If the words are not speculative, then there is no point in continuing to talk, Mr. Qiu is a nonsense person, he doesn't like to be polite, the reason why he flew up to ask Feng Jiuxiao is just to make him more heartbroken when he kills his eighteen bachelors.

There are many ways to make a person miserable, but the most painful is the mental torment. In addition to killing the person who is closest to and cares about the most, it is to destroy the country that he single-handedly defeated little by little.

Destroying one of the most beloved things is the best punishment for that person.

"If you want to kill them, kill me first. Ming's weak tone proved that Feng Jiuxiao did not have the ability to compete with Mr. Qiu.

As a recluse, Mr. Qiu is not well known to everyone, and the disciples of the younger generation do not know what this child does. Many young people are speculating, guessing who this kid is, why he has such a big breath, and why Feng Jiuxiao is showing weakness.

Among them, including Huan Wen.

When Wu Qiutian was in danger, Huan Wen didn't make a move, not only because he came with the elders of the sect, but also because he didn't want to do it at all.

After the empowerment of the flying ants, Huan Wen's temperament changed greatly after he came out of Yun Mengze, and he was no longer the amorous Huan Wen. A woman beside him wanted to leave, but he tightly held her arm.

The woman is Su Qiqi, Su Qiqi, who received Wu Qiutian's advice before the last separation.

"What the hell is this person, what is the origin of the novel "One", "Ben", "Reading", and "Reading"? ”

"This kid's cultivation is not low, at a young age, who is such a cultivator?"

Some people speculate, and some people explain, whether it is to say it to the people around you who don't understand it or to their own junior disciples, it can be regarded as someone who has solved their doubts.

"Entering the Heavenly Stage, Avoiding the World and Thunderstorm, is Yuelu Academy going to come out again to make trouble in the wind and rain?" A middle-aged scribe sat on a chair, his legs drooping on the back of the chair, and muttered to himself with a folding fan in his hand.

If Wu Qiutian looked closely, he would definitely find that this person was a middle-aged man who had a relationship with him in Wuling City in Southern Chu, and this person was standing in the clouds at the time, and he called an old farmer an old friend.

While everyone was speculating, Mr. Qiu pounced on the eighteen people including the old man without eyebrows like an eagle swooping on food, and even if he landed on the ground, there were not many people around the eighteen bachelors. Smart people know that these people will still have a fight with Wu Qiutian, just ask, how many people who can be brought by the elders to attend the wedding are not smart people?

The old man with no eyebrows, whose cultivation was second only to Feng Jiuxiao, was scared, and he couldn't see a little bit of true qi fluctuation on Mr. Qiu, who rushed in, and he couldn't see any spiritual power, but he was able to volley into the air.

The eighteen scholars divided seven people, lined up the Big Dipper Seven Star Formation, and combined them into a spoon, ready to fight against Mr. Qiu.

Mr. Qiu stopped abruptly: "Let's use your Eighteen Arhat Formations! The Big Dipper Seven Star Formation is the formation of the Central Plains monks, and it is not suitable for you outsiders. ”

The old man without eyebrows was full of color: "Bold!"

The remaining eleven people joined the formation, reorganized the formation, the eighteen Arhat formation is the thing of the Outer Buddhist, although the Buddhists now occupy a state, but the people of Middle Earth still call the Buddhists the Outer Sect.

This is also one of the reasons why on the Kyushu continent, except for the place where the Buddhism is located, there are very few Buddhist disciples.

Except for Mr. Qiu and other old monsters, few people know the identity of their Buddhist disciples, because Buddhism pays attention to compassion, and few people will associate the eighteen scholars with those disciples of Buddhism who talk about goodness and goodness.

At that time, eighteen people were Arhats in the Venerable Hall of Buddhism, but after the Buddhism occupied a state, they were no longer needed to expand their territory, so they were planned to be enshrined in the Venerable Hall. However, the exercises practiced by the Eighteen Scholars did not allow them to be pure, and in the end they could only betray Buddhism and become homeless lonely ghosts.

has left the Buddha's door, but the incense scar on the head still exists, and the Buddha in their hearts still exists. Under the leadership of Feng Jiuxiao, they fought in the Jiuli Mountain Range, and their bodies were full of anger. After accumulating enough blood, they decided to go into hiding, but there was no going back.

Because Buddhism that pays attention to single-mindedness and goodness will not allow a few people who are full of murder to return to Buddhism, which will cause them to lose their followers.

Uncovering the scars was an unforgivable sin for the Eighteen Scholars, so they set up the Eighteen Arhats Array to deal with Mr. Qiu.

As soon as the formation was completed, Mr. Qiu was in the middle of the formation, and the eighteen bachelors began to rotate rapidly, and the people outside could only see the afterimage left by the rotation of the eighteen scholars, but they could not see Mr. Qiu. First, Mr. Qiu was short in stature, and he came because the speed of rotation was too fast, and no one could see clearly.

Nineteen people have become a pool of blood in a radius of three feet, and no one can tell who is who. Wu Qiutian looked at it and was stunned, Master will be fine, right? This is the first thought in his subconscious.

