"What do I want?" the snow-clothed monk raised his hand, and saw that his fingers were stained with the nun's brains, which were a little dirty, so he put his fingers in his mouth and sucked them.

Looking at the clean finger again, the snow-clothed monk pointed at Nagarjuna with it and said: "Although the poor monk is not a womanizer, he is just so beautiful and fragrant, he can't say that he wants to break the vows once." ”

Gu Jue's body trembled, this snow-clothed monk was so poisonous. As a sword cultivator, he can't lift his sword to cut off the unevenness in his chest, and his sword heart will eventually be damaged. The four brothers and sisters were all saved by Nagarjuna, so how could they stand idly by.

It's just that the four brothers still have to protect Uncle Li and don't dare to do it.

The snow-clothed monk is not allowed to deal directly with the sword rune stone tablet, which can damage his brother's sword heart. The long sword in his hand vibrated endlessly, as if he was angry, resentful of the cowardice of his master.

Although the combat power of sword cultivation is domineering, it is extremely easy to break, and sometimes there is no retreat.

The snow-clothed monk no longer paid attention to Gu Jue, and he looked at Nagarjuna again, and an irrepressible desire was born in his heart. In front of the four juniors, destroying this flower-like female cultivator is really a joy in the world!

The more the snow-clothed monk thought about it, the more excited he became, and his hand pointing at Nagarjuna trembled a little.

"What does that mean, Master?" Nagarjuna slowly got up and turned back.

The snow-clad monk's trembling hands stiffened in front of him, and he saw the folds on Nagarjuna's incomparably old face, like the bark of a 10,000-year-old tree. The corners of her eyes drooped, her pupils were cloudy, the whites of her eyes were yellow, and there were dark brown spots between the bloodshots. Between the lips, which can barely be closed, the teeth are intertwined, black and yellow.

He is a wicked man, not a hungry pervert. When he saw this face, he felt like someone had stuffed a handful of flies down his throat, and the flies were still waving their paws desperately, and the fluff was scraping on his throat, itching to vomit.

Nagarjuna's movements seemed to be extremely slow, and only after she turned around did she twist her body, her dress flying, and the green light wrapped around her fingertips flashed, and it hit the nose of the blood unicorn.

The blood qilin roared, jumped up suddenly, and twisted his body in pain, and the snow-clothed monk stepped out in one step, regardless of the mount, the soles of his feet on the ground made a loud noise, and the thigh muscles tensed, and instantly burst out with powerful power, and rushed towards the dragon tree in one step.

In the heart of the snow-clothed monk, good people have to be killed, and people who are more disgusting than me have to die!

The Blood Kirin fell, rolled on the ground and got up, but it didn't have the courage to follow its master to deal with Nagarjuna. The emerald green arrow folded in the air, and the green light expanded and contracted, like a silkworm scurrying in space, and in a blink of an eye, it reached the back of the snow-clothed monk's head.

Nagarjuna's short spear was hugged in his arms, and he recoiled sideways.

Whether the sword cultivator makes a move or not can't be forced, this is human nature. It's like himself, can he really sacrifice for Ye Gongzi? Nagarjuna thought in his heart, but he stabbed sideways but was extremely decisive.

The two sides approached in a blink of an eye, and the snow-clothed monk faced Nagarjuna's front and back attacks, and honestly punched eight punches.

Three punches backwards and five punches forward. Each punch was as fast as lightning, and the arm brought out an afterimage. The afterimage does not disperse, and the illusory arms are all turned into reality.

After eight punches, the snow-clothed monk had eight arms. Under his snow-white monk's robes, there was a purple-red blood light, and the smell was incomparable, and the Chinese wanted to vomit.

With three punches in the back, the emerald green arrow was bounced out, twisted and fell to the ground, like an earthworm that had been cut into two sections, desperately burrowing into the ground. The five punches in front of him were all hit on the Nagarjuna short spear.

