"Don't be far away, does he really say that he can do it?" Mo Wenqing looked at the sky, he didn't see movement for a long time, the corners of his mouth curled, and said, "This master is playing tricks on you, right?"

This goblin, gestures, frowning, smiling, always floating in the dark fragrance, smelling the smell, the heart will be empty, don't be afraid of the distant mountains. After a long time, it took a long time to squeeze out a sentence "The master will never lie".

"You should go and watch the battle in mid-air. Mo asked.

Don't go far away from the mountain and take a step, stepping on the snow "rustling", suddenly stopped, and said, "Young grandfather, it's better if I still don't go up." ”

Mo Wenqing smiled: "I talked to you just now." ”

"The master has made me here. Bei Yuanshan said: "Fly into the air, then it is not he who let me see, but I see it myself." ”

Originally, he was a follower who was teasing Xingye, but who knew that he was no longer interested in teasing him by this sentence, and Mo Wenqing snorted coldly: "It makes sense, and there is a ball in it." If you don't go, I'll go. ”

Spit out the magic weapon of sending spring and sorrow, and don't ask for love and listen to the snow go to the sky. Beyond the green mountains on the left and right, groups of small black dots are getting bigger and bigger, but it is the Jindan monk of the Xuanmen of the Ogi Kingdom coming down. Rong Sui sparse his eyes, the sword sprinted, and in a few breaths, he came to Mo Qianqing, Ning Tingxue's side, and shouted: "Mo Daoyou, go down, go down!"

"Why?"

"I'm going to call the next donor. In order to avoid the ripples, our group had to hide first. ”

Rong Sui is eager, and directly uses the master's tone, and the "donor" is commensurate with the character standing on the ground. According to the inference of him and others, the supreme cultivation of the Buddhist Master forced the battle to descend for the sake of the young man who was inseparable from the little fox. After a while, many Jindan monks in Ogi Kingdom, like wild ducks, descended in a chaotic manner, and Mo Wenqing's eyes turned around, and shouted upward: "Ah, the killing is coming! Escape, escape!"

The Immortal Dao Sect's tolerance is sparse, this monarch's opportunity has changed, and he is the best choice, and he immediately understands the intention of not asking for mercy, and then shouts: "Escape! Kill here, kill here!"

The two of them turned around, swung their arms, shrunk their shoulders and buried their heads, the sword of the sword, the pink silk of the pink silk, the appearance of a group of escapes, I am afraid that they will not be able to. The timing of the two of them shouting was the moment when the "wild duck flock" was in a hurry, and when they saw the three people below, they fled immediately, and some people who were afraid of things by nature were in a hurry, and they didn't think, and they didn't look back at the situation.

As a result, all the Jindan monks were in chaos, and they were all busy like lost dogs and anxious like fish that had slipped through the net.

What's more, surpassing Mo Wenqing and the other three people, the "run away" and "run" behind them are even more urgent.

When all of them fall outside the path of inquiry, look up and calm down. There was such a false alarm, but no guy who ate the bear's heart and leopard gall was willing to fly into the sky. Some monks simply went into the valley, some tried to walk the path of inquiry, some did not have the calligraphy of the Dharma Protector to eliminate evil, and some two or three people with a mischievous temperament reached out and touched the top of the monk's head a few times. These days, more than 500 monks have cultivated for the ban, and a short layer of hair has grown, which is very different from the smooth and round feeling.

There are also old acquaintances of Venerable Monks and Juzhao, and some gossip is inevitable.

Twilight fades. In the mountains and wilderness below, the color of ice and snow is dimmed by two or three points for no reason, and the mountain scenery is stunning, and the sunset that will not be reduced is lonely, and the last piece of bleakness is gilded at the end of the western sky. The smoky mountains are in the twilight, the eyes are disfigured, the sad are sad, and the open-minded are reaching, the same time and things, different moods.

The battle in the sky gradually came into view.

The field of "poor monks" is like a thousand golden lights, thousands of rui qi, and the heavenly clouds and brocade light up the twilight of a thousand mountains. He stood in a casual posture, the moon-white monk's robe, hunting the wind and drumming, looming in the realm of Prajna, so ethereal, as if out of reach, and as if real. The fight between Ning Wen, the Night Remnant Star, and the Wenren Gentleman and the Lengyan Vajra Demon Suppression Array was not paid attention to in comparison.

