There were probably more than 100 monks who came.

The monk kept coming this way.

The scattered cultivators have long since left, these monks are all disciples of the sect, these monks looked over here, one of them was a man with a red face and a bare beard, looking at the place where Ye Baizhan was over there, his eyes slowly narrowed and said: "If you weren't injured just now, then I might not be able to kill you, but now... That's when I became famous. ”

The man said, his eyes looking a little wary.

He is a monk of the Lingtian Wonderful Dao, and the monk who came over there is a monk of the Taishang Dao, when he was summoned by those people, those people said that Ye Bai had been beaten to death, and he was no longer able to use a sword, and when they looked at it from a distance, it seemed that this was really the case.

The man looked that way.

A woman raised her head slightly at this moment, her eyes flashed a hint of banter, the corners of her mouth opened to that side, and she said with her mouth: "I will kill him before you." ”

The woman said, then looked back at her disciples in the distance and said, "Don't think you can get the Immortal Fruit. But I can give you a fruit of longevity. ”

That's all I have to say.

The eyes of these disciples have changed into a color, into a bloodthirsty color, and the light of the spiritual method of the brush is constantly shaking, one sword after another, one weapon after another, shaking... It's like a white light.

A blood-red murderous aura continued to emerge from this woman's body.

Her body was fast, chasing after Ye Bai, Taishang forgot her feelings, not only a monk who practiced Taishang Dao, but also a monk who practiced other exercises.

And this woman's practice is another practice of the Taishang Dao.

"Blood Kill"

This is not like the exercises of the Taishang Dao, but more like the exercises of the Demon Dao, but this exercise is the existence of the Taishang Dao's Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and there are many things in this Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, but when this woman entered this Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, she saw this exercise.

So I practiced.

She didn't think she was going to be weaker than anyone else.

But sometimes talent can really take a toll on a person's pride.

That's what she is.

But every monk has the pride of every monk.

She thinks she's a lot more powerful now than she was when she first started, and she needs a platform, a platform where she can show herself to the fullest.

And he now regards Ye Bai as such a platform.

If she can kill this Ye Bai now, then it means that he is stronger than Ye Bai...

For her, being stronger than Ye Bai is nothing... ．

She didn't just want to be stronger than Ye Bai.

And it's compared to killing Ye Bai together, and then the people who didn't kill it, if it is strong... In this way, it has become something that can gain fame, and fame seems to be very useless in the sect, but she can use these fame to obtain some greater resources, and resources are the most important things.

She has already regarded Ye Bai as her stepping stone.

The corners of her mouth couldn't help but laugh as she thought about it.

The whole person was smiling.

Because she laughed.

So her figure is also more agile.

Like a blood-colored light.

Crossed the yellow sand.

A blood-colored knife in his finger slashed down towards Ye Bai, and the man with a flushed face was a little unwilling.

I can only keep urging those people to harness this spiritual method and go towards that side faster.

Moment.

But he stopped.

He looked at a very old turtle back in his arms.

Now the entire back of this turtle's back is cracked, and there is a faint handwriting on it, which can be seen clearly, but... Seems embarrassed.

This turtle's back is from a cemetery.

It is said that it can make the difference between life and death.

He had always thought it was a false thing, but now he was a little confused.

I'm afraid it's not because of life and death.

How powerful can that scholar be?

His thoughts changed quickly.

He thought he had missed an opportunity, which was why the turtle's back began to crack.

This is an opportunity to kill Ye Bai once.

But he still couldn't help but hesitate.

The blood-colored long knife was not demonic on it.

It's an incomparably tyrannical aura.

At this moment and the void is lifted.

Emit..... Buzz, buzz, buzz sound.

The knife burst through the air, bringing blood light.

The knife touched the grit.

The grit turned into powder in an instant............

The knife fell.

The woman thought that the zombies on this side and Wen Qiu on the side would stop her, but when she arrived here, she found that the zombies and Wen Qiu were just looking at them indifferently, and the zombies even kept moving away from there.

This zombie has become a natural enemy-like fear of Ye Bai.

When the demonic energy continued to rise on Ye Bai's body, he kept retreating backwards, and this demonic qi had an extremely restrained effect on this zombie......

The knife fell.

Ye Bai's eyes suddenly opened.

The knife shattered.

The man who had been coming towards him in the distance felt that he was a fool, and he cut off his arm without hesitation, and a wave of spiritual light fluctuated.

In an instant, I disappeared here.

Without hesitation.

Sometimes a little hesitation is to be able to ask for a person's fate, and when this man later became a top great monk, he talked to his disciples about this countless times with pride.

Yes.

At that time.

Ye Bai has already become the top sword immortal in the world, and this may not be this world, but another bigger world.

Being able to escape from Ye Bai's hands, for some great monks, turned out to be a test of ability, and he was proud, at that time, he would continue to give Ye Bai some offerings every year to express his grace of not killing back then.

Of course, that was later, later.

Even now, of course.

He should also be grateful for his decisiveness.

Otherwise he's going to stay here.

He looked back and saw a scene that he would never forget in his life.

Whatever the gore of this scene.

Or this scene.. Uncanny.

Or the previous one who already looked dying, but was still the means of an incomparably powerful man. All of this is worth remembering.

Of course, only if he is alive can he see such a picture.

What a chance for the people on the field to see.

Because they could only see the sword light flickering.

And they lost their lives.

I saw my heart slowly shattering.

I watched myself die.

Maybe when they die, they don't know what they did wrong... ．

The sorrow of the chess piece.

And this red-faced man who survived.

But a lucky man.

I don't know if it's because he has that turtle back or something else.

All in all, he lived.

The scene should be described in detail.

A jet-black sword with blood.

Turned into a ray of light.

The light drifts.

Wandering around these monks.

Every monk is unique.

But every monk is ordinary.

The light floated across a man's neck.

Turned into a moonlight.

The fluttering is even faster.

One by one, the heads of people.

One by one, people died.

A monk slowly turned to dust.

The light was so fast that he could only see a touch of light, an extremely white moonlight, the sword was black, but the light was white.

It's like the brightest moonlight in memory.

The moon should be the color of the moonshine.

The bright moon represents all good wishes.

The bright moon that is constantly shaking at this moment has become a terrifying existence.

The bridge is broken.

So these people are already inseparable.

Maybe it's them... They wanted to leave, but it was too late.

The red-faced man touched himself and broke an arm, he also used the exercises of the Demon Dao, and the Heavenly Demon disintegrated and made a big hair, so he was able to float from the top of the abyss and became the only lucky person here.

But he noticed that the white moonlight was wafting towards him.

He was a little scared.

But did not kneel.

Instead, he said, "I."

The words were not finished.

He heard a voice, which did not seem to be the sound of a person speaking, it seemed that it was just the wind that had saved a person's voice, and then released it under the beautiful moonlight that it was today.

The moonlight carried the words of a light man.

"What do you think the devil is?"

"Inverse. ”

He just said a word about himself.

The whole body was drenched in sweat, he was frightened, he felt the light, shook his neck for a moment, and then... It was fluttering farther away, but he didn't dare to look at it now.

He ran into the distance.

Running fast.

Soon.

He didn't know if it was that one word that saved him, or the rest, but he didn't want to stay here like this.

He didn't dare look back.

.. ．

Wen Qiu was watching silently at the top.

The Soul Breaker kept shaking.

Buzzing....

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