The tip of the dragon tree's spear shattered, and it flew out, and a mouthful of demon blood sprayed on the snow-clad monk's face. The snow-clad monk's wild laughter came to an abrupt end, and the demon blood burned for no reason, and the flame dissolved the skin and bones, and it was extremely domineering. The snow-clad monk was furious, and his eight arms slammed inward at the same time.

Bang, bang, bang, poof......

Nagarjuna's body slammed into the sword qi barrier and slowly slid down. She saw the head of the snow-clad monk deform under his fist, his bones shattered, and the demon fire extinguished. Her eyes were cloudy, as if a piece of colorful glass had been broken, and her pupils turned to regain her youthful appearance.

has lost a mouthful of natal essence blood, and it is impossible to maintain the state of old age. This change fell on the snow-clothed monk's eyes, and he roared vaguely: "You are a demon!"

Nagarjuna was weak, and after his feet landed, he followed the guidance of the emerald green arrows and went straight into the earth. The natal essence blood ignited by her can even be burned to death by an infant realm monk, but it is a pity to face this monk alone.

The snow-clothed monk was extremely decisive, and as long as he hesitated for a moment, he had already been burned to death by Nagarjuna. His eight punches shattered his skull, and only then did he completely extinguish the demon fire. A purple-gold aura erupted from both of his nostrils at the same time, coiling around the top of his head, barely holding on, not letting the injury worsen.

Without waiting for the snow-clothed monk to catch his breath, Gu Jue rushed out of the protective area of the sword rune stone tablet without warning, the sword light flickered, and the thunder roared in front of the snow-clothed monk. He was tall, like a demon god under the black clouds, and his eyes were bursting with blood, which was really spurting blood, and turned into red mist under the urging of the sword qi.

The snow-clothed monk was shocked and then angry, completely unaware of the influence of Nagarjuna, and this mood fluctuated a little too often.

He was shocked because he mistakenly thought that Gu Jue was releasing the sword qi thunder sound, and then he was angry because he knew that he had been deceived, no matter how brave the little Zhuji Sword Cultivator was, he couldn't release the sword qi thunder sound. But he was fooled and frightened, so the snow-clothed monk angrily threw eight punches in a row, and the first punch smashed Gu Jue's giant sword.

"You're looking for death!" the snow-clad monk stepped on the sound of thunder, each punch in the same position.

A circular penetrating wound appeared between Gu Jue's chest and abdomen, the size of a watermelon. An undetectable sword light erupted from his mouth, striking at the top of the snow-clad monk's head. The two purple qi that the snow-clothed monk protected his head were instantly disillusioned, the sword light dissipated, and a rusty sword pill fell to the ground.

The snow-clothed monk screamed halfway, losing the support of purple qi, and his face couldn't hold on. The whole bald head is like a piece of mushroom, pestled around the neck.

The snow-clothed monk couldn't help but go crazy in his heart, and grabbed Gu Jue's corpse with his eight arms, and at the same time exerted force. Poor Gu Jue's body was torn to pieces by the snow-clothed monk, and the remnants of the corpse were thrown by the snow-clothed monk towards the sword rune stone tablet, and exploded on the spot, and the pieces of white bones were as thin as blades.

"Senior brother!" the three sword cultivators exclaimed, their eyes splitting.

The snow-clothed monk was furious, his head was completely deformed, one eye barely supported his eyelids, and he stared at the three sword cultivators. His four arms were raised, holding his own head, and the sword pill broke his delusional supernatural power with one blow, and the injury was a little too serious.

vented his anger with a blow, but he couldn't damage Wang Lieyang's sword rune stele. The snow-clothed monk held back the resentment in his heart, and turned around and walked towards the crack in the cliff. The blood qilin finally recovered at this time, and followed behind the snow-clothed monk with his head down, and he didn't dare to breathe.

"Go and watch the shit, if they run away when I get out......"

