"Hey, hey!"

With a long laugh, two small, identical monks walked out separately.

The two of them are also dressed in black, with a pair of green eyes, walking posture is the same, and three hairs on the top of their smooth heads are unusually conspicuous.

In the sunlight, a faint smell of corpses emanated from the body.

It made obvious disgust appear on the cheeks of many Jindan monks, and a look of disdain flashed in their eyes.

Demon Cultivator! Lin Fan was stunned in his heart.

The two demon cultivators who came to Lin Fan's side ignored everyone's disdainful gaze, and their two pairs of turquoise pupils stared at the "Falling Moon" sword.

The two of them each stretched out a dry and bone-like palm in the wide black robe and grabbed the sword in Lin Fan's hand.

Lin Fan lightly dodged the grabbed hands, and said with a slightly angry face: "What do you mean by the two seniors?"

The two of them smiled at the same time, and said with a gleam in their green eyes: "The two of us are the elders of the Overseas Soul Refining Sect, Du Xuan, Du Sheng, no matter what they have been doing since childhood, they are like one person, killing people together, enjoying pleasure together, and even finding a woman is on the same bed!"

"Chatter! Now that this great opportunity is in front of us, of course the two of us will shoot together, why can't you be willing?".

Du Xuan, the corners of Du Sheng's mouths were lightly raised, and their faces showed bloodthirsty hideousness.

Ji Wuwu's footsteps moved slightly, standing side by side with Lin Fan, and a murderous aura came out under the silver mask.

Lin Fan, who was on the side, gave Ji Wuwu a reassuring look, threw the "Falling Moon" sword in his hand at the two of them, and said, "In this case, why not!"

The sword fell smoothly into the hands of the two men in the air.

The two bony palms each hold the ends of the "Falling Moon" sword.

Du Xuan, Du Sheng and Du Sheng's green pupils looked at each other and smiled, their faces were solemn, and they whispered quickly in their mouths.

Under the scorching sun, with the whispers of the two, a gust of wind was set off on the flat ground, and a faint death air shrouded the top of the two of them like black smoke.

Whispering faster and faster, like the wailing of evil spirits.

Looking at the changes in front of them, everyone held their breath, after all, no one knew what method the demon cultivator would use to pull out the "Falling Moon" sword.

After a few breaths, the dead breath became more and more intense, and the pungent fishy stench made the onlookers take a few steps back unconsciously.

Lin Fan's eyes narrowed slightly, such a strange scene aroused his curiosity.

"Giggles"

In the black smoke, there were a few children's shrill laughter, Du Xuan, Du Sheng's faces were bruised, the muscles on his cheeks twisted, and his mouth seemed to roar like a beast.

"Wave"

There was a soft sound, like a bubble being punctured, and at the center of the two eyebrows, a green finger gently stretched out.

The fingers were green, some baby fat, and a wisp of bright red blood dripped from the hole in the center of the eyebrows of the two.

"Ahh

Their whole bodies trembled, their bodies bent, and their faces were red, like spasms after extreme excitement.

A pair of turquoise pupils reflected a baby with a wicked smile on its face.

"All things have spirits, their lives are souls, nine ghosts and one baby, and the name eats souls!"

The two of them spoke, and a mouthful of essence blood sprayed on the scabbard of the "Falling Moon", and at the same time raised his other arm, his bone-like fingers, and pointed at the "Falling Moon" sword and said, "Soul Eater!"

On the broken eyebrows, the green baby fingers shot out a green silk thread.

The silk thread was silent, but it made all the monks feel turbulent, and their heads were swollen, and there was a feeling that their souls were being pumped out.

The onlookers Jindan monk's face changed greatly, his eyes were full of fear, and he hurriedly withdrew more than ten steps.

The two turquoise silk threads extinguished Du in an instant, and Du Sheng's two sword-holding palms were wrapped around the two ends of the "Falling Moon" sword.

Two breaths that could kill the souls under the golden pill suddenly exploded.

The two turquoise silk threads suddenly tightened, and with the pull of the silk threads, Du Xuan, Du Sheng Zhenyuan agitated, and the bone-like arms were pulled apart with all their might.

"Zheng"

With a slight sound, the "Falling Moon" sword seemed to be about to be pulled apart, and there was a slight gap between the hilt and the scabbard.

This change shocked the onlookers in their hearts, after all, no one wanted anyone to draw the "Falling Moon" sword except themselves.

On the contrary, Du Xuan and Du Sheng, at this time, the hideous faces of the two appeared with endless joy, and the whispers in their mouths were connected, as if they were eagerly urging the baby who showed his fingers in the sea of knowledge.

