Chapter 1208 The golden cicada sheds its shell

"Ah, this, uncle, I don't know, maybe it's the secret technique of ghost cultivation. Uncle Shi, the ghost cultivator in the out-of-body period below is definitely not Chen Er, maybe he can't trust the two Ice Spirit Temple priests in the soul condensation period. Uncle Shi, now in the Ice Spirit Temple, there are at least two out-of-body monks, do you say that Zhang Hua himself doesn't know, or he deliberately hides it from us. ”

What Yuchen threw into the ground were all black artifacts in the shape of crossbow arrows, Feng Rushan from it, neither felt the fluctuation of the aura, nor could he feel the storage of Gangyuan, it was obviously not a tool for arranging the array, as for what these utensils were for, what Yuchen wanted to do, and why he quietly threw them into the soil, of course he didn't know anything.

The two monks of the Soul Condensation Period who followed Yuchen were dressed exactly the same as Zhang Hua, and they looked like the priests of the Ice Spirit Temple, and on Yuchen's clothes, there was no iceberg symbol of the Ice Spirit Temple.

"I don't care if Zhang Hua knows it or not! Feng Rushan, are we just going to go down with this little monk like this? Otherwise, I'll take out the little sword again, and seduce Chen Er over as soon as possible to clean up together, and when it's over, we can go back to Ice Spirit City as soon as possible,......。 ”

Murong Xuefei and Feng Rushan simply changed their appearance, which is not difficult, because no one in Wufeng Town knew them in the first place, and they were fooling around in the tavern of Wufeng Town during the day, and they heard a lot of gossip about Mengtang's absurdity and shamelessness, and on the whole, Mengtang was not a good mayor, but it was not particularly bad.

Meng Tang just likes big-breasted beauties, and there are no other particularly angry behaviors, at least I haven't heard of Meng Tangqiang robbing a woman from a good family, as for the "equivalent" transaction that you love and I want, deceive first and then abandon, etc., there are indeed a lot, however, this, can't be blamed on Meng Tang alone.

A person, whether a man or a woman, as long as he marks a price for himself, in Murong Xuefei's world, he is worthless, and Meng Tangken can't be considered cheap if he gives a white star coin.

As for the untruthfulness in Zhang Hua's words, Murong Xuefei didn't take it to heart.

She never believed that a captive would tell the truth completely.

Murong Xuefei herself, of course, is also a little afraid of death, but she knows very well that if one day she is unfortunately captured by her opponent, she will never spit out everything she knows without reservation in order to survive.

Pushing herself and others, she does not consider herself to be the only being in the world.

Of course, there must be such soft bones in the world, but unfortunately, no one can determine whether a strange captive is soft bones or not, at least, Murong Xuefei and Feng Rushan can't be determined, and they are not used to basing their fate entirely on the fact that the "captives" are all soft bones, and their explanations.

There are many people who are afraid of death in the world, but there are more smart people, fear of death and lack of IQ are not the same thing at all, they don't tell lies and say anything, and they don't have a line at all, interrogation is a special knowledge, Murong Xuefei and Feng Rushan, including Xiaohong, are not experts.

"Uncle Shi, wait a little longer. Knowing that we could kill Zhang Hua and Dong Di lightly, and did not destroy the blood-colored sword, the out-of-body monks below only brought two subordinates from the Soul Condensation Stage to this Wufeng Mountain to wander, this matter, a little strange, I always feel that something is wrong, uncle, do you want to ,......。 ”

Murong Xuefei naturally hasn't figured out the mystery of the blood-colored little sword, but the power of the blood-colored little sword has been lost, and Feng Rushan is still clear.

The blood-colored little sword, in the final analysis, is just a magic weapon of a soul condensation period cultivator, according to the normal situation, no matter whether Murong Xuefei is a refiner or not, since she can easily kill Zhang Hua and Dong Di, she should destroy the blood-colored little sword that does not have any power as soon as possible, but Murong Xuefei is obviously not a normal situation.

However, Feng Rushan doesn't think that Chen Er understands the details of Murong Xuefei, so Murong Xuefei's actions, in Chen Er's opinion, are difficult to understand, since according to normal logic, Chen Er can't explain the safety of the blood-colored little sword, then Yuchen's actions must be strange, although Feng Rushan can't guess the cause and effect, but wait a minute, to respond to all changes with the same, sometimes, it is also a good move.

"Hmph, you're crooked! I'll clean you up when it's over!"

Due to the asymmetry of information, or in other words, it is incomplete, and the two parties have completely different results in their understanding of the same thing, and it is a headache to really think about the twists and turns, Murong Xuefei is very bad at these, and she is too lazy to bother with this.

However, Murong Xuefei still habitually chose to believe in Feng Rushan, feeling, or rather, crooked reasoning.

"Uncle Shi, it is said that the black-armored warrior and the Jindan monk, one is dominant in close combat, and the other is superior in long-range combat, Chen Er should also have some scruples about us,......。 ”

In terms of comprehensive combat power, the black-armored warrior is much worse than the Jindan monk, but the Jindan monk is not defeated against the black-armored warrior, it is not easy to win the battle, and even defeat and kill, Feng Rushan is not sure how Chen Er will design a black-armored warrior.