The snow-clothed monk didn't finish speaking, and the blood qilin turned around and rushed towards the sword rune stele, stopping twenty zhang away, his eyes fierce, staring at the three sword cultivators.

The snow-robed monk took out a scroll of scriptures, which were written on a long scroll of white cloth, and the color was bright red. He straightened his skull, wrapped the scriptures layer by layer, and wrapped the skull, leaving a gap between the two eyes.

After bandaging, the snow-clothed monk looked up to see the sword qi barrier on the cliff. The crack was sealed by a pale silver sword qi barrier, like a wound in the night, hanging straight down from the sky.

Nagarjuna hid underground, reduced to a piece of dead wood, and was in a near-comatose state. She could feel what the snow-clad monk was about to do, but she didn't have the strength to stop it.

Nagarjuna barely sank down, more than four hundred feet above the ground before stopping.

Ye Gongzi, you can only rely on yourself......

Nagarjuna fell into a deep sleep, and the three foundation-building sword cultivators didn't dare to leave Li Zhenyi, so they could only watch as the snow-clothed monk threw out the Buddha beads around his neck in the sword qi barrier, opening a passage with a diameter of a zhang.

The spurted heaven and earth vitality was seven feet in front of the snow-clothed monk, and the eight arms of the snow-clothed monk took weapons and stepped into the cracks. The figure of the snow-clothed monk disappeared, and the three sword cultivators looked gloomy. Nagarjuna saved their lives, and so did Ye Ting.

Standing on the sidelines, the sword heart is broken.

Thirty miles away, for His Holiness it was like a leisurely stroll. The eight horcruxes in the hands of the snow-clothed monk can be said to be unscrupulous, and they are all refined by the souls of the living. When he saw the corpse demon from a distance, he stopped at a distance of one hundred and fifty feet from the corpse demon.

The snow-clad monk's eyes shone with greed, and it was really a beast-like aura, undisguised.

A corpse demon who has been weakened to the extreme, the Moon Sword Sect is really stupid, this thing is in his hands, and the value is comparable to that of a Taoist weapon!

A bowl in the snow-clothed monk's hand flew up, and the blood light pouring out of the bowl hit the corpse demon's chest, and the golden armor seemed to be non-existent, and the blood light penetrated through the body. The snow-clothed monk was painful and happy, this time the Horcrux was consumed a lot, but the corpse demon was powerless to resist, and he could slowly figure it out!

If the Horcrux is destroyed, it can be refined, and if this corpse demon misses it, with his position in Tennoji Temple, it is impossible to distribute such a trophy. Eight arms, eight horcruxes, the snow-clothed monk did not hesitate to sacrifice them all.

Ye Ting breathed a sigh of relief at this time, the Ten Directions Purgatory Space extracted the origin of the corpse demon, and it was already a small achievement. The second purgatory was about to take shape, and suddenly a person appeared to attack the corpse demon, sharing most of Ye Ting's pressure, and the corpse demon was in great pain, so he temporarily gave up attacking Ye Ting, and moved towards the snow-clothed monk step by step.

Ye Ting carefully controlled the Star Demarcation Lock, the corpse demon moved extremely slowly, and he had to stop for dozens of breaths when he took a step. One end of the Star Demarcation Lock entered his body, and Ye Ting itself became the coordinates of the corpse demon. Ye Ting relaxed his control, and the corpse demon would be able to shoot the snow-clothed monk to death now.

The corpse demon moved forward, and the snow-clothed monk was also nervous in his heart, and he didn't find Ye Ting hiding behind the corpse demon. Ye Ting couldn't help but release a magic eye on the top of the corpse demon's head, and he saw the person who came to help.

This is not a person, but an ugly monster!

The monster's head was wrapped in blood-colored strips of cloth, revealing only two squinted eyes, like a deformed water bladder. The monster has a thick upper body, eight arms, and a thin and disproportionate lower body.

Ye Ting's deepest impression of this monster was that it had a pair of greedy eyes.

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