At the moment when the roaring voice came out, a pitch-black thing smashed the windowsill at a very fast speed, and it was actually a boxy pitch-black seal, and the thunder was branded on the forehead of the "spider", smashing the huge monster to raise its head and hiss, and the slender spider legs on both sides of the bed and the windowsill trembled and stopped, and then the second pitch-black seal chased the previous shadow and smashed down.

"Daoist disciples obey orders - kill this demon!"

Billowing black smoke hissed from the spider's forehead, and the white spider demon, with eight pitch-black pupils, no longer stared at Ning Yi under him, but slowly turned and moved to the few gray shirts standing outside the temple and swaying in the wind.

The already overwhelmed window paper, hula several times, shattered in the howling wind, everything in the temple trembled, no matter how big or small, except for the towering and immovable Bodhisattva statue, all jumped up gently, and then fell.

The strong wind outside the temple stopped.

In the open space outside the temple, there are seven young Taoists, all gray and white, the soles of their feet are rooted, and their big sleeves are windless and automatic, as if they are stepping on the clouds, their expressions are tranquil, and they look like people in the gods.

The person at the head of the group had a particularly calm face, looking at the huge spider shadow looming in the temple, disapproving, and standing with the two fingers of his right hand on his chest, without looking back, he whispered to the people behind him: "Take advantage of the fact that the sword cultivator in Shushan has not yet arrived, take it away, disembowel, and disembowel, the hundred-year-old Sui Yang Pearl in its belly...... Maybe I can give my Dao Sect another genius who is expected to advance to the Eighth Realm. ”

The six young Taoist priests behind him also raised their right hands, but the Taoism was not enough, and they could not control the "square inch seal" with two fingers.

"Senior Brother Daoyan, it has fought with the people of the Heavenly Palace, how can it seem that there are no injuries at all?"

Led by Dao Yan, the sleeve robe overflowed with yin and yang, gathering momentum for a few breaths, the momentum was obviously different from the six people behind him, he squinted his eyes, the top of his head was not a "seal" phantom, but a blurry cloud, and there was a burst of bell sound in the robe, crisp and pleasant.

He said softly: "Senior brother retreats in Zixiao Palace, he gave me the 'Sanqing Bell', the six of you lined up to drag this demon, I sacrificed the Sanqing Bell, shook its soul away, took the beads and left." ”

"The Heavenly Palace confiscated this demon, which means that it is not simple, we will wait for it to strike first, and we will fight later, we must be clean and neat, and we can't stay here for a long time. Dao Yan said with a solemn expression: "The rest of the holy mountains, including the Heavenly Palace and Earth, will soon find here, the senior brother is not here, although this is Xiling, but if we are retained, then ...... It was really retained. ”

Someone behind him gritted his teeth and said, "What if that man from Shushan arrives?" I heard that he has had some problems recently......

"There is something wrong with him? Dongtu and Da Sui have chased him for so long, and a few quasi-holy sons have died, is he okay?" Dao Yan sneered: "If he comes, what else can he do? If you go up and fight him, if he finds here, not only the Dao Sect will bow his head, but also the several holy mountains of the Heavenly Palace and Difu will all bow their heads, just a hundred-year-old Sui Yang Pearl, if you don't let it, you have to let it, even if it is a thousand-year-old Sui Yang Pearl, will those Holy Sons dare to rob him?"

During the conversation, the huge spider shadow in the temple slowly rose.

Ning Yi protected Pei Fu, his eyes widened, his breathing was short, he looked at the huge spider demon, slowly raised the slender spider spear tentacles, and stepped back with heavy steps.

Bursts of green smoke swirled around the temple, not the fragrance in front of the Bodhisattva Buddha shrine, but the square seal of Dao Yan branded on its forehead, the two seals one in front of the other, with the sacred breath of starlight, burning flesh and blood.

Ning Yi smelled the smell of corpses.

