There are seventeen monks in this group, both male and female, all wearing black brocade uniforms. The lapels of the clothes are all embroidered with seven golden feathers, which are the emblem of the monks of Shenxu Pavilion.
Among the seventeen people, fifteen were at Shaoxu cultivation level and two were at the second level of Life Immortal cultivation level.
One of the Destiny Immortals is a beautiful woman in a black dress. She has a cultivation level in the early stage of Human Xuan. She has a slim figure, shiny black hair, and is styled in a woman's bun.
Her appearance is quite beautiful, but the devilish aura in her eyes is a bit heavy, and her nails are black and slender.
The other Mingxian is a middle-aged man with a mid-level cultivation of Ghost Mystery. This man has a square face, dressed as a scholar, and has a blue jade pen hanging from his waist.
"Huh? The sword shadow just now dissipated... I didn't expect that there was a Life Immortal monk on this small Lingtai Star. Unfortunately, it was too far away before to accurately sense the strength of the sword light, but it was difficult to judge this person. The specific level of cultivation. It doesn’t matter whether this person is a human or a ghost. If he is a ghost, you can learn a little bit about his skills with this person..."
The fighting spirit flashed out of the middle-aged scribe's eyes, and then he restrained himself completely.
Upon hearing what the middle-aged scribe said, the beautiful woman in black skirt immediately covered her mouth and giggled,
"Fellow Daoist Luo is truly worthy of being a descendant of the 'War King of the Luo Family'. He is indeed very warlike. Whenever I meet a fellow Daoist of the same level, I want to learn from each other. I have been with you along the way, and we have met each other together." When you have four fellow Taoists from Guixuan, every time you meet one of them, you have to fight..."
"My Luo Family Kung Fu was born out of battle. Whenever we encounter a bottleneck, we have to fight countless times before we can break through." The middle-aged scribe said.
"Of the four Gui Xuan we met, one is in the early stage, two are in the middle stage, and one is in the late stage. Fellow Taoist's record is four wins in four battles. In this year's 'Tomb Competition', I think the ranking of Fellow Daoist has changed. If we are about to rise, we can compete for the 'Nothing Order', which is probably very promising. It's a pity that the 'Bell Sacrifice' was delayed due to chaos, otherwise the Taoist friends would probably still be able to compete for the Yuan Shen Wine." Beautiful woman in black dress. Said with regret.
"With my current cultivation strength, I'm afraid it will be difficult to win the Order of Nothingness. If I can break through the late stage of Gui Xuan before Tomb Bi, with my Luo family's battle tactics, I still have some hope of winning the Order... This It doesn’t matter if we don’t mention it, it’s important to complete the task first. Hurry up and elect the next star master of Lingtai Star, so that we can go to the next cultivation star.”
After the middle-aged scribe finished speaking, he landed slightly towards the Lingtai Star, stood in the sky above a certain wasteland, and suddenly spoke loudly.
It's not loud. But it contained great magical power, and the sound spread throughout the entire Lingtai planet in an instant.
"I am the Divine General of the Four Pavilions of Shenxu - the Xingge Pavilion, Luo Xiao! I am here to come to this star under the order of the master of the Xingge Pavilion. According to my decree, all the Shattering Void monks on this star must gather here within a stick of incense! "
On the entire Lingtai planet, excluding the powerful Warcraft warriors, there were five Void-shattering monks including Liu Zhou.
The five Broken Void monks suddenly heard the voice transmission from the middle-aged scribe, their expressions changed, and they all took out the jade slips. He did not hesitate to use jade slips to rush to the place where the middle-aged scribe was.
The monsters on Lingtai Star became afraid when they heard the message from the middle-aged scribe.
Before the stick of incense was finished, Liu Zhou and the other five Suixu rushed to the place where the middle-aged scribe was and paid their respects to the middle-aged scribe!
"The cultivators of Lingtai Mountain have seen the envoy of Xing Pavilion! I wonder what the envoy did when he came to our star?"
"No courtesy. Luo is here today because of the death of the Lingtai Star Master. Today, Luo will select one person from among the five of you to be the new Lingtai Star Master. Among you, if If anyone is willing to compete for the position of Star Lord, please take a step forward."
