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Wu Hai's move was something that everyone never expected, they pinned all their expectations on the Gu clan, but the result was so disappointing.

Mu Xi, who was covering his face on the side, was stunned for a moment in pain, and then collapsed to the ground, his lips trembling, unable to speak.

"Spare us, Great Messenger. Wu Hai prostrate on the ground, his head buried deep in his chest, showing a very sincere look of worship.

"Wasn't it still majestic just now?" The innocent smile of the purple-robed little monk standing at the front was faintly mixed with a hint of smug cunning, he put his small hands behind his back, and said arrogantly: "But now, it's just a lost dog, or ...... Hehe, do you think it's a tiger falling into Pingyang at this moment?"

Wu Hai's body trembled slightly, and he said in a dumb voice: "Lord Messenger, don't torture the old man. ”

The little monk glanced at Mu Xi, who was covering his face and didn't dare to look up, snorted lightly, turned his gaze, and looked at the monks who survived but didn't dare to act rashly, with a provocative look in his eyes.

A red line had appeared on the horizon, but there was silence all around, and not even the sound of birds could be heard except for breathing.

Or in the face of death, no one notices what sounds around them.

"Brothers, let's go in with my brother and arrest people, and take back the holy relics that belong to our snowy region!"

After the purple-robed monk finished speaking, he strode forward, but at this moment, a dazzling purple lightning bolt split down the black clouds in the sky, impartially, and happened to land on a stone directly in front of him.

"Bang!"

The stone was so vulnerable that it was split into pieces and fell on the surrounding water, splashing everywhere, like a sudden rainstorm, drenching the purple-robed monk into a soup chicken in an instant.

The little monk blinked, wiped the water droplets from his face, slowly raised his head, and looked straight at the crater in front of him with a sharp gaze.

Facing the slowly rising sun, I saw only a young man standing in the crater.

Against the light, I could only see that this person was dressed in white, and his golden hair was blown up by the air flow under the volcano, and he had the temperament of a master.

But then again, the Alliance True Monarch Luo Yan's divine sense had already discovered that this person's cultivation was unfathomable and by no means extraordinary.

"Could it be that he is the immortal stage monk who is rumored to have come to save Nameless Island?" Luo Yan thought of this, and his face showed a hint of joy, but when he spoke, his expression suddenly dimmed.

The Gu technique on his body hadn't been shown yet, and he couldn't speak at all.

"Hehe, it's you. The purple-robed little monk smiled strangely, and said, "Hand over the snow lotus, spare you from dying, okay?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone's admiring eyes immediately turned into resentment. In their opinion, all the suffering of Nameless Island today is because of the man who stole the snow lotus.

Mo Li, who was at a loss, stared at the figure whose face could not be seen clearly at this time, frowned tightly, and whispered to himself: "Why do you want to come out......"

"If you don't answer me, then it's better to die, and it's okay to use your corpse to make another holy relic, hehe. The purple-robed little monk narrowed his eyes, stretched out his big hand, and quickly grabbed the young man in the crater.

But when his hand was still three feet away from the crater, the little monk's face suddenly sank, and he quickly stretched out his hand back, and took a breath with palpitations.

"Brother, why are you soft-hearted?" a black-robed monk behind him stepped forward, with doubts in his eyes.

The purple-robed little monk shook his head, stared at the figure of the young man and whispered, "Don't get closer, his side...... There is guarding. ”

"Huh?" Hearing this, the black-robed little monk hurriedly took a small step back.

"One person does things and one person does it, what is it to trouble other people?"

The young man finally spoke.

Hearing this voice, the expressions on the faces of many people on the field changed slightly.

Tong Sheng frowned slightly, "This is ......"

"Brother! It's my brother's voice! he's still alive!" Before Tong Sheng could speak, the ethereal spirit broke free from his arms.

"Brother, Su Su misses you so much!"

The ethereal element had forgotten the fear, forgotten the cold, and ran quickly in the direction of the crater.

Everyone didn't dare to make a sound, and when they suddenly heard a girl's voice, they were naturally surprised.

And this voice naturally attracted the attention of the messenger of the snowy region.

"It seems that they have a different relationship. The purple-robed little monk glanced at the black-robed little monk beside him.

The black-robed little monk nodded, smirking and stretching out his hand towards the ethereal element.

The figure on the crater shook violently, and teleported towards the place where the ethereal spirit element was, but he was so far away, still at a high place, how could his speed catch up with the one-eyed palm of the snowy envoy?

The one-eyed palm was close at hand, and Ethereal Lingsu suddenly realized the danger at this time, and turned around and was about to run to the Tong Sheng who was coming, but the sky was unsatisfactory, and in a hurry, her foot fell into the gap formed by two stones, and she couldn't get out.

"Brother...... Save...... Help me. ”

The one-eyed palm of the purple-robed little monk was about to be photographed, but at this moment, a purple light flashed, and a huge purple jade stone blocked in front of the ethereal element.

"No!"

"Bang!"

When the palm of the hand fell, the purple jade shattered its bones.

At the same time, a young man in white appeared in the rubble pile with red eyes.

Luo Yan on the side looked stunned, this person was none other than Lan Feng, who had asked him to cultivate the cave before.

Lan Feng picked up a crystal clear broken purple jade from the ground, and a line of bloody tears flowed from his eyes.

"Why!"

At this time, Wu Hai had already stood up from the ground, glanced at Lan Feng carefully, his eyes showed a strange look, and muttered, "This person looks like he has seen ...... somewhere."

"I didn't expect it, she stole the Tianshan Snow Lotus for you last time, and this time she died to save your sister Xiang Xiaoyu, is it worth it?" The purple-robed monk sighed lightly and shook his head, "The family is ruined, this is the price to pay sincerely, hehe." ”

Lan Feng frowned slightly, his complexion returned to calm again, and after putting the purple jade into the multicolored rope, he slowly stood up from the ground.

"Worth it or not, people like you are not qualified to evaluate. ”

Hearing this, the purple-robed little monk snorted coldly, and without the slightest hesitation, waved his hand and slapped it towards Lan Feng.

But at this moment, the golden light flashed around Lan Feng, and the air flow turned into a golden sharp cone, which pierced the red eyes in the center of the purple-robed little monk's hand.

"Poof......

The eye on the one-eyed palm was blinded by the golden cone, but strangely, not a drop of blood came out.

Lan Feng frowned, and when he raised his eyes, the purple-robed little monk's eyes were closed, and two lines of bright red blood slowly flowed down, looking blind.