Chapter 1371
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The black-clothed man's body was cold, like falling into an ice cave.
He opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn't make a sound, and his face was full of horror.
The monk looked sympathetic and said: "Don't be afraid of the donor, the poor monk is a monk, and he is compassionate. After the soul search, he will personally rescue the donor and be free from the suffering of this world."
In the gentle and kind voice, the man in black was in severe pain, and he lost consciousness as soon as his eyes darkened.
After half a sound.
The monk withdrew his consciousness and said softly, "Da Yin is hidden in the city, and Xiao Yin is hidden in the wild. It is unexpected that this blissful lair is located in a secular casino."
At his fingertips, a ray of pure and sacred Brahma fire emerged, and the man in black instantly turned into ashes and dissipated.
late at night.
The lights in the city are dim.
A monk with bare feet and sackcloth and a hat on his head strolled to a remote alley.
In the depths of the streets, there is a casino. Even in the middle of the night, it is still noisy and lively.
When the monk arrived in front of the casino, a waiter jokingly said, "Monk, are you here to gamble or borrow money?"
The monk smiled and said, "Credit knife."
The waiter's eyes narrowed, his expression restrained, and he said, "Our casino does not take credit."
The monk said: "Take your life as your bet, buy it and leave your hands."
"Hold on."
The waiter turned and walked into the casino.
Not long after, an old man with white hair came out, looked at the monk up and down, and frowned, "Dead spirit?"
The monk said, "In the business of Bliss, do you still have to interrogate the guests?"
The white-haired old man was silent for a while and said, "Please."
With that, he turned around and walked into the casino.
The monks followed.
Passing through the smoky casino hall, bypassing the winding corridors, I came to a quiet courtyard.
There is an osmanthus tree planted in the courtyard, and a crescent moon hangs diagonally in the sky, which is bright and cold.
"Please wait here for a while."
The white-haired old man turned to leave.
The monk suddenly puzzled and said, "I dare to ask where I am showing my flaws?"
The white-haired old man's complexion changed slightly, and his figure suddenly turned into a haze that dissipated out of thin air.
But I saw that the monk was empty.
boom!
The void exploded, and the figure of the white-haired old man fell out, covered in blood.
"Go!"
The white-haired old man drank violently.
wow~
The osmanthus trees in the courtyard swayed, and the waning moon suspended under the sky hummed and trembled, pouring down a dream-like rain of light.
The entire courtyard suddenly changed, turning into a secret world!
In this secret world, the world is drowsy, the mountains are ups and downs, and a bright crescent moon hangs on the top of one of the mountains.
Beneath the crescent moon is a brightly lit palace bathed in divine radiance.
Before waiting for the monk to respond—
laugh!
Dozens of figures appeared out of thin air, and came violently.
Those figures are like black lightning, with a sharp and strange aura, in this dim world, they appear and disappear like ghosts.
The monk stood still, his hands clasped together.
boom!
Countless dazzling white jade lotuses bloomed around the monks, and in the midst of the fairy light, dazzling sword energy emerged from the lotus.
The sky and the earth were splendidly illuminated by the sword.
And those dozens of rushing figures were killed on the spot in an instant!
In the nearby area, the white-haired old man was horrified and said in horror: "You...you are the dead spirit of Juxia Realm!!"
The monk nodded and said, "Exactly."
The words fell, and the monk walked towards the big mountain in the distance.
And behind him, a ray of Buddha fire emerged, turned into a sword edge, and slashed at the white hair
The old man disappeared in an instant.
The world was in turmoil, and a group of figures came again.
Each of them is the most elite assassin in Elysium. In the past long years, he has hunted and killed many people who were kings of the world.
But in front of the monks, they are like moths to a fire, and they are gone in a blink of an eye.
In just a few breaths, the monk had arrived at the top of the mountain.
The waning moon hangs high, as bright as a silver hook.
A majestic temple perched on top of the mountain, bathed in a divine radiance.
Um?
The monk frowned suddenly, smelling a trace of blood wafting from the temple.
Almost at the same time-
boom!
A figure rushed out and slashed with a knife.
The monk's eyes were slightly condensed, his sleeves were bulging, and a Dao sword rose from the sky.
clang! ! !
Amidst the earth-shattering explosion, the monk was shaken by the shock, and he immediately retreated.
And that figure has once again swung the sword to kill.