The middle-aged scholar said this. Quietly looked at Liu Zhou and others. The rest of the Xingge monks stood silently beside the middle-aged scribe.
Upon hearing that these Xing Pavilion monks had arrived at the Lingtai Star for the purpose of canonizing the Star Master, the four Lingtai Suixu all looked excited and stepped forward. Expressed his willingness to compete for the position of Star Lord.
Only Liu Zhou showed a mixture of joy and sorrow. After pondering for a moment, he finally stepped forward.
Seeing that the five Lingtai Suixu all aspired to become Star Masters, the middle-aged scribe nodded and suddenly emitted a vast galaxy of divine thoughts that swept across the bodies of the five people.
After some investigation, the middle-aged scribe raised his hand and pointed towards Liu Zhou slightly and said,
"Although your cultivation level is not the highest among the five, you are better than your Taoist heart. You will succeed me as the Star Master of Lingtai. This jade slip is given to you. It records a bestowed magical power. If you practice it, even if it is only broken, The fourth level of cultivation is enough to serve as the master of one star."
After saying this, the middle-aged scribe took out a jade slip and gave it to Liu Zhou.
The remaining four Lingtai Suixu showed envy when they saw Liu Zhou succeeding him as the Star Master of Lingtai and receiving magical powers.
Liu Zhou sighed, accepted the jade slip, thanked the middle-aged scribe for his kindness, and suddenly spoke again,
"Since I am the master of the Lingtai Star, I should do something. I have a request, and I hope the envoy will grant it."
"What request?" the middle-aged scribe asked expressionlessly.
"On Lingtai Star, the demonic tide has always been a disaster. In the past, with the previous star master, we could still suppress the demonic tide. Now, there are only five Shattered Void and me on Lingtai Planet, and we can't suppress the demonic tide at all. Looking forward to the next chapter Use your hands to help us and other Lingtai monks suppress the demonic tide."
After saying that, Liu Zhou bowed again, bowed his head and said nothing, but he was extremely nervous, wondering whether the middle-aged scribe would agree to his request.
"Is it difficult to quell the demonic tide?"
The middle-aged scribe frowned, slightly unhappy.
After a moment of spiritual awareness, he sensed thirty-four auras of the Void-Shattering Magical Beast from the Lingtai Star.
As a monk of Shenxu Pavilion and Xing Pavilion, he has no obligation to help his subordinate Xiuzhen Star to put down troubles.
That is the responsibility of Bingge, not his jurisdiction.
He still had a mission and needed to canonize dozens of cultivation star masters, so he didn't want to meddle in this star's business.
Seeing Liu Zhou's sincere words, he finally nodded and said,
"That's all, Luo will take action once to help you suppress this star demon tide. There are only thirty-four Void-shattering monsters. I don't think it will take Luo much time."
After saying this, the middle-aged scribe flicked his sleeves with the wind, and the place immediately showed dots of green light, like fireflies.
The next moment, the middle-aged scribe took all the monks here and disappeared, appearing outside a magic swamp on the outskirts of the Xianyue Mountains.
Now, all the Void-Shattering Demonic Beasts on Lingtai Star are gathered in this demonic swamp.
When the middle-aged scribe and others arrived, thirty-four Void-shattering demonic shadows immediately came out to greet them from the Demon Swamp.
These thirty-four demonic figures are headed by Ke Long, and they are all the images of the Shattering Void Monster in human form.
The faces of the demons were all extremely ugly at this moment.
Especially Ke Long, his eyes were full of despair and unwillingness.
He knew the group of cultivators in front of him. Excluding Liu Zhou and others, they were all monks from the four pavilions of Shenxu Pavilion.
These people will come to the demon swamp outside the Xieyue Mountains, most likely to drive away all the demonic beasts here...
Demons such as Ke Long are the local demons of Lingtai Planet, even if they dare to be enemies with local monks such as Liu Zhou. But how dare you be an enemy of Shenxu Pavilion?
The entire Dongming Star Territory is the territory of Shenxu Pavilion. In Shenxu Pavilion, there are countless strong men who can slay the demons here like dogs.
The Shenxu Pavilion is a huge creature that Ke Long and other demons cannot afford to offend!
Shenxu Pavilion is a Shinto force and a Xuanxiu sect. For the monks of Shenxu Pavilion, demons are aliens and enemies, and there is no fault in killing them...
