For fear that Luo Jia would not believe it, the returning guests danced and gestured. Luo Jia only nodded lightly and said, "I believe it." ”

Luo Jia sighed: "This person did not show his demonic aura, but he was cautious, but he did not pick up the bristles. This person has no fear, but he is afraid that he is not alone. ”

The matter was urgent, and he immediately sent a message to Qingjian Zhenren, and at the same time went to the competition platform. Guihai Ke was in a hurry to leave, but after learning that the sect was blocked and forbidden to go out, he immediately followed Luo Jia with a shy face.

If it weren't for the fact that his throat was injured and his voice was hoarse and slurred, he would have had to give him a few more compliments, so that Luo Jia could protect him. If it weren't for Liao Mian to save him, he would still be worried about offending the Blue Sprint Sect and the Hundred Flowers Sect and his life would be in danger.

On the competition platform, a white and tender fat man smiled kindly, but he smiled too happily, which made people feel a little sinister. This person said in a loud voice: "Disciple of the Xiaobai Sect in the Lower Middle Domain, Wang Xiaohei." Little-known people, I hope that all of you colleagues and seniors will help you more!"

The man opposite him was a thin man. Although he is thin, he seems to have a huge explosive force, and he is extremely tall, a head and a half taller than this fat man. This tall and thin man looked unruly, and he was quite disdainful of this groveling white and tender fat man, and said, "It turned out to be Brother Wang, can you start the competition?"

Wang Xiaohei nodded again and again, and said with a smile: "Yes, yes, I have delayed the time, brother, forgive me." ”

This tall and thin man, even if he disdained it in his heart, reported his name and began the competition. When Wang Xiaohei raised his hand, this tall and thin man glanced at him, and suddenly his eyes narrowed. Wang Xiaohei's hands were rough, which was in stark contrast to his white and tender face.

He immediately retreated, and sure enough, this Wang Xiaohei's kung fu was extremely good, and with just one tap in the air, the air was torn apart and a sonic boom sound. If this palm is slapped, it will inevitably break the bones and pulp.

The tall, thin man ducked to the side, only a sneer on his face. His Jindan realm has long been perfected, and the cultivation shown by this Wang Xiaohei is only much weaker than him when he first arrives at Jindan.

It was after easily dodging Wang Xiaohei's palm that the tall and thin man suddenly frowned, only to see that Wang Xiaohei had a smile even more on his face, and suddenly opened his mouth and squirted out a brown bristle from his mouth.

The speed of the bristles is not fast, and the partial birth is flying at a speed that the tall and thin man can't dodge, so he can only watch the bristles coming, but in order to avoid Wang Xiaohei's palm, the man castrates with the old, and there is no way to avoid it.

In the audience, an old man shouted: "Junior, stop!"

This person is a Yuanying monk, and he has some eyesight. However, although he has eyesight, he is powerless to stop it. The Qingjian True Man suddenly raised his hand and waved out an aura. The bristle was originally not fast, but at this moment, the speed increased in an instant, avoiding the aura of the Qingjian real person, and landed on the throat of the thin and tall man.

The man was not as lucky as returning to the sea, his throat was pierced in a flash, a drop of blood was lifted from the back of his neck, his eyes darkened, and he collapsed to the ground and did not move.

The old man suddenly screamed miserably, looking at his appearance, in order to cultivate such an outstanding junior in the sect, it must have taken a lot of effort. But he died here in vain today, so that he could not be sad.

Don't say that the old man, even the Qingjian real person is also very angry, this Wang Xiaohei's cultivation that he showed in a moment, where is the realm of Jindan, it is clearly the cultivation of Yuanying!

The guest was killed in front of him, and if it was killed by mistake, it would be fine, after all, the sword has no eyes. But this Wang Xiaohei's hidden cultivation is clearly premeditated and ill-intentioned.

He took a step, suddenly paused, and the aura of the transmission note in his hand flashed, and Luo Jia's serious voice came. Beside him, Mu Liuyan inquired, and Qingjian Zhenren only said: "Luo Jia, the master of the Torture Hall, came with a message, and the sect was mixed with demon cultivation, and he was a white, tender and fat man. ”

Following his words, Mu Liuyan raised his eyes and looked cold. Isn't Wang Xiaohei on the competition platform just in line with the description of this white and tender fat man?

There is a word that the Qingjian real person did not confide, this white and tender fat man is still the murderer who killed the disciples of the Qingjian Sect.

Xu knew that there was no way out in front of many distracted powerhouses, and Wang Xiaohei did not escape, just stood on the competition platform helplessly as if he had done something wrong. In addition to cultivating advanced people, many disciples believe it to be true, and those who gloat in their hearts also pretend to regret it on the surface.

In the blood-stained rivers and lakes, it is too common for a person to die. Relatives or remnants of sorrow, others have also sang.

Only the Buddhist monk, who walked a few steps, held a three-ring tin staff, had a compassionate face, and said: "Amitabha, sin, sin!"

A Taoist saw the clue and said angrily: "Demon, you are so bold, you dare to commit such a murder in front of the righteous path of the world!"

Wang Xiaohei seemed to be frightened, his legs were already weak, he was unsteady on his feet, and he almost fell. He shouted loudly: "The seniors forgive the sins, the juniors are definitely not intentional, it is true that the hands and feet have no eyes, and they accidentally injured the senior brother!"

"Demon, dare to speak falsely!"

This Daoist is the Yunli Daoist, and he waved the Flowing Cloud Ruler forward in one hand, rushing to shoot before the Qingjian real person. A cloud-like aura fluctuation emanated from the cloud ruler, and as it surged, the clouds and mist in the sky also rippled as if they were about to be pressed down.

