White bones paved the ground, and black shadows swirled.

The yellow-clothed monk held a flying sword in his hand, and cold sweat flowed frequently. It was only then that he realized that he had fallen into a Jedi that was about to fall. For a moment, he began to regret his decision at that time. Because of the greed of the moment, he is in an extremely dangerous situation. It's just that it's too late to regret at this time, and he has to try his best to parry the attack of the barbarian woman.

The barbarian woman's strength was not high before her death, and she was even worse than before after becoming a walking corpse. It's just that, as a walking corpse, she doesn't know about pain at all, and naturally she doesn't care about the damage to her body. Attacking everything that has the breath of life is her only instinct. However, as the only physical assault weapon in Bone Tallinn, she must be protected by mysterious powers. Therefore, when fighting the Yellow Friar, her body is completely manipulated by mysterious forces.

"Bang!"

The yellow-clothed monk's flying sword was released two feet away, chasing after the retreating barbarian woman. Unbeknownst to him, the other party suddenly turned around, crossed the flying sword at an extremely fast speed, and kicked him in the chest. Originally, he could have avoided such a speed. However, it was only because he had fought with the soul for too long before, and his physical strength, mana, divine sense, and divine intelligence were all consumed too much, which caused the speed of his body to be greatly weakened, so he did not avoid this simple blow.

Although the strength of the barbarian woman's kick is not very powerful. But the yellow-clothed monk was still shocked in his heart. At this point, he was tempted to sit down and breathe, but the next attack of the barbarian woman was already approaching. In a panic, he could only grab the flying sword to block. It's just that the barbarian woman's attacks are getting faster and faster. The yellow-clothed monk could only rely on the remaining breath to make a simple defense. By the end of the hour, he was covered in bruises.

As the grapple continued, the Friar couldn't hold out for long. The fingers of his right hand were already shaking. In the next moment, I am afraid that even the sword will fly away. Blood blurred his eyes, and messy strands of hair obscured his vision. At this point, he felt as if he was alone and helpless in the darkness of eternal night. He wanted to tear through this endless darkness, and he longed for the appearance of a bright moon, even a little light. Just when he was confused and didn't know the end of the day, a scene of martial arts training in his youth suddenly appeared in his mind.

In the autumn mountain woods where the bright moon hangs, a young man in rough clothes is wielding a three-foot dead branch, practicing swordsmanship diligently. A white-haired old man next to him stood with a frown. It can be seen that the young man has been very attentive, but he still can't meet the expectations of the old man's heart. The young man was anxious, but helpless.

"That's it. You have been practicing this Spirit Moon Triple Shadow for more than a month, but you have never been able to comprehend the true meaning. It seems that the fate of you and I as master and apprentice has ended. ”

The white-haired old man shook his head and sighed slightly, and then took a vertical leap and disappeared without a trace. The rough-clothed boy cried loudly, chased the direction the white-haired old man left, and ran for more than ten miles before he gradually accepted the reality.

This young man is the yellow-clothed monk at this time. Although after stepping into the path of cultivating immortals, he had long disdained worldly martial arts. But the white-haired old man back then has always been the person he respects the most in his heart.

"Master once said that this Spirit Moon Triple Shadow must use the moonlight to exert the supreme power of the sword move. At that time, I naively thought that by practicing swords in the moonlight, I would be able to perform this master's mastery. Now that I think about it, I was so ignorant. It turned out that the moonlight that Master was talking about was actually the spiritual light from the bottom of his heart. It is only with the help of this aura that the triple shadow of the long sword can be seen. And this spiritual light is the crescent moon that tears through the night. It represents both a ray of life and a ray of light that rushes to the sky. ”

The yellow-clothed monk realized in his heart instantly, and his hand holding the flying sword slowly grasped it.

"The spirit moon is now, and the sky and shadow are changing three times!"

The yellow-clothed monk let out a soft shout, and the flying sword instantly slashed a semicircle in front of him. The trajectory of the sword gradually turned into a crescent moon in his eyes. Through the lunar-shaped trail, he saw three not-so-bright moon shadows.

But!

That's enough!

The yellow-clothed monk jerked the moon shadow towards the brute woman. In an instant, the flying sword slashed out three rays of brilliance, and hit the barbarian woman at the same time. The barbarian woman immediately shook for a moment, and then her body suddenly exploded.

Pieces of red clothes were wrapped in flesh and blood, and they instantly flew in all directions. After the yellow-clothed monk sent a move to the Lingyue Triple Shadow, he no longer had the strength to support it. He let his flesh and blood splash all over his body, and he couldn't dodge it in the slightest. The three rays of light drawn by the flying sword just now were not very amazing in appearance. But this sword technique is really composed of seven hundred and thirty-two swords. The yellow-clothed monk drew more than seven hundred swords in an instant, and his physical strength had long been exhausted.

The yellow-clothed monk fell to the ground like a bloody man, and fainted. Before he fainted, he tried to release a soul artifact to protect himself. But after all, because the mana was not continued, it was not released. At this time, his soul had no defense, and could only let the soul attack pour into the sea of knowledge.

