"Since you are here, let's accompany this group of monks and go to see Lord Yama together, and this group of monks will be accompanied."

A voice floated out of the nearby forest, its tone was extremely flat, but the words were full of menace and arrogance. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Who dares to speak so loudly"

The two Sea Clan monks replied without thinking.

Looking around, a pair of eyes looked towards the place where the voice came from, as if looking for the figure of the monk who made the sound, these two Sea Clan monks only cultivated in the foundation building period.

On top of a tall and straight tree pole, a man in a white shirt is reclining, playing with a jade flute in his right hand, turning back and forth in his hand from time to time, looking leisurely.

"From this person, I can't feel a trace of aura fluctuations on my body, and I can't judge the cultivation at all, so I quickly escape, as long as I bring this news to the elders, it's enough."

A Sea Clan monk used his divine sense to probe Wen Ziran's cultivation, and found that he found nothing at all, as if the person in front of him was just a mortal.

"It's late, since you're here, let's stay here"

Wen Ziran held the jade flute in his hand to his mouth with his right hand, without the slightest sympathy in his eyes, the corners of his mouth rose, and he said with a faint smile.

As long as this Sea Clan monk kills one more, the Terran Race will lose one less monk, so Wen Ziran will never be merciful for the sake of the Terran, thinking of this, his right hand can't help but hold the jade flute in his hand tightly.

The two Sea Clan monks, like frightened birds at this time, were frightened when they heard the wind, and they all sacrificed a flying sword and jumped up, preparing to leave the place of right and wrong.

"Whimper, woo, woo, woo-woo-"

A series of continuous flute sounds sounded, its voice whined, like resentment, like crying, like complaining, lingering, like a broken soul, in the comfort of those buried in the hands of the sea clan monks, the sound is endless, making Chen Jing unable to extricate himself.

"Boom, boom, boom"

A series of explosions sounded, and the two Sea Clan monks standing on top of the flying sword suddenly exploded and died, blood spilled down like a drizzle, and even a few vultures could not withstand the explosion and die.

Wen Ziran looked at all this in front of him indifferently with a pair of eyes, his voice stopped abruptly, and he held the jade flute in his hand, his expression was extremely focused.

Wen Ziran has loved mortal musical instruments since he was a child, but he loves Xiao, and he majored in divine consciousness in exercises, although he only cultivated in the Jindan period, but his divine consciousness is not inferior to that of the monks in the early stage of Yuanying.

Xinggong is known as the first sect of the human race, and the cultivation techniques in the sect are far from being comparable to other sects, and they are all collected from the Venerable Lord, although the high-level divine consciousness exercises have a very large increase in divine consciousness, but the more divine consciousness increases, the more difficult it is to cultivate.

After condensing the golden pill, Zun Shang specially made such a spiritual weapon jade flute and presented it to Wen Ziran, and almost all of his magical powers relied on the jade flute in his hand to perform.

Qin Tian was holding a leaf in his hand, lying on the thick tree pole at the mouth of the bowl, just now he was about to observe Wen Ziran's supernatural powers, but he heard the continuous sound of the flute, the sound was extremely desolate, and he suddenly became addicted to it, and only then did he come back to his senses.

His eyes glanced at the flesh of the two Sea Clan monks, and he was extremely puzzled in his heart, just now he didn't even understand what kind of divine power Wen Ziran was exerting, it seemed that when he dissolved the sword qi, it was the same, it seemed that people couldn't find any weaknesses, the only thing that could be seen was that the two Sea Clan monks were extremely destroyed and died.

I can't care so much, after waiting for the fighting method, naturally everything knows, no matter what kind of supernatural power, this power has a source, and it is impossible to appear for no reason.

After thinking of this, he took the end of the leaf in his hand in his mouth, rolled sideways, jumped down from the tree pole, and looked at Wen Ziran with a pair of eyes.

"Fellow Daoist Wen Ziran, the minions have been resolved, why don't you fight here?"

Qin Tian lowered his head slightly, brushed his hair with his hand, bit a leaf, and chewed lightly from time to time.

"Xiao Sheng's cultivation is all the top exercises of the human race, can you still be afraid that Elder Qin will not succeed?"

Wen Ziran glanced at Qin Tian with his eyes, with a look of contempt, and said with a hint of mockery.

(Tomorrow, the next chapter, Wen Ziran VS Qin Tian)

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