Fast and tyrannical, powerful and terrifying!
Looking closely, this is a man with a tall figure like a mountain, covered in bronze armor, holding a long black sword, and the blade is flowing with scarlet fairy light.
Even more terrifying is the breath of the man!
The surging power of the Dao Law, like a landslide and tsunami, surging on the man, turned into a strange aura of catastrophe.
When he slashed out with his saber, his power was comparable to that of a figure in the Xiaxia Realm!
boom!
The monk's whole body shone brightly, the Brahma fire rushed into the sky, and his breath became extremely terrifying.
"go!"
The monk swung the sword and fought fiercely with the tall man.
"Is this the leader of Elysium, the swordsman on credit?"
The monk frowned.
He sensed something was wrong.
This opponent's aura is too strange and strange, it looks like a living person, but it is like a lifeless ancient corpse, and the whole body is full of chaotic and turbulent aura of catastrophe.
But it is undeniable that the opponent's combat power is terrifying!
In today's world, subject to the constraints of Zhou Tian's rules, Juxia Realm Death Spirit can only exert about 40% of its strength.
The monk had already shattered the power of the curse on his body, and although he was also subject to the Zhoutian rules, the impact was much less, and he could exert about 70% of his strength.
But under such circumstances, he was unable to win the opponent for a while!
"Can't delay any longer."
The monk's eyes flashed with divine light, and he used the means of pressing the bottom of the box.
"Pro!"
He flipped the palm of his hand, and the sword was in the air.
In an instant, a bright sword qi rose up from the sky, the Sanskrit sound bursts, the Buddha's light is mighty, just a few sword qi, and it has actually evolved into a vision of a vast world!
Boom!
Heaven and earth were chaotic, and the radiance of the gods roared.
The tall man was blasted out with a sword, the bronze armor covering his body was split open, and the whole person let out a shrill scream, like a beast roaring in pain.
What's even more surprising is that the tall man's body seems to be complete, but in fact it is like countless pieces of porcelain sewed up by black silk threads!
"This guy, I'm afraid it's not even a dead spirit, it's more like a puppet made with a secret method."
The monk is moved.
He stepped forward, trying to chase after the victory.
The tall man's lips suddenly emitted an obscure magical sound, and then his tall figure turned into a strange black flame, and disappeared in an instant.
boom!
The monk slashed diagonally with his sword.
Thousands of feet away, the void burst.
The black flame transformed by the tall man fell out and was torn apart, but in just an instant, it fused together again and disappeared out of thin air.
"Can't kill?"
The monk was surprised.
The previous sword clearly shattered the opponent's body.
But who would have thought that in an instant, the opponent's body would merge and recover, disappearing without a trace.
"This is no ordinary puppet comparison."
There was a condensed color on the brows of the monk. He was a top-level Juxia Realm expert in the ancient times, but it was the first time he had seen such a strange opponent!
Like a lifeless corpse, like a puppet, and even the breath on the body, it looks mixed and chaotic, extremely strange.
The monk pondered for a moment and swept into the temple in the distance.
The halls are brightly lit and beautifully decorated.
And on the seat in the center of the palace, lay a bloody corpse!
It was a woman with a beautiful face, but she was stabbed through the chest with a knife, her flesh was blurred, and the vitality of her body was quickly fading away.
"Why...why did you send Shenyinwei to kill me, Master...you are so cruel..."
The woman's face was pale and transparent, covered with a strong sense of death, and a weak voice sounded intermittently in the hall.
The monk strode forward and said, "Are you a swordsman on credit?"
The woman raised her head with difficulty, looked at the monk with empty eyes, and the corners of her lips twitched, as if she was about to say something, but in the end she failed to get her wish and passed away.
The monk frowned.
Undoubtedly, before he came, this woman had been poisoned!
"Shenyinwei? Could it be that the tall man just now was the Shenyinwei this woman said?"
"If this woman is a swordsman on credit at the head of Elysium, her master... I'm afraid she is a tailor!"
Thinking of this, the monk vaguely understood.
The reason why the tailor sent Shenyin Guard to kill his apprentice "Knife on Credit" was to cut off the line and prevent Su Yi from discovering his hiding place!
"Even the apprentice is killed, this tailor is indeed ruthless."
The monk sighed.
After all, it was a step late, which made the monk quite unwilling.
...
at the same time.
