Seven hundred and twenty-one chapters are better to give than to plunder

These gray sword-shaped mist are the condensation of the power of the gray withered mysteries.

The two clusters of stars emitted from the handsome monk's eyes finally dissipated most of them under the erosion of the gray sword-shaped mist.

As a last resort, two clusters of star-shaped light immediately jumped out of the handsome monk's eyes, blocking the remaining half of the gray and withered sword qi.

A piece of blue light condensed into a fist-sized entity, like an indomitable jasper spear, the light flashed, and the starlight of his body erupted violently like water stirred up by a boulder, and the jasper spear had already pierced his heart.

The jasper spear that pierced his chest only struck once.

A circle of blue sè ripples shattered the relatively weak internal organs.

His handsome head rose into the sky in disbelief.

A round of six-pointed starlight-shaped primordial gods rose from the Baihui acupoint.

In the middle of the blue light, the six-pointed starlight-shaped primordial god has been put away by the old money.

At the same time, the blue light suddenly bloomed.

Like a huge peony, layered on top of each other, it seems to be extremely slow, but it is actually swift.

The few monks who had just struggled to break free from the shackles of the blue and red silk threads only felt that the aura of the body protector was vibrated and dispersed. (Mobile viewing)

I wanted to urge the sword technique to return to defense, but it was a little slower under the constraints of the blue and red silk threads.

When my neck is cold, I only feel that the scenery in front of me is rising higher and higher.

The place where the blood splattered like a pillar is already a different place for the body.

Lao Qian's four waves of offensives are like the angry waves of the sea, and they are seamlessly connected.

This handsome monk can stand against the ostentatious light of old money and the sword of grayness, and can be regarded as a figure.

It's a pity that in this valley where the detection distance of the divine mind is severely limited, it was not discovered in time that the blue and red light that Lao Qian came from was actually a huge net of blue and red silk threads.

Immediately, he fell into the calculation of Lao Qian, and the mastery of a galaxy sword had not yet been fully used, and he was already in a different position.

These few monks who were able to quickly break free from the blue and red armor-breaking silk threads and did not suffer significant damage from the Ash Blight Sword, because of their potential resistance ability, became the top priority target for Lao Qian to eliminate.

The remaining monks have either been killed by the three waves of Showing Light, Armor-Piercing Silk Thread, and the Gray Withered Sword, or they have already suffered serious injuries.

Under the entanglement of armor-piercing silk threads like a big net, it is impossible to even escape. (The latest and most complete e-book download)

was cut off by old money like a vegetable melon, and his head was cut off.

After collecting the old money of the six Yuan Shen, he quickly dragged the corpse back to the cave with blue and red silk threads, and began to search for the equipment on the corpse.

Of course, Lao Qian didn't forget to put on a cold posture when he left, and the icy voice suddenly spread for miles: "Dare to approach my range, only death!"

All this happened so quickly that the monks inside and outside the cave were dumbfounded.

Except that the three soft-shelled turtles were mentally prepared and did not show much surprise.

The big mung bean is wide open.

There is also no previous image of Mount Tai collapsing in front of him and not changing his face.

And more than a dozen groups of monks from Guangming Mountain, with a total number of 100 people, were even taken by Lao Qian's thunderbolt methods.

No one dared to approach the old money anymore, and the entrance of the cave glowed with green sè.

Instead, he turned the object of plunder to the lone monks and the caves that the young men had dug up.

Even the half-finished caves, which had not yet had time to be completed, were among their plunder. (The latest and most complete e-book download)

The ugliness of people is vividly expressed at this moment.

The wiser monk started and fled.

And those monks who were driven by anger to defend the fruits of their labor were even killed instantly.

Everything in himself has become someone else's trophy.

The five of Lao Qian looked coldly at this scene of human drama - or tragedy.

There are too many such things, and Lao Qian's own ability is limited, even if he has the heart, he is powerless to prevent such tragedies from happening again and again.

A sigh flashed in Lao Qian's eyes, and he closed his eyes a little unbearably.

Although the old money has also plundered a lot of things.

However, it was all in the trial mission of the Colosseum Space or the military mission of the Bifu Army, the plundering of their own "opponent".

Since they are opponents of each other, plundering is a very normal thing.

Lao Qian generally has no thoughts of killing or plundering strangers who have no grudges against him.

Old Qian's heart was wrapped in a layer of incomparably hard, cruel and murderous things, and there was still a piece of softness. (More new chapters here.)

It was a kind of "kindness", I don't know how many times, Lao Qian dreamed back at midnight and returned to that soft place in his heart.

Only in that side, Lao Qian still felt that he was still the junior student back then.

The student who was pushing the stall with mutton skewers, shouting and selling on the street, was not only afraid of the chengguan, but was satisfied and happy with the business and customers.