There are 17 Xingge monks in front of me, including two Life Immortals.
If these people went on a killing spree in Xieyue Mountain, no magical beast would survive.
"I wonder why the envoy came here?" Ke Long gritted his teeth and asked the middle-aged scribe with a sense of luck.
How he hoped to have a one in ten thousand chance. When the other party comes here, they will not kill all the demons...
Unfortunately, the middle-aged scribe's first words dispelled all Ke Long's chances.
"Luo is here to help Lingtai Star exterminate the demons. If you are willing to kill the Void-Shattering Demonic Beasts on your own, Luo can be generous and not kill the low-level demonic beasts here."
This middle-aged scribe likes to fight but not kill, and he doesn't like to lower his status and embarrass himself with a group of low-level monsters.
In the opinion of the middle-aged scribe, the only way to destroy the Lingtai Star monster is to kill Suixu. The rest can be handled by the Lingtai Star Master himself.
Upon hearing the middle-aged scribe's words, all the demons showed sad expressions.
They could sense the terror of the middle-aged scribe just by relying on their monster instincts, and understood that they were in front of this man. There is absolutely no hope of escape.
Some of the monsters sighed and accepted the fate of killing themselves.
If their lives could be exchanged for the survival of other low-level monsters, they would have deserved their death...
Another part of the monsters are not willing to surrender and wait for death. One of them, a big man as thin as a devil, gritted his teeth. He said loudly to Ke Long,
"Brother Ke, aren't you on good terms with the second-step senior in Xieyue Mountain? Can you ask him to come forward and mediate for us to save our lives..."
"Yes, Brother Ke! I have heard that the second-step senior is very fond of your two granddaughters, so much so that he almost confiscated them as disciples. With this kind of relationship, he will definitely not wait for me to live or die. Ignore it!" Another demon said with hope.
"This...can't be done, can't be done..."
Ke Long was very moved by what the two said. He didn't want to ask Ning Fan to take action to save his life.
But his heartbeat was wiped out by him in just a moment.
Today's calamity is a matter between their Lingtai star monsters, Lingtai monks, and Shenxu Pavilion. How can an outsider like Ning Fan be involved?
In Ke Long's heart, although Ning Fan is extremely strong, he may not be stronger than the middle-aged scribe in front of him, and it is even less likely that the Shenxu Pavilion behind the middle-aged scribe is as powerful.
Asking Ning Fan to come forward may not be so prestigious as to save the lives of the demons. It might even anger the monks of Shenxu Pavilion, cause even greater catastrophe, and involve the low-level monsters here.
Moreover, Ke Long was not sure about asking Ning Fan and risked offending Shenxu Pavilion to protect the demons.
Ke Long sighed and finally gave up the idea of involving Ning Fan in this matter.
Most cultivators are selfish, because only selfish people can survive in cruel battles.
Thinking about it, even if he went to invite Ning Fan, Ning Fan would not stand up for them. After all, there is no friendship between them...
"Brother Ke! You!"
Upon hearing that Ke Long was unwilling to ask Ning Fan to come forward, several demons became angry, but then they sighed with despair in their eyes.
In fact, they also understood that even if Ke Long went to invite Ning Fan, there was not much chance that Ning Fan would be invited to take action.
On the other hand, the middle-aged scribe, after hearing the conversation between the demons, suddenly showed a look of great interest and said,
"It's interesting. It seems that there is a backer behind you monsters. I guess it's the Immortal of Life on Lingtai Star. You go ask him to come forward. If he is strong enough, Luo won't mind watching him. For the sake of face, I’ll leave you alone.”
"No, we would rather die. That senior has no friendship with us and will not stand up for us."
Ke Long shook his head, rejected the middle-aged scribe's proposal, closed his eyes, and bowed his head to wait for death.
He has made up his mind not to involve Ning Fan in this disaster.
The middle-aged scribe heard this. Shaking his head, he stopped trying to persuade him.
He looked indifferent, stood with his hands behind his back, and spoke indifferently to Ke Long and others. "In the world of cultivation, the strong survive and the weak perish. You and I are different. We hate Luo, and Luo also wants to kill you all for the sake of the Lingtai star monk. You can finish it on your own, and don't force Luo to take action. 10 If you don’t die after taking a rest, Luo won’t mind giving him a ride!”
