"Are you convinced?" Lin Jingyu turned over and grabbed Zhang Xiaofan's neck and said angrily.

You touched my eggs the day before yesterday, and I'll touch yours today. Why do you want me to admit my mistake?" Zhang Xiaofan pursed his lips and tilted his head, looking resolutely not surrendered or yielded.

Lin Jingyu was angry from his heart, grabbed his neck with one hand, and said angrily: "I should take your things, and what you take mine is yours!" He was the child king of the village, and Zhang Xiaofan was always the target of his bullying.

Zhang Xiaofan ignored his head, the thin stone in his sleeve fell into his hand, and the afterglow swept to a corner of the temple, as soon as he entered the temple, he felt the presence of Puzhi, and the afterglow looked at the corner instead of Puzhi, also afraid of arousing Puzhi's suspicion.

When Zhou Bai snatched Zhang Xiaofan, there were three major deaths, one of which was Lin Jingyu, and the other was this Puzhi, if the weapon spirit snatched Lin Jingyu and Puzhi, it would be the worst news for him.

This is like gambling, for Zhou Bai, the benefits of conforming to the plot are far greater than destroying the plot, taking away and being reborn, Zhou Bai's cultivation has disappeared, and the red jade in the sword domain has not yet woken up, although he has a little self-preservation power, he does not dare to expose it easily.

After all, the identity of the machine spirit is still unknown.

A demonic Buddha light rose from behind the temple, Zhang Xiaofan frowned, and let go of the gravel in his hand, no matter whether the machine spirit really took away the wisdom of the house, the gravel in his hand was already useless.

The demonic nature of the bloodthirsty bead could not even resist Pu Zhi, one of the four great monks of Tianyin Temple, let alone the children in this wilderness village, Lin Jingyu saw that Zhang Xiaofan was not silent or arrogant, and he couldn't help but be angry, and the strength in his hand continued to increase.

Zhou Bai didn't want to reveal his identity at this moment, and he didn't want to be strangled to death by a child in such an unknown way, just as he wanted to make a move, a thin palm came out of the air, stretched out two fingers, and flicked on Lin Jingyu's hands. Lin Jingyu was shocked like an electric shock, his whole body was shocked, and his hands naturally let go.

"Amitabha, stop it. ”

Zhang Xiaofan got up from the ground with his dizzy body and gasped for air.

Thinking back to the scene just now, Lin Jingyu was afraid for a while, "Xiaofan, I'm sorry." I don't know how to ......."

"It's okay, I'm okay. Zhang Xiaofan shook his head, his breathing gradually stabilized, and at the same time looked at the old monk who suddenly appeared in the temple, and said in surprise, "Hey, who are you?"

Lin Jingyu followed his gaze and saw that in this temple, there was an old monk standing with wrinkles on his face, wearing a shabby robe, and his whole body was dirty. Only holding a string of jasper prayer beads in his hand was crystal clear, dazzling, and emitting a faint blue light.

When Lin Jingyu was paying attention to the old monk, Zhang Xiaofan's eyes looked at the string of jasper prayer beads in the other party's hand. He was not looking for the bloodthirsty beads in this string of jade beads, but looking at the hands of the old monk.

Zhu Xian is a deformed world of immortal cultivation, and for countless years, people have been pursuing more and more powerful killing techniques, rather than the natural peaceful cultivation of the Qi Cultivation and Immortal Dao Method, which has also led to the singleness of the types of spells here.

Pu Zhi didn't answer, just looked at the two children carefully, couldn't help but look at Lin Jingyu a few more times, and said in his heart: "Good qualifications, but why is your temperament so extreme?" At the same time, he also noticed Zhang Xiaofan's gaze, and the hand that moved the rosary moved.

A smile appeared on the corner of Puzhi's mouth, he glanced at Zhang Xiaofan, and asked rhetorically: "Little donor, just now, your life was handed over, you just need to admit defeat, why do you have to support it hard, if it weren't for the old man's action, you are afraid that you have given your life in vain!"