"Giggles"

A few dissatisfied baby laughter sounded, and the silk threads like spider silk gradually grew thicker, and the straight silk threads kept shaking in the air, making a roar that tore through the air.

Seeing the obvious fine lines on the hilt and scabbard, Du Sheng, Du Sheng and the two looked at each other, stretched out a finger and pointed at the floating silk thread.

Where the fingertips touched the silk threads, the bone-like fingers were cut with blood.

The blood of the two Yin Hong dripped down the silk thread, and the blood that had just gushed out was instantly swallowed up by the turquoise silk thread.

The "gurgling" blood-sucking sound came out in the sea of knowledge of the two, the plump cheeks of the two quickly dried up, and one of the only three strands of hair withered and fell off.

"Open!"

A thunderous roar rang out from the mouths of the two of them, and the "Falling Moon" sword was finally pulled open by a small gap.

In the eyes of many monks, a wisp of rainbow smoke floated out along the gap that was opened.

If anyone were careful, they would have noticed the baby reflected in the pupils of the two, whose face was frightened at this time, and whose turquoise cheeks trembled wildly.

The silk threads wrapped around the "Falling Moon" sword quickly spread out, as if they wanted to escape at high speed.

Yin Hong's smoke, which seemed to be wandering slowly, suddenly split into two tiny lines of smoke like discovering a treasure, instantly winding around the turquoise silk thread that wanted to escape.

The seemingly harmless smoke touched the silk thread, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, violently devouring the silk thread around its back.

Du Xuan, Du Sheng and the two were stunned by the sudden change in front of them, and the baby's miserable howl sounded in the sea of consciousness at this time.

The sound was so loud that it made all the monks present creepy.

Yin Hong's smoke emerged with long sharp thorns, which pierced deeply into the entwined silk threads.

Visible to the naked eye, a trace of turquoise smoke was extracted and dissolved into the scarlet smoke, and in just a few breaths, the subtle smoke actually had a tendency to grow.

The baby in the eyes of the two of them looked a little sluggish at this time, as if he was seriously injured.

The fingers that poked out the center of his eyebrows quickly lost weight in the eyes of everyone.

"Ahh

Du Annihilation, Du Sheng and the two screamed at the same time, the ghost baby in the sea of consciousness was already dissolved with his own divine sense, and the ghost baby was swallowed, as if devouring his divine sense.

The two people, whose faces were as pale as paper, slashed at the smoke in their mouths with one hand.

With a flash of the hand knife, the smoke passed through, and the smoke that was dispersed seemed to be provoked.

More smoke poured out through the cracks in the scabbard, turning into two rainbows that shot at the center of their eyebrows.

The two of them, who were already seriously injured, actually stiffened their bodies at this time, their eyes were in a daze, and a strange smile appeared on their cheeks as they looked at the flying smoke, like sluggish puppets.

A treacherous change made the onlookers retreat dozens of steps again, and the turquoise silk thread gave everyone the feeling that it was only a little dangerous, but the smoke in front of them was full of deadly aura.

As soon as the retreating people were retreating, they had to retreat again, looking at the smoke with a pair of eyes vigilantly, and their tense bodies were ready to flee at any time.

In the welcome pavilion, Wu Changkong's father and son each stood in an inconspicuous corner, chuckling at the corners of their mouths, looking at the jokes.

The consequences of pulling out the "Falling Moon" sword, Wu Changkong's father and son were extremely clear, but they didn't remind anyone present.

If someone can really pull out this sword, they will be dead on the spot, and then all grievances will be counted on Lin Fan's head, this is the picture they want to see.

When the scarlet smoke resisted the hole in the eyebrows of Du Xuan and Du Sheng, a white palm gently grasped the floating "Falling Moon" sword.

The corners of his mouth curved into an arc, his pupils were as calm as water, and he whispered, "Return!"

The smoke like a sword trembled, and it obediently retreated into the "Falling Moon" sword, and the long sword that slightly exposed the gap automatically closed.

Looking at Lin Fan, who was extremely calm, everyone present smiled bitterly in their hearts, it seemed that they were too greedy, and the "Falling Moon" sword that Lin Luochen left to Lin Fan could not allow others to easily peep.

The deadly smoke is probably one of them.

"Which other senior stepped forward to draw his sword?".

Lin Fan's body was straight, and his eyes were shining.

In the square of the Welcome Pavilion, there was a dead silence, and the crowd that had just gathered many monks quickly dispersed.

No one stepped forward, and no one mentioned the spirit stones paid.

The foundation monk on the first floor of the Welcome Pavilion was even more unresponsive.

A long laugh only came out of Lin Fan's mouth, he turned around gorgeously, and walked down the mountain side by side with Ji Wuwu.