The ancient protector of the Taoist clan Wen clan.
"You must have known what happened to the Yun family of the ancient clan. I was entrusted by fellow Daoist Su Yisu this time to meet Wen Yong of your clan. As long as he answers some of my questions, I will leave immediately."
Qing Shi Jianxian dressed in a long robe and stood alone outside the mountain gate of the Wen family.
All the big figures in the Wen clan looked suspicious.
"Dare to ask who you are?"
an old man asked in a deep voice.
"I?"
Qing Shi Jianxian smiled, "Yijie Jianxiu, born in ancient times, survived by chance."
Saying that, he flicked his finger.
Clang!
A dazzling and unparalleled sword energy rose into the sky, shining brightly on the mountains and rivers, dispelling the thick night.
The terrifying sword power was so oppressed that all the great people in the Wen family turned pale.
"A great master of the Xiaxia Realm!!"
Someone screamed out.
"And please do me a favor, don't let me run away in vain."
Qing Shi Jianxian bowed his hands slightly.
The big men in the Wen family looked at each other in dismay.
In the end, an old man took a deep breath and commanded in a deep voice: "Patriarch, please go and invite Wen Yong to come over in person. If you have anything to say, make it clear in front of this senior."
"Yes!"
The head of the family heard the order.
But at this moment, a panicked shout resounded in the mountain gate: "Not good! Ancestor Wen Yong is dead!!"
"what?!"
All the big figures in the Wen family were shocked.
Qing Shi Jianxian's heart sank, Wen Yong died?
Could it be that the tailor had already acted ahead of time and killed Wen Yong?
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The black-clothed man's body was cold, like falling into an ice cave.
He opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn't make a sound, and his face was full of horror.
The monk looked sympathetic and said: "Don't be afraid of the donor, the poor monk is a monk, and he is compassionate. After the soul search, he will personally rescue the donor and be free from the suffering of this world."
In the gentle and kind voice, the man in black was in severe pain, and he lost consciousness as soon as his eyes darkened.
After half a sound.
The monk withdrew his consciousness and said softly, "Da Yin is hidden in the city, and Xiao Yin is hidden in the wild. It is unexpected that this blissful lair is located in a secular casino."
At his fingertips, a ray of pure and sacred Brahma fire emerged, and the man in black instantly turned into ashes and dissipated.
late at night.
The lights in the city are dim.
A monk with bare feet and sackcloth and a hat on his head strolled to a remote alley.
In the depths of the streets, there is a casino. Even in the middle of the night, it is still noisy and lively.
When the monk arrived in front of the casino, a waiter jokingly said, "Monk, are you here to gamble or borrow money?"
The monk smiled and said, "Credit knife."
The waiter's eyes narrowed, his expression restrained, and he said, "Our casino does not take credit."
The monk said: "Take your life as your bet, buy it and leave your hands."
"Hold on."
The waiter turned and walked into the casino.
Not long after, an old man with white hair came out, looked at the monk up and down, and frowned, "Dead spirit?"
The monk said, "In the business of Bliss, do you still have to interrogate the guests?"
The white-haired old man was silent for a while and said, "Please."
With that, he turned around and walked into the casino.
The monks followed.
Passing through the smoky casino hall, bypassing the winding corridors, I came to a quiet courtyard.
There is an osmanthus tree planted in the courtyard, and a crescent moon hangs diagonally in the sky, which is bright and cold.
"Please wait here for a while."
The white-haired old man turned to leave.
The monk suddenly puzzled and said, "I dare to ask where I am showing my flaws?"
The white-haired old man's complexion changed slightly, and his figure suddenly turned into a haze that dissipated out of thin air.
But I saw that the monk was empty.
boom!
The void exploded, and the figure of the white-haired old man fell out, covered in blood.
"Go!"
The white-haired old man drank violently.
wow~
The osmanthus trees in the courtyard swayed, and the waning moon suspended under the sky hummed and trembled, pouring down a dream-like rain of light.
The entire courtyard suddenly changed, turning into a secret world!
In this secret world, the world is drowsy, the mountains are ups and downs, and a bright crescent moon hangs on the top of one of the mountains.
Beneath the crescent moon is a brightly lit palace bathed in divine radiance.
Before waiting for the monk to respond—
laugh!
Dozens of figures appeared out of thin air, and came violently.