The Jindan monks of Ogi Kingdom were not surprised to see this, and the people who had no view of the party, such as the wind and the light night, Han'er, Ning Tingxue, Mo Wenqing, and Beiyuan Mountain, could not describe the shock in their hearts. Especially the two of Feng Qingye and Bei Yuanshan. The "poor monk" moved in the field, and the battle situation dropped by 500 zhang again, and he used this method to force them down step by step, so that they could watch the battle from afar?

This monk, who appeared on his own, his words and deeds, were all unexpected, and could even be said to be absurd. But compared with this scene, all the previous things, all "small witches" saw "big witches", obviously carrying other distant mountains to fly to the sky to take a look, easy and easy to do, but chose the most difficult and dangerous way. As everyone knows, a little bit of difference, the attack of the three Yuanying Zhenren and the four Buddhist masters will lead him alone, no matter how extreme the realm is, no matter how strong the cultivation is, he can't resist it, and even put his life at risk.

"That benefactor, can you see the battle?" The voice of the "poor monk" fell on the ears of the distant mountains, and it was as clear as if it was just a few feet away.

"See!" shouted the Great Disciple of Wuliguan.

The "poor monk" said, "That's good." ”

At this time, many monks and the seven people who fought knew that this monk was a distant mountain.

The "poor monk" continued: "Three real people, if you fight for a few more days, the Lengyan Vajra Demon Suppression Array will be broken, and it is estimated that they will not be killed at that time." Please listen to the poor monk's words, how about the three of you temporarily back down and wait for the poor monk to do something, and then continue to fight?"

"No. The gentleman replied.

The "Three Talents of Heaven, Earth and Man" was withdrawn, and the "poor monk" was harvested, when Ning Wenwen, the night remnant star, and the gentleman settled on the top of Zuoqingshan Mountain, the "poor monk" held a straight break of the Buddha Door and broke the annoying wisdom sword, covering the Lengyan King Kong Demon Suppression Array for a while. The sword roared clearly, as if to think about it, and the sword qi dragged the flow of the rainbow and the unpredictability of the elves, only to see the Lengyan King Kong Demon Suppression Array spinning rapidly.

The "poor monk" said: "Three real people, the poor monk has the magic power of Buddhism, and I don't want to compare you to this formation." ”

After speaking, the Zhixuan Breaking Wisdom Sword shook and split into eighty-one pieces, hovering around him. This monk flashed and appeared in the array, stretched out his hand and grabbed Master Baomo's neck, and the other hand probed into his abdomen, and the dantian was shattered, and then Master Baomo's head was separated from the body.

Eighty-one fragments of the sword body exploded, and the "poor monk" picked up Master Baomo's storage bag, and flashed again, and out of the Lengyan Vajra Demon Suppression Array.

The "poor monk" was about to speak, but the Dharma Master said angrily: "Who dares to kill my Buddhist master?!"

With a single palm, the "poor monk" played his middle finger this time, rippling a flower-like light and shadow.

"The poor monks were killed. Isn't the Dharma Master trying to keep the poor monk from talking?"

Hearing this, Master Fa Xing, Hui Xin, and Bao Mo were instantly frightened, as if they had encountered the most terrifying thing between heaven and earth.

The "poor monk" gently asked again, "Do you want the poor monk to stop talking?"

Even the Dharma nature trembled, and the three Buddhist masters mustered up their courage and said, "Master, please speak, please speak." That demeanor seemed to be afraid that if the "poor monks" did not speak, they would face a catastrophe.

"Hmm. It's good to understand. The "poor monk" said: "Outside the view of Wuli, you have lost the face of Buddhism, then the poor monk will find the Xuanmen lineage to find it back." ”

Dharma nature, wisdom heart, and Puguang said respectfully: "Yes." ”

The "poor monk" glanced at the five Yuanying real people in the Ogi Kingdom, his clear gaze stayed on Meng Gufu's face, and he stepped in front of him and slapped his hand.