Zhang Xiaofan was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't know what to say. Lin Jingyu glared at the ragged old monk in front of him, frowned, and said, "This old monk is weird, let's ignore him." ”

Caomiao Village is near Qingyunmen, known as Taoism, Buddhist disciples are extremely rare, and I have not heard of a water and land dojo in the township recently, which is a little weird.

Lin Jingyu took Zhang Xiaofan's hand and walked out, Zhang Xiaofan, who had always looked at him as a horse, subconsciously left with him, but after walking out of the temple gate, he couldn't help but look back at the temple, the clouds were overcast and the sky was already dark, and he could vaguely see Puzhi standing in the temple, but his face was blurred.

Machine Spirit, is it you? Zhou Bai muttered, the danger of this mission world far exceeded his expectations, when he chose to take Zhang Xiaofan, it was destined that this would be a game of hunting, both of them did not know each other's identities in the dark, and at the same time did not dare to reveal their identities, and even the plot had to be maintained as much as possible, once they were caught by the other party, they would fall into extreme passivity.

Night.

There was a thunderclap, the wind swept the clouds, and the black clouds rolled in the sky.

Kill people on stormy nights. Zhou Bai gently closed the door and looked at the black qi rising in the northwest of the village, although he was a child in his body at the moment, he could also feel the filthy aura hidden in the black qi.

Zhou Bai smiled indifferently, and reached out to the wooden barrel beside him, this was the clear water he had specially prepared during the day, and there was no cultivation and realm, but the sword intent in his heart was still there.

A shallow whirlpool was formed in the barrel, and a three-inch-long ice sword slowly rose from the water, like a child's toy, and the carved jade ornaments were vivid.

The little sword was put in his sleeve, and Zhou Bai couldn't help but shiver.

Zhou Bai snatched Zhang Xiaofan, and the third death catastrophe he will face is already in front of him.

As thick as black ink, the surging black gas swirled in the west and flew straight towards the grass temple outside the village.

A bolt of lightning burst through the air, illuminating Caomiao Village in the wind and thunder, Zhou Bai looked up, and could vaguely see a familiar figure being swept into the black qi and being carried away.

Several muffled thunders sounded in the distance, flashing golden rays collided with black light, and a trace of curiosity flashed in Zhou Bai's eyes when he closed his eyes and opened again, scratching his hair and walking towards the grass temple.

Pu Zhi saw that the child rolled up in the black air was the Lin Jingyu he saw during the day, and he couldn't help but look pale, and he couldn't see how he behaved, and his thin body rose from the ground, approaching the depths of the black qi.

"Your Excellency is profound, why do you attack an ignorant child, just afraid of losing your identity?" Fu Mo's robe cracked layer by layer, and Pu Zhi poked out his dry palm to rescue the sleeping Lin Jingyu from the black air.

A hoarse voice came from the black air, "Who are you, dare to meddle with my affairs?"

Pu Zhi avoided answering, frowned, and said: "This is at the foot of Qingyun Mountain, if Qingyunmen knows that Your Excellency is doing anything here, I am afraid that Your Excellency will have a hard time in the future." ”

The man sneered, and his words were disdainful, "What is Qingyunmen, it just depends on the number of people." Don't say much, old bald donkey, let me the boy as soon as he knows him. ”

The light of the Buddha flashed, and the demonic energy was high.

Zhou Bai came slowly, his eyes shining......

Added: The Zhuxian Scroll is a transition, and it is also the end of Zhou Bai and the Machine Spirit.

Some book friends don't understand what this volume means, so let's roughly explain: that is, when you know the general plot at the same time, each person chooses an indigenous person to take the house, and then finds the other party to kill. During the mission, Zhou Bai was equivalent to soul piercing, losing his realm and cultivation, and could only use the instinct of the divine soul;