Those figures are like black lightning, with a sharp and strange aura, in this dim world, they appear and disappear like ghosts.
The monk stood still, his hands clasped together.
boom!
Countless dazzling white jade lotuses bloomed around the monks, and in the midst of the fairy light, dazzling sword energy emerged from the lotus.
The sky and the earth were splendidly illuminated by the sword.
And those dozens of rushing figures were killed on the spot in an instant!
In the nearby area, the white-haired old man was horrified and said in horror: "You...you are the dead spirit of Juxia Realm!!"
The monk nodded and said, "Exactly."
The words fell, and the monk walked towards the big mountain in the distance.
And behind him, a ray of Buddha fire emerged, turned into a sword edge, and slashed at the white hair
The old man disappeared in an instant.
The world was in turmoil, and a group of figures came again.
Each of them is the most elite assassin in Elysium. In the past long years, he has hunted and killed many people who were kings of the world.
But in front of the monks, they are like moths to a fire, and they are gone in a blink of an eye.
In just a few breaths, the monk had arrived at the top of the mountain.
The waning moon hangs high, as bright as a silver hook.
A majestic temple perched on top of the mountain, bathed in a divine radiance.
Um?
The monk frowned suddenly, smelling a trace of blood wafting from the temple.
Almost at the same time-
boom!
A figure rushed out and slashed with a knife.
The monk's eyes were slightly condensed, his sleeves were bulging, and a Dao sword rose from the sky.
clang! ! !
Amidst the earth-shattering explosion, the monk was shaken by the shock, and he immediately retreated.
And that figure has once again swung the sword to kill.
Fast and tyrannical, powerful and terrifying!
Looking closely, this is a man with a tall figure like a mountain, covered in bronze armor, holding a long black sword, and the blade is flowing with scarlet fairy light.
Even more terrifying is the breath of the man!
The surging power of the Dao Law, like a landslide and tsunami, surging on the man, turned into a strange aura of catastrophe.
When he slashed out with his saber, his power was comparable to that of a figure in the Xiaxia Realm!
boom!
The monk's whole body shone brightly, the Brahma fire rushed into the sky, and his breath became extremely terrifying.
"go!"
The monk swung the sword and fought fiercely with the tall man.
"Is this the leader of Elysium, the swordsman on credit?"
The monk frowned.
He sensed something was wrong.
This opponent's aura is too strange and strange, it looks like a living person, but it is like a lifeless ancient corpse, and the whole body is full of chaotic and turbulent aura of catastrophe.
But it is undeniable that the opponent's combat power is terrifying!
In today's world, subject to the constraints of Zhou Tian's rules, Juxia Realm Death Spirit can only exert about 40% of its strength.
The monk had already shattered the power of the curse on his body, and although he was also subject to the Zhoutian rules, the impact was much less, and he could exert about 70% of his strength.
But under such circumstances, he was unable to win the opponent for a while!
"Can't delay any longer."
The monk's eyes flashed with divine light, and he used the means of pressing the bottom of the box.
"Pro!"
He flipped the palm of his hand, and the sword was in the air.
In an instant, a bright sword qi rose up from the sky, the Sanskrit sound bursts, the Buddha's light is mighty, just a few sword qi, and it has actually evolved into a vision of a vast world!
Boom!
Heaven and earth were chaotic, and the radiance of the gods roared.
The tall man was blasted out with a sword, the bronze armor covering his body was split open, and the whole person let out a shrill scream, like a beast roaring in pain.
What's even more surprising is that the tall man's body seems to be complete, but in fact it is like countless pieces of porcelain sewed up by black silk threads!
"This guy, I'm afraid it's not even a dead spirit, it's more like a puppet made with a secret method."
The monk is moved.
He stepped forward, trying to chase after the victory.
The tall man's lips suddenly emitted an obscure magical sound, and then his tall figure turned into a strange black flame, and disappeared in an instant.
boom!
The monk slashed diagonally with his sword.
Thousands of feet away, the void burst.
The black flame transformed by the tall man fell out and was torn apart, but in just an instant, it fused together again and disappeared out of thin air.
"Can't kill?"
The monk was surprised.
The previous sword clearly shattered the opponent's body.
But who would have thought that in an instant, the opponent's body would merge and recover, disappearing without a trace.
"This is no ordinary puppet comparison."
