Call!

The wine gas that spewed out of the mouth of the little monk actually intercepted Tian Baimu's violent sword qi and suppressed it violently.

Taking advantage of the momentum, the little monk poured a few sips of wine again, and after a few sips of wine, the wine qi turned into spirits quickly worked in his body.

For a while, the phantom of the incarnation outside the body behind the little monk began to flash the Buddha's light, although the Buddha's light was not very prosperous, but it was also sprinkled one by one, revealing the brilliance of the Buddha's nature.

Tian Baimu poured all his mental power into his Dao sword and began to launch a fierce attack on the little monk at ease.

His sword intent is no longer casual, but more greedy, he swings his sword and slashes again, and the violent sword qi once again slashes the little monk who is at ease.

The little monk was still fearless, his hands were sealed, and the sword qi that the Buddha's compassionate light sowed towards Tian Baimu, and the two collided, and the sword qi of Tian Baimu was dispersed by the Buddha's light, and it was no longer lethal.

The little monk of freedom used his mind to control the round of the Buddhist Jishi Golden Lotus, and the Jishi Golden Lotus flew out with a swish and shot towards Tian Baimu, Tian Baimu waved his sword to resist, but he failed to resist the blow of the little monk at ease.

Since the realm is the same, then the competition is strength and opportunity, and the opportunity of the little monk is much better than that of Tian Baimu, just to say that the origin of his round of Jishi Golden Lotus is very big.

Tian Baimu was hit in the chest by the flywheel transformed by the Jishi Golden Lotus, and suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and his face suddenly turned pale.

"Hey, uncle, if you admit defeat or not, if you are willing to admit defeat, we may wish to be friends. The little monk said to Tian Baimu, who was seriously injured.

Tian Baimu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and was stunned when he heard the words of the little monk at ease.

"Uncle, my Buddha is merciful, why don't we make friends, leave the Heavenly Apocalypse Immortal Sect, come to the Northern Desert, and drink together. The little monk said.

Tian Baimu heard the words of the little monk at ease, and he lost his mind for a while, he suddenly remembered his old father and mother in his hometown, the buffalo in his hometown, and the virtuous wife who was not good-looking.

He suddenly felt a little homesick, and after coming to Kyoto for more than ten years, he only occasionally went back to his hometown in the southern part of the Central Regions to have a look, in the middle of Kyoto, he had a new family, he abandoned his parents and wife in his hometown, and his son, who had not seen his father a few times.

Thinking of this, he was a little stunned, yes, for his own desires, he had lost too much, too much.

In the past ten years, the only thing that Tian Baimu has not lost is his silly nature, even if he has become a well-known catcher in Kyoto of the Zhongyu Dynasty, he has not changed his silly appearance.

Even so, he still did not resist the temptation of money and beauty.

After being seriously injured by the little monk at ease, he began to think about these things.

"Hey, uncle, are you listening to me? The little monk asked again.

There were still more than thirty disciples of the Heavenly Apocalypse Immortal Sect on the opposite side, and they did not wait for Tian Baimu's order, but spontaneously rushed towards the little monk who was at ease.

More than thirty Dao swords stabbed at the same time, the little monk pouted, and with a slight stroke in his hand, the statue of Buddha Compassion behind him moved, and the phantom waved his big hand and covered it with a palm towards the more than thirty disciples of the Heavenly Apocalypse Immortal Sect.

These more than thirty disciples of the Heavenly Apocalypse Immortal Sect were all beaten by this palm and their bones were broken, and they couldn't get up again.

"Uncle, if you don't answer, then I'm going to beat you next. The little monk pouted and said, his big eyes blinking, a little naïve.

Tian Baimu still didn't answer, he seemed to be still recalling some things.

Rumble!

The little monk slammed his palm towards Tian Baimu, raising a puff of dust.

"Wait a minute, uncle, I don't want to die yet. Hearing Tian Baimu speak, he endured the pain and took a few steps back.

"That's right, there is no one in the world who is not afraid of death. The little monk suddenly laughed.

"Yes! There is indeed no one in this world who is not afraid of death. I don't want to die yet, I'm homesick, I want to go home and live my poor but fulfilling life. Tian Baimu sighed and said.

"Didn't the uncle accompany me to drink in this northern desert?" said the little monk with some loss.

"Hehe, as long as there is fate, there will be a chance to drink together in the future, at least today I still have time to drink a few sips with you, you can also go to my hometown in the southern part of the Central Region to find me, I invite you to drink home-brewed rice wine." Tian Baimu said with a smile.

"Wow! rice wine!" said the little monk Tian Tian, who was at ease, pursed his lips.

The wind and sand in the northern desert gradually rose, the sun slanted in the west, and the two said goodbye.

?????? The cultivation world outside the ruins had already begun to change, as if something serious was about to happen.

Inside the ruins, Ye Linfeng was fighting with an orc.

The sword qi that was as powerful as breaking steel armor slashed towards the orc, only to hear the orc snort and twitch.

Ye Linfeng's sword did hit the orc, but it did not kill the orc.

The orc just snorted, although he was injured by Ye Linfeng's sword, it was certain that the orc's combat power had not been weakened by a bit.

The orcs continued to pounce towards Ye Linfeng, and the pair of black fangs were always on guard by Ye Linfeng.

Ye Linfeng slashed out a sword again, and this sword was the Iron Horse Binghe into a dream.

This sword decided not to lose to the previous sword, on the contrary, it was even stronger than the previous one.

Iron Horse Binghe fell into a dream, this sword aura was extremely violent and fierce, and Ye Linfeng poured a large part of his mental power into this sword, so this sword was much stronger than usual.

Laugh at!

The orcs were slashed by this violent and fierce sword aura, and this passage was narrow, so it was not easy for the orcs to dodge.

The orc's body was cut in two by Ye Linfeng's sword, and with a miserable scream, it was lifeless.

Ye Linfeng was temporarily relieved to see that the orcs were killed by him with a sword, but he didn't dare to relax completely, he had blood talismans on his hands, and he thought that other orcs would definitely find him soon.

Ye Linfeng's strength can kill the demon god who is in the middle realm of Piyuan, then his combat power is already comparable to the great cultivator of the middle realm of Piyuan, even if his current realm is still at the peak of the destiny realm, his combat power is no longer comparable to ordinary people, if he did not enter the ruins, but obtained the creation of that night of light and rain, then his realm is at least in the middle realm of Piyuan.

Ye Linfeng continued to walk forward along this strange passage, continuing to hunt the next orc, after he searched Hua Yuntian's memory, he had roughly mastered the characteristics of the orc, so he would not be a little panicked and overwhelmed like Hua Yuntian and Su Batian.

(There is also the last chapter and the first volume is about to end, and I have written more than 500,000 words unconsciously, during which Meizi has not broken the update once, even in the face of very busy and important things, Meizi has not given up and has been persevering.) It's the end of the month.,The first volume is about to end.,Please vote for a few votes for Meizi.,The first time.,I hope to give some comfort.,Writing is a very lonely thing.,There's no encouragement and comfort.,It's just by willpower.,Tomorrow the first volume of the two hundred and eighteen chapters will end.,The second volume of the national war begins)