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"Shameless, too shameless, Ancestor I have all over the Nine Realms, I have never seen a shameless person like you, obviously planning to occupy this place by force, but pretending to be a hypocrite who asks about posture, Xiaobai, Ancestor found that your face is getting thicker and thicker, yes, you are now a two-skin face, of course thick... ”

The pouring sound came from the treasure bag, which made Bai Ye's face slightly red and even more embarrassed, but because he was wearing a mask, he still looked as usual, but he couldn't help but curse in his heart.

"Hey, those half-dead boys, don't hurry up and bow down and greet the ancestor!" In the chatter, the clay pot flew out of the treasure bag, Feng Ping's eyes were immediately shocked, and those Qinglingmen disciples looked like ghosts.

"Did you hear it, you have to know that little white kid, but he is ruthless, don't say it's you, even if the peak of the foundation is in his hands! ”

Bai Ye's brows furrowed, his face turned dark, he grabbed the clay pot, stuffed it into the treasure bag, and scolded fiercely: "Shut up!

At the same time, his gaze was suddenly sharp, like turning into two sharp swords, stabbing at Feng Ping, "Here Bai Mou borrowed a period of time to prepare a secret room, if there is no summoning, do not disturb!"

The corners of Feng Ping's eyes immediately jumped rapidly, and his heart was shocked to the extreme, the moment those eyes came, his sea of consciousness roared and vibrate, making his face even paler, and he took a few steps back, spurting blood.

At this moment, his injuries seemed to have a feeling of wanting to explode and could not be suppressed.

Feng Ping gasped, knowing that the cultivation in front of him was definitely not something he could contend with, even before he was injured, he was not sure, so he didn't dare to slack off.

The secret room was quickly prepared, and it was a place of retreat for Feng Ping's weekdays, because it was built near the spiritual spring, it was very strong with spiritual energy, and it was also supported by a formation.

Bai Ye glanced at Feng Ping, who was following him, took out the pill bottle, and said in a light tone: "You take these pills to take, although they have no effect of curing Danhai, but they can reduce your injuries a lot!"

Feng Ping's body was shocked, his face was complicated, in his opinion, these drugs are by no means a healing effect, but some kind of strong poison, this person is afraid that he has a bad heart, so he takes it out to achieve the purpose of control.

"Down ... Thank you for the gift!"

Even if he resisted in his heart, he couldn't help himself at this time, so he could only take it with trembling hands.

This look fell on Bai Ye's eyes, and in a blink of an eye, he immediately understood what the other party was thinking, and he couldn't help but move in his heart.

Although this person can be easily killed by him, but people are unpredictable, in this strange place, it is necessary to guard against it, so he spoke again: "Once Bai is in retreat, I am afraid that someone will have bad intentions, and I don't know if you have any way to let me cultivate with peace of mind." ”

Feng Ping's heart immediately jumped, looking at the terrifying monk in front of him with a "you know" expression, the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching slightly, he gritted his teeth fiercely, and the pill in his hand was stuffed directly into his mouth.

When he showed a smile that was more ugly than crying, and saw Bai Ye's eyes gradually cold, he immediately trembled a few times in his heart, and scolded secretly: "This evil star is too ruthless, taking poison in front of him, he can't get rid of his suspicions, it seems that if he doesn't let him rest assured completely, he will never let Lao Tzu go!"

A drop of blood containing the soul suddenly floated out from between the eyebrows, and as soon as the soul blood came out, Feng Ping, who was already pale, became even more depressed, and even his body trembled, and the power of cultivation fluctuated violently at this moment, and the realm in the middle stage of foundation building was hidden unstable.

"Fellow Daoists, you can retreat here with confidence!"

Bai Ye smiled, nodded with satisfaction, and casually put away the floating soul blood, at this moment, as long as his mind moved, even if he was thousands of miles away, he could make Feng Ping die instantly.

"Those few pills are extraordinary, Daoist friends should go back and refine them early, so as not to waste the medicinal power! Remember, without my summons, no one is allowed to approach the secret room for half a step. As he spoke, he closed his eyes and said no more.

At this time, Feng Ping also noticed that the pill did not seem to be poison, and his heart was a little complicated, and after giving a salute, he turned around and left the secret room.

After he left, Bai Ye opened his eyes, stretched out his hand and touched the treasure bag, and a small black sword appeared in front of him.