There was a condensed color on the brows of the monk. He was a top-level Juxia Realm expert in the ancient times, but it was the first time he had seen such a strange opponent!
Like a lifeless corpse, like a puppet, and even the breath on the body, it looks mixed and chaotic, extremely strange.
The monk pondered for a moment and swept into the temple in the distance.
The halls are brightly lit and beautifully decorated.
And on the seat in the center of the palace, lay a bloody corpse!
It was a woman with a beautiful face, but she was stabbed through the chest with a knife, her flesh was blurred, and the vitality of her body was quickly fading away.
"Why...why did you send Shenyinwei to kill me, Master...you are so cruel..."
The woman's face was pale and transparent, covered with a strong sense of death, and a weak voice sounded intermittently in the hall.
The monk strode forward and said, "Are you a swordsman on credit?"
The woman raised her head with difficulty, looked at the monk with empty eyes, and the corners of her lips twitched, as if she was about to say something, but in the end she failed to get her wish and passed away.
The monk frowned.
Undoubtedly, before he came, this woman had been poisoned!
"Shenyinwei? Could it be that the tall man just now was the Shenyinwei this woman said?"
"If this woman is a swordsman on credit at the head of Elysium, her master... I'm afraid she is a tailor!"
Thinking of this, the monk vaguely understood.
The reason why the tailor sent Shenyin Guard to kill his apprentice "Knife on Credit" was to cut off the line and prevent Su Yi from discovering his hiding place!
"Even the apprentice is killed, this tailor is indeed ruthless."
The monk sighed.
After all, it was a step late, which made the monk quite unwilling.
...
at the same time.
The ancient protector of the Taoist clan Wen clan.
"You must have known what happened to the Yun family of the ancient clan. I was entrusted by fellow Daoist Su Yisu this time to meet Wen Yong of your clan. As long as he answers some of my questions, I will leave immediately."
Qing Shi Jianxian dressed in a long robe and stood alone outside the mountain gate of the Wen family.
All the big figures in the Wen clan looked suspicious.
"Dare to ask who you are?"
an old man asked in a deep voice.
"I?"
Qing Shi Jianxian smiled, "Yijie Jianxiu, born in ancient times, survived by chance."
Saying that, he flicked his finger.
Clang!
A dazzling and unparalleled sword energy rose into the sky, shining brightly on the mountains and rivers, dispelling the thick night.
The terrifying sword power was so oppressed that all the great people in the Wen family turned pale.
"A great master of the Xiaxia Realm!!"
Someone screamed out.
"And please do me a favor, don't let me run away in vain."
Qing Shi Jianxian bowed his hands slightly.
The big men in the Wen family looked at each other in dismay.
In the end, an old man took a deep breath and commanded in a deep voice: "Patriarch, please go and invite Wen Yong to come over in person. If you have anything to say, make it clear in front of this senior."
"Yes!"
The head of the family heard the order.
But at this moment, a panicked shout resounded in the mountain gate: "Not good! Ancestor Wen Yong is dead!!"
"what?!"
All the big figures in the Wen family were shocked.
Qing Shi Jianxian's heart sank, Wen Yong died?
Could it be that the tailor had already acted ahead of time and killed Wen Yong?
