One of the two had yellow eyebrows, white skin, deep eyes and high nose, and wore a red robe with a collar that was no longer very bright, and the other was dressed in silver armor, a bone skirt tied around his waist, a battle helmet on his head, and a pair of iron wings on his back—but he was Xingchenzi, a third-generation disciple of Emei.

Luo Tian saw that the two of them were joining forces to fight with a feudal monk, and he suddenly felt amused, and said in his heart: "If Danchenzi learns that this red-robed Taoist was invited by me to make a bad Orthodox Sect calculation, but I don't know if he will join forces with him?"

Looking at the monk again, I saw that he was wearing a tower hat, silver rings on his ears, a dark red monk's robe, and a golden wheel flying in the air. A sleek and radiant relic was protected in front of him, and from time to time, the Buddha and the Dharma Protector all kinds of Dharma illusions appeared, canceling out the iron wings of Danchenzi and the spells of the red-robed Taoist one by one.

After watching for a while, Luo Tian saw that something was wrong, and thought about it in his heart: "Look at the methods of the monk, it is just the cultivation of the realm of relics, and I don't see what high-grade magic weapon he has revealed to resist the enemy, just Danchenzi can be invincible with the power of the iron wings behind him." The red-robed Daoist has the Qi refining cultivation of the Great Perfection Realm of the Jie Dan, but now he can't hide his full strength, does it mean that the vassal monk has other desperate means?"

After a few more breaths, the monk who was one against two gradually showed his strength, and under a loss of consciousness, he was bypassed the talisman relics by Danchenzi's iron-winged flying sword, and cut off half of his feet with a lightning blow. Under the pain, the monk screamed fiercely, and hurriedly used his mana to stop the bleeding, and then hissed and scolded: "The junior deceives people too much! Since you want to take the treasure, the Buddha will fulfill you!"

With that, he stretched out the sleeves of his monk's robe, and a celadon jar flew out, and then he beat his nose, and two blood lines shot out of his nostrils and poured on it. But when the lid on the jar suddenly jumped aside, a stream of black sand suddenly shot out from inside, heading straight for the two pairs of hoods.

Seeing this, the red-robed Taoist blessed his family with a talisman treasure light, and immediately stepped back, shouting: "I know that Buddhism Tantra has a method of blood sacrifice, and at a critical moment, I can rely on my own essence and blood to urge unrefined magic weapons. ”

Danchenzi was also busy trying to dodge, but the figure of the red-robed Daoist moved intentionally or unintentionally, blocking his retreat in all directions. Knowing that he was being used as a shield by this temporary accomplice, he scolded: "You thief, are you going to tear down the bridge before you cross the river? If I make any mistakes, Emei will not be able to spare you!"

The red-robed Taoist responded: "If you dare to speak disrespectfully again, believe it or not, I will work with the monk to destroy you?"

Hearing this, Xingchenzi was so angry that the three corpse gods jumped violently, and there was smoke in the seven orifices, but the black sand was covered above his head at this time, and he was busy driving the iron-winged flying sword behind his back to resist with all his might, and he couldn't tell the gods to scold back, how could he be aggrieved for a while.

Seeing that Xingchenzi had no time to clone himself, and that the monk looked depressed after performing the blood sacrifice spell, the red-robed Taoist put up a retreat and approached and said, "You and I don't have any grudges, as long as you give me that jar of black sand, I will spare your life." What treasure is more valuable than your life? If you don't know how to make a choice, you will be ruthless. ”

When the monk heard this, he said that there was suffering in his heart. This time in the Mangcang Mountain event, he bumped into the opportunity to get a can of "Falling Soul Sand", this way is the heavens favor good luck, but he doesn't want to attract many qi refiners to chase and scramble. Fortunately, none of the people who were eyeing him were too high-cultivated, and most of them were thrown away by him, leaving only one old and one young with two tails, and no matter how he did it, he couldn't get rid of it.

Just now, he tried his best to perform the blood sacrifice method for his own cultivation, intending to urge the unrefined treasure to destroy the two of them in one fell swoop, but he didn't want this old way to be too treacherous, so he pushed the small one up as a shield. Otherwise, with the pervasive nature of the "falling soul sand" and hurting the soul of the gods, the trapped people will not be spared.

Now that the calculation has failed, and he is threatened by the red-robed Taoist, the monk pondered for a moment and responded: "That junior cut off half of my foot, just wait to kill him, take the sword wing behind him as compensation, and I will give you a jar of black sand from the Immortal Mansion?"

The red-robed Taoist shook his head and said, "Who knows if after you kill him, you will fight to damage your own family and use the blood sacrifice method to deal with me again?" That junior is just a cultivator of the Aiki realm, relying only on a magic weapon to be powerful, and now he is trapped by the black sand, and his mana is not much left, so you can kill him without a special treasure." Now I will hand over the black sand to the poor road, don't play tricks. ”

"That's it...... You are also shrewd as a ghost, and the Buddha recognizes it. It's just that if you repent of the preface and come back to attack me, the Buddha will desperately explode a relic, and it won't make you feel better. "The strength is not as good as others, the monk finally made a decision, collected the soul sand, and threw the celadon jar over.

The star came out of trouble, but when he saw the red-robed Taoist head running away towards the east without looking back, he hated the root of his teeth for a while.

The monk also stared at the red-robed Taoist with hatred, and then became angry with Xingchenzi, and scolded: "You stupid thing, you came to calculate the Buddha together with that shrewd Taoist who is also like a ghost, but in the end you made a shield, only the Buddha and I lost a good treasure! Now I want to take your sword wings to compensate for one or two!"

Xingchenzi hurriedly blocked it with his sword wings, and secretly complained in his heart: "I used up a lot of mana by that handful of black sand before, and then I will not be able to please this monk who cultivates to a higher realm, I am afraid that I will not be able to please ......."

Just as he was about to use the method of escape to escape, he heard a voice in his ears: "Xingchenzi, don't worry, and lend you a magic weapon to help you restrain that monk; I will go after the thief first, and you will come quickly." ”

Sweeping around, Xingchenzi did not find the person who transmitted the sound, only to see a golden bell slowly floating. Seeing this object, he was overjoyed: "This is not the wonderful sound bell of Yuan Longzi! Okay, this time I will help him, I have to remember the favor of the righteous faction." With the magic power to lure the golden bell into his hand, this Emei disciple, who was already not good-tempered, regained his prestige and shouted angrily: "Demon monk, let you know the methods of the Orthodox sect!" As he spoke, he swung his mana and shook the bell.

Luo Tian hid in the dark and saw it, shook his spirit, and muttered: "Shake, shake hard." I'm afraid that if you don't wait to shake that monk to death, the old ghosts of the righteous faction will find you. Then you will see how many tongues you can tell. "He originally planned to keep that Miao Yin Ling as a means of being a yin person, but now he happened to plant it to Xingchenzi, who has a grudge against him. After a bit of manipulation, he didn't delay any longer, he drove the blood shadow and ran away along the hidden terrain, so as not to wait for someone to hold some handle, it would not be beautiful.