A chuckle poured out of the monk's mouth, and the man nodded as if he was in a good mood, "Yes, it's me!"

The little friar's heart was terrified: what did they gather here on a large scale: not for the devil? I thought that I had finally escaped the palm of the demon beast, but the clinker actually touched this demon in the blink of an eye.

The pupils of his eyes dilated instantly, and then he saw the little monk snort coldly, and fainted like this.

The black-clothed monk was not annoyed, but stretched out his foot and kicked the little monk: "Get up, do you think that if you close your eyes, you won't be afraid if this seat wants to take your life?"

Seeing that the little monk was still motionless.

The blackfriar said, "If you wake up, I won't kill you!"

As soon as these words came out, the little monk jumped up as if he had already wound up: "You, are you serious?"

When the black-clothed monk saw that the monk who was pretending to be dizzy jumped up, he didn't say anything, but just sneered: "How did you become Wu Yice's disciple with such a timid temperament?

The little monk named Li Buqun shuddered a few times, and when he heard the black-clothed monk roar again, he stammered and explained: "Clansmen, clansmen and masters are friends!"

"Hmm. The black-clothed monk nodded, looked at the little monk named Li Buqun trembling like chaff, and suddenly laughed, "Are you afraid of death?

The little friar, who had been trembling all along, suddenly had his eyes lit up, and his eyes were blazing at the black-clothed monk.

There was a hint of sarcasm in the blackfriar's eyes, but he only said, "I just need you to promise this seat one thing!"

The trembling little friar's eyes widened at once. A little frightened took a few steps back: "You." What do you want me to do? I don't want to be a traitor!"

When the blackfriar heard this, the sarcasm in his eyes was even worse: "Traitor? Calling you just wants you to do one thing!"

"What, what's the matter?" asked Li Buqun in a trembling voice, still in a state of fear.

"There is a female cultivator in Kunlun named Lian Jiajia. DO YOU KNOW?" THE BLACKFRIAR ASKED IN A COLD VOICE.

Li Buqun nodded knowingly: "I know." Kunlun's first female cultivator is even a real person!"

"First Cultivator?" Although the black-clothed monk was masked, it could be seen from his suddenly rising tone that he seemed to be very skeptical of this title, and after a while, he actually sneered, "Not necessarily. The First Female Cultivator was not her. But over the years, she has indeed developed smoothly, and she is in the limelight!"

Although he was laughing, Li Buqun felt a feeling of cold air, and he couldn't help but say more: "You." Do you have a grudge against that real person?"

The blackfriar glanced at him a few times. Only then did he sneer: "Why do I say that you are so unpleasant? It doesn't matter if you are timid, unproductive, or stupid, what matters is that there is a lot of nonsense! While this seat is still in the mood now, you can listen well, and then you have your own things to complete." Speaking of this, the black-clothed monk paused, his eyes swept to Li Buqun on the side, seeing that he was still trembling, he moved his lips, and seemed to have a very long memory to speak again, but the black-clothed monk spoke in time to block his words, "Don't worry, it's not that you want to do anything to harm her." I will tell you after this, and you will swear a demon oath that if you don't listen to me at that time, you will know the end. ”

Hearing the black-clothed monk's assurance, Li Buqun breathed a sigh of relief, and nodded his head again and again, and when the demon oath was finished, the black-clothed monk hooked his lips and sneered, grabbed Li Buqun, and disappeared with a few ups and downs.

After he left, a group of monks also walked to the side of the Ten Thousand Obstacles Mountain.

Let's not talk about it for the time being, let's talk about the Kunlun monk walking in the Ten Thousand Obstacles Mountain. The more and more dense miasma invaded, invading the monk's body in a subtle way, and the speed gradually slowed down, and some of the monks who had been shouting for a long time had disappeared without a trace, and were left far behind.

Jia Jia breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Gu Lang's pale, and then reached out to touch her face: something seemed wrong, she didn't seem to have any feeling of being eroded by the miasma: was she so numb that she didn't feel it? Jia Jia laughed at herself, but she also knew that this was impossible.

Even Gu Lang, who was on the side, would look at her from time to time when he was interactive: "Jia Jia, what do you think?"

Jia Jia nodded: "I'm fine, but you, it seems to be very uncomfortable!"

Gu Lang's pale face hooked a subtle arc: "It's okay! ”

After saying this, he must have felt that his right hand was surrounded by a burst of warmth, and when he looked down, he saw Jia Jia's hands covering his right hand.

Obviously it was a gesture of concern for himself, but looking at the overlapping hands, there was a little reverie in his heart, Gu Lang hesitated for a moment, and still gently put his left hand on Jia Jia's hand.

Her "I like you too", he originally thought that it was the pinnacle of happiness, but now, looking at the clasped hands, Gu Lang suddenly had a feeling in his heart that seemed to hold her firmly. It would be better if this mountain of obstacles traveled a little longer!

I don't know if it's his own delusion, Gu Lang only felt that the first burst of dizziness seemed to have decreased a lot, and it seemed that even his face was said to be back to normal.

Is it really so amazing? Just grabbed Jia Jia and grabbed her in his hands? Gu Lang looked up a little hesitantly, but seeing that Shizun's pace slowed down a lot, he rubbed his forehead from time to time, and it seemed that even he couldn't stand it a little.

Although he was ecstatic when he grabbed Jia Jia's hand, he was not at the point where he didn't think about anything else.

Why did he catch Jia Jia, and the dizziness would disappear! Gu Lang looked at Jia Jia's face as usual, and said in his heart: "This is really too unusual, is there any magic weapon on Jia Jia's body?"

Thinking of this, Gu Lang transmitted a voice to her: "Jia Jia, do you have any magic weapon that can resist miasma?"

Miasma poisons immortal monks, and it is useless, not to mention, because it is extremely strange, it is a magic weapon that few people in the world will make to protect against miasma.

Most of the monks present also used ordinary defensive magic weapons, but no matter how powerful the defensive magic weapons were, it seemed that they would gradually be invaded by the miasma, as if a large number of monks were staggering around in the field now. (To be continued......)