After saying this, the middle-aged scribe began to wait patiently.
At this moment, Liu Zhou and other Lingtai Star monks looked at the powerful enemy of monsters that had to be extinguished before them, and suddenly felt a sense of sadness in their hearts.
This feeling only rose up for a moment before being suppressed by the five people.
They are old enemies with the Lingtai Monster, and countless relatives and friends have died at the hands of the Monster. He has also killed countless monsters, and his grudges have long been irresolvable.
Ke Long and other demons looked desolate, and each raised their palms and pressed them towards their own heavenly spirits.
They are monsters, and they believe in the concept of survival of the strong and the destruction of the weak. They are enemies with the middle-aged scribes and others, and their cultivation is not as good as others. The other party only asks them to kill themselves and does not kill low-level monsters, which is very merciful...
Just when the demons were about to commit suicide, in the demon swamp. Suddenly two milk babies stumbled out, crying in a milky voice toward the middle-aged scribe and others,
"You are bad people! You can't kill grandpa! Qinqin (Yunyun) won't let you kill grandpa! You are bad, you are bad!"
"Shut up! Don't back down yet!" Ke Long's face became extremely nervous for a moment!
He couldn't have imagined it. The two baby dolls of my family will run out at this time and curse at the monks of Shenxu Pavilion and Xing Pavilion.
God knows how scared Ke Long is at this moment. He is afraid that the middle-aged scribe and others will kill his two granddaughters in anger, and even kill countless low-level monsters...
The middle-aged scribe was not angry at being scolded as a bad person by the two milk babies. Just frowned.
The beautiful woman in the black dress had a cold look in her eyes. She was obviously very dissatisfied with the two milk dolls, but she didn't bother to do anything to the two fur dolls.
But among the few Xingge Suixu behind the middle-aged scribe, several of them showed murderous intent.
These people are all mystical cultivators with strong concepts of good and evil. They already hate evil spirits and wish they could kill all the monsters in this place.
At this moment, after being insulted by two mere baby dolls, an old man from the Xinge Pavilion of the Eighth Layer of Broken Void took a step forward, grabbed the two baby dolls with his big hand.
He shouted coldly, "Evil demons who don't know whether to live or die, even young demons, should do their best to eliminate evil!"
"Stop!" Ke Long's eyes were furious. He was not afraid of death and would not hesitate to die, but he would not allow anyone to attack his closest relatives!
Just as he was about to take action to save the two little milk babies, another big man from Shattering the Void Nine Heavens instantly stood in front of him, snorted coldly, and punched him.
With just one punch, Ke Long was knocked back a hundred feet!
Although Ke Long was not injured, he was too late to rescue the two milk babies.
An unconcealable anger burned in his heart!
In this anger, there is even deeper sadness! Only those who are at the end of their rope can understand how tragic it is!
"It can't be saved, it can't be saved..."
This thought arose crazily in Ke Long's heart. He couldn't bear to look at the two little milk babies, and he couldn't bear to see the tragic scene of them being torn into pieces by the Xingge monks.
The old man from Xingge grabbed hold with five fingers, and immediately five sword lights shot out from his fingers, slashing at the two little milk babies.
The two little milk babies felt the danger and were almost stunned in place.
How young are they, how can they understand the dangers and the heights of the sky?
But they are also monsters. At this moment, they feel the feeling of death so deeply...
Just when the sword light was about to touch their bodies, black flames suddenly flashed in front of the two little girls. At the same moment, a figure in white suddenly blocked the two girls out of thin air. He raised his hand and pointed towards the five girls. The sword light pressed.
It’s not Ning Fan, let alone who!
The five sword lights came with the force of a dragon, but in front of Ning Fan, they were like children playing, not worth mentioning.
He just raised his hand and pressed it, and the five sword lights slashed by Old Man Broken Eight suddenly shattered into little golden lights and scattered with the wind.
"Second Step Life Immortal!" The face of the Broken Eight old man who attacked the little baby changed drastically. The moment Ning Fan pressed the Shattered Sword Light, he pulled away and flew away without any hesitation!
He felt an indescribable cold murderous intent from Ning Fan's body.
