Ning Xiaoxiu arrived at the door, broke the door and opened it, and Ou Lianggong's eyes were bright and bright, and he stepped out. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Thank you for your elixir. ”

"You're welcome, sir. Someone outside came to the rescue!"

Ning Xiaoxiu was so happy that he wanted to jump up, he could thank himself, explaining that the matter of Jinyang Academy was nine out of ten.

Turning around, he saw the female hall master running with a group of Taohuawu disciples, he secretly shouted that it was not good, and when he was worried, people kept jumping in outside the wall, and rushed straight towards the Taohuawu disciples.

The man in yellow who jumped in was also a big man in yellow, with ten people as the leader, followed by twenty or thirty sword men, who killed them together, and immediately dispersed the people in Taohuawu.

The female hall master glanced at Ning Xiaoxiu from a distance, her eyes were complicated, and she retreated while fighting.

Rumble!

Half of the wall collapsed, and in the middle of the dust, a burly black figure about two feet tall stepped forward from the gap, and when it appeared in front of him, he was still a big man in yellow.

This man was sturdy and burly, with curly silver hair, one eye was clear and transparent, the other eye was blue, his face was haggard but could not hide his heroic spirit, and he carried a golden round stick on which two dragons were crossed and entwined.

He strode forward, stood in the courtyard and glanced at it, pointed at the long stick, and shouted: "Barbarian King Sect, kill!"

"Kill!"

The yellow-clothed disciples also shouted, their spirits were shocked, and their momentum increased greatly, and they immediately pressed the demon path disciples in the other half of the courtyard.

Inside the gap in the broken wall, Qu Nishang walked quickly with the disciples of the Zifeng Sect, and among them was a disciple dressed as a young scholar, who should be from Yang Academy.

Ning Xiaoxiu couldn't see the white wolf left and right, and he didn't know why it didn't come in, but he could feel that it was outside.

Ou Lianggong saw the yellow-clothed man and Qu Nishang, bowed, and said, "Thank you Sect Master Ding, Master Qu came to the rescue, he is old and old, and he has disgraced the righteous path......"

Qu Nishang said frankly: "Where is it, Mr. has made great contributions to the survival of so many disciples, we have the same hatred and hatred, you don't need to be polite." ”

The yellow-clothed man smiled slightly, and the muscles on his whole face moved: "You're welcome, let's go back and talk about it." "His official language is not standard.

The disciples of Yang Academy who came with Qu Nishang came up and saluted Ou Lianggong: "Disciple Wei has seen Ou Shibo. ”

Ou Lianggong's eyes flashed with a strange look, and he said, "You are here too, but the dean has something to say?"

Wei Shang said respectfully: "Master is concerned about the comfort of the master and the disciples, and it happened that Sect Master Ding brought the disciples to this area, so he sent the disciples to come to meet him, and he happened to meet Senior Qu and came together." ”

A few of them talked, Ning Xiaoxiu said in his heart, it turned out that he was the apprentice of the dean of Yang Academy, no wonder his identity was so big, he walked side by side with the master of Qutang, he looked like a jade tree in the wind, and he was also calm and kind in life, and he was really a famous teacher.

He quietly asked who the beautiful woman in Zifengmen beside him was, who the big man in yellow was.

The beauty laughed and said: "You are really a medicine seller, I don't know this, that is the famous sect master of the Barbarian King Sect, Ding Peng, a powerful person in the Tribulation Period." ”

Oh my God, it's Tribulation!

Ning Xiaoxiu saw that Ding Peng's back had become taller, compared with his poor spiritual realm, he was a lion, and he was a little ant, alas......

Wei Shang chatted with Cheng Lan for a few words, I don't know what to say, Cheng Lan's face was very good, and he looked very comforted, Wei Shang greeted each of the imprisoned Yang Academy disciples one by one, and the people who were greeted were very excited.

Ding Peng, Qu Nishang, and Ou Lianggong led a large number of disciples to chase and kill, and some of the remaining people began to guard the surroundings and take care of the seriously injured.

In the center of the courtyard stood a young monk, everyone else was busy, he looked up at the sky, folded his hands, and chanted silently.