He looked at the huge gloom that shrouded him, trembled slightly, and let out a sneering voice like a young woman, and burst out with a sigh.

The entire Bodhisattva temple wall was broken open, Ning Yi got up and ran wildly with Pei Fu in his arms, and was hit by a huge gravel, half of his arm blocked it, and the flesh and blood were blurred, and then the whole person flew out sideways, still protecting Pei Fu, and finally hit a "wooden stake" before stopping the retreat.

Ning Yi leaned on half of the stake, holding Pei Fu in his arms, half of the girl's cheek was rubbed, the blood did not stop, her good-looking face was scarlet, her eyes flashed, and she gritted her teeth and did not cry.

The entire Bodhisattva Temple, where I lived for ten years, collapsed like this.

A cloud of smoke.

Ning Yi rubbed Pei Fu's head and muttered softly: "Don't worry, don't worry, the cultivators of the Dao Sect are here, we will be fine, we will be fine......"

The wooden stake behind him, said in a faint voice: "A few small characters of the Dao Sect, if they really bring down this snow demon who is not to mention the eighth realm, it will be a big joke." ”

Ning Yi's pupils shrank, he hugged Pei Fu, raised his head, and saw a corner of white robe fluttering in front of his eyes.

The white-robed cultivator, with a blank face, lowered his head, and with a look of "overlooking the common people", Mu Ran said: "Several holy mountains have been warned, there are several forbidden places in Xiling, and if you don't break the ten realms, you can't go there, and the underground tomb in Qingbai City is one of them, and it is said that the underground tomb is ...... There's some amazing big guy living there. ”

He sniffed the tip of his nose lightly and said with a playful smile: "You have the breath of that tomb on you, and you are really the ignorant and fearless...... Most of the snow demons were released by you. ”

Ning Yi only felt that he had difficulty breathing, and when the white robe appeared in his sight, his whole body was like falling into a quagmire, and he couldn't move, and it was difficult to even move a finger.

The fluttering white robe was still stained with blood.

A mottled impression appeared in my mind.

Heavy snow in Xiling ten years ago.

The corpse he saw when he ran wildly with Pei on his back.

All sorts of things, all kinds of miserable things, monks, dressed in black, hung with white.

There is a monk of the Great Lei Yin Temple.

There are also those in white robes, who are cultivators of the Heavenly Palace.

Temple......

Temple......

The one who rode into the city on horseback in the White City during the day was such a big white robe.

Dressed in a big white robe, several people behind him were all silent and solemn, standing in the night.

The disciples of the Dao Sect in the distance, the seal trembled, and the smoke and dust splashed.

All the voices gradually faded away in Ning Yi's ears.

It has nothing to do with him anymore.

The cultivator from the Heavenly Palace slowly squatted down and smiled softly, "If I guessed correctly, the Snow Demon's 'Sui Yang Pearl' is on you, right?"

Ning Yi hugged Pei Fu, he gradually calmed down, and said calmly: "On me." ”

The Heavenly Palace cultivator's eyes narrowed, and he heard the latter speak in a calm tone.

"If you want, you can exchange it for silver. ”

Someone behind him laughed.

Instead of laughing, he looked at the boy in front of him.

The boy looked at him calmly.

Ning Yi had already turned his back at this moment, facing the big white-robed man, most of his body was protecting Pei Fu, and one hand quietly touched the bone flute.

Ning Yi took a deep breath and said seriously: "One thousand taels." ”

The Heavenly Palace cultivator, who restrained his smile, said in an extremely light voice: "One thousand taels, you underestimate its value too much. ”

Ning Yi stretched out two fingers and said calmly: "Then two thousand taels." ”

The Heavenly Palace cultivator said softly, "If I have silver, I can give you ten thousand taels." ”

There was a rather heavy sense of oppression in Ning Yi's eyebrows.

"It's a pity that I don't have any money, and I won't give you it. ”

He put the two fingers of his middle finger and index finger together, and slowly pressed them towards Ning Yi's eyebrows, his tone becoming more and more indifferent.

