The shattered lenses reflected the cyan light cast by the moonlight, making the whip shine brightly, like the scales of a golden dragon in the water under the sun, and the pieces were dazzling. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The dazzling light made everyone in the square subconsciously close their eyes.

The whip in Song Qiu's hand did not pause at all, and with the ferocious momentum of splitting the lens, the sword light suddenly skyrocketed.

The next moment, everyone in the square realized that something was wrong, and opened their eyes in astonishment, and the golden light in their eyes was like a long string, covering everyone's eyes.

In the golden light, the screams suddenly rang out.

Shaking their heads vigorously, everyone who had barely recovered their eyesight found that the young generation of senior disciples who had been pinned on by Qingxiazi had fallen to the ground with the two Daoists around him, his chest was broken and a big blood hole was opened, and his five internal organs were stirred into mud by the knife qi, and he had died of anger.

Erlang God looked at Song Qiu's back and remembered what he had said to Song Qiu at the foot of the mountain just a few hours ago.

At that time, he suspected that the network management recruitment system found Song Qiu, not by coincidence, but by fate, but now he is a little more convinced of his guess.

But when the fortune of heaven and earth will change, countless heroes will be born in response to the catastrophe. When he was a god back then, weren't he, Nezha, and Jiang Taigong all born in response to the catastrophe?

The world is changing, the world is changing, it seems that now it is about to face another catastrophe?

Song Qiu, Daozhen Monk, many young people scattered in the Immortal Cultivation Realm, and the Bai Yi surnamed Su, these people may be the ones who should be robbed this time?

Jiro God is not sure.

Qingxiazi's face was pale and ugly, she covered her chest with her hands, and looked at Erlang God with a complicated expression.

He thought that it was Erlang God who broke the mountain guarding array in front of him, and it was also Erlang God who killed his beloved disciple, because breaking the formation and killing people could never be done by a kid who was only in the Qi Refining Realm two or three days ago.

"It turns out that the poor Dao is out of shape, Your Excellency is not the peak realm of martial arts, but a master who is extremely hidden. Qingxiazi's voice was a little old and desolate, the great array passed down by the ancestor was broken like this, and the disciples who had been carefully cultivated were also killed in front of him, these two things were a big blow to a person who was already not young.

"Not me. Erlang God shook his head and looked at Song Qiu: "It's him." ”

A look of disbelief flashed in Qingxiazi's eyes, and her eyes looked at Song Qiu, but she was stunned to find that the long whip in Song Qiu's hand was still dripping blood.

"How is that possible?" Qingxiazi muttered in a low voice.

He raised his head, stared straight at Song Qiu, and asked, "Who are you and which sect are you from?"

First a nameless little monk who could subdue himself with one kick, and now a young man who can break through the mountain guarding array by refining qi and cultivating, coupled with the strange young man next to him who didn't know the details and was dressed in bells and whistles, Qingxiazi believed that they would definitely not come from some obscure small sect.

This must be a big force.

Qingxiazi is very sure of this.

Before Song Qiu could speak, the black-robed man interrupted coldly and said, "Daoist Qingxiazi, don't worry about what may be impossible, killing them is the right reason." ”

Qingxiazi nodded, and the pupils of her eyes regained their determined color, that's right, no matter what their background, they must die tonight.

He said in a loud voice: "Yes, everyone listens to the order!"

"Here!" the Taoists behind him answered in unison.

"These two people in front of you are unforgiving!"

Qingxiazi's voice echoed in the square.

"No!"

Facing the many Daoists who rushed towards the two of them, Song Qiu turned his head to Erlang God for help and asked, "Zhenjun, what should we do?"

Erlang God was expressionless, and said indifferently: "In addition to killing, can you come up with any other way?"

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In the woods, the pale golden moonlight leaked through the dense foliage, barely illuminating the appearance of a chessboard in the shade of the trees.

The old man in a sheepskin coat closed his eyes, his hands folded on his crossed legs, and his back rested against a large tree, as if he was resting.

The chessboard in front of him is still the same as it was two days ago.

The wrinkles on the old man's crumpled face suddenly straightened and steepened, and he scratched his hand in the air, as if annoyed by the cold winter wind.

Closing his eyes, a confused look appeared in his cloudy eyes for the first time.

He looked down at the chess moves on the chessboard seriously, frowned and said to himself, "Why did you miss it?"

"On the Qingcheng side, logically speaking, the Qingcheng Alliance in the North should have taken the lead in eating a son, but the situation is still unclear, what is the situation?"

"Although Jiang Fenghan was attracted to Jinguan Academy according to his calculations, he disappeared quickly, and now he is still missing?"

"The most important thing is, what kind of person is that little monk over there in Jinguan Academy, who can resist nearly 10,000 ghosts with one force? What kind of cultivation should it be, even the palace master of Kunlun Heavenly Palace may not be able to compete with him, right?"

The old man took out a chess piece from the chess box, sandwiched it between his fingers, tapped the chessboard gently, pondered for a long time, looked slightly dazed, shook his head and said, "The root of all these problems seems to lie in this kid named 'Song Qiu'. Although the old man attaches enough importance to him, it seems that it is still far from enough. What kind of secret are you hiding, Song Qiu?"

The chess pieces in his hand landed heavily on the chessboard, making a crisp snapping sound, "That's it, let's talk about these later, now let's play the current game first." Since there is an extra little monk who doesn't know the depth and depth, then the old man will give you more chips. ”

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Monk Daozhen sat under the tree in a daze.

Although there were ghosts everywhere outside the school, they were not a big problem for him.

He was in a daze, just deducing the things on Qingcheng Mountain.

The more and more ghosts in front of him have fully explained that there was an accident on Qingcheng Mountain, and even after Erlang God and Song Qiu rushed there, they were not able to solve this accident.

What exactly could it be?

After careful calculation, Monk Daozhen already had some rough guesses.

He regretted the results of his guesses.

Strictly speaking, it was because of his negligence at that time that he caused the current difficult situation, so he blamed himself a little.

Suddenly, the leaves above the head began to shake, and then the leaves that would not have withered in the autumn and winter began to fall.

There was a sound of shaking from underground, and then the ground began to shake slightly, a movement similar to that of an earthquake.

Monk Daozhen's expression became ugly.

He could already feel the breath coming from the depths of the earth.

It was something that wasn't supposed to be here and now, but now it is.

His eyes looked at the forest ** in the distance, and his face instantly turned very pale.