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Nange ruthlessly ordered Marchi, the head of the Red Maple Valley, who was standing not far away!

Marcchi's face was bitter, and he almost screamed that he couldn't stop it.

The other Jindan elder wasn't even in the Red Weapon Valley. Even he, the head, didn't know.

These two old things, relying on their identity as a Jindan monk and a pillar of the big platform in the Red Machinery Valley, come and go whenever they want, and they don't take him as the head of the house in their eyes at all.

If he Marchi knew that an elder was not at home, and in the face of the two Jin Dan coming to invade, he would definitely hide in the secret room of the mountain gate.

In this way, it is easy to escape, even if the form is not good.

How can it be like now, the long-sleeved high hat is smiling at himself, but the smile on his face is like a tiger looking at a goat, where does he dare to move?

Marchi didn't dare to move, but from all over the Red Maple Valley for hundreds of miles, a ray of light suddenly rose to the sky.

Cast the Five Elements Escape Technique, and set up the sword light to drive the sword light.

Elder Nange is the pillar of the Valley of the Red Hammer. He has spoken, where is the reason not to run?

"You are not allowed to move! Zhanzhu in place! Those who descend will not die!"

The hundreds of monks who surrounded the Red Maple Valley were excited, and their side had already won the victory of pressing xìng.

They surrounded the scattered escapes.

Except for a few who escaped, the others who escaped were intercepted by these fast hunters.

In the midst of a series of loud bangs, electric light and sword light staggered vertically and horizontally, and one after another screams rang out.

Bursts of flesh had appeared in the air.

If the monks of Red Maple Valley had broken through in formation, they might not have died so quickly, and they would have to resist for a while.

However, the other party had an extra Jindan monk, eyeing the pillow beside him.

If you form a dense formation to break through, you will be noticed by the Jindan monk, and you will swing out with a sword, and you will really die without knowing how to die.

The male disciples burst into a mass of flesh and blood.

However, the female disciples were much luckier.

female disciples,

Chased by one or two Hunters. Although the cultivation of the monks was higher than that of these female disciples, they were reluctant to make a heavy hand.

The eyes of the pursuers show a glint of greed or evil.

In the cultivation realm, the number of female disciples is less than that of male disciples.

These women who have cultivated for themselves are valuable. Compared with ordinary human female xìng, I don't know how many times higher.

Once he was caught, he was either humiliated or sent to the black market to be sold to others to make a furnace.

Friar Ping Rì has heard some rumors about these aspects to some extent.

Most of the friars are desperately resisting.

The woman who can embark on the path of the monk has lofty ambitions in her heart, which is by no means comparable to ordinary secular women.

A secular woman, perhaps for the sake of money and power, is easily subservient to others.

However, this is not the case with women in the monastic world.

Once you come into contact with the liliang of the more mortal people, your heart will be high, involuntarily, and it will also be high.

The desire to take your destiny into your own hands has also become stronger and stronger.

How can you be willing to be someone else's plaything?

Besides, even if you become someone else's furnace, the one who gets the benefits is usually the other party's male monk.

Most furnaces, once they have no value, will be discarded.

How many people will end well?

Marchi was locked by the middle-aged scribe with long sleeves and high crowns, and he didn't dare to move, and his face was full of shame.

Although he is afraid of death, but, seeing that his disciples are being killed and arrested in front of him, no matter how thick-skinned and ruthless his heart is. That's also in my heart.

Old Qian stood in the distance, looking at the chaos and killing poke in front of him with emotion.

What is this called?

How many bags of rice and wheat led to the bloody case?

However, Lao Qian is not meant to meddle in any way.

In the monk world, this kind of thing of the jungle is simply too much.

The light of the eight golden sè surrounded a female monk, and the woman's willow eyebrows and melon seed face could also be called beautiful.

A golden shell the size of a fan hovered above the friar's head, as if directing the eight golden rays of light to attack in a certain direction.

The light of the eight golden sès constantly shès backwards the water blades of the green sè, and each time they shè, there were sixty or seventy water blades swarming shè.

And sixty or seventy water blades, mixed with eighteen golden long arrows.

Although this woman's cultivation is only at the peak of the refining period, the power of this magic weapon can be regarded as a bit of momentum.

However, a short monk with a triangular face who was following the woman smirked and pointed to the strong electricity that gathered in all directions. As his arms opened and closed, the lightning had gathered into a large ball of energy in his fingers. Then he stretched out his fingers and blasted towards the woman one after another.

He shouted in his mouth: "Heavenly Dao Fourth Level Break!"

Sixty or seventy water blades, eighteen golden sè long arrows, and Lixuan was blown to pieces!

This pretty woman's face is white.

However, the degree of green sè retreat light is not reduced at all, and the eight golden lights around his body are urged again and again.

The sixty or seventy water blades and eighteen golden long arrows that came out of these eight golden rays are not powerful, but the shè degree is like a machine gun, and the shè does not stop.

Barely blocked the pursuit of the triangular-faced monk behind him

Monk Yín with a triangular face smiled: "Beauty." You're only cultivating at the tenth level of Qi cultivation period, see how long you can still urge this magic weapon?

