"What should I do? Just stare at him like this? Continue to consume with the devil's people, and besides, what about the demon beasts that have broken free from the cage? What should I do? The other party is eyeing us, and I can't afford to wait. "I have to say that although it has only been more than ten years before and after, it is nothing for the monks, but the vast majority of monks, except for Mei Qihe and others, most of them are unwilling to put too much energy into such inconsequential things.

In the final analysis, the 100,000 monks gathered in Pingzhou to give it a go, and the matter was completely resolved.

The discussion during the day can be said to be unhappy in the end, if it weren't for Miao Wuhua, Huadao, and Mingjian standing on the same front, I'm afraid there would be a stalemate on the field today.

After that day, none of the monks above the out-of-body had received an order to assemble them.

There are those who are anxious, and there is a faint feeling of dissatisfaction and slight resentment.

In this situation, until the early morning half a month later, a golden-footed crane, with a paper book in its mouth, flew straight over the square of Langya Tower, and flew straight into Langya Tower.

Since many Tibetan gods and dust monks stayed here, the protective cover in the Langya Building has already been opened, and if there is no entry and exit token, it cannot be easily entered, and the golden-footed crane walked into the air, blocking the protective magic cover, after the golden wings waved lightly for a while, the whole person began to faintly enlarge the pattern of a Taiji fish from the soles of his feet, and then saw a flash of Qinghui, and the golden-footed crane flew over the protective cover of Langya Tower. Fly straight into the temple.

The scene outside has already attracted the monks or mortals who are watching in twos and threes: "It's not that the guards in the Langya Tower have been strict these days. Not even a single ant could go in. How did the crane get in. ”

"I don't know, maybe it's a real spirit beast!" The person who spoke watched the golden-footed crane leave intently, and the envy in his eyes was about to overflow, "It's so beautiful, I really want to catch one." ”

"You're thinking beautifully. When the monk heard this, he couldn't help but spray him, "That golden-footed crane is a mutated spirit beast, do you think it is like a radish everywhere? It is less and less likely to mutate, but once it is mutated, it often produces miraculous effects. Cranes and other auspicious beasts are even more of a variety of leaders, you look at this golden-footed crane and don't think, but God knows, how difficult it is to get this crane!"

The monks and mortals who are doing good things outside are talking about it.

And the fluctuation of the protective magic cover of Langya Tower, although the fluctuation is very small, it still makes the hidden gods and dust monks in the building alert.

Even many of those who had already settled opened their eyes in time and looked over here.

But look at the golden-footed crane, and come with a paper book. Feathers flicked and there was a long howl. Clear and high-pitched, it immediately made a Tibetan monk who was quite good at talking look at it intently: "It's really a good crane, look at this ......"

Before the words are finished, they have to be criticized.

The golden-footed crane glided in the air, flew to Miao Wuhua, Mingjian Zhenren, and Huadao Zhenren and flew a punch in front of them, and then stopped in front of Miao Wuhua, Miao Wuhua's expression was slightly depressed, and he looked at the golden-footed crane that seemed to be flattering, and after a moment of silence, he reached out and took out the letter from the mouth of the golden-footed crane.

Taking the letter away, the golden-footed crane screamed, flapped its wings and circled twice above the heads of the three of them before leaving.

The dozens of Tibetan God monks who came to hear the news all saw the scene of the golden-footed crane breaking out of the formation. There was an uproar at the moment. "Is this the Great Unsealing Technique?" the monk who focused on the sealing technique couldn't help but exclaim, "Use such a Great Sealing Technique on a spirit beast?"

Mountains and rivers can be said to be the number one large-scale spell in the middle of the large sealing technique, and the manpower and material resources consumed are beyond the imagination of ordinary sealing techniques.

It is in the cultivation world, Kunlun, which is known for its "financial resistance", has only used three times the Great Sealing Technique for more than 100,000 years since its creation, and now, this spell has appeared on the body of a golden-footed crane, and it is still to pass through the protective cover of this Langya Tower: it can be said that the effort involved is more than ten times more than forcibly breaking through the protective cover of this Langya Tower.

This...... The truth made Dequn Xiu feel incredible and incomprehensible.

Some Tibetan monks were entangled in the extraordinary mistakes of the crane owner, while more people paid attention to Miao Wuhua's hand, which was more like a paper book made by a mortal hermit.

