The forests in the mountains are retreating, and the things around them are like floating lights, which seem to be clear, but they are blurry and unreal.

Ling Bai took the green beads, and in the end he couldn't figure out the role of the green beads, but it was something that made the female corpses in the deep pool make a big move, and it would definitely not be bad, compared to those heavenly and earthly treasures that could be swallowed in the stomach with their mouths open, the green beads were indeed more precious, and it was not an exaggeration to lose the third-order magic weapon.

The most important thing is that the jade demon pestle is in hand, the task is completed, and the construction of the temple has accelerated a progress.

Passing through several mountains, you can see the sound of swords and soldiers on several bare rocks from a distance, the glow of the treasure soars into the sky, the warriors fight for the spirit grass and the secret treasure, and the dead can only be said to be poor in cultivation, and the survivors can be called the elites below the middle star level.

Ling Bai looked around left and right, and saw that there were still so many people, and his heart was a little settled, and after turning over a few mountains, he could faintly see the gate of the scenic spot standing. The thick smell of blood came to his face, and his eyes fell under the gate, and the corpses were all over the field, piled up into mountains, and the blood stained the ground red. Under the door, there was a silver-haired young man sitting quietly, his eyes slightly closed, and the whole person was like a wood carved clay sculpture.

He immediately reacted to the fact that someone had done what he wanted to do. However, the other party is even more ruthless, and he will be killed when he shoots, and he has to start with both people and money, which is really fierce. Looking closely, those dead corpses were all over the place, still in their pre-death state, and the other party seemed to disdain to touch things every time they killed someone.

Ling Bai originally planned to wait and see for a moment, but at this time, he couldn't hold it back, the corpses of the mountains were all touched by the treasures and were ready to leave the blessed land in advance, and everyone might have a few spirit grasses on their bodies. Having made up his mind, he did not hesitate, the wind was under his feet, and he ran straight forward.

The silver-haired young man who was sitting under the door raised his eyelids slightly, only waiting for Ling Bai to strike and kill him when he was about to cross the gate. The corpses in front of him were not so lucky, thinking that they could rush out with their speed, and the final outcome was directly shot to death by him.

This one will be no exception!

He squinted forward disapprerovingly, snorted softly, and then his cheeks twitched. The monk in the gray monk's robe actually stopped halfway through, and was now bending down to grope on the body of a female corpse that had been kicked by him and had broken bones and tendons and vomited blood and died.

Necrophilia?

Perverted?

Or is there no one in sight?

Many thoughts flashed in the heart of the silver-haired young man, but he didn't move because of his identity.

Ling Bai touched the soft female corpse under her hand, and was slightly shocked in her heart, the bones in her whole body were shattered, and only a pile of flesh and blood remained, you can imagine how much force she used to kill. Fortunately, the spirit grass on the corpse was still quite well preserved, and there was not even a trace of blood.

Facing the corpses all over the ground, although he was a little unappetizing, he couldn't care about it, and he opened his mouth and swallowed the two-leaf rejuvenation grass in his hand. Looking around left and right, in addition to the corpses, there were dozens of pools of blood wrapped in clothes on the ground, this kind of death was too cruel, he faintly guessed the exercises used by the other party, and couldn't help but feel angry, those corpses that turned into blood and water were destroyed with the spirit grass on their bodies.

Heaven and earth spiritual objects are destroyed when they encounter blood.

Seeing that dozens or hundreds of spirit grass had turned into a pile of weeds, Ling Bai really wanted to knock the silver-haired young man's head with a brick.

It's too loser, it's too loser.

Are people with high strength so indifferent?

He tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart, for fear that the only remaining spiritual grass would be destroyed, so he didn't care about settling accounts with the silver-haired young man, so he groped for the other corpses again.

The silver-haired young man in the distance opened his eyes, and a cold killing intent slipped through his eyes, this naked disregard made him very unhappy.

To plunder the fruits of his labor in front of him, without even saying hello, is the act of a thief!

"Thief monk, die!"

He got up angrily and slapped out two palms in a row, and the continuous feminine palm power was like a yin wind howling, making people feel like they were in the Yin Cao Mansion.

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The spectators outside the blessed land couldn't help but pinch a cold sweat for Ling Bai, from beginning to end, none of them fell, and they saw it clearly. Those who wanted to get out of the blessed land were slapped into blood with one palm, and kicked into dead pork with one kick, and no one could stop his blow. Now, the silver-haired young man actually used two palm powers, and you can imagine how angry he was in his heart.

"Haha, that little monk is really bad-hearted, he actually wants to pick up the leak, but he doesn't know that the main master is waiting there, and he is really looking for death by pulling out his teeth. While I admire his courage to challenge authority, but.... Huh. ”

"Maybe there will be a surprise? If the little monk can kill him.... Forget it, if you can resist the silver-haired youth for a moment, the remaining warriors in the blessed land will be able to take the opportunity to come out. ”

"Oh, let's wait for that silver-haired boy to come out, and I'll wait to kill him. ”

.......

Ling Bai felt out the stalk of He Shou Wu, and as soon as he took a bite, he noticed the movement behind him, and immediately turned around, directly stiffening the two feminine palms.

King Kong is not bad, to the yang to the yang, indestructible, if only by the bones of the palm can be broken Tao, then it can not be called the peerless internal strength that can become a Buddha in the flesh.

The two successive lines suddenly disappeared into invisibility.

"Amitabha, donor, you are deeply guilty, and the poor monk, as a member of all living beings, how can he sit back and watch you kill people, today, I will break your sea of qi, destroy your foundation, and send you to the Western Heaven Elysium. ”

In an instant, the bone-turning palm that won a hundred battles without a single miss was dissolved, which really stunned everyone on the periphery. Coupled with Ling Bai's fluttering monk's clothes at this time, his face was peaceful, and his righteous and awe-inspiring appearance, everyone thought that this should be a disciple of a famous mountain and ancient temple. Is it Hakuba-ji Temple or Daexiangguo-ji Temple?

The silver-haired young man stood with his palms in his hands, and he was also surprised, his bone-turning palms seemed to have met a nemesis, and they didn't play the slightest role at all. Listening to Ling Bai's derogatory words about him, he couldn't help but feel funny.

Who did you have the face to talk about others? Who was it just lying on the corpse and touching it?

Click,

A crisp thud rang out.

Ling Bai bit the He Shou Wu in his hand, and the juice splashed everywhere.

"........." silver-haired youth.

"........" periphery of the Qianzhou heroes.

".........." secretly watched the sword cultivator.

Ling Bai swallowed He Shou Wu into his stomach in two times, wiped his hands, and said: "Amitabha, if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?" These heavenly and earthly treasures are all contaminated with the resentment of the dead, and the poor monks have the right to let themselves suffer some suffering, and they do not teach the souls of the dead to suffer the sins of being haunted by resentment. ”