The black-clothed man's body was cold, like falling into an ice cave. He opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn't make a sound, and his face was full of horror. The monk looked sympathetic and said: "Don't be afraid of the donor, the poor monk is a monk, and he is compassionate. After the soul search, he will personally rescue the donor and be free from the suffering of this world." In the gentle and kind voice, the man in black was in severe pain, and he lost consciousness as soon as his eyes darkened. After half a sound. The monk withdrew his consciousness and said softly, "Da Yin is hidden in the city, and Xiao Yin is hidden in the wild. It is unexpected that this blissful lair is located in a secular casino." At his fingertips, a ray of pure and sacred Brahma fire emerged, and the man in black instantly turned into ashes and dissipated. late at night. The lights in the city are dim. A monk with bare feet and sackcloth and a hat on his head strolled to a remote alley. In the depths of the streets, there is a casino. Even in the middle of the night, it is still noisy and lively. When the monk arrived in front of the casino, a waiter jokingly said, "Monk, are you here to gamble or borrow money?" The monk smiled and said, "Credit knife." The waiter's eyes narrowed, his expression restrained, and he said, "Our casino does not take credit." The monk said: "Take your life as your bet, buy it and leave your hands." "Hold on." The waiter turned and walked into the casino. Not long after, an old man with white hair came out, looked at the monk up and down, and frowned, "Dead spirit?" The monk said, "In the business of Bliss, do you still have to interrogate the guests?" The white-haired old man was silent for a while and said, "Please." With that, he turned around and walked into the casino. The monks followed. Passing through the smoky casino hall, bypassing the winding corridors, I came to a quiet courtyard. There is an osmanthus tree planted in the courtyard, and a crescent moon hangs diagonally in the sky, which is bright and cold. "Please wait here for a while." The white-haired old man turned to leave. The monk suddenly puzzled and said, "I dare to ask where I am showing my flaws?" The white-haired old man's complexion changed slightly, and his figure suddenly turned into a haze that dissipated out of thin air. But I saw that the monk was empty. boom! The void exploded, and the figure of the white-haired old man fell out, covered in blood. "Go!" The white-haired old man drank violently. wow~ The osmanthus trees in the courtyard swayed, and the waning moon suspended under the sky hummed and trembled, pouring down a dream-like rain of light. The entire courtyard suddenly changed, turning into a secret world! In this secret world, the world is drowsy, the mountains are ups and downs, and a bright crescent moon hangs on the top of one of the mountains. Beneath the crescent moon is a brightly lit palace bathed in divine radiance. Before waiting for the monk to respond laugh! Dozens of figures appeared out of thin air, and came violently. Those figures are like black lightning, with a sharp and strange aura, in this dim world, they appear and disappear like ghosts. The monk stood still, his hands clasped together. boom! Countless dazzling white jade lotuses bloomed around the monks, and in the midst of the fairy light, dazzling sword energy emerged from the lotus. The sky and the earth were splendidly illuminated by the sword. And those dozens of rushing figures were killed on the spot in an instant! In the nearby area, the white-haired old man was horrified and said in horror: "You...you are the dead spirit of Juxia Realm!!" The monk nodded and said, "Exactly." The words fell, and the monk walked towards the big mountain in the distance. And behind him, a ray of Buddha fire emerged, turned into a sword edge, and slashed at the white hair The old man disappeared in an instant. The world was in turmoil, and a group of figures came again. Each of them is the most elite assassin in Elysium. In the past long years, he has hunted and killed many people who were kings of the world. But in front of the monks, they are like moths to a fire, and they are gone in a blink of an eye. In just a few breaths, the monk had arrived at the top of the mountain. The waning moon hangs high, as bright as a silver hook. A majestic temple perched on top of the mountain, bathed in a divine radiance. Um? The monk frowned suddenly, smelling a trace of blood wafting from the temple. Almost at the same time- boom! A figure rushed out and slashed with a knife. The monk's eyes were slightly condensed, his sleeves were bulging, and a Dao sword rose from the sky. clang! ! ! Amidst the earth-shattering explosion, the monk was shaken by the shock, and he immediately retreated. And that figure has once again swung the sword to kill. Fast and tyrannical, powerful and terrifying! Looking closely, this is a man with a tall figure like a mountain, covered in bronze armor, holding a long black sword, and the blade is flowing with scarlet fairy light. Even more terrifying is the breath of the man! The surging power of the Dao Law, like a landslide and tsunami, surging on the man, turned into a strange aura of catastrophe. When he slashed out with his saber, his power was comparable to that of a figure in the Xiaxia Realm! boom! The monk's whole body shone brightly, the Brahma fire rushed into the sky, and his breath became extremely terrifying. "go!" The monk swung the sword and fought fiercely with the tall man. "Is this the leader of Elysium, the swordsman on credit?" The monk frowned. He sensed something was wrong. This opponent's aura is