He was not familiar with the methods of the monks of the Gangxing Divine Prefecture.

In fact, he was not familiar with the combat power of the black-armored samurai.

......

"Hmm? No. Zhu Guang, send a signal, let Host Chen and Dong Tong come together as much as possible!"

"Almost. Hehe, I don't know why the person who killed Zhang Hua dragged me and Chen Er to Wufeng Mountain, if he was really fighting the idea of the Ice Spirit Temple, I hope Yuliang won't let me down. Alas, Brother Chen Er, I'm sorry. ”

Yuchen stopped, sighed silently in his heart, and turned his head to a Soul Condensation Stage monk and commanded.

"Yes!"

Zhu Guang didn't dare to slack off, reached out and took out a purple communication talisman from the treasure bag, threw it out, and the talisman turned into a purple light, rushed into the vast mist, and disappeared.

"Brother Chen, what did you find?"

About two pillars of incense later, Chen Er stepped on a huge black cane, and flew over with five priests from the Ice Spirit Temple, he had just landed, and before he could retract the crutches, he hurriedly asked.

"Brother Chen, look at that cliff. Kill!"

Yuchen pointed to the cliff opposite with his left hand, and when Chen Er raised his head and looked in the direction he was pointing, Yuchen suddenly shouted, the white light flashed in his hand, and he slashed at Chen Er's neck, and a big head flew high.

At the same time, with a wave of his right hand, more than a dozen jet-black fireballs shot into the ground.

In the roaring muffled sound, a black crossbow arrow suddenly shot out from the ground, after drilling out of the ground, each crossbow arrow suddenly exploded, turning into dozens of small arrows, for a while, the air was like a rain of arrows, in the disbelief of the seven Ice Spirit Temple priests, the sharp small arrows shot through their bodies, shooting the seven monks of the Condensation Period into a sieve, mercilessly harvesting their lives.

Syllable!

Chen Er's head fell from the air on the solid rock of Wufeng Mountain, turning into pieces of debris and splashing in all directions.

"Congratulations to Brother Chen! Hehe, I didn't expect that this golden cicada shelling technique was finally practiced by you, it seems that the rumors are true, the host of this temple, the princes of one side, really have strong financial resources. ”

No matter how hard the rocks of Wufeng Mountain are, it is impossible to smash Chen Er's head into pieces, Yuchen was taken aback at first, and then he understood, opened his mouth and spit out a silver scimitar, looked at the empty place in front of him and said lightly, his voice was indescribably bitter.

The so-called golden cicada shelling, simply put, is a kind of stand-in technique, cultivating the golden cicada shelling, not only requires extremely high talent, but also consumes a huge amount of resources, not only precious natural treasures, ordinary materials, but also enough to discourage ordinary out-of-body monks.

Talent, Yuchen knew that Chen Er was not lacking, but resources, according to his estimate, under normal circumstances, a monk in the middle stage of the out-of-body stage, like him and Chen Er, could not bear it, but Chen Er, as the host of the Ice Spirit Temple, was obviously not a normal situation.

"Hehe, if I hadn't been lucky enough to practice the golden cicada to get out of the shell today, you would be the host of the Ice Spirit Temple tomorrow! Yuchen, what is this qiē for? Is it just for the host of the Ice Spirit Temple. ”

Under a small tree more than ten zhang away from Yuchen, a figure slowly came out, and the figure was covered with a black light mask all over his body, but as soon as this person completely drilled out of the ground, the black light mask immediately faded, and then disappeared completely, which was Chen Er who lived for the rest of his life.

Chen Er's face was pale without a trace of blood, and the beads of sweat the size of soybeans kept falling down his jaw, his eyes radiated a faint cold light, staring closely at Yuchen not far away, with a wipe of his left hand, there was an extra turquoise pill in his hand, Chen Er swallowed the pill unhurriedly, and then opened his mouth and spit out a black scimitar.

......

"Feng Rushan, what the hell are these two people doing? Feng Rushan, you want to find a way to leave Chen Er behind, I want to see what the storage tools on Gangxing Shenzhou say. ”

The following series of changes, Murong Xuefei was dazzled, where could she figure out what was going on in a short time.

"Uncle Shi, it's not just the old cliché of internal power struggle and life and death, let's watch the show slowly. It seems that these two people are like old friends, they know each other well but are afraid of each other, although Chen Er lost the lead, but he wore a storage ring, it is difficult to say who wins and who loses. ”

Feng Rushan grinned and smiled silently.

He didn't know the two of them, how did he know what was going on, but there was nothing new under the sun, and within the Black Moon Sect, it was definitely not a group of harmony, for the sake of power and status, stepping on the blood of opponents and friends to climb up, Feng Rushan did not feel particularly incomprehensible.

As for Chen Er's storage ring, hehe, let's talk about it.

"Phew, it's your life. Well, this Yuchen, unkind, ruthless, such a black hand to an old friend, a despicable and shameless villain, Feng Rushan, wait a minute, we will kill him. ”

Ambushes, sneak attacks, beating stuffy sticks, smashing black bricks, Feng Rushan is also a good hand, and Murong Xuefei does not object, but it is against the enemy, stabbing a friend from behind, this kind of person, Murong Xuefei doesn't like it very much.