Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Bai Ye ignored the noise of the clay pot, and when he saw those Tianlan monks fleeing, he immediately stopped shooting, but flew over in a roar.

These people are just low-level disciples who don't know the truth, and the real elite may be on their way to come.

He hasn't reached the kind of place where he can face alone, the pursuit of a long-standing sect, and he must leave here as quickly as possible before those people come, out of sight.

Especially let him be solemn in his heart, the Lord of Tianlan is coming, that is the Jindan monk!

An incomparable sword light tore through the space and slashed from afar.

Bai Ye immediately felt it, his eyes staring, revealing gloom.

A young figure appeared there, he stepped on the void, and as he walked, the aura belonging to the foundation building monk spread with the sword light.

"Monk Tsuki!"

Bai Ye exhaled deeply, and the purple spear in his right hand suddenly appeared, and in the middle of it, the Danhai Sea surged, and a shot broke through the air, rolling the wind and clouds in all directions, reflecting the air, like purple qi coming from the east.

"Boom!"

Boom, rumble.

Bai Ye's body trembled, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, and the Zhuji monk who came also turned white, turning red, and blood overflowed the corners of his mouth.

"No wonder you can kill Xiao San, my name is Yan Hong, for..."

Before the words fell, Bai Ye's eyes were cold, and he suddenly raised his hand, and a black light immediately appeared in front of this cultivator.

"Your nonsense, it's too much!"

At the same time, in the depths of the pupil of the left eye, the divine consciousness that had been tempered by countless stars like real existence, immediately an invisible knife, followed by a slash out, and went straight to Yan Hong's sea of consciousness.

Divine consciousness is like a knife, this knife is invisible, and the knife cuts the soul!

The sudden appearance of the small black sword made Yan Hong's words stop, his face was full of murderous intent, and with a cold smile, he opened his mouth and spit out a silver light, turning into a cold cold.

On the surface of the black sword, frost appeared in an instant, isolating Bai Ye's imprint.

Yan Hong stretched out two fingers and directly clamped the small sword: "This Black Ink Sword and the Taichu Spear are both my temple magic weapons, you use them..."

Suddenly, his eyes bulged and became bloodshot.

An invisible, sharp and sharp force slashed into the sea of knowledge, causing there, in the roar, to collapse.

The miserable scream immediately came out of Yan Hong's mouth.

Bai Ye's body rushed over, a finger stretched out, and pointed at the center of his eyebrows, and the power of cultivation burst out in an instant.

Yan Hong's screams suddenly stopped, and only the aftersound seemed to echo in his ears.

"I said, you, it's too much!"

With a wave of his big sleeves, he rolled up the small black sword and the treasure bag, and when Bai Ye opened his mouth lightly, he was about to go away in an instant.

But at this moment, suddenly, in the distant sky, a shocking aura, with a strong killing intent, directly enveloped this world.

At the moment when the breath came, a middle-aged man with a sad face and a murderous aura roared in an instant.

"It's you little bastard, kill my son Yan Ning!"

This voice was murderous, with outright hatred, rolling and roaring, causing Bai Ye's body to suddenly shook, and then a mouthful of blood spurted out, and when he looked at it, his eyes suddenly contracted.

No one asked, it was Yan Dao City, the lord of the Tianlan Temple.

Bai Ye didn't say a word, and suddenly Danhai's cultivation broke out, and he rushed out in an instant, heading into the distance.

At this moment, he has no other choice, with his current cultivation, he can kill the arrogant son in the early stage of foundation building, and in the middle stage of foundation building, he can fight.

But the one who came was a monk of Jindan.

At this moment, Yan Hong's rapidly falling corpse fell into Yan Daocheng's eyes.

At first, he thought he was just an ordinary Tianlan disciple, but now he looks at it, and it is his second son, Yan Hong.

A few months apart, he lost another son, especially Yan Hong, who was killed by the same monk a few moments ago, which immediately made Yan Daocheng's eyes red and he was furious and grief.

"The hatred of killing the son is not shared, this is a dead end... There is no solution, today I will comfort the soul of my second son with your blood..."

When this sound rolled like thunder, an even more arrogant, arrogant voice echoed at the same time.

"Xiaobai, the ancestor knows that the little bastard just now, he died unjustly, he had a fight, and there was so much bullshit, it turned out that he was also talking nonsense..."

At this moment, the clay pot suddenly sounded, and at the same time, a terrifying aura spread with the sound.

The roar rumbled, alarming the world in all directions, shaking the wind and clouds in all directions.

The heavenly killing machine appeared from the clay pot, directly locked the rage, and wanted to use Yan Daocheng's body to bombard his soul and soul.

The pervasive terror immediately made Yan Daocheng feel a strong life-and-death crisis, and the blood red in his eyes subsided, and he was shocked.

With his cultivation, he immediately felt that this terrifying aura was very similar to the ancestor who had become the foundation of Tianlan, and it was definitely not something that a Jindan monk could have.

At the same time, this breath is like containing a profound imprint, which makes Yan Daocheng born, it seems that as long as he makes a move at this moment, then the next moment, he will fall into the illusion.

Cultivating to the point where he is no longer only qualified, but along the way, there are too many difficulties and too many crises, and the rarity of life is far better than that of ordinary people.

Fear, hesitation appeared in Yan Daocheng's eyes, instead of hatred and rage, causing his body to pause.

"His grandmother's, either make a move and let the ancestor crush your egg yolk, or get out of the way, hide far away, don't let the ancestor see you again, think back then, the ancestor crisscrossed the Nine Realms, a little shrimp like you, the ancestor can kill tens of thousands of people with a breath...!"

The clay pot continued to shout arrogantly, and Bai Ye, who was galloping away, was also shocked in his heart.

"What is this pitch-black jar? It has such a terrifying coercion, it seems that its previous nonsense is not all gibberish..."

And at this moment, a sluggish divine consciousness was transmitted to Bai Ye's sea of knowledge.

"White boy, run, I can't stand it for long, Ancestor... That old thing's seal, it's really damn grandma..."

"How can there be such a terrifying existence around this damn little bastard!"

Yan Daocheng's scalp was numb, and the fear in his heart made him retreat, but the hatred of the second son made him hate Bai Ye to the core, and it became a complicated mood.

When Bai Ye's figure disappeared from the sky, the moment when the terrifying aura also disappeared.

Yan Daocheng's eyes suddenly flashed with cold light, and at the same time that the murderous intent was once again permeating, his tone appeared with cold hatred.

"I was almost deceived by this little bastard, if there was really such a terrifying existence, I would have been attacked a long time ago, I would not have fled so helplessly, this must be a special magical power, which can exude the breath of the Yuanying Monk!"

Thinking of this, Yan Daocheng's eyes full of murderous intent showed a kind of shame.

"Little bastard, dare to tease me..."

When the fierce roar echoed, a shocking roar, at this moment, Yan Daocheng's killing intent was full of heart, and the hatred was monstrous.