too strange and strange, it looks like a living person, but it is like a lifeless ancient corpse, and the whole body is full of chaotic and turbulent aura of catastrophe. But it is undeniable that the opponent's combat power is terrifying! In today's world, subject to the constraints of Zhou Tian's rules, Juxia Realm Death Spirit can only exert about 40% of its strength. The monk had already shattered the power of the curse on his body, and although he was also subject to the Zhoutian rules, the impact was much less, and he could exert about 70% of his strength. But under such circumstances, he was unable to win the opponent for a while! "Can't delay any longer." The monk's eyes flashed with divine light, and he used the means of pressing the bottom of the box. "Pro!" He flipped the palm of his hand, and the sword was in the air. In an instant, a bright sword qi rose up from the sky, the Sanskrit sound bursts, the Buddha's light is mighty, just a few sword qi, and it has actually evolved into a vision of a vast world! Boom! Heaven and earth were chaotic, and the radiance of the gods roared. The tall man was blasted out with a sword, the bronze armor covering his body was split open, and the whole person let out a shrill scream, like a beast roaring in pain. What's even more surprising is that the tall man's body seems to be complete, but in fact it is like countless pieces of porcelain sewed up by black silk threads! "This guy, I'm afraid it's not even a dead spirit, it's more like a puppet made with a secret method." The monk is moved. He stepped forward, trying to chase after the victory. The tall man's lips suddenly emitted an obscure magical sound, and then his tall figure turned into a strange black flame, and disappeared in an instant. boom! The monk slashed diagonally with his sword. Thousands of feet away, the void burst. The black flame transformed by the tall man fell out and was torn apart, but in just an instant, it fused together again and disappeared out of thin air. "Can't kill?" The monk was surprised. The previous sword clearly shattered the opponent's body. But who would have thought that in an instant, the opponent's body would merge and recover, disappearing without a trace. "This is no ordinary puppet comparison." There was a condensed color on the brows of the monk. He was a top-level Juxia Realm expert in the ancient times, but it was the first time he had seen such a strange opponent! Like a lifeless corpse, like a puppet, and even the breath on the body, it looks mixed and chaotic, extremely strange. The monk pondered for a moment and swept into the temple in the distance. The halls are brightly lit and beautifully decorated. And on the seat in the center of the palace, lay a bloody corpse! It was a woman with a beautiful face, but she was stabbed through the chest with a knife, her flesh was blurred, and the vitality of her body was quickly fading away. "Why...why did you send Shenyinwei to kill me, Master...you are so cruel..." The woman's face was pale and transparent, covered with a strong sense of death, and a weak voice sounded intermittently in the hall. The monk strode forward and said, "Are you a swordsman on credit?" The woman raised her head with difficulty, looked at the monk with empty eyes, and the corners of her lips twitched, as if she was about to say something, but in the end she failed to get her wish and passed away. The monk frowned. Undoubtedly, before he came, this woman had been poisoned! "Shenyinwei? Could it be that the tall man just now was the Shenyinwei this woman said?" "If this woman is a swordsman on credit at the head of Elysium, her master... I'm afraid she is a tailor!" Thinking of this, the monk vaguely understood. The reason why the tailor sent Shenyin Guard to kill his apprentice "Knife on Credit" was to cut off the line and prevent Su Yi from discovering his hiding place! "Even the apprentice is killed, this tailor is indeed ruthless." The monk sighed. After all, it was a step late, which made the monk quite unwilling. ... at the same time. The ancient protector of the Taoist clan Wen clan. "You must have known what happened to the Yun family of the ancient clan. I was entrusted by fellow Daoist Su Yisu this time to meet Wen Yong of your clan. As long as he answers some of my questions, I will leave immediately." Qing Shi Jianxian dressed in a long robe and stood alone outside the mountain gate of the Wen family. All the big figures in the Wen clan looked suspicious. "Dare to ask who you are?" an old man asked in a deep voice. "I?" Qing Shi Jianxian smiled, "Yijie Jianxiu, born in ancient times, survived by chance." Saying that, he flicked his finger. Clang! A dazzling and unparalleled sword energy rose into the sky, shining brightly on the mountains and rivers, dispelling the thick night. The terrifying sword power was so oppressed that all the great people in the Wen family turned pale. "A great master of the Xiaxia Realm!!" Someone screamed out. "And please do me a favor, don't let me run away in vain." Qing Shi Jianxian bowed his hands slightly. The big men in the Wen family looked at each other in dismay. In the end, an old man took a deep breath and commanded in a deep voice: "Patriarch, please go and invite Wen Yong to come over in person. If you have anything to say, make it clear in front of this senior." "Yes!" The head of the family heard the order. But at this moment, a panicked shout resounded in the mountain gate: "Not good! Ancestor Wen Yong is dead!!" "what?!" All the big figures in the Wen family were shocked. Qing Shi Jianxian's heart sank, Wen Yong died? Could it be that the tailor had already acted ahead of time and killed Wen Yong?
