Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info voice fell, a point out.

Immediately, the surrounding wind and clouds changed color, and the strange red became the most dazzling color here.

The blood-colored demon knife of a hundred zhang suddenly disappeared, and when it suddenly appeared, the head of the middle-aged monk was already flying high.

There is a gushing of blood, like a spring, and when it falls, it is like rain, but this rain is full of blood, with the temperature of the body, and with the unique red of the blood.

Seeing that Zhao Dibei was unharmed, the coldness on Bai Ye's face was not there, it became dull, and the killing intent was no longer pervasive, but gathered his savings and waited for the outbreak.

The old man in the early stage of foundation building was staring at the moment with a dead stare at Bai Ye, who was coming slowly, and the corners of his eyes couldn't help jumping.

The feeling that this repair gave him was a little weird.

The demonic blood knife floated and bloomed, and the red reflected the old man's face, like a red flower blooming on the other side, wanting to guide the path of death.

"You... Who is it?"

As Bai Ye approached, an aura permeated, and a dignified oppression appeared, this was not coercion, but the shock and pressure brought to him by the sudden appearance of the knife, that is, death.

Ask yourself, even if he is impossible, with such a blow, he will kill a monk of the twelfth layer of condensation.

"Do the dead need to know?"

The tone was still flat, and even Bai Ye's face showed a hint of a smile at the moment.

The old man's eyes narrowed slightly, and he immediately opened and closed, shining brightly, and said with a smile: "Little doll, relying on sneak attacks and one or two strange spells, he is so arrogant, hehe, the old man has been cultivating immortals for more than three hundred years..."

"It took 300 years to step into the foundation..."

Bai Ye was still slowly approaching, and the sarcasm on the corner of his mouth fell on the old man's eyes, immediately making him angry.

At this moment, he could perceive that there were a lot of other cultivators around, hidden in the dark, silently peeping.

Therefore, the breath of the early stage of foundation building was immediately diffused, and when I raised my hand, a small green umbrella suddenly flew out and hung above my head, falling a lot of dark green light curtains, making it look like a green hat.

This old man has lived for hundreds of years, although he is angry in his heart, and he can see that Bai Ye is only in the realm of condensation, but he has not given birth to arrogance and disdain.

That slash, the means of killing the cultivator of the twelfth layer of condensation, made him have scruples, yes, he took the lead in sacrificing the protective treasure, and only then did he slap the treasure bag and fly out more than ten flying swords.

"Little doll, since you are looking for death, you can't complain..."

Before the words fell, Bai Ye's eyes suddenly froze, and the blood demon knife immediately flickered and disappeared.

The old man was shocked in his heart, but he didn't dare to slack off, the power of this knife had to make him jealous, but just when his fingers just moved, suddenly, a terrifying sense of crisis appeared in the center of his eyebrows.

Before he could react, this terrifying aura broke through the light curtain, and it seemed to be unblocked, and it exploded directly into the sea of knowledge.

There was a roar and vibration, and his eyes appeared, red so bewitchingly gorgeous.

Bai Ye still walked slowly, and with a wave of his big sleeves, the small green umbrella fell into his hand, and the corner of his mouth sneered, "You better take this thing away!"

With a flick of his hand, he landed on the old man's skull that was still wide-eyed.

"Senior Brother Bai..."

At this moment, Zhao Dibei's pale complexion was tinged with a hint of yellowing, and a lot of sweat slipped down, showing a kind of gloom and loneliness.

Although it was not the first time I saw Bai Ye kill Zhuji, at this moment, there was still a shock, and it was even more heartbroken.

Bai Ye took out some elixirs to heal and restore spiritual power, and smiled: "Senior brother, you take it first... Here, it seems, there is still a need to use blood to deterre..."

Just when Zhao Dibei was a little puzzled by these words, Bai Ye's body flashed suddenly, and the murderous intent of the accumulated pressure rose to the sky, and his eyes were as cold as winter.

"Since you refuse to retreat at this moment, then stay here!"

When the sound fell, the person had appeared three hundred feet away, and there was a black-clothed monk there, and there was still shock and fear on his face at this moment.

Suddenly, a blue palm appeared in front of him, and even before this shocking expression subsided, the terrifying heat burned him to ashes.

"This cultivation is really a condensation realm, this is also too terrifying, in the early stage of foundation building, in front of him..."

The two monks with a condensed qi were shocked, and when they whispered five hundred zhang away, a pair of indifferent eyes appeared in front of them.

