When the black-robed monk saw that the monk in Tsing Yi had abandoned him and fled away, he was immediately anxious and angry, and the protective shield in front of him was about to shatter!

He immediately shouted angrily, used his whole body cultivation, stretched out his palms, and cast one of the Demon Cloud Sect's mastery of the Black Mountain Demon Cloud Sect, the Seven Killing Demon Cloud Palms!

Kill Kill!

The black-robed monk's killing intent was awe-inspiring, and there was a dazzling light on his palms, and an endless killing intent erupted from his palms!

Rumble!

The black-robed monk underestimated the power of the flying sword, a superb magic weapon.

Although his Seven Killing Demon Cloud Palm was powerful, among the eighth-layer cultivators of the Yuan Qi Stage, he was almost not afraid of any spells, but under the Sun Sword, his palm was immediately blurred with flesh and blood, and was turned into ashes by the hot sword gang emitted by the Sun Sword!

At the same time, the protective light shield in front of the black-robed monk also shattered, turning into bits of crystal light and dissipating into the air.

Sou!

In the extremely unwilling eyes of the black-robed monk, a brilliant cold light passed away!

Poof!

The Sun Sword instantly pierced through the black-robed monk's chest, shattering the heart in his chest with a single sword!

His eyes suddenly darkened, and the black mist under his feet immediately dissipated, and his body fell downward.

Bai Xiaojian didn't wait for the Burning Sun Sword to fly back, and immediately drove the Flying Spirit Boat to fly down quickly, and after a few breaths, he caught the body of the black-robed monk.

Poof!

The body of the black-robed monk fell onto the flying spirit boat.

Bai Xiaojian walked over, recalled the flying sword, and stabbed the black-robed monk's head again.

Rumble!

The head of this black-robed monk was like a King Kong, and the little sword stabbed out several times in a row, and finally smashed the head of the black-robed monk!

Immediately, the system prompts:

"Kill an evil demon and get 800 merit points. ”

Bai Xiaojian used his sword to pick up the black-robed monk's storage bag into his hand, and his spirit condensed inside, and he suddenly found a space of about dozens of cubic meters looming.

This space is full of some low-grade spars, estimated to be about a few thousand, and there is a Gongfa jade slip hidden in the corner.

Bai Xiaojian took out this exercise jade slip, immersed his spirit in it, and suddenly found a large piece of information pouring into his mind.

One of the Demon Cloud Sect's mastery of the Black Mountain Demon Cloud Sect, "Seven Killing Demon Cloud Palms"!

Bai Xiaojian immediately combed through the exercises of the Seven Killing Demon Cloud Palms, and found that this palm technique was extremely fierce and domineering, but this palm technique hurt others and hurt himself, so Bai Xiaojian naturally would not easily cultivate.

Now disposing of the body of the black-robed monk is a problem.

Because from the memory of the Yuan Zhen Daoist, Bai Xiaojian knew that the monks of the Lingtai period could use special spells and spiritual weapons to calculate the rough process of the killing of the disciples of the monks, and even restore the fight scene through the scars on the corpses.

Therefore, Bai Xiaojian now needs to destroy the corpse and destroy the traces, and then flee in the opposite direction of Fu County, and make a big bend before returning to the sect, otherwise the slightest omission and leaving traces will lead to the disaster of destroying the sect.

It's no wonder that Bai Xiaojian is so cautious and cautious, after all, his cultivation has not yet entered the Lingtai stage, many treasures cannot be used yet, and the sect is still in its infancy.

Thinking of this, Bai Xiaojian immediately drove the Flying Spirit Boat and flew in the direction of Chu State!

After flying straight for half a day, the flying spirit boat came to the top of a deep canyon shrouded in white mist all year round.

Bai Xiaojian's heart was a little frightened, the canyon below was one of the four forbidden places in the Shu Kingdom's cultivation realm, even if the Lingtai stage monk strayed into it, there would be no bones in it.

However, it was precisely because of this that Bai Xiaojian immediately threw the body of the black-robed monk towards the deep canyon shrouded in white mist below.

In the blink of an eye, the body of the black-robed monk fell into the canyon, as if devoured by an unknown ferocious beast.

Seeing this scene, Bai Xiaojian immediately drove the Flying Spirit Boat and flew in the direction of Chu State.

As long as he left the border of Shu and returned in a circle in Chu State, even the Lingtai stage monks of the Black Mountain Demon Cloud Sect would not be able to deduce the whereabouts and origin of Bai Xiaojian.

Along the way, Bai Xiaojian added one or two thousand low-grade spirit crystals to the Flying Spirit Boat.

Finally, on the third day, he flew out of the border of Shu and came to the territory of Chu.

If it is a spiritual stage monk, it doesn't take so long.

Bai Xiaojian sat cross-legged in the flying spirit boat, looking down at the magnificent mountains and rivers flying below, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Suddenly, his eyes moved, and he saw a beautiful river below, meandering, and a town was sitting beside it.

Bai Xiaojian's heart moved: "Chu State, Qiushui Town! If you come, you will be safe, and it is not bad to go down to meet some old people, and the child who bought the Tao Te Ching in the past seems to be able to be accepted as a disciple. ”

In an instant, the Flying Spirit Boat landed in a dense forest outside Qiushui Town.

After retracting the Flying Spirit Boat, Bai Xiaojian walked towards Qiushui Town.

In fact, Bai Xiaojian had left Qiushui Town for more than a month, but he felt as if a long time had passed.

Walking through this dense forest, Qiushui Town is vividly visible.

Worship Xiaojian's spirit and calm, and he came to Qiushui Town in a moment.

Walking into the town, you can see that the teahouse in the center has actually been renovated, but the owner has been replaced by a chubby middle-aged man.

At this time, in the teahouse, a storyteller holding a white feather fan was spitting and telling the story of the immortals.

The audience was full of men, women and children.

Bai Xiaojian walked into the teahouse and found a seat against the wall and sat down.

Immediately, a servant who brought tea and water brought a pot of tea.

Bai Xiaojian secretly mentioned cultivation to prevent the tea in the little girl's hand from falling on him at any time.

After all, he was used to get hot tea by a small servant.

Bai Xiaojian glanced at it and found that he didn't see the child who bought his Tao Te Ching before, nor did he see Ru Hua and her young lady.

After listening to the book for a while, Bai Xiaojian only felt that this storyteller could fool the audience better than Bai Xiaosheng, but he was bored listening to it, so he dropped a piece of broken silver on the table, which was considered the tea fee, and then got up and walked out of the teahouse and walked towards the street of the town.

Walking alone in the ancient Jiangnan town, Bai Xiaojian's thoughts are flying, and his heart has entered an ethereal realm.

Cultivation is also the cultivation of the mind, and the red dust refining of the mind is a common method used by some monks and even great monks.

It is to realize the rolling red dust from the birth and entry into the world, and then go away after the change, and then go up the mountain again to cultivate.

Unconsciously, a slight drizzle fell in the sky, and it fell on Bai Xiaojian's body for about a zhang, and was stopped by the Gang Qi spontaneously released from Bai Xiaojian's body.

Bai Xiaojian's heart was empty, his body was clean, and there was not a drop of rain, and inadvertently, he walked in front of a rather magnificent mansion.

Squeak!

The vermilion door of this mansion slowly opened, and a girl in white holding an oil-paper umbrella walked out first.

This girl has bright eyes and bright teeth, and her eyes are as clear as incomparably clear spring water, and in the drizzle, holding an oil-paper umbrella, she slowly walked out of the gate.