After three breaths, she broke through with her strength and killed a way, and even rushed over when Mo Xiaolou and the others were about to enter the Greedy Palace.

"Mo Xiaolou! It turns out that you are playing tricks. As soon as she saw Mo Xiaolou here, she didn't know what was going on, holding a sword and breaking through the air.

He was going to kill him as soon as he made a move, and he didn't talk nonsense at all.

"Amitabha. Master Mantra shouted a Buddha name, across the two of them, and his hand could not hold the seal of the Ming King, blocking Fan Qinghui's attack.

"Mantra, you-"

"Lord Fanzhai, there is no grudge between you and Xiaolou, why do you want to divide life and death at every turn?"

"There is no grudge? My next heir to Jingzhai was tied up by him, and you actually said that you have no grudges? Manyan, you are really old!" Fan Qinghui didn't give Zhenyan face at all, and said angrily.

Zhenyan smiled helplessly, and persuaded gently: "Even if there is a big hatred, you have to wait until you rescue Concubine Xuan." ”

"What's wrong with Concubine Xuan?"

"Hey, she entered this palace of greed, but she didn't break through her obsession, Xiaolou and I were preparing to re-enter the temple and rescue her. ”

Fan Qinghui's expression changed,

"Greedy Palace?mantra, what you said earlier is true!"

"The monks don't speak because the fasting master doesn't trust me. ”

"If it weren't for this demon demon, how could we have lost so much of our troops in the Wild Goose Palace?"

"Amitabha, the difference between Buddha and demon, but the appearance, Lord Brahman, you still don't understand?"

"Don't talk nonsense, you, as a Buddhist mountain guard, prefer to maintain a demon scum, hum, traitor. ”

The mantra folded his hands and approached Fan Qinghui.

"Lord Zhai, when you were young, you were a genius, and before you were twenty years old, you became the top master in the world. At that time, except for Xiang Yutian, who had been hiding in the shadows, no one in the world could compete with you. But forty years later, your cultivation has advanced instead of retreating, Shi Zhixuan, Zhu Yuyan and others have surpassed you, and Ning Daoqi has left you far behind...... Hasn't the Lord thought about the reason?"

"Heh, thirty years ago, you told me that you need to abandon the view of the portal, and ten years ago you told me that there is no difference between Buddha and Demons, the truth, I still say the same thing: force is the way after all. ”

Mantra smiled slightly:

"Very good, if force is a small road, then I will use the small road to prevent you from harming Xiaolou, how can you use your own 'avenue' to break the game?"

"You-"

After all, she is an old treacherous and cunning person, seeing that the truth is determined to protect Mo Xiaolou, she took a deep breath and instantly changed her expression and tone.

The speed of changing his face made Mo Xiaolou smack.

"Very good, mantra, I'll count it later. Now we have the same purpose, you talk about how to save the concubine. ”

Master Mantra smiled and said what he had said to Mo Xiaolou before.

Fan Qinghui's brows furrowed, and he carefully distinguished the truth of the truth in his heart.

"That being the case, let's enter together. ”

Mo Xiaolou laughed, he spoke for the first time since the two met.

"What Lord Brahma thinks, I'm afraid he wants to teach me a good lesson in the temple of greed. ”

Fan Qinghui's expression was cold, and he said disdainfully: "I want to kill you like a chicken, why use this method." And...... I'm talking to the mantra, what kind of thing are you, and you dare to interject?"

Mo Xiaolou didn't laugh angrily: "Lord Fanzhai is so big. If you are really so powerful, how can I take Concubine Xuan away under your nose. By the way, Concubine Xuan is still sticking to me now, and she recognizes me as a father. Ha, it can be seen how derelict your master is, the little concubine is willing to 'recognize the thief as her father', and she is unwilling to return to Jingzhai. ”

Fan Qinghui's delicate body trembled slightly, and asked the truth with her eyes.

