More than 200 feet away, in a pavilion, two figures were holding hands rapidly, making loud noises of spiritual collision and an unwilling roar from time to time.
"Yi Ming, you and I have never had any grudges, but you did this murderous thing. Why on earth?"
It was an old man in gray clothes with gray hair. There were large blood stains on his gray clothes and his face was ashen. He was trying his best to avoid the pursuit of a yellow-robed monk behind him.
Although the old man in gray clothes was embarrassed, he did not dare to leave the pavilion and escape, so he dodge within ten feet. However, this distance was too close for the monks. As a last resort, he occasionally had to turn around and confront the yellow-robed monk behind him.
He fought hard, but every time he fought, the old man in gray's aura became even more sluggish.
"Mi...please...Buddha, Brother Duan, why did you say this? You came here just to find a breakthrough between life and death. I have helped you. In the future, you will achieve the golden elixir. Don't forget the good things of me."
That’s it.”
The middle-aged monk in yellow robes was chasing after him slowly. His face was gentle and full of smiles, which made people feel warm in their hearts. However, his attacks were extremely ruthless, and every move was extremely cruel.
It can kill the enemy in one shot.
As soon as he said this, the old man in gray clothes in front of him felt even more depressed, and for a while he could only try his best to avoid it.
But they didn't realize that at this moment, a spiritual consciousness came over them, and they could see this place clearly.
Li Yan, who was three hundred feet away, withