A young girl who was on the first level of Qi training curiously looked at the people queuing up around her indifferently. This was her first time in the monk's castle and the first time she saw so many monks.
The old man behind her glared at her and scolded her in a low voice: "Don't look around."
The little girl stuck out her tongue playfully, turned her head, and looked forward. This state of not squinting only lasted for a short time, and she began to secretly observe the people around her again.
Diagonally in front of her, the delicate profile of a young man caught her eye. He was so good-looking. She had never seen such a good-looking person in her entire life.
The little girl stared blankly. Maybe her gaze was too direct. The young man sensed something and turned around to look over. His beautiful phoenix eyes were as deep as a deep pool. The little girl felt that her heart dropped. Into that deep pool.
It wasn't until the boy turned her head that she woke up from a dream. Her face was red and frighteningly hot. She raised her hand to try to cool her cheeks with her cool palms, and suddenly she felt like she had seen that face somewhere before.
After thinking about it, she took out a square piece of paper from her purse and opened it. On the snow-white paper, the figure outlined in light ink was the delicate face that she had just looked at.
"Ah, Master, he is the bad guy on the fatwa!"
The little girl tugged on the sleeve of the old man behind her and pointed at the young man diagonally in front of her in surprise.
There was confusion in his clear eyes: "Are all bad guys so good-looking?"
In the silence, this voice seemed particularly clear, and the words 'fatwa' particularly stimulated everyone's nerves. All kinds of eyes looked over and followed the direction of her finger.
The delicate young man turned his head, his eyes fell on the portrait in the girl's hand, his eyes flashed, and he shouted: "Withdraw!"
Wei Lin jumped up in the air and escaped with his sword before everyone could react. With a brief glance, he clearly saw that next to his portrait on the fatwa, "Canye Pavilion killer Qianjiu stole Yuan'an Temple Hui" The relics of the Buddha, Master Enlightenment, can be found and killed by everyone. '
"It's the Canye Pavilion killer! Go and inform the city lord, the others will chase him!"
The guards screamed and ran towards Anxi City. A group of qi-training monks were so frightened when they saw the three people flying away that they quickly hid in the city. The killers of Canye Pavilion were all ruthless masters. Wherever they were, blood flowed. Chenghe and the three of them are still in the foundation building stage, and dealing with them is not as easy as squeezing an ant to death.
The several foundation-building monks didn't even think about it, and immediately chased them out, wielding their swords and shouting: "Everyone can kill the killer of Canye Pavilion. If you can't run away, hand over the Buddha's relics." Master Dao will leave you a whole body!"
The three of them did not look back and flew with their swords as hard as they could. After a short time, a Golden Core cultivator came from behind and chased them from Anxi City.
Ying Qi shouted anxiously: "What's going on? Why do they have our portraits? Isn't it true that no one of our Canye Pavilion killers knows our true identity?"
Ying Jiu, who was slightly behind, tried his best to control his trembling fingertips and said in a deep voice: "I don't know! Such a situation has never happened! There may be a traitor in the pavilion."
Wei Lin's heart was racing. There was only one early-stage Golden Elixir monk chasing him. Considering the size of Anxi City, he was probably the only one near Anxi City who was at the Golden Elixir stage. He was too close and they had to kill him before they could escape. .
The thought in his mind changed, and he immediately sent a signal to the other people in the forest. He glanced at the several foundation-building monks who were chasing behind him, turned around and swung his sword. Unexpectedly, he would suddenly turn back to the several foundation-building monks. The monk immediately felt a chill on his neck and then fell out of the air like a dumpling.
The few people who were not chasing after them pointed the direction to the golden elixir monk who was catching up. They opened some distance. Wei Lin took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Let's go down."
Shadow Seven and Shadow Nine were a little hesitant. In the high altitude, there was nothing blocking them, so they could move forward with all their strength. If they entered the forest below, their speed would definitely drop sharply, and the possibility of being caught would be greater.
Seeing that Wei Lin had already controlled the flying sword to swoop down after finishing speaking, the two hesitated again and again, and finally followed the descent.
