Yin Xuesong's face was ugly, and he slowly turned his head to stare at the red-topped sedan chair, and said to the other four sects of the righteous path: "Fellow Daoists, the people in the Demon Sect are rampant, and they dare to hurt my righteous path disciples in the public. Today is really a great time to catch it all in one go, why don't we join forces with the five factions and eliminate the demon defense path?"

Yang Xiao sneered, then knelt down on one knee and bowed to the red-topped sedan chair, "Subordinate Yang Xiao, see the young master!"

"No need to be polite. The voice was crisp and refreshing, and he couldn't distinguish between men and women, young and old, and the young master of the Demon Sect said calmly: "The disciples of the Demon Sect listen to the order!"

"The subordinates are here!"

"The subordinates are here!"

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All the demon monks planted their flags on the ground and knelt on one knee, like saints.

The car curtain was slowly opened by a pair of car curtains by a pair of slender white hands, the young master of the Demon Sect was dressed in a black robe, wearing a golden rakshasa mask, only revealing a pair of clear eyes, his voice was low, and he said slowly: "What should be done with anyone who insults my Demon Sect disciples?"

"Kill!" Huo Ran, a disciple of the Demon Sect, raised his head and shouted in unison, his voice deafening.

Because he was wearing a mask, he couldn't see the expression of the young master of the Demon Sect clearly, so he said again: "Anyone who hurts my Demon Sect disciples, should be dealt with like a song?"

"Kill!" The sound was stronger than the other, if it was only deafening before, then this time it was resounding in the sky, and the faces of the monks of the five sects changed in an instant.

The young master of the Demon Sect laughed loudly, brushed his sleeves and sat back in the carriage, the curtain was slowly closed, "Okay, anyone who offends my Demon Sect disciples will be killed! The Demon Sect listened to the order, and the righteous path was a head, ten taels of gold. ”

The voice of the young master of the Demon Sect was flat, but the scene boiled instantly, and the disciples of the Demon Sect with red knots tied to their arms laughed fiercely and slowly got up.

"Where are the disciples of the five sects?" Yin Xuesong pointed at the sky, "Now that it is the time of life and death for the righteous path, please let your fellow Daoists abandon their selfishness and fight with me." ”

"My monks, what a battle!"

The scene suddenly became hot, and the men and horses on both sides rushed out in an instant, and the soldiers handed over.

Yin Xuesong snorted coldly, dragged the sword and walked away, every time the sword was swung, it would cut off a good head, and Yang Xiao was the same, every time he took a shot, he had the power to tear the righteous path disciple with a sword.

Yang Xiao let out a long laugh, swept up, and crossed in front of Yin Xuesong, and said with a smile: "What kind of ability is it to bully juniors, let's have fun." “

As soon as the words fell, the latter stabbed Yang Xiao's throat with a sword, and the sword qi was pressing, Yang Xiao's smile did not change, his right palm was wrapped in demonic qi, and he dodged and slapped Yin Xuesong's head heavily.

The battle, from the very beginning, entered the most tragic scenario.

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"Tsk, what a battle to kill the rivers and lakes. Bai Qingfeng smiled and clasped his hands together, "Sins and sins." “

"Master, so many people have died, why should they die?" Xiao Shami did not sit on the monk's shoulder this time, but was supported by Bai Qingfeng with one hand, he scratched his little bald head, a pair of big eyes blinked, and looked at his master in confusion.

Bai Qingfeng rubbed Xiao Shami's head, but smiled and didn't speak.