Although he was fainting, the yellow-clothed monk still kept changing his expression with the attack of the spirit. Joy, sadness, despair, envy, pain, etc., all kinds of expressions changed on his face one by one. His body also writhed according to his expression. Because there are too many souls, the spiritual phantom pressure attack is too huge. It didn't take long for the yellow-clothed monk to show signs of sluggishness and stiffness.

"It's now!"

A low cry was heard not far away. Immediately afterwards, Bai Yitong, who was wearing light armor, suddenly appeared beside the yellow-clothed monk. Bai Yitong took down the yellow-clothed monk's storage bag at an extremely fast speed, and then casually shot a few heart clearing techniques at him. He controlled the effect of the Mind Purification Technique, so that the Yellow Monk would not be overwhelmed by the Phantom Pressure attack, and would not completely sober him.

I don't know what kind of illusion the Yellow Friar is in. On the way to the Blood Pool Cave, he actually followed behind Bai Yizhi very humbly. Seeing him like this, Bai Yitong was also happy to do anything else, but took him to slowly approach the gate of the Blood Pool Cave. At the same time, Bai Yitong also released his divine sense, always paying attention to his expression. As soon as the Yellow Friar behaves unusually, he will react immediately.

When returning to Tallinn, Bai Yitong persuaded Lu Bingyao to stay in the Blood Pool Cave and wait. The reason why he didn't let Lu Bingyao go with him was because Lu Bingyao didn't have any defenses in front of the soul. She came back with her, which only added to the burden. Second, when he returned to Tallinn this time, he had to replace the armor on the Eternal Flower. Otherwise, when taking her back to the Blood Pool Cave, Lu Bingyao would inevitably see something strange from the two similar pieces of armor.

Bai Yitong searched all the storage bags on his body, and finally found a set of purple clothes from the barbarian woman's storage bag. After changing the clothes of the eternal flower Jia Ying, Bai Yitong's eyes couldn't help but light up. Although Jia Ying, who is dressed in armor, is also very beautiful, but in the end, it is women's clothing that really sets off her beautiful appearance.

"Well...... What's missing?"

Bai Yitong circled around Jia Ying, and finally found an antique bamboo flute from the barbarian woman's storage bag and placed it on her waist.

Everything was cleaned up, and Bai Yitong communicated with Jia Ying's mind again. Then he cast a heart purification technique on himself, and stepped into the gate of the Blood Pool Cave. When he entered the gate, the yellow-robed monk followed him. It was only the moment the yellowfriar entered the gate that an invisible mysterious power poured into his brain. While the yellow-clothed monk was hidden in the gate, a bloody light suddenly flashed through the Baizhang gate. Jia Ying was the last to enter the door, but she looked cold.

The Flower of Eternal Hades stepped through the door, unresponsive.

Entering the Blood Pool Cave, Bai Yitong met Lu Bingyao. He briefly informed the other party of the changes that had taken place in Bone Tallinn and the situation of the Yellow Friar. In the end, he introduced Jia Ying in the name of a chance encounter. Of course, in his introduction, Jia Ying is a cold-faced, taciturn spiritual monk. Although Lu Bingyao frowned, she didn't say anything.

A moment later, the yellow-clothed monk appeared in front of Lu Bingyao and the others like a bloody man. Although Bai Yitong had already told her about it, the moment she saw the yellow-clothed monk at first glance, she couldn't help but vomit on the ground. Then Jia Ying appeared, and she got a little better. However, from then on, her eyes never looked at the yellow-clothed monk again.

Jia Ying really looked cold and silent. Since she appeared, she has stood behind Bai Yitong without saying a word. Lu Bingyao wanted to step forward to speak several times, but was forced to retreat by the expressionless appearance of the other party.

Since the yellow-clothed monk entered the Blood Pool Cave, he has gradually lost his humility. Seeing this, Bai Yitong couldn't help but blame himself for not thinking it through. He had originally planned to use the spiritual pressure of the soul to control the yellow-clothed monk for his own use. But as soon as he was careless, he actually forgot that there was no soul in this blood pool cave.

"Without the spirit to continue to pressurize, he will soon be sober!"

Bai Yitong let out a loud shout and motioned to Lu Bingyao to retreat.

At the sound of footsteps, the yellow-clothed monk's eyes gradually cleared. However, it was then replaced by blood red. He looked at the three people who were running towards the path, and a sense of murderous intent clouded his heart. Although he had just gone through a big battle not long ago, he was not tired at all for some reason. At this time, in his heart, killing intent replaced everything. And in his eyes, there was also a bloody scene all around. He only felt that he lived to kill. Only by killing can you satisfy your empty heart.

Kill!

Kill everything!

Bai Yitong and the three escaped on the path. The yellow-clothed monk was holding a sword alone, and his body was covered in blood. Where he walked, he left a trail of blood.

"Why is the flesh so solemn?"

Lu Bingyao ran away quickly, and after smelling the blood qi emitted by the yellow-clothed monk, she felt nauseous again.

"I guess it must have something to do with that hundred zhang gate! You go first, I'll get his attention!"

Bai Yitong's delicate mind worked, and he instantly sorted out his thoughts. At that moment, he immediately greeted the yellow-clothed monk.

Let me say something: Hehe, is it too long to write about Badwater Swamp?