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The little monk shook his head and said, "The little monk has a low status and is not qualified to see that guest." These days, he has been living in the temple and has never shown his face, and no one except my ancestor knows his identity and origin. ”

Diao Xiaosi was stunned, thinking to himself that it could be that the old thief of Dongding was bald and lonely, and he couldn't bear to steal his second wife? He continued to ask: "Where is Liu Zhihao, the chief dart head of the Longmen Dart Bureau, locked up by you?"

Although the cultivation of the little monk Daoming is not high, he is very smart, and he knows that since the other party has the courage to break into the White Horse Temple at night, open his mouth and close his mouth "Dongding old thief bald", he will never care about slaughtering himself casually, and the only chance is to answer the question, so he said honestly: "I heard that he was imprisoned in the firewood room, and I don't know if it is true or not." ”

Diao Xiaosi smiled and said, "It's better to be true, otherwise you'll be terrible." With that, he took out the Youquan short knife and dug a big pit in the ground with three strikes and five divisions.

The little monk of Daoming was shocked: "You, don't kill me, what do you still want to know? ”

Diao Xiaosi said slowly: "Don't be afraid, I'll just bury you, the remaining air inside is enough for you to last for two hours." If Lao Tzu doesn't have anything to do, he will come back and let you go. What if I can't come back......"

He looked at the little monk Daoming with a grin, and silence was better than sound at this time.

The little monk Daoming thought of the tragic situation of being suffocated to death in the pit, his face turned pale, and said: "I, I may be mistaken, Mr. Liu's dart head is not locked in the firewood room. He...... It seems to be imprisoned in the Qiyun Tower. ”

"Am I not mistaken?" Diao Xiaosi raised his eyes to look at the Qiyun Pagoda standing in the dark night, and saw that it was more than 100 feet high on the top and bottom of the thirteen floors, like a sharp sword pointing at the night sky.

The little monk Daoming hurriedly swore and swore an oath: "I will never be mistaken, I sent Mr. Liu's three meals a day." ”

Diao Xiaosi knocked on the door of his bare head and scolded: "Then you still don't tell me how many floors Mr. Liu's dart head is locked up, do you have to find Lao Tzu layer by layer?"

The little monk Daoming didn't dare to speak up when he was in pain, and said with a sad face: "I am only responsible for sending the lunch box outside the tower, and my own uncle who guards the tower is sent into the tower." ”

Diao Xiaosi didn't dare to lie to himself anymore, and snorted, "How many guards are there in the tower?"

The little monk replied, "I heard that there are no guards in the tower, only my ancestor lives on the top floor of the Qiyun Tower. ”

Diao Xiaosi was taken aback, and looked at the little monk Daoming with a smile: "I heard again this time?"

"Monks don't speak!" "The little monk Daoming said urgently: "It was Uncle Jianbing who told me in private, there is a very powerful magic circle forbidden by the master in the tower, so there is no need for people to guard it at all." ”

"Pancakes?" Diao Xiaosi scolded disapprovingly: "What kind of messy law name, could it be that he is reincarnated as a starving ghost?"

He was originally muttering in his heart, whether to risk sneaking into the Qiyun Tower to save people. After all, the cultivation of the old thief in Dongding is only slightly inferior to that of the old father of Dragon City, and he must still be above that dead ghost Lang Xianping, and it is enough to clean up himself with one finger.

But as soon as he heard that the little monk Daoming said that there were no guards in Qiyun Tower, he suddenly came to his senses again.

When it comes to fighting, he is definitely not the opponent of Master Dongding. can be replaced with the technique of Qimen Dunjia, and the old monk can't catch up with him even if he lends the Thousands of Miles of Smoke Cloud Beast to the old monk.

Thinking of this, he patted the cheek of the little monk Daoming and said, "Good, sleep here for a while." The strength of his fingertips revealed that he fainted the little monk, and then randomly took some bushes and vines to cover it.

He withdrew from the White Horse Temple from the original way, came to the outside of the Qiyun Pagoda, stretched his spiritual sense to carefully investigate the surrounding movements, and sure enough, he found that there were eight second-generation disciples of the Ci'en Temple outside the tower.

The cultivation of these second-generation disciples should be on par with that of Monk Jianyong, Diao Xiaosi quietly threw out an invisibility talisman, and his figure disappeared out of thin air.

Just as he was about to sneak into Qiyun Tower, he suddenly saw a middle-aged man coming out of the tower. This person was dressed in civilian clothes, without a servant to follow, and his appearance was vaguely similar to Wang Shichong.

Diao Xiaosi was stunned, and he couldn't guess which of the five tiger generals of the Wangmen was this guy for a while. I saw him bow slightly to the two middle-aged monks guarding outside the tower gate, and then slowly left.

Diao Xiaosi and the other middle-aged man walked away, and slipped into the tower with a gentle swing, and the monks guarding outside the gate of Qiyun Pagoda were unaware.

However, at the moment when he sneaked into the Qiyun Tower, a slender figure suddenly chased after the middle-aged man who had just walked out of the tower in the dark corner in the distance.

Similarly, she didn't see Diao Xiaosi, who was covered by the invisibility talisman, and her mind was locked on the middle-aged man in front of her, and she followed him away from the White Horse Temple.

The wilderness outside the White Horse Temple was pitch black, and a horse-drawn carriage was quietly parked on the side of the road. The middle-aged man sat down in the car, the coachman gently shook the whip, the wheels gurgled and turned, and slowly drove towards Luoyang City.

The girl followed the carriage not far away, and before she knew it, she was getting farther and farther away from the White Horse Temple.

Suddenly, she froze her delicate body in the ridge on the side of the road, and a cold light flashed in her eyes and said, "Get out!"