The people at the scene were divided into three groups, a group of righteous monks led by Yin Xuesong, a group of demon sect disciples led by the young master of the Demon Sect, and the other group of people got together in twos and threes, I don't know when, Fu Jingnian, the middle-aged man in the python robe, and Bai Qingfeng and the Poison Flower Mother-in-law got together, only to see the monk laugh again: "It's good to fight, it's better to fight you to the death, Both are defeated, and then the old man will make a profit and enjoy the success, even if he doesn't get the treasure that Xiang Qianren got during his lifetime, it is also excellent to take these dead ghost weapons and sell them, not to mention anything else, just say that the long flute held by the Demon Sect Protector and the sword held by Yin Xuesong, the great elder of the Sword Pavilion, are all rare things in the world, and they should be used as shops, and a thousand taels of gold should be a good idea. ”

Poison Flower Mother-in-law glanced at Bai Qingfeng and sneered: "Monks often say compassion, why are you, a monk, full of nonsense, not afraid of being shameless to the Buddha after death?"

"What is the Buddha?" Bai Qingfeng smiled and said a big rebellious sentence.

"The old man is the Buddha. ”

Fu Jingnian stared at the red-topped sedan chair motionlessly, his eyes blank.

Those eyes are so familiar, so familiar.

This familiarity is not the familiarity between friends and lovers, but the innate familiarity that has passed through the years and the world.

He closed his eyes slightly, banishing the face in his mind with a Rakshasa mask and only pupils exposed.

Fu Jingnian didn't know that the moment he closed his eyes, the car and boat on the red-topped sedan chair were quietly lifted into a corner, and a pair of clear long eyes stared at him quietly through that corner.

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"Kill. Yang Xiao's clothes are in tatters, but the more he fights, the more crazy he becomes.

"Poof"

Blood splattered between the two, and it was another lose-lose situation.

Yang Xiao was full of demonic energy, and the Nine Turns of Demon Skills circulated all over his body, treating his injuries at the first time, while Yin Xuesong directly bombarded the overlord, volleying with a sword, and killing non-stop.

Yang Xiao let out a low roar, exuding an ocean-like demonic aura all over his body.

Yin Xuesong's face was calm, no longer defensive, and the two collided together, fighting to the death.

At that moment, a voice came from the mouth of the passage.

"Item... Thousand... Fathom. The voice was old and insincere, an old monk with white hair was old and faint, dry and thin, his eyes were slightly closed, he walked slowly from outside the passage, and with each step, the ground instantly sunken into a huge round pit.

In the midst of everyone's stunned, the withered old monk stepped straight towards the thunder pool.

I saw him flick his sleeves slightly, and the thunder pool was quiet in an instant, and all the thunder in the hundred miles of heaven dispersed.

"Item... Thousand... Fathom. The withered old monk seemed to come from the underworld to return to the sun, his face was compassionate, and his pace seemed to be not fast, but he went directly to the center of the thunder pool in two steps.

Bai Qingfeng's face, which had never changed his face, changed suddenly, and his breathing became heavy, this person's cultivation was as if the heavens and the earth were as big as boundless.

Fu Jingnian's whole body was stiff, and the coercion brought to him by the withered old monk was invisible and traceless, but at this moment, he actually produced a sense of mayfly facing heaven and earth, and the ravine between the two was like an immortal, such a momentum, he had never had it when he faced the sky.

I saw the withered old monk bend down gently, pick up something from the dirt and put it on his chest, and then return the same way.

The withered old monk's eyes were slightly closed, and he walked out of the passage step by step.

Everyone held their breath and concentrated, and the atmosphere did not come out, and the demon monk was rarely quiet.

When the withered old monk walked to Fu Jingnian's side, he suddenly stopped, and his eyes slowly opened.

This withered old monk didn't see his pupils, and there was only a whites of his eyes.

"You... See....over... He?" The withered old monk's lips opened slightly, and his voice did not come out, first a mouthful of turbid air slowly exhaled like gray smoke, as if he had not spoken for many years, and his voice was obscure and old.

"What?" Fu Jingnian asked in confusion.

The withered old monk asked, then stopped paying attention, closed his eyes, and continued to walk out of the passage.

When Fu Jingnian looked at it again, there was no trace of the old monk with a compassionate face and a dry and emaciated face.