Brother, I'm not in a hurry, I have time to accompany you!"

He is already a successful net-building foundation, and there is a world of difference between him and a monk in the Qi cultivation period.

Even if the female monk in front of her used her spiritual power because she urged the magic weapon.

But he still has a lot of spiritual power to squander.

Therefore, it is not advisable to press too hard at this time to prevent the catty in front. The prey dog jumps off the wall.

This friar happened to flee in the direction where the old money was.

Therefore, even if the old money is no longer careless, no matter how careless.

Eight golden rays of light surround this pretty friar. It is also delicate in the eyes of old money.

It turned out to be a shell of eight gold sè.

The shape is exactly the same as the fan-sized shell that hovers above the friar's head.

It's just two sizes smaller.

Suddenly, a long-term memory suddenly appeared in Lao Qian's heart.

For a monk like him who is a six-grade golden pill. Every bit in my memory is like a stone carving.

The difference is whether he wants to recall it or not.

An old monk in his fifties and nearly sixty years old diligently took out a pale yellow storage bag, "That, that, Senior Brother Mi Lan has cultivated to a high level, and I want to partner with Senior Brother Mi Lan in the trial of Xun Dan." ”

"If Senior Brother Mi Lan doesn't dislike it, my old Meng's family heirloom magic weapon, please choose it at will. ”

"This set of eight golden shells, is the shell of the deep sea and its thumb gold oyster, after the late stage of the foundation refining monks, ten days and ten nights before the successful refining, this brown gold oyster, absorbing the water and gold gas of the seawater. But the water system, the gold system is a double-order demon beast"

Thinking of it, Meng Qinglin, who has been in business for generations and is dedicated to seeking Taoism?

The set of magic weapons used by this woman seems to be exactly the same as the set of Bazi Jinbei that Lao Meng took out back then.

Could it be that this woman has something to do with Lao Meng?

Back then, Lao Meng once said that if the foundation is not built, his life span will only be sixty years?

Could it be that his old cow eats tender grass and finds such a beautiful sister?

Wrong?

At Lao Meng's age, even if he wants the old cow to eat tender grass, he can't find the tender grass in the cultivation world.

The triangular-faced monk chased closer and closer, and thunderbolts blasted away like beads.

The pretty cutie gritted her teeth and stretched out her hand!

The golden shell flew out and slashed in an eerie arc in the air, already slicing into the eyes of the triangular-faced monk.

"It's spicy enough, haha. ”

The triangular face smiled, and with a finger, the thunder and lightning ball had collided with the golden shell.

"Boom!"

The golden sè shell exploded suddenly!

A twenty-meter-diameter mist sphere appeared, and the fragments of Jin Sè flew around like countless Jin Sè's flying knives!

"Puffy, pun!"

The triangular-faced monk was first blown up by a twenty-meter-diameter mist ball that tumbled and rolled in the air. Immediately afterwards, more than a dozen pieces of gold sè were hit on his body in a row.

Even though his electric light surrounded his body, a few pieces of gold sè were still deeply inserted into his body, and blood was gushing outward.

After such a delay, this beautiful eyebrow with a melon seed face opened up a distance again.

"Bitch!"

The Triangle-Faced Monk is furious!

He cultivates the magic of the electric system, no matter how fast this beautiful cutie is, how can he compare with him?

Escape the light!

In a flash of lightning, it had already flown behind this cutie in an instant.

This pretty beauty is already a dead soul in her heart, desperate to explode the remaining eight gold sè shells!

At this moment, a green light appeared. So soft, like the chūn wind, seemingly slow and gentle, but in fact extremely fast, against this triangular-faced short monk, is a blow.

The expression of horror just appeared on the triangular face, and it froze.

The momentum of the rush forward was unabated, but pieces of dust, like the kind of dust that has completely rotted after thousands of years of wood, rose from the body of this catty of small triangular face.

In the unbelievable eyes of the desperate beauty, he was still showing off his might just now, like a tiger and a wolf

Hand.

In an instant, it was turned into the dust of the day by the strong wind of its own high progress.

The real dust, along with the magic weapon and the magic robe, did not even leave a single scum.

Meimei turned her head, and a monk with a face like a crown of jade was standing faintly in front of her.

Could it be that the prince in the story came to save himself?

Time, the cutie only felt the heartbeat added.

"Who are you Meng Qinglin?"

The monk with a jade-faced face asked lightly.

The two catchers howled and rushed towards the two of them, bringing up a hundred-meter-long fire dragon and a hundred-meter-long water dragon in the air.

It's going to come to the Little Double Dragon Club and wring this sudden monk into pieces!

The monk with a crown of jade stretched out his hand again.

The beautiful eyebrows on the melon seed face stood so close to this monk, and they didn't see any magic tricks on this monk's fingers.

However, the imposing fire dragon and water dragon. The net rushed halfway and disappeared immediately.

Showing that the two catchers came out quickly, they were already spasmed all over the body in the air, and they could no longer control the light under them, so they planted themselves headlong towards the ground.