The monks' eyes were fixed on Shiraishi's body, their expressions were jealous, and their bodies seemed to tremble. Shiraishi observed all this out of the corner of his eye, but he didn't make any moves, even though Shiraishi was now curious about what the other party was doing.

Because at this time, in front of the white stone, there were several monks. Even at this time, these monks, one by one, showed an incredible expression, and they became jealous of Baishi. But what Shiraishi had to do next was to kill the monks.

Shiraishi knew very well that killing these cultivators in time was not a strong cultivator, and it would be of great help to him in the future.

Because in the future, when Baishi's cultivation reaches a certain level, what he will have to deal with is the Manshan Ancestor!

Bai Shi's hatred for the ancestor of the Barbarian Mountain has long been unforgettable!

Even with the cover of the Chaos Armor, some blood stains could still be seen on Shiraishi's body. The blood stains were not from his body, but from the monks he had killed. At this time, the smell of blood stimulated his nasal cavity, so that there was already blood oozing out of his eyes, and even there was only one word in his heart - kill!

What Bai Shi wants to kill are all the subordinates of the Barbarian Mountain Master! What he wants to kill is all the people who stand in his way! What he wants to kill are these stupid people who are already hopeless!

So the corner of his eye withdrew from the hundreds of monks and cast himself on the dozens of monks in front of him. The retraction of this gaze does not mean that Shiraishi wants to let them go. It's just that judging from the current situation, the first thing Baishi needs to solve is the crisis of the people in these mining villages. Therefore, he suppressed the curiosity in his heart, and suddenly stepped forward, and the purple electric sword in his hand once again made a violent sound, and stabbed at several monks in front of him.

Although this seems to be a very simple sword. But when the sword struck the elbow, the monks with horror in their eyes in front of the white stone died again under the impact of this violent force, becoming eternal.

The battlefield is often like this, when the weak side is about to lose its support, and at this moment a strong monk suddenly appears. Killing countless people on the other side, in such a situation, they often see the hope of rebirth in despair. So at this moment, it seems that I have forgotten my tiredness, and the strength that has disappeared will be restored in an instant.

The moment Shiraishi appeared, the dozens of people from the mining village saw the appearance of the most sacred person in their hearts. At this moment, Qi Qi let out a deep sigh, raised the sword in his hand, and stabbed at these monks stationed at the entrance of the Sixth Heaven Passage.

Even the momentum, at this moment. The other party has been suppressed. When the other party looked at the monks in the mining village, there was a strong fear in their expressions!

So, in such a situation of being tortured and killed. Some of these monks stationed on the sixth day could no longer control the punishment of the Barbarian Mountain Ancestor, and the thought of fleeing was flooded in their hearts. Not bad, at this moment. If they don't choose to flee, they will die faster!

At the same time, outside the entrance to the passage on this sixth day. Nan Ion's eyes narrowed slightly, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he subconsciously touched his white beard. His expression still looks amiable. At this moment, there was a hint of appreciation in his eyes, and he nodded with satisfaction, and said, "Even in this sixth day passage entrance, there are tens of thousands of monks. But in the face of Baishi's cultivation, there is still no resistance. Now...... The idea of fleeing also arose. ”

Even though it's a long way from the entrance to the passage on the sixth day. But Nanion could still see what was happening at the entrance to the tunnel. He was not shocked by the bloody scene at this time, but seemed extremely calm. It's like a master who has seen through life and death, and like a battle-hardened warrior!

But if you pay attention, there are a few children behind Nanion, although they can't see what is happening inside the entrance of the passage on the sixth day. But as the air echoed, they could hear the sounds of fighting and wailing. There was even a smell of blood. The sound made some of the children tremble slightly, and there was fear in their eyes. But there were a few children who had a glint in their eyes at this time, and this glint looked like a kind of determination, as if they wanted to go to the entrance of the sixth day at once.

At this time, there was a bareback child who walked in front of Nan Ion and said, "Nan Li's grandfather, I smell a smell." "This boy has thick eyebrows and big eyes, and when he looks at it, he will surely be a handsome man when he grows up.

For the children in this mining village, Nan Ion can almost call out their names, and he knows that the child who is talking to him in front of him is called Xuan'er: "Xuan'er, what do you smell?" Nan Ion asked curiously.

This child named Xuan'er, about ten years old, faced Nan Ion's words, his eyes once again oozed the kind of light that should not belong to his age, and said: "What Xuan'er smelled was a burst of blood. ”

Hearing this, Nan Ion touched his white beard again and continued, "Then you didn't hear any sound?"

Xuan'er replied, "Xuan'er heard a fight, heard a wail, like a demon in hell. ”

"Ha Lu Ha. Nan Ion suddenly laughed loudly and continued: "Then Xuan'er, you are not afraid?"

Xuan'er didn't hesitate at all, shook her head decisively, and said, "Xuan'er is not afraid. Xuan'er knew that only cultivation was strong. in order to protect their families. Xuan'er also knew that under this world where the weak eat the strong, if you don't kill the enemy, the enemy will kill you. Xuan'er knew even more, and the moment Xuan'er smelled this smell of blood, she actually had a feeling of blood boiling! Xuan'er knew that this was a desire to fight! So I want to ask Nanli Grandpa to teach Xuan'er to cultivate and let Xuan'er go on the field to kill the enemy!"

Hearing this, Nan Ion's body was suddenly stunned, he knew that Dao Xuan'er was usually a very sensible child, but he rarely spoke. At this moment, he actually said such a word, which made De Nan Ion a little overwhelmed in an instant. From Xuan'er's eyes, he saw a powerful killing, this kind of killing, even if he was a child, even if Nan Ion's cultivation was in the Golden Immortal, he would have a feeling of fear and tremor when he looked at it!

Nan Ion knows very well that if Xuan'er becomes strong in the future, if he takes the wrong path, it will inevitably cause some disasters.

"Xuan'er. Nan Ion sighed lightly and continued, "Grandpa Nan Li promised you that if we step into the sixth day, he will teach you spells. But... You also have to promise Nanli Grandpa one thing. ”

It seems that after Nan Ion agreed to teach him the art of cultivation, in Xuan'er's expectation, he did not show the slightest joy, just nodded and continued to wait for Nan Ion to speak.

"You have to promise Grandpa Nanli, and in the future, you have to listen to Grandpa Nanli's words, we kill people, we kill people who should be killed, and we don't kill innocents indiscriminately. ”

Xuan'er nodded again and said, "Xuan'er must listen to Grandpa Nanli." ”

After speaking, the child named Xuan'er left Nan Ion again and returned to the group of children.

At the same time, in front of the white stone, the monks of the mining village had already lifted their spirits. The momentum overwhelmed the other party, and Bai Shi knew very well that even if he didn't have to interfere at this time, the monks of these mining villages could still deal with the other party's monks. So his body suddenly turned, and his eyes once again fell on the monks who had been waiting to move, but did not dare to move, curious about what they were guarding and hiding. (To be continued......)