After Bingchen slashed his sword, he sneered, "Want to go?"

Seeing how Bingchen moved, her hair bun spread out on its own, and thousands of silver and white hairs shot out, not to mention a hundred feet?

As the top figure of the Fu Seal Sect, Aoba quickly moved his body with a single breath, and between a few flickering breaths, he escaped a distance of more than ten miles, which was worthy of escaping the pursuit of white hair, but Shangguan Yun did not have such good luck, he was wrapped around his ankle by a strand of white hair, and the white hair was comparable to a sharp sword, instantly strangled into the flesh and blood, unless it was a strong man who broke his wrist immediately, it was impossible to break free, Shangguan Yun was not an earth immortal who could regenerate flesh and blood after all, and at this moment of hesitation, a few strands of white hair caught up and instantly pierced Shangguan Yun's wrist.

Shangguan Yun sighed, knowing that it was impossible to escape, he simply waved his sleeves and held all the white hairs in his arms with the momentum of a bird's tail, allowing them to pierce his chest and abdomen one by one.

He didn't want to sit still, so he did what he could to delay the rest of the ice and dust, after all, it was always better to die alone than to be wiped out.

Blood continued to spill from the corners of Shangguan Yun's mouth, and Qingye looked back, just seeing this scene, and suddenly a feeling of sadness rose from the death of a rabbit and a fox.

Not long ago, Li Qingyu died, died under Xu Beiyou's plot, and now Shangguan Yun is also going to die, in the hands of Bingchen, who was once Taiyi's rescue of suffering Tianzun.

What about the future?

Isn't it his turn to be a true person?

Aoba's face couldn't help but show a look of kin.

This is just a formality of the Bon Festival of Buddhism, how did it fall into such a bleak situation?

Thinking about it carefully, from the beginning of this unrighteous battle to the change of the Yuanqiu Altar, how many people have died? Which of the dead people is not a great monk of the Earth Immortal Realm, and which one is not a master immortal in the eyes of ordinary people? But they are all dead, and they die quietly, and you are far from being generous and heroic. It is precisely because so many people have died that the young man surnamed Xu can step on the bones of such a senior to reach the top of the world.

At this moment, Aoba couldn't help but ask himself, "Is it really worth dying so many people for the sake of the so-called thousands of generations?"

At this moment, a human-height mirror suddenly appeared behind Shangguan Yun.

It was the secret technique of the Daomen Taiyin Moon Mirror, and when the Jiangdu was in the first battle that day, Murong Xuan used this method to save the dust leaf from under Xu Beiyou's sword.

An invisible force dragged Shangguan Yun towards the mirror.

Seeing this scene, Bingchen sneered, pulled his white hair with one hand, and dragged it back together with Shangguan Yun, who was bound by white hair, and let ripples appear on the mirror, and actually pulled Shangguan Yun out of the mirror again.

A faint sigh came from the mirror, "Why is Uncle Bingchen so aggressive. ”

Bingchen said coldly: "Each is his own master, and he should do his best." ”

Between the two of them talking, a woman's figure appeared on the mirror, it was Murong Xuan, who was called the "Taishang Sect" of the Daomen by Xu Beiyou.

Murong Xuan said in a deep voice: "Bingchen, don't make mistakes. ”

Bingchen raised three feet in his hand, pointed to the reflection in the mirror, and said slowly: "Murong Xuan, who is making a mistake? Who planted the cause of yesterday's fruit when today's fruit appeared?"

Murong Xuan folded his hands in his big sleeves, looked dignified, and said calmly: "Buddhism talks about karma, so it is obedient, Confucianism talks about things in man-made, so I firmly believe that man will win the sky, my Taoist cultivator, go with the flow, everything is in line with the trend, how can cause and effect?"

Bingchen has a sword in her hand, the whole person is ready to go, the qi in her body is rolling like a big river going east, and it seems to be a storm crashing on the shore, although the sword intent is temporarily suppressed by her, it is still straight to Xiaohan, she said word by word:" Murong Xuan, the Daomen has come to this point, Qiu Ye is certainly to blame, but you are the real culprit, heavenly justice and justice are in the hearts of the people, I don't want to argue with you about anything, as for what will happen to you in the future, I don't want to care, but if you want to interfere today, then don't blame me for stabbing you with a sword, Murong Xuan, persuade you, your Taiyin Moon Mirror is certainly mysterious, but I am not Xu Beiyou, he is a little younger, less knowledgeable, I don't know the key to this secret method, so that you can succeed repeatedly, but I am not, it should not be difficult to break your moon mirror with a sword......”

Before the words fell, the majestic sword intent of the ice and dust suddenly dissipated, and he didn't see how the ice dust moved, and a sword in his hand pointed out that thousands of huge waves were set off on this sea surface, and the sea water was agitated endlessly, but fortunately, no ships passed by, otherwise he would have thought that there was a tsunami.

This sword, not to mention, easily pierced Shangguan Yun's head, but also stabbed fiercely on the Taiyin Moon Mirror, causing countless ripples to ripple on the mirror surface of the Moon Mirror.

The whole moon mirror flickered brightly and darkly, gradually becoming uncertain.

At the same time, Shangguan Yun, the head of the Shangguan clan, a dignified great monk of the Earth Immortal Realm, suddenly leaned back, a little scarlet appeared on his eyebrows, not only the head, but even the Shangdantian Purple Mansion was destroyed by the majestic sword intent contained in this sword, and his body and soul were destroyed, it can be said that he could not die anymore, at this moment, Murong Xuan in the mirror finally had an anger that could not be concealed, and smiled angrily: "Bingchen, do you really think that the Daomen can't help you?"

Bingchen raised his sword again, too lazy to talk nonsense with this hidden head and tail of Mrs. Murong, and wanted to cut off this moon mirror with a sword.

If this moon mirror is really broken by Bingchen with a sword, then Murong Xuan, who is connected to his life, will inevitably suffer a heavy blow, now that Shangguan Yun is dead, it is meaningless to maintain the moon mirror, her face is cloudy, and finally she endured that evil breath, no longer looked at Bingchen, she simply waved her sleeves and took the initiative to disperse the moon mirror.

I saw that this mirror became fainter and fainter, and finally turned into a little firefly and disappeared completely.

Bingchen didn't entangle Murong Xuan, and he didn't even chase Qingye, but closed his eyes to feel where Chenye was, now that Chenye had lost the Dutian Seal, and there was a mouthful of Zhuxian Sword Qi left by Xu Beiyou in his body, he was neither Bingchen's opponent, nor could he go far, as long as Bingchen caught some clues, what followed would be a cat-and-mouse game.

As for why Bingchen appeared here, in fact, the reason is also very simple, as Murong Xuan and Chenye left Huzhou one after another, there was not much left of the Daomen's arrangement in Huzhou, plus Zhao Qing and Wei Wuji arrived in Huzhou successively, Bingchen no longer had to continue to sit in Huzhou, so after she returned to Jiangdu to discuss with Zhang Xueyao, she decided to go north to Buddhism.

Bingchen's purpose here was originally this old boss who used to be in the Demon Suppression Palace, as for Aoba and Shangguan Yun, they were just doing it easily, and they could kill if they could, and it didn't matter if they couldn't be killed.

After about half a stick of incense, the woman with scattered white hair suddenly opened her eyes and sneered, "I found you!"

She let go of her palm, and the three feet in her hand were like hearing an edict, one step ahead of her master, and disappeared in a flash.