In addition to the lich, he has one more master, and one more Mr. Qiu, whose real name he still doesn't know and just calls him Master. Gradually, he recognized this master, but not completely, after all, the lich had taken him for twenty years, and Mr. Qiu had only been with him for one year.

Mr. Qiu's face is like water, very calm, Buddhism can stand in a state without falling, and it does have the unique ability of Buddhism. King Kong looked angry, the Bodhisattva lowered his eyebrows, the eighteen Arhats are the eighteen thunder tribulation masters, their attacks are very powerful, and each blow has the power to move mountains and seas.

However, Mr. Qiu is no longer that kind of young man, and the intensity of the attack on this kind is basically negligible.

From time to time, an arm would stretch out from the back of his head, and from time to time, an attack would come from the shadows, and Mr. Qiu could really be said to be as immobile as a mountain.

Those attacks didn't dare to hit him anyway, because once they hit him, he would immediately find a flaw. There are not many others in Yuelu Academy, and there are really a lot of various classics. According to legend, it was the dean who got it, but Mr. Qiu didn't know what the dean looked like, but he just heard from his predecessor that the dean of Yuelu Academy was very likely to be Tian.

The old man without eyebrows frowned slightly, it is not a way to go on like this, none of them dare to make a rash move, once the formation is broken, then there is only death waiting for them. But if you don't attack, if you continue to spin like this, even if they are thunder tribulation powerhouses, there will be a time when the Buddha's power will be exhausted, and if you really get to that step, then the ending will be the same as shooting.

The tentative attack never stopped, and the old man without eyebrows decided to take it personally.

A hand poked out of Mr. Qiu's left rib, with a short blade between his fingers. Mr. Qiu sneered, his left hand was suddenly too high, and at the same time, his right hand shot with lightning speed, and he grabbed that hand at the same time as the blade cut through his clothes.

Feeling that his hands were restrained, the old man without eyebrows was shocked, and he twitched hard twice but didn't pull it out, and there was already cold sweat left on his back.

After a moment of stalemate, Mr. Qiu seemed to have had enough, stretched out his index finger, poked at the top of that hand, and with a casual move, the weapons that fell to the ground flew up one after another, and the target was the eighteen bachelors who had already broken the formation.

A sword flew like a long rainbow through the sun, piercing the throat of the old man without eyebrows, and the sword body carried its own cold air, and before the blood flowed out, it automatically sealed the wound. The sword qi was mixed with the cold qi, instantly destroying all the vitality in the body of the old man without eyebrows. Even the Buddha bone relics that could allow him to be reincarnated and rebuilt have become powder.

The mace danced wildly, and the sharp spikes **** The chests of the two people beside the old man without eyebrows, no matter how the two screamed, the spikes were tightly attached to their bodies. Before long, the mace turned red, and the blood on the two old men had been sucked dry, and they became dried corpses with protruding eyes and bones.

The giant shield was like a flying knife, cutting off the heads of nine people, and blood gushing out for a long time. Mr. Qiu rubbed his hands together and kneaded the nine blood dragons into a strand in the air, grasped them with one hand, and kept absorbing them.

The empty hand waved out with a palm, and the power of one palm directly turned the remaining seven people into powder.

After rubbing it for a long time, there was an extra red and shining pill in his hand, and he threw the pill at Wu Qiutian: "This pill contains countless blood donations, about 100,000 people's natal essence blood. Eat it, it will help you. ”

Wu Qiutian nodded, and was about to eat it, when Mr. Qiu's voice suddenly appeared in his mind: "Don't be in a hurry to eat it, this thing is good for you, but once you can't absorb it, this benefit will become bad." I'm giving you to lure out the old guy hiding in the shadows, and you just have to pretend to eat it. ”

Wu Qiutian refused to listen to Mr. Qiu's words: "Great is death, let the master risk his life, he is already a disciple." What's more, the elders don't dare to resign, if they can lure out the so-called people in the shadows, the disciples can bear it. ”

With such magical powers, everyone had never seen it, Wu Qiutian took the blood pill and swallowed it in one gulp, the thick smell of blood made him nauseous. But in an instant, the lost essence and blood in the body seemed to be all back, and the vigorous vitality emanated, and the tendons and veins of the limbs creaked.

He still underestimated the power of that blood pill, it could be absorbed by the nine Thunder Tribulation masters, and what was contained in their blood was not an ordinary thing.

Although a lot of the energy contained in this thing has been absorbed by these people, the power of participation should not be underestimated. It can be said that with these blood donations, a seriously injured and dying person only needs to drink a drop, and he will immediately be able to live for another few decades. If a healthy person drinks a drop, he will die instantly.

It was too late for Mr. Qiu to stop him, so he had to quickly move to Wu Qiutian's side, and his immature little hands were close to Wu Qiutian's back to guard against accidents that might happen at any time.

The blood and qi were tumbling in the body, and the body was uncomfortably hot, even worse than being burned by Xiao San's samadhi true fire. Suddenly, he stood up, a demonic red light in his eyes, and his bloodthirsty gaze kept scanning the many monks.

After sweeping for a while, he set his eyes on Feng Jiuxiao, and rushed over without thinking about it.