Immediately, a pair of palms pressed on their Danhai.

The small black sword flew out, and the flying corpse spirit immediately appeared.

At this moment, its expression was sluggish, and its cultivation had fallen to the fifth layer of condensation.

Bai Ye's gaze swept over, and he said lightly: "These two people, blood, flesh, and spirit, you can all devour..."

As he spoke, his body appeared in front of another monk who was about to retreat in horror.

This cultivation, seeing Bai Ye kill the foundation building monk in an instant, his heart was terrified, and when he saw that he was killing again in the blink of an eye, and he was cultivating three times, his heart was immediately frightened, and he wanted to retreat.

"I won't let you go, how can you go!"

When a punch was blasted out, Bai Ye surged with all the power of his cultivation, and the powerful aura of the twelve layers of condensing qi was permeated at this moment.

"Boom!"

There are no fancy, no spells, no magic weapons, just a punch of condensed spiritual power.

Flesh and blood are flying, and a repair becomes erosion in the blink of an eye, this scene is undoubtedly shocking.

Bai Ye stood there, no longer making a move, but swept around with his eyes indifferent.

"It's not me who loves to kill, if there is no prediction, there will be nothing to do!"

The aura of that Taoist monk disappeared here.

From beginning to end, Bai Ye didn't want to kill all the monks who came to peep secretly, which would not only cause the hostility of the monks gathered here, but even attract more powerful cultivators.

He killed the four cultivators, no more, no less, which did not cause hatred and panic, but also played a shocking role.

In particular, when he chooses, in order to kill with one blow, he always chooses to have just entered the twelfth layer, or to cultivate to a cultivation with extremely mixed aura.

The flying corpse came to Bai Ye's side, looking at the scattered rotten meat, revealing fear and regret.

Bai Ye swept his eyes coldly, this flying corpse devoured the flesh and blood spirit of the two monks, which had restored its spirit, and its cultivation was also stable in the middle of the fifth layer of condensation, and it would no longer slip.

Bai Ye waved his sleeves, grabbed the corpse, shook his body, landed at the entrance of the cave, and said coldly: "Stay here, if someone breaks into Baizhang and doesn't know, it is useless to leave you..."

Immediately, his face was cold, and he turned to Zhao Dibei: "Senior brother...!"

In the cave, next to a set of freshly cut stone tables, Zhao Dibei, dressed in a purple robe, his face was still pale, his eyes were dim, and he didn't seem to have any intersections.

Bai Ye sat on the other side, sighed secretly in his heart, and a pot of wine appeared in his hand and placed it in front of Zhao Dibei.

I don't know if it was because of the injury, or if the wine was too hot, Zhao Dibei let out a heart-rending coughing sound, but he still swallowed heavily.

Bai Ye sat there quietly, without dissuasion, this wine was purchased in a small city of monks passing by, refining medicinal herbs, and there was spiritual energy.

It wasn't until the wine was drunk that Zhao Dibei put it down casually, and said with a wry smile: "To be honest, this is the first time I have drunk since the demise of the sect..."

There is hurt, pain, and a hint of confusion and unwilling hatred in these words.

Long silence!

Zhao Dibei suddenly grabbed Bai Ye, and because he was too hard, his finger bones turned pale.

"Senior Brother Bai, I am full of cracks in the Danhai at the moment, this hatred, it is impossible to return the Wanlingmen and the Nine Xuanzong with my own hands, but I see and feel that your cultivation is strong now, and if you succeed in cultivation in the future, you will take revenge!"

"As for me..."

Zhao Dibei's gaze passed through the hole, and tears flowed down his cheeks.

This former proud son of Fujia, at this moment, his face is full of loneliness and sadness, but the slightest unwillingness still echoes in his eyes and cannot be dissipated.

"If you can live until the day when you have the ability to take revenge, I only hope that Senior Brother Bai, don't forget, take you, Senior Brother who is already crippled, even if I die there, I will see with my own eyes the destruction of Wanlingmen and Jiuxuanzong..."

These words are so firm, just like Zhao Dibei has experienced a broken arm, experienced the death of his teacher, experienced the annihilation of the sect, experienced the impossible extravagance, but has always been upright.

Although his face is haggard and his expression is decadent, there is a trace of obsession in his heart and he is unwilling to give up.

His haggardness, his decadence, just because, there is no hope in sight!

"If by then, I have turned into a handful of loess, and I hope that my junior brother will be in front of my grave to inform them of their destruction...!"