He stretched out his hand and pointed, and the flying corpse immediately flew out of it, with flattery on his face: "The master summons the little one, I don't know what to order? No matter whether you go up the knife mountain or go down to the sea of fire, as long as the master says a word, the little one... ”

"Noise!"

Bai Ye's eyebrows furrowed, his face turned cold, and after a faint glance, he threw out a jade slip and said: "When you are in retreat, stay outside the secret room, and you have to keep an eye on the whirlpool at all times. ”

The flying corpse took the jade slip, his eyes turned slightly to reveal a little joy, and he nodded hurriedly: "Although the master can rest assured, the villain will definitely fulfill his duties and never leave, any unscrupulous person who wants to disturb the master's retreat will not escape the villain's eyes, the whirlpool... ”

When he saw Bai Ye's gaze, which became even colder, the flying corpse's heart immediately became furious, and when he shut up, he hurriedly floated towards the secret room.

Bai Ye sneered, stared at the back of the flying corpse, and said faintly: "If you dare to take the initiative to make trouble, don't blame me for letting you die."

The tone was faint and the voice was calm, but it could be heard in the ears of the flying corpse, but it made its body tremble, and it couldn't help but curse in its heart: "This little bastard is too shrewd, Lao Tzu originally planned to take advantage of the temporary escape from his grasp to swallow all the Qi Condensing Monks here, it seems impossible! Why am I so miserable, and I don't know when I will be able to escape from the clutches of this evil star... ”

When the secret room was completely closed and silence was restored, Bai Ye flicked his sleeves and flew out a little star crystal, falling around, and several light curtains flashed, directly enveloping the secret room.

Then he played countless tricks, and after hiding in the formation, Bai Ye unhurriedly slapped the treasure bag, took out the Buddha lamp obtained from the black-clothed young man, and observed it carefully.

This Buddha lamp is shaped like a Buddha sitting on a seal, only three inches high, like bronze casting, but the hand is warm and peaceful, without the slightest copper and iron with a sense of coldness and hardness.

"Xiaobai, the ancestor told you, quickly throw away this thief bald thing, you know, there is no good thing for the thief bald... ”

"Especially this lamp, the breath on it, is the Buddha rhyme of the thief, don't you give up the good years, shave your head naked... ”

"Listen to the ancestor, throw it away quickly, it's best to bury it in the ground, no, ten thousand zhang... ”

After getting along for a long time, Bai Ye was able to automatically ignore the chatter of the clay pot, and at this moment, his mind was completely focused on this Buddha lamp, and after a while, his eyes opened and closed, revealing the light of essence.

When the divine consciousness was carefully integrated, the faint spiritual power fluctuated, making the Buddha lamp reveal wisps of Buddha light.

A picture appeared in front of me, it was a Buddha sitting under the Bodhi tree with a seal, chanting the Dharma in his mouth, and his voice was ethereal, as if it contained the Great Dao.

Bai Ye's face was strange, if the owner of the ordinary magic weapon died, its imprint would inevitably disappear, even if the heavy treasure was strong or the cultivation was strong, it would only be extended for a few days, and if it was removed with divine sense, the time would be reduced.

But this Buddha lamp, although it was inspired to bring out the picture of the Buddha, the divine consciousness could not leave half a point on it, even if the imprint of the young man in black had long since disappeared.

Bai Ye immediately showed a little interest, the power of this Buddha lamp, even when the clay pot saw it, he was afraid, and even if it weren't for the mysterious old man, he would have been burned into ashes at this moment.

Therefore, Bai Ye is very much looking forward to this treasure, if it is refined, it will undoubtedly be the talisman treasure on his body, second only to Huangding.

"Xiaobai! listen to the ancestor, you must not learn the Buddhist scriptures in the Buddhist lamp, once you learn, it is half a thief bald, in the future, set foot on the ancient immortal road, meet acquaintances, the ancestor is not ridiculed to death... ”

"Let's throw away this bald thing, do you want to know the heroic appearance of the ancestor in the past across the Nine Realms, the ancestor told you, I want to think about the year... ！”

The clay pot was so excited at this time that it even flew out of the treasure bag and dangled in front of it.

And Bai Ye's eyes suddenly flashed with essence.

"Sutra!"

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