A year later.

Meng Huan sat opposite Tie Luosha, drinking the wine brought by Tie Luosha, the blood-colored wine.

Night Seven has been sent back to the Rakshasa Kingdom and cannot be resisted. Tie Luosha didn't want to carry a burden and delay his great dream.

Meng Huan only remembered that day, Ye Qi was very anxious, and would rather die than follow behind, and finally was restricted from movement and left in the Rakshasa Frontier.

Tie Luosha revealed that Yeqi was the son of a certain family in the Rakshasa country, and as long as a soldier saw him, he would definitely be able to know him. Meng Huan left him at the gate of the city, and Meng Huan did not leave until he was discovered by the soldiers.

"What a fragrant wine! Give the poor monk a drink. ”

One had a bald head, no ring scars on the top of his head, and was wearing a washed white monk's robe, which was somewhat wide and not very fitting. With strange steps, he ran towards Meng Huan, and after only half a breath, he arrived in front of Meng Huan.

"The monk is good at kung fu!" Meng Huan looked at the monk who wanted to drink and praised. He poured a glass of wine, borrowed flowers to offer the Buddha, and threw it at the monk.

The monk was not polite at all, and as a result, he drank the wine cup in one go.

"Good wine!"

The monk complimented, but his eyes were fixed on their flasks.

"That, the poor monk has three precepts, and the two donors are polite. "He gave a salute, a little nondescript.

"Three precepts? I guess you have one precept to abstain from alcohol! I'm right. ”

"One of my three precepts is related to wine, but it is not to abstain from alcohol, but to abstain from drinking fine wine. ”

"The Master of the Three Rings is interesting!"

"I think the donor is about to achieve the Yin God, I don't know if the donor has a clue?"

"You are a disciple of Buddhism, and you also understand the yin god and the yang god?"

"I have a soul coffin, which was originally used for the dead to gather souls and refine corpses, so it is better to borrow it from the donor to help the donor sense the location of the three souls and seven spirits, how about it?"

The monk of the three rings kept staring at the wine jug, and the purpose was self-evident.

"The Master of the Three Rings still has this kind of corpse refining thing, don't you want to refine me?" Meng Huan said with a smile, his physical body had been cleansed at this time, but he could fight the Yuan Shen Monk and the Dharma Buddha Cultivator.

Sanjie's face changed, he took out a small black coffin, and said solemnly: "Why do you want to slander me, how about I give this coffin to the donor?"

"What does the Master of the Three Rings want?" Meng Huan asked knowingly.

"Wouldn't it be beautiful for us monks to have no desires or desires, and the donor gave me fine wine, and I helped the donor to become enlightened?"

Then Meng accepted it cheekily. ”

Meng Huan put away the small coffin, according to the treasure search compass, this is a low-grade magic weapon, it can be as good as it gets, he will not be polite.

Sanjie was dumbfounded, he doubted life, how could there be a more brazen person in this world than him?

"That, the donor's blood is vigorous, and the yin spirit is difficult to gather, this coffin is solving the donor's urgent need, can you give the poor monk some wine?"

"Take it!" Tie Luosha threw over a pot of wine and began to drive people away, he didn't like anyone to disturb them drinking: "Monk, get the wine and leave!"

The monk of the three precepts picked up the wine jug and poured it directly into his mouth, without any intention of leaving.

Meng Huan stood up suddenly, startling the monk, the three precepts are unknown So, a mouthful of Lingbao coffin is not worth a pot of wine for you?

The monk of Sanjie was on guard, only to see the magic weapon in Meng Huan's hand flash, hitting the void, and a figure appeared.

"What a strong sense of God!" Sanjie asked himself if he had completed the Fa, but he still sensed that someone was ambushing him. He regretted it a little, because Meng Huan's magic weapon was extraordinary, but he couldn't snatch it.

A person in the air was beaten out of the void, and the concealment technique of the comer was very good. If it weren't for Meng Huan who hadn't refined Vajra, he would have died.

He was dressed in green, and according to the principle that the color of the clothes of the Yanyang Kingdom was one level lower, he was a White Flame powerhouse, a realm higher than Meng Huan.

Under the Xuan Immortals, the cultivation is all vain, the fighting method is a supernatural power and a magic weapon, Meng Huan has a high-grade magic weapon that can be used, and he has already occupied a certain advantage, even if the magic weapon has not been refined, he just recognizes the master.

The strength of the green-robed comer is concealment, this time the assassination of the "Mai Killing God" was originally nine out of ten, but because of seeing the Sanjie monk, his mood fluctuated a little, and he was discovered by the target, and he was also taken first, which was really wronged.

He was no longer entangled, a magic weapon that had been refined for some reason was sacrificed and thrown at Meng Huan, he didn't expect to be able to kill Meng Huan, he only hoped to be able to escape.

Because the monks of the Three Precepts once cultivated with the Fa, which was equivalent to their Green Flame cultivation, they slaughtered a Red Flame. He shouldn't be arrogant and act in front of the monks of the Three Precepts.

The white streamer swept through and flew towards Meng Huan, and there was a white flame burning, like a meteor, about to turn Meng Huan into ashes.

The monk of Sanjie rarely didn't make a move, but continued to drink on the side.

Meng Huan didn't have any waves in his heart, he picked up Tieluo Sha and stepped out in one step, although it did not turn into a streamer and traveled thousands of miles, but it also left the attack range of this bead.

The two of them have long been accustomed to it, they have destroyed dozens of cities in the past year, and they are no longer confined to whether there is a fire sacrifice in the city. This is not the first time that they have experienced numerous assassinations over the course of a year.

Meng Huan broke away from the enemy's attack range, and spit out a mouthful of Nanming from the fire, turning into an orange-red sun from the fire, attacking the green-robed man.

Meng Huan was only one step away from being devoured by the fire in a year's battle, and he could turn into immortal fire.

The green-robed man was originally happy in his heart, thinking that Meng Huan was going to suffer, and the monk of Sanjie did not make a move, which was a happy situation.

Who knew that Meng Huan avoided his magic weapon attack, but instead a cloud of immortal fire erupted, which made him tired of coping, and he could only bear this fire.

As soon as the fire came, his skin was scorched black, his hair and beard were burned, these were only the surface, he was seriously injured in his body, after all, his strength was only hidden.

Tie Luosha picks up the banana fan and wants to fan out the attacking killer.

Meng Huan grabbed him and signaled that he could. The Sanjie monk on the side stared at Tie Luosha's fan, with a look of regret.

Meng Huan leapt into the air and pulled the man in green towards the ground. The man in green was originally in a trance from the fire, but he was pulled off the ground, and found that Meng Huan's hand was glowing with turbid yellow aura, and punched him. He remembered the rumor: he couldn't fight Mai on the ground, otherwise he would definitely lose.

The green-clothed Yanyang monk was desperate, he knew his fate, and he only hated that he shouldn't have set the goal of assassinating Mai and killing the god in order to become famous.

In just a few breaths, a person who was one level higher than Meng Huan was killed, shocking the Sanjie monk on the side.

"Good means!"

The Sanjie monk was impressed, he originally thought that Meng Huan's realm was vain, who would have thought that he would actually kill a white flame enemy in an instant.

"The Master of the Three Rings praised it falsely, but the Master of the Three Rings is still a strong deterrent!" Meng Huan clearly felt that the White Flame Killer had divided most of his attention on the Three Rings monk.

The mystery of this person made him even more jealous.