As soon as they entered the forest, Wei Lin immediately ordered the two of them to restrain all their auras and control the flying swords to move through the forest. After meeting the others, he said: "We can't escape at the speed of the Golden Core stage. Wait until more The Golden Core Nascent Soul cultivator has arrived, and we are facing a dead end."
He raised his eyes and scanned the faces of the frightened people one by one, and said word by word: "So, he must be killed."
Everyone is a killer, and they also know that the more calm they need to be at times like this, Ying Qi trembled: "How to kill?"
"Take out all the talismans, seals and poisons. You guys will be here soon."
After a period of rustling sounds, the forest returned to tranquility. A moment later, a man with gray hair and beard arrived.
Exploding symbols flew towards him from his left, right, and in front. When he saw the talisman clearly, contempt flashed in the man's eyes. The only high-grade explosive symbols of the Xuan level were a threat to the monks in the foundation-building stage, and to the golden elixir stage. , that’s like scratching an itch, the Ling Gang can’t be exploded.
Glancing around, there was a sneer on the corner of his lips, and he clasped the long black flute in his hand a few times: "Tsk, tsk, the ignorant are really fearless, a group of boys who don't know the heights of the world, instead of running away, they learned to ambush, interesting, interesting .”
Explosive Talismans were still being thrown at him, and the spiritual energy around him was shining. He was strolling amidst the rumbling explosions and smoke. Suddenly, his feet felt a little heavy, as if he was stuck in the mud. When he looked with his consciousness, it turned out to be a small The heavy earth magic formation, with its green techniques and simple formation, was obviously created by a new formation master.
He shook his head: "Things that cannot be put on the table."
As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp object came through the air in the white mist. He raised the flute in his hand slightly, preparing to block the sharp object that was approaching his mask. Unexpectedly, his wrists tightened, and vines wrapped around his limbs.
"Although they are just small bugs, they are still annoyingly tight."
He murmured softly, and the spiritual power lingered around his wrist. The vines wrapped around it broke one by one, and muffled sounds were heard in the smoke. It was the monk who used the vine technique who was being backlashed.
There are still a few vines that have not yet broken, and a long blue sword has reached his chest. The man's expression is still calm, and with the spirit gang around, these little bugs who have never seen the world can't hurt him at all.
Unexpectedly, the long sword penetrated his protective spirit without any stagnation. The man's pupils shrank, and the blood all over his body solidified for an instant. At the critical moment, he tried to move sideways to avoid it, but the heavy earth technique under his feet But it made him slow down for a moment, and the sword had already penetrated his body.
Fortunately, that dodge had some effect and he avoided the fatal point. The long sword was inserted into his chest two inches away from his heart.
The man was furious. He was a dignified golden elixir monk who was forced to come here by a group of foundation-building monks. He shouted and broke all the vines. He held the long sword with one hand to stop the blade from turning, and with the other hand he turned his palm towards the ignorant boy in front of him. Slap it hard.
The violent spiritual energy in his palm aroused waves of cyclones. Before the palm print came, Wei Lin's face was deformed by the cyclone, and his mouth and nose were bleeding. He turned his left hand, and an ancient wooden sign appeared in his hand, facing the man's picture. The palm of the hand, spurting wild spiritual power, aroused the defensive formation on the wooden sign, blocking the big palm.
He breathed a sigh of relief, and his mind sank into Moli Sword. The sharp sword power erupted from the sword, and the green leaves seemed to have substance, sinking into the man's hands.
Feeling the power of the sword raging inside his body, the man let go of the sword and backed away in shock.
The diffuse smoke dissipated, and the man looked at the blood-stained sword in Wei Lin's hand and smiled coldly: "It turns out he is a sword cultivator who has already mastered the power of the sword. No wonder he dares to be so arrogant."
Wei Lin flicked his wrist, and his figure pulled out a series of afterimages. He united his body and sword and attacked the man again, not giving him any chance to breathe.
You have to kill Mupai as soon as possible before his defensive formation disappears. Even if you can't kill him, you have to injure him as seriously as possible!
The man was forced back by his fierce attacks. To make matters worse, the monks who were injured by him also slowed down at this time, and the vines wrapped around his limbs again.
Wei Lin took action without any scruples, using deadly moves. In the blink of an eye, the golden elixir male cultivator's body was covered in scars and dripping with blood.
All the way to immortality