As soon as the words fell, Sasha walked out of the sorghum field with a soft voice and surrounded the girl in the center.

Staring at the veil on the girl's face, the middle-aged man led by him asked in a low voice in a stiff official voice, "Who are you, why are you secretly following the prince of Chu?"

The masked girl didn't say a word, and suddenly swallowed out two bundles of Magpie Bridge Immortal Ni from her sleeve, one like a coiling dragon flying in an instant to attack the other three black-clothed people, and the other straight as a blade stabbed into the middle-aged man's heart.

"Baga!" the middle-aged man cursed in a low voice, and pulled out the narrow magic knife that was slanted behind his back to slash the Queqiao Xianni.

The two sides seem to have their own taboos, fighting silently in the sorghum fields, and the swords and swords are like a storm and dangerous and abnormal.

The middle-aged man in Fusang, led by him, is extremely strong in cultivation, and he is only one line away from being promoted to the realm of forgetfulness. The other three two men and one woman are also not weak, and the worst middle-aged woman is also at the peak of the Secluded Realm.

But just like that, the four masters of the Demon Gate joined forces to besiege it, and the masked girl still did not fall behind.

Her cultivation has reached the realm of forgetfulness, and the Queqiao Xianni in her hand is suddenly as light as a red feather and suddenly weighs more than 10,000 jun, and suddenly it is as soft as water and suddenly as sharp as electricity, flying up and down around the four Fusang masters, as if they are not besieging the masked girl, but the other party is surrounding each other.

Seeing that the battle situation was stalemate, the middle-aged man of Fusang, who was the leader, couldn't hide his tracks, and let out a low whistle to greet his companions. The moves of the four people changed drastically, and they displayed the superior mastery of the "Great Demon Book", forming a knife formation that approached step by step without giving the masked girl room to move.

The Great Magic Book is divided into nine chapters: "Emptiness", "Sun", "Secret", "Moon", "Illusion", "Star", "Hidden", "Chen", and "None". Except for the last volume of the "wordless scroll" at the bottom of the box, the other volumes all record the top mastery of the Demon Gate with a minimum of a dozen or dozens of kinds.

Among these top-level magic skills, there are four kinds of ancient wonders in each volume, which are combined into the "Thirty-two Absolute Great Demons".

Now these four masters of the Fusang Demon Gate have displayed the four magic skills that have been lost for 800 years in the "Thirty-two Uniques of the Great Demon", "The Sun and the Moon Shine Together", "The Thousand Moons and the Remnant Snow", "The Great Sky Aurora" and "Nine Heavens and Ten Days".

The masked girl was in danger, and the Queqiao Xianni slowly shrank in front of her and held the door steadily, no matter how violent and fierce the attack of the four Fusang Demon Gate masters was, she could never break through her defense.

Suddenly, there was a long howl in the dark night, and the four Fusang Demon Gate masters retreated in unison when they heard the sound, shouting, "Dharma King!"

A man in black with a small head and an ordinary appearance slowly stepped out of the shadows, followed by four flower-like Fusang girls, who were none other than the four killers of the Moon Dharma King and the "Moon Black Wind High".

The masked girl was startled, silently on guard, staring at the King of the Moon without speaking.

King Eryue glanced at her coldly, turned to the middle-aged man who was the leader, and said, "Koizumi-kun, you have lost the face of your sect. Four people, it took more than a hundred rounds to kill a little girl, and even the thirty-two absolute demons have been used, rice bucket!"

"Yes!" Koizumi was quite unconvinced, but he didn't dare to fight back because of the authority and cultivation of the King of Eryue, and bowed his head and apologized: "My subordinates are incompetent, please give me another chance!"

The corners of the Eryue Dharma King's lips turned up, and he sneered, "Okay, I'll give you a chance." ”

Koizumi was in good spirits and just wanted to speak, but the cold light flashed in front of him, and his chest was cold and numb.

He was stunned for a moment, and saw that red blood slowly oozed from his chest, and the other three companions were also silently lowered to the ground by the moon and the wind, and died.

He couldn't help but look at the King of Eryue in amazement and said, "What are you doing?"

Without replying, King Eryue wiped the blood from the magic knife with a silk handkerchief and inserted it into a long, thin black sheath.

Koizumi's body shook, and he fell forward straight, convulsed twice on the ground and never moved again.

King Eryue turned his head to look at the masked girl with a look of surprise in her eyes and said, "They are the most loyal lackeys of Matsushima. ”

The masked girl still didn't let her guard down, and asked coldly, "Is this just the reason?"

King Eryue smiled slightly, like a loyal middle-aged uncle next door, and said, "Please say hello to Diao Sang on my behalf." ”

The masked girl's eyes dimmed slightly, and she quickly regained her clarity and calmness, and said, "I haven't seen him for a long time." ”

"Oh?" King Eryue was a little surprised, shook his head and said, "With your strength alone, you can't kill Wang Shichong." ”

The masked girl said, "I'm not alone. ”

King Eryue said, "No matter what happens between you and Diao Sang, if you have the opportunity to see him, please say hello on my behalf." ”

The masked girl was silent for a moment, bowed her head slightly, and asked, "Is the empty space okay?"

There was a touch of tenderness on the face of the Venerable Moon King, and he replied, "She is very good, she should be by Li Jing's side at this moment." ”

At this time, the moon was dark and the wind was high enough to skillfully clean up the scene, leaving no traces.

King Eryue bowed slightly to the masked girl and said, "Your Highness, there will be a period later." He quietly left with the four concubines.

The masked girl stared at the back of King Doyue, standing alone in the vast fields, feeling the cool night breeze on her cheeks, and suddenly a trace of sadness rose from the bottom of her heart.

Far away, alone, lonely! God, almost overnight, took back all that he had given himself. Now, what else can a princess of a dead country ask for?