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"Everything is ready, only the east wind is owed. I don't know if you're interested in helping someone!" the Spirit Slayer City Lord curled the corners of his lips and reached out to stroke the soft couch, "How?"

The scene of Fang Qun Xiu's exclamation was suddenly silent, and after a while, a voice finally shouted softly: "Sword, sword cultivation's blood!"

"Who, who is the sword cultivator. After exclaiming, the scene became chaotic again, and the smile on the corner of the Spirit Killing City Lord's lips deepened, and he nodded his dantian with satisfaction, "It's not a sword cultivator, everyone, you wait and say, who do you want to choose to come and sacrifice the sword?"

The frightened sword cultivator twitched between the pushes and shoves, and the long sword lay across his chest and glared at the monks around him: "You, what do you want to do?"

I don't know which long sword was the first to get out of the body, and the scene quickly became chaotic.

And Jia Jia and the others, who found that the situation was wrong early in the morning, had already retreated from here, and after leaving this place dozens of miles away, they stopped, and then Zhu Xingyuan bent his lips and flew away, pulled out a square round mirror with his backhand, stretched out his hand a little, and quickly pinched a trick, but saw that there was a bit of an image reflected on it in a fog.

With a slight touch, the ripples are cleansed, and the image spreads deeper and deeper, revealing a little bleak meaning in the fog.

And then the goal is blood red, full of red blooms, in this square mirror, although it is far away. But somehow. The tip of the nose of several people still seemed to be able to smell blood.

"This person is really too much. Mo Wen frowned. Shouted angrily, "This spirit killing city lord simply treats the world's monks as child's play, what is the difference between this move and killing people for fun?"

"It is better to say that he regards the monks of the world as child's play, but it is better to say that he has found out the hearts of these monks and knows what is the best thing to hold them. Zhu Xingyuan sneered, "It's good that we walked fast, you look here," Zhu Xingyuan stretched out his hand and pointed to the corner of the square mirror as he spoke. The formation has been activated, even if we have a formation breaking master here," Zhu Xingyuan said and glanced at Jia Jia with a sneer, "It's a good shot, what's more, when it comes to sword cultivation, which of the three sword cultivators here is not the prey that the Spirit Slayer City Lord wants?" ”

I have to admit that Zhu Xingyuan is right.

"It's a sea of blood. The spirit slaying city lord curled the corners of his lips, and the evil spirit was wanton in his appearance as if he was smiling, and he watched the blood flowing under his feet silently. Occasionally licking his lips, he seemed extremely satisfied with it.

Although it is impossible to hear it. But from this man's slightly open lips, everyone can still get a glimpse of what he said: "Very good, very good." ”

"What does this person want to do?" Mo asked, his tone was full of dissatisfaction, "Is he crazy?

"Crazy or not, Qin doesn't know, but. Qin Ya's eyes passed through an unknown luster, and he stretched out his hand and pointed at the long sword with a faint spiritual light in the middle of the mirror, "The blood of a sword cultivator is far from enough. ”

Although it was just an understatement, it made several people present suddenly understand: I see, the scene of these greedy monks gathered here and sacrificed the sword with blood, this is the purpose of this spirit to kill the city lord.

"Among these chaotic monks are many people from the Demon Dao Sect. Although it was only a hurried glance, Zhu Xingyuan keenly caught several panicked figures, "For example, this, for example, the Demon Dao is also divided into orthodox demon cultivators and demon cultivators who are not in the stream, these people are the monks of the sect at a glance, if something happens, can this Spirit Killing City Lord get out of it?"

"He doesn't need to get involved. It turned out to be Gu Lang, who had been out of state all the way, but when he saw him stretch out his finger on the mirror surface and lightly touch it, his eyes were on the ink-colored long sword, and there was a hint of disgust, "He only needs to sacrifice this long sword to the Demon Dao monk, and he doesn't know how to take it for himself, at that time, he will cause a bloody storm, who will care about him?"

"What does this person mean? As far as I know, although the demon cultivator is ruthless and impermanent, murderous and insulting, he doesn't have so much heart to close the pattern of the world, who is this person?" Mo Wen shook his head, and the whole person was surprised by his eyebrows, and shook his head again and again, "No." I must immediately escalate this matter to the authorities. ”

Several people glanced at each other, and for some reason, they all had a name in their minds with a tacit understanding - Shaoxin. However, no one said the name.

Once Shaoxin was involved, Zhu Xingyuan shook his head again and again, holding his forehead and sighing: Every time he was involved in this person, he had a terrible headache, and he didn't know what he wanted to do.

"It's fine. Qin Ya nodded lightly, thinking that there would be twists and turns on the road, and deliberately explained, "Use the seven-grade communication talisman to quickly send a message back to Kunlun." ”

"Yes. Mo asked, raised a purple messenger in his hand, and said a few rough words before sending the message back.

After giving up this qiē, a few people were afraid that there would be a sudden change in their intervention, so they found another way forward.

It had only been two hours since he walked all the way, and Mo Wen's face suddenly turned pale, and he cried out in surprise: "Ah!"

"What's the matter?" Seeing that his face was wrong, Qin Ya hurriedly spoke.

"Messenger, messenger ......" Mo Wen had cold sweat on his forehead, and he seemed to be unable to speak coherently, "The messenger was intercepted!"

Not to mention the side, let's just say that this seven-grade communication talisman itself is the world's first-class magic weapon, and idle things can't be stopped, but at this moment, it was intercepted by someone, and it can only be said that the other party must have used an extremely rare training talisman to block this communication.

Second, on top of this purple communication talisman, several people looked at Mo Wen and were afraid of the change, adding two drops of blood, it is not difficult to crack this communication talisman. And now looking at Mo Wen's face, eighty percent of the messengers have still been cracked, so the content of this messenger is already known to eighty percent of the crackers.

"Not good!" Zhu Xingyuan's face was extremely ugly, "If the other party follows the transmission talisman, it will not be difficult to find us!"

"You wait and go, you can only find Mo Wen by following the messenger, don't implicate you, I ......" Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Qin Ya waving his hand, "What are you kidding, when did I become so weak? I haven't figured out the strength of the other party, so why do I have to make such a must-lose posture?" and see it clearly!"

With his words, a few people who were originally a little apprehensive quickly calmed down. Thinking about it carefully, it is true, none of them have cultivated below the out-of-body stage, and among them, there is a great sword cultivator of Qin Ya, the Tibetan God Stage, so there is really no need to be afraid.

"Do you want to keep going?" Zhu Xingyuan pursed the corners of his lips.

"Naturally, I won't go. I'll just wait here, it's a human or a ghost, you can see through it at a glance!" Qin Ya frowned, and a hint of fierceness flashed in her eyes. (To be continued......)