Buddhism has long existed, but the world is the strong, nature is so, human society is even more so, no one is willing to believe in Buddhism's reincarnation theory, so Buddhism is very weak, except for the deep mountains and ancient temples to see ascetic monks, it is rare to see outside.

Ning Xiaoxiu has also followed his master to the town to sell medicine many times since he was a child, and he has only met him once or twice, why is there a monk here?

Puzzled, he walked up to him, looked up, the sky was blue, there was nothing, and he couldn't help asking, "Master, who are you?"

The monk did not answer, until the "Past Death Text" was over, and then he bowed and said, "Chanting for the dead is excessive." ”

"The dead, including the people in the Demon Path?"

"Whether it is a person in the demon path or a person in the righteous path, it's just that the identity is different, the Dharma is boundless, only transcending sentient beings, not asking about the body, and the red dust has its own red dust. ”

As he spoke, the monk picked up a knife and turned around and went out through the gap in the courtyard wall.

Ning Xiaoxiu was surprised for a moment and watched him go away.

Rumble!

There was a muffled sound, and a huge wave of air came, hitting Ning Xiaoxiu unsteadily, and the broken tiles and floating soil on the house fell one after another, and with a bang, the roof collapsed again, and the debris flew.

When everyone looked over, there was a blood-red shroud in the air outside the courtyard, mixed with squeaky screams, and people could hear itchy teeth.

Ning Xiaoxiu suddenly remembered, wasn't that the sound of Zongzheng and Yue's blood bats?

A strong smell of blood filled the air, and the crimson mist obscured the sunlight and spread quickly.

Just when everyone was surprised, three rays of light rose from under the blood mist, gathered in the middle, merged into one, a golden light flashed, and a huge golden bell spun and shrouded down, covering everyone.

Immediately afterwards, another golden bell shrouded down, and another one fell, connecting continuously, and a total of nine golden bells fell, layer by layer, covering everyone.

"Look, it's the Feihong Golden Bell Painting that the three of them worked together!"

The disciple of Yang Academy next to him shouted excitedly and proudly.

Ning Xiaoxiu looked up at the huge golden bell in the air, its body was surrounded by golden runes, thick and heavy like a real thing, he sighed in his heart, and wondered, when will he be able to learn such a powerful technique.

The blood mist pressed down and covered the outermost Admiralty.

The golden bell rotated, as if struggling, clicking, making a crisp sound, and the hearts of everyone below tightened, secretly cheering for it, hoping that it could hold on.

Kiss!

The gold dust scattered, and the blood mist crushed the outermost ninth layer of golden bells, and then rolled down, pressing towards the eighth layer of golden bells.

Despite the strength of everyone's hearts, eager to fly up to support it, the Admiralty was still crushed by the blood mist layer by layer, until the third layer of the Admiralty, the blood mist gradually declined, and it no longer spread and transpirated like before.

Before everyone had time to rejoice, under the heavy pressure of blood mist condensation, the two golden bells were shattered one after another, and only the first golden bell was left to firmly cover everyone.

The blood mist shrouded outside, like a blood-red cover, covering the golden bell, and the cracks on the golden bell spread out one by one.

The disciples of Yang Academy, Zifeng Sect, and Barbarian King Sect all showed their spiritual weapons, looked at the golden bell, and prepared for the last battle at the moment of shattering.

Ning Xiaoxiu's heart was surging, infected by the momentum of this common hatred, as if he was turning into a force of true power injected into the Golden Bell, facing the moment of life and death, his breathing, the faint true power of the Spirit Void Realm in his body, all rotated with the rotation of the Golden Bell rune, the same rhythm, the same rhythm.

He felt an indescribable thing in the hundreds of limbs, like blood, and like a feeling, swimming, converging in the dantian, more and more, and suddenly, he involuntarily lifted his palm up to the sky.

From the palm of his hand, a stream of true power was continuously poured into the golden bell.

The Admiralty suddenly lit up, clicked, like a thunderclap, and the blood mist suddenly turned into a ball and fled into the distance, and the Admiralty shook and disappeared into gold dust.

The disciples cheered.

Ning Xiaoxiu looked at the palm of his hand in a daze, didn't they find that light? What's even more strange is that he is likely to break through the Spirit Void Realm and reach the Jindan Realm.