"Crackling. Cracking sound. ”

A sword light like the explosion of countless snowflakes, with an explosion like millions of firecrackers being set off at the same time, roared from a place very close to Lao Qian and them, and in the blink of an eye, they arrived at the entrance of Lao Qian's cave.

"Friend, save me!"

As soon as the sword light of countless snowflakes dispersed, a young monk in his twenties had already appeared.

The monk was dressed in white, handsome and dashing.

Only, him

and anxious eyes, but the young face is bearded.

It shows that his young face is also beautiful.

The three chasing sword lights stopped ten meters away from the blue light at the entrance of the cave, and two or three red clusters of sword light appeared.

The massacre and threats of old money, that is, what happened just now. (Full format e-book download)

These three monks of Guangming Mountain, the sword technique urged the sword light, tightly protected the whole body, and did not dare to take a step beyond the thunder pool.

Look at the result of the negotiation between the whitefriar and the master in the cave.

Old Qian fell back to reality from the most secret softness in his heart just now.

Imagining reality, it's so different.

Once back in reality, some are only cold and ruthless.

Even in a plane full of believers in the Lord God of Light, it's the same.

Pure Land, Pure Land, where are you?

"Shelter you, what price do you pay?"

Old Qian said expressionlessly.

If according to Lao Qian's previous declaration, trespassers die!

This whitefriar should be the first to be executed.

However, instead of executing him, Old Qian asked him what he could pay.

In fact, this is already the first time that old money has shown kindness.

"Blizzard Sword Sutra, this is the secret treasure of my sect's inheritance.

However, I have only realized a quarter of them, and three-quarters of them are not at all able to watch for a long time with my current cultivation. (More new chapters here.)

I can dedicate it to you. ”

It's time for a critical moment.

Any miserliness and repayment on the spot is only possible to be swept away by this master.

The whitefriar was straightforward and brought out the most things.

I'd rather give it to others than to the enemies of Guangming Mountain, who are greedy and unbridled and have nowhere to go.

The white-clothed monk glared fiercely at the three monks of the Bright Mountain.

He took out a book shrouded in white light from the storage ring and threw it at the old money.

Lao Qian took it, and the cover and pages of this book were actually made of the skin of a creature, and it was shrouded in a cloud of white brilliance, and the slightest chill penetrated into the bone marrow.

The book is only twenty-one pages long.

When I opened it, there was no text on the page.

There was only snow, a white expanse of snow.

The snow seemed to cover the sky, and it seemed to cover the universe.

"Smack. ”

Old money didn't turn the back pages.

Just this way of recording the formula, Lao Qian has never seen it, and it is worth it for this point.

To tell the truth, even if the monk was gnawed by insects, there were only bones left, only the storage ring and the snowflake sword in his hand.

However, this storage ring may lie in a crevice in some soil, or even sink forever.

It is impossible for Lao Qian to search for an ownerless space ring within a radius of 100 miles in diameter.

This Blizzard Sword Sutra may be buried.

This guy is a guy who knows the times.

"Come in, though, dig out your own spot. ”

Old Qian said in a deep voice.

Immediately, the three Guangming Mountain monks, who were waiting to see the results of the negotiations, left without saying a word.

The main body of the hole they dug out of the old money, although it was wide enough, could accommodate six people.

However, Lao Qian still let this guy named Quinn dig up his own space.

There are people waiting to come in.

Sure enough, with Lao Qian's powerful and ruthless killing poke in front, there was also the specific action of taking in the victims.

The solitary cultivators ran over one after another.

As long as the casual cultivators can come up with something valuable, the old money is basically not rejected by those who come.

They couldn't fit in their own holes, so they let them dig holes right next to the entrance of Lao Qian's hole.

Surrounded by a green halo, there are no bugs to disturb.

The monks were digging holes quite quickly.

In fact, these casual cultivators formed an alliance centered on the five people of Lao Qian.

Despite the fact that this union is temporary, loose, is, at least for now, an alliance.

"There are too many people, too many people - they will attract very good bugs. ”

The big head Ah Ming muttered as he looked at what Lao Qian had given him, and his two mung bean-sized eyes were full of smiles.

In fact, so many goodies are obtained in a very short period of time.

The big head Amin was satisfied with the harvest of Juedang.

How much time did it take him to get these things when he was alone?

"Giving is better than plundering, and sometimes it works better. ”

Lao Qian half-squinted his eyes and answered the complaint of the big head Amin with an unfathomable word.

"There are too many ants, and they can also bite the long-haired Ivan. ”

The big head Ah Ming nodded in reply, as an endorsement of Lao Qian's choice and choice.

Ivan is a creature similar to an elephant in the Gallon Plane.

This creature has long hairs and is extremely tough.

The more people gathered, the louder the momentum, the more scattered cultivators came to take refuge, and even put away their things, the more and more picky they became.

As for the more powerful bugs?

Isn't there still the big guys in Guangming Mountain?

Wait until they're done dealing with it.

Rheinamin thought a little.