In ancient times, there was a saying that the wild goose passed on the book, and now there is a crane to transmit the message, among them, how can there be a charm?

In fact, cultivators rarely use paper books to communicate messages, and most of them burn blank jade slips, or have reached the point of invincibility of communication talismans.

Most of the paper writers are used by mortals, and even more, if there are some slight mistakes on the way, it is not impossible.

But today, seeing this scene of the crane passing the book with their own eyes, everyone only felt that those who were favored by mortals really had a bit of elegance.

"Gentlemen. A few big characters with great ambition, casual but natural, made those who read the letter can't help but wonder in their hearts what kind of monk has been born who has done such elegant things.

But seeing Miao Wuhua, the real person, and the Ming witness facing this letter at the front, but after a cursory glance, his originally calm or casual expression instantly became solemn.

At some point, the low noise around me disappeared into the air, and the low air pressure made people feel a little bit of atmosphere.

After a while, the dullness emanating from the three monks was almost instantaneous, swept away, and the spirit that had not appeared for many years came in an instant: "There is a way." ”

Although these words were said in a wonderful and flowerless voice, there were no big ups and downs, but the monks who rarely showed a little emotion outside all the year round couldn't help but let out a few cheers.

Outside Langya Building.

The slightest fluctuation brought by the golden-footed crane has long since dissipated, and at this time, there are two monks standing with their hands in their hands, although it seems that there is still peace in the Langya Tower, one of them curls the corners of his lips at this time: "Oh, I heard the cheers! ”

The delicate male cultivator on the side had no expression except for a slight bow.

The monk who spoke was unimpressed, as if he only needed an audience to immerse himself in his own world.

"Yo, is the mountain and river wrong unsealing technique?" Although standing outside, separated by a protective magic cover, this monk has amazing ears, and it seems that everything that happens inside can't escape his ears and eyes, "It's just a small unsealing technique, how can it be worth so much thought?"

Monk Wan'er: "Song Yuanshan's gang really took precautions, and they even thought of this! It seems that they are not so bad! Good, good, it is really excellent, very good!"

The delicate-looking male cultivator on the side bowed his head and remained silent, completely acting as a listener.

"You said this time, this demon has been cleared, and this world should be the peaceful and prosperous, peaceful world!" The monk smiled and said, receiving the white eyes of a few passers-by, and the passers-by who listened to them muttered a few words of "sick" and then did not get annoyed, stretched out his hand and moved, and saw a small green worm covering the backs of those passers-by, seeping into the surface of the body, and continuing again, "If you are sick, you must be sick." It's all said like this, how can you talk about the past of a bad illness?

"However, this demon is not allowed in the world, so it is naturally clear, but if the demon beast wants to solve it, it will take a few years to fight. After a few years, the world will be clear, and it should be the prosperity of the world again!" the monk pursed his lips and smiled, his smile clean and clear, "You see, no matter how chaotic the whole world is, it will not be long before the comfortable monk will gradually forget about it." In the final analysis, it's just that the world is too big, there are too few monks, time is eternal, and life is limited, this is the rule of this world. After a stew, the monk seemed to feel, "So, one day, I will create my own world." ”

The monk leisurely said a paragraph of plausible words, and then turned around: "Flowers, let's go, Xiaojin has made a splash this time, and he should be rewarded for his good life when he goes back." ”

The monk, who had not spoken for a long time, reacted slightly, answered in a low voice, and followed him, as if he were a marionette without the slightest expression.

After getting this news, all the monks in Langya Tower cheered, but as the spiritual leaders of today's monks, Miao Wuhua, Huadao Zhenren, and Mingjian Zhenren couldn't laugh: who sent the answer, others may not know, but they know: Shao Xin this person, not to mention that the great war more than 100,000 years ago was both good and evil, while talking about his strange relationship with the devil, it made them quite incomprehensible, not to mention, Shao Xin, this person, judging by his actions is definitely insulated from the word good person, how can they not worry?

But the current situation, the morale of the group of monks is high, and the three of them glanced at each other, exchanged a knowing look, and said nothing.

At this time, it is true that nothing can be said.

With both countermeasures and the high morale of the monks in the world, the time has finally come for 100,000 monks to gather in Pingzhou and work together to kill the devil.

(To be continued......)