In front of him, Wang Xiaohei had nowhere to dodge, the frightened color on his face faded, and suddenly changed to a smile, as if he put life and death out of the way.

After the cloud ruler fell on Wang Xiaohei's body, the white and tender fat man was suddenly shattered, and a few bristles fell from the sky. There is a faint demonic aura emanating from it, which shows that what Yun Lidao said is true.

The person who was deceived just now was ashamed in his heart, and he was even more resentful of him. There are radicals who shouted: "This demon has eaten the courage of an ambitious leopard, how can we let him go wild!"

This person is just a Jin Dan cultivator, and he is cheerful at the moment, but he can't do any practical action. Master Cang'er held a tin staff in his hand and said: "Master of the Northern Underworld, this demon cultivator is so high-profile, there must be something strange in this, but don't fall for the demon cultivator's plan to attack the west!"

There was a monk who gathered around the body of a tall and thin man and chanted sutras for him. As for the old man, he threw himself on the corpse and became a tearful man. It turned out that this tall and thin man was his only son, so how could he not be distressed.

Qingjian Zhenren stood with his hands in his hands, holding a clay teacup in the other hand, constantly spinning, and hesitated: "The Treasure Pavilion of the Sect, if there is no token, it will be difficult to distract yourself." The Library Pavilion is all ordinary classics, and it is not worth letting the demon cultivator take such a risk. Could it be that it's just to give my Terran a dismount?"

On the horizon, Luo Jia and Liao Mian arrived, followed by a team of torture hall disciples and Guihai guests. Liao Mian walked quickly to the side of the tall and thin man, but unfortunately he was already dead.

After Luo Jia and Qingjian Zhenren communicated with each other, he suddenly asked without a clue, "Where is Elder Leng's apprentice?"

The people around were stunned, and no one responded. He swept hastily in the direction of the disciples of the Blue Scar Sect, but did not see anyone, and immediately said, "Go to the forbidden land!"

Qingjian Zhenren was surprised: "The forbidden land is just a wasteland, what else is there to covet?"

"Don't forget, the sect master, looking back at the heart of the well is also a treasure!"

Luo Jia threw away the words and immediately left in a hurry, ignoring others. Qingjian Zhenren knew that Luo Jia would never be untargeted, so he immediately followed. When others saw the real person of Qingjian leaving, they also took steps.

Nearly half of the many strong people left, and the rest stayed to protect the younger generations. If the demon cultivator takes the opportunity to slaughter the descendants of the human race, the human race will definitely collapse.

After a while, they rushed to the forbidden place. From afar, I saw that the seal of the forbidden land was broken, the cold wind inside it, and the yellow sand rolled upside down, and it was not a good place to look at.

Those who can break this seal will inevitably be distracted by their cultivation. And that Wang Xiaohei, at most, is no more than a virtual baby, in other words, among the demon cultivators, there is at least one distracted monk.

Luo Jia was not afraid, and rushed to the forbidden land first. Qingjian Zhensheng was afraid that he would be damaged, and the high-level of the sect was lacking, so he followed.

While others were still looking around, carefully observing that there were strange things in the yellow sand, Luo Jia seemed to be able to predict the prophet, and went straight to the depths of the forbidden land.

Walking straight to the back of the well, under the yellow sand, there were more than three or five people walking around, and before Luo Jia could walk in, a fierce tiger rushed out. In a haze, Sen Sen took a big bite and bit at Luo Jia.

A primordial infant phantom suddenly appeared behind Luo Jia, and he pressed a palm forward with him. A sneer flashed in the tiger's eyes, and in his big mouth, a deep light emanated, and it turned into a big swallow in an instant, wanting to swallow Luo Jia's whole person.

The power of Luo Jia's palm was easily dissolved by this tiger. If it weren't for the wave of the Qingjian Zhenren's sleeves, the tiger would have been blown away, and Luo Jia would be in danger at this moment.

There are people in the Middle Domain, who are shocked at this moment: "This is the spirit beast of the Ten Thousand Beasts Hall of the Central Domain, no one can control it, and it only sleeps in the hall on weekdays, how did it escape?"

As he spoke, the tiger had transformed into a handsome man, not as burly as his body, but extremely robust. The man was dressed in a blue and white striped robe, looking elegant but weird, with his fingers intertwined, standing calmly in front of everyone.

"Smell the mermaid below. It's good that I have been trapped in the Hall of Ten Thousand Beasts for a hundred years, and I can still be remembered. ”

With a pair of blue eyes, he slowly turned to the man, and laughed softly: "In order to thank you, let's make the rations below." ”

Hearing the mermaid's momentum, the figure of the virtual and the real is combined, and a tiger shadow appears, appearing in front of the person in an instant. That person was just a primordial monk, how could he stop this beast?

"Evil animals, dare to hurt people?"

I don't know why the Yunli Daoist is so disgusted with demon cultivation, and at this moment, he is even more in the lead, trying his best to resist, and he doesn't know how many words "Ding" are spit out in his mouth, accompanied by the light of the flowing cloud ruler, it really makes the mermaid freeze in place.

The man was in a cold sweat and immediately fled. In the rear, there were Yunli Daoist and Cang'er Master guarding it, and Qingjian Zhenren should run towards the Huiyan Well first. Seeing the vision clearly, there were three people around the well. At the bottom of the well, one person sneaked in, a total of four people.

Among the three, there is Wang Xiaohei. At this moment, he scolded in a low voice: "It doesn't make sense, how could these fools come so quickly!"

Before he finished speaking, the blue sword real person raised his long sword, and the person's head was off his neck, and he flew high, blood gushing like a spring.