"Amitabha, as the poor monk sees it, is true. ”

Hearing this, her face became even more ugly, and she snorted coldly:

"Sure enough, it's a white-eyed wolf that can't be raised. ”

As soon as Mo Xiaolou heard this, a dazzling look rose in his eyes, and there was obviously a big problem with the concubine's style.

"You don't seem to be as angry as you thought you were when you lost a successor. ”

Fan Qinghui glanced at Mo Xiaolou, didn't bother to answer his question at all, and said to the truth:

"Master, the two of us can enter the hall and rescue Concubine Xuan, this kid's martial arts are mediocre, and he has more than enough success and failure. ”

"No, Xiaolou has broken this hall before, and he is more experienced than us......"

"Hmph!" Fan Qinghui interrupted him impatiently, his body flashed, and he rushed towards the hall by bypassing the two.

Mo Xiaolou's face changed drastically, just because at close range, he felt the deep murderous intent hidden in Fan Qinghui's heart, not to him, but to the concubine!

"Stop her!" "Stop her!" didn't have time to say more, he used the Bamboo Shadow Body Method, and he was about to intercept Fan Qinghui, the situation was urgent, and he could only remind the mantra in the air.

"I can't do it. Seeing that Mo Xiaolou dared to stand in front of her, Fan Qinghui sneered, and swung out seven seven forty-nine swords in an instant.

The sword skyrocketed, exuding dazzling brilliance!

Although Mo Xiaolou has a bamboo shadow body method, Fan Qinghui's speed is too fast. Not only is it fast, but the coverage is also huge, so he has no room to toss and turn at all!

Mo Xiaolou finally tasted the bitter fruit of insufficient internal strength. At this time, if he has deep internal strength, with his far beyond ordinary people's reaction ability, there are countless ways to crack Fan Qinghui's tricks, but now, he can only use the stupidest way to gamble with her!

Wave your hand, draw your sword!

Fan Qinghui is also an extraordinary combat experience, and he is not worthy of gambling with Mo Xiaolou at all, the moves in his hand remain the same, he is really lucky, and the hat behind him jumps up without warning, and he is mysteriously blocking the route of Mo Xiaolou's knife.

"Tear-" The violent and ugly friction sound sounded when the blades intersected, this hat, I don't know what material it was made of, could actually block Mo Xiaolou's indestructible knife qi!

The moves are old, but Mo Xiaolou is unavoidable.

"Ahh

He let out a terrible cry of pain, his whole body was shattered by the sword qi, and he fell to the ground ten zhang away with blood.

Fortunately, Fan Qinghui had the opportunity to pause for a short time in exchange for a serious injury, and finally let Zhenyan rush over and stop Fan Qinghui.

Mo Xiaolou supported his scarred body in pain, his eyes like an angry lone wolf.

Ever since he created the Bamboo Shadow Body Method according to the mental method of the Illusory Demon Body Method, and comprehended the indestructible sword, although Mo Xiaolou didn't say anything, he was actually a little proud in his heart.

It's not about character, it's about being a traverser, and naturally carrying a sense of superiority in the face of natives.

Now, all the complacency and arrogance have been crushed by the sword of Fan Qinghui.

After all, the time for practicing martial arts is too short.

"The martial arts of the Lord of Fanzhai have changed, and it is really unparalleled in the world!"

Mo Xiaolou smiled, and didn't care about the blood and some internal organ fragments that spit out of his mouth.

Just now, Fan Qinghui clearly deliberately let Mo Xiaolou sense his murderous aura, so he really admired Fan Qinghui's on-the-spot change.

At this moment, Mo Xiaolou finally threw away the inexplicable sense of superiority when facing the natives, and regarded Fan Qinghui as his biggest opponent at present.

He sincerely clenched his fists and said gratefully: "Xiaolou thanks to the Lord for 'teaching', so that he can recognize himself clearly and return to his heart."

Fan Qinghui's expression was even colder.

She could feel that Mo Xiaolou was sincerely grateful to her, but just like that, she was even more murderous.

If this person is not removed, he will become a great trouble in the future. At this time, she had the idea that even if she was desperate to lose both with the truth, she would definitely kill this son.