How did he know that Ning Fan had already thought of recruiting these two milk babies as disciples! After spending several months together, we have developed a deep love for our two milk babies!
Ning Fan couldn't say he cared about the life and death of other monsters.
But for these two milk babies, Ning Fan had a heart to protect them and would not allow anyone to harm them!
"Exterminate all evil! What a good one! Ning wants to know what evil these two ignorant three-year-olds have to say!"
The black flames flashed under Ning Fan's feet, leaving an afterimage on the spot that has not yet dissipated. He appeared in front of the old man Sui Ba, and without saying a word, he pressed down with one finger!
His escape was so fast and his attacks were so fast that even the middle-aged scribe and the beautiful woman in black skirt were unable to see clearly his escape and the magical power of his attacks!
The middle-aged scribe's eyes were focused, with little expression on his face, and no intention of rescuing the old man. He just stared at Ning Fan's fingers without saying a word.
The beautiful woman in black dress was shocked. She wanted to save the Eighth Old Man, but it was already too late!
The broken old man only felt the purple-gold light flashing before his eyes. The next moment, his whole body was rotten and turned into ashes under Ning Fan's finger!
The Broken Nine man who knocked back Ke Long with one punch was frightened when he saw Ning Fan killing Broken Eight Elders with one finger. He left Ke Long behind and immediately ran behind the middle-aged scribe, praying for his life.
Ning Fan, however, did not even look at the nine big men. He returned to the original place in a flash and stood beside the two little milk babies.
He only mentioned the two little milk babies to take revenge and killed the old man Broken Eight, but he had no hostility towards the monks who defeated Ke Long.
He is an indifferent person, and only two little milk babies can arouse his compassion.
"Who are you? How dare you kill my Xingge monk!"
The middle-aged scribe said nothing, but the beautiful woman in black skirt was furious.
No one here could see through Ning Fan's specific cultivation level, and she couldn't see through it either. She only knew that Ning Fan was a monk in the early or middle stage of Personal Xuan.
She thought to herself that with all her secret techniques, she could fight even the late Master Renxuan, so why should she be afraid of Ning Fan.
But she only took one step forward, and before she could do anything to Ning Fan, Ning Fan's cold eyes swept towards her.
With just one look, her aura was in chaos, and her beautiful eyes were blood red, as if she had been invaded by Ning Fan's evil spirit.
After taking a few steps back, her pretty face turned pale and she coughed up blood. She was seriously injured!
Ning Fan could cause her to be seriously injured with just one look. She could not imagine what kind of method he used!
What shocked her was that Ning Fan was not a human being as she imagined, but a ghost!
After seeing how powerful Ning Fan was, she still dared to challenge Ning Fan, let alone stand up for that unfortunate old man.
However, the middle-aged scribe was no longer silent and finally spoke.
In his eyes, endless fighting spirit rose. This fighting spirit was only for victory, and there was no trace of revenge for the broken Eight Old Man!
He has recognized that Ning Fan is a monk in the middle stage of Ghost Mystery!
"My name is Luo Xiao. If you fight with me and catch one and a half of my moves, I will let go of this star monster without killing any of them. How about that!" the middle-aged scribe said with a kind smile.
"I'm not interested in the life or death of the other monsters!"
Ning Fan said lightly, turned around and left with the two little babies.
The middle-aged scribe snorted in displeasure, flicked his sleeves, picked up the jade pen from his waist, and struck Ning Fan!
"roll!"
Ning Fan turned around suddenly, with a flash of blood in his eyes, and boundless red light flew out from his body, turning into a huge bloody fist. Without saying a word, he punched the middle-aged scribe directly!
With this punch, the middle-aged scribe's jade pen magic weapon was directly blown into powder.
The remaining fist light turned into a strong wind blowing on his face, forcing the middle-aged scribe to retreat a hundred feet, and his eyes changed drastically.
Suddenly his face turned pale and he coughed out a mouthful of blood. He looked at Ning Fan in shock!
The shock was even more inexplicable!
"Both this person and I are in the middle stage of Ghost Mystery. How can we be so strong! If this person practices the 'God of War Technique', how many levels of 'divine transformation' can he achieve?!"
"This person is probably of great use to me, the 'War King Luo Family'! I just don't know how high his qualifications are for practicing the God of War Art..." (To be continued.)