"How dare ordinary ants bargain with me?"

The Sui Yang Zhu in the secular world refers to the Yang Zhu cultivated after several years of practice and decades, and the Yang Qi is strong, and mortals can increase their Yang longevity by carrying it on their bodies.

The Sui Yang Pearl in the cultivation world is a treasure that can be encountered.

It takes at least a hundred years to be conceived, so what can enter the eyes of the Holy Mountain is at least a hundred years of demon beads.

The corners of the white-robed cultivator's lips curled slightly, his injuries were not light, last night the Heavenly Palace and his party fought with that snow demon unsuccessfully, that big demon has been in the Tao for at least five hundred years, and the condensed yang bead can help him break through a great realm.

The demon clan cultivates, devouring starlight like the human race, but there are only a very few people who are willing to condense yang beads to cultivate.

Even in the northern border, where the sea hangs upside down, and the battlefield where the demon clan fights, it is rare to condense the monster of this kind of orb.

The strong sense of oppression is getting stronger.

Getting closer.

Ning Yi's eyes widened, staring at the finger.

Ultimately...... Inevitably, the dot touched the center of his eyebrows.

Only perceived for a moment.

The leading cultivator of the Heavenly Palace was stunned at first: "What about Sui Yangzhu?"

Ning Yi smiled, and said in a hoarse voice: "Guess." ”

That handsome face instantly became angry, and roared out word by word: "You dare to crush such a precious Sui Yang Pearl!"

The young man in the big white robe stood up suddenly, his eyes almost bursting with fire.

The people of the Heavenly Palace led by himself came all night, braved the taboo to go to the cemetery, fought with the snow demon, was seriously injured, and was always on guard against the sneak attacks of several holy mountains.

Lord Xiao Que and the others didn't have time to arrive.

If he got the "Sui Yang Pearl" at this moment, directly crushed it, broke through the realm, swallowed this creation, and got the attention of the Heavenly Palace, it was very likely that he would eventually become the most dazzling group of people of the younger generation of the Great Sui.

Snatch defeat from the jaws of victory.

The star list in the future, the future is bright, and Nirvana is immortal......

It's all gone.

"Ahh

His heart trembled, he spurted out a mouthful of blood, raised his head to the sky and roared, the roar stirred the wind and clouds, and then in the next moment, a black shadow shot out in the distance, hitting his big white robe.

Ning Yi looked at the huge spider shadow, smashed on the big white robe, knocked over several people one after another, and the dense chelicera bit on the person's head, and the sad chewing sound sounded.

He looked back.

In the open space in front of the temple, the smoke and dust were scattered, and none of the cultivators of the Taoist Sect stood up, their stumps were scattered, and even the Dao Yan, who was obviously a step higher, had no breath.

Sanqingling was pinched in Dao Yan's hand, jingling and rolling, and the broken arm that was cut shoulder-high rolled on the ground, and finally rolled in front of Ning Yi.

At the Heavenly Palace, there was an extremely tragic shout.

The man at the head was trembling, and was killed by the snow demon, and the rest of the people and horses, but after a few breaths, they were silent.

Ning Yi broke the five fingers holding the "Sanqing Bell", picked up the bell, and staggered to his feet.

He stared at the snow demon that slowly turned his head in front of him, staring at him with eight pitch-black pupils, and in his mouthparts, he slowly chewed the head of the Heavenly Palace cultivator, and the scarlet blood trickled down the gap between his teeth.

"These practitioners ...... They're all dead. ”

The boy raised his arm and wiped his mouth, his face was miserable, and the blood gathered from his lower arm and hit the ground ticking.

Someone tugged at the corner of his clothes behind him.

Ning Yi didn't look back at the girl's face, but said softly: "Don't be afraid, brother is here." ”

The young man smiled resolutely.

He clenched the bone flute with his left hand, picked up the three clear bells with his right hand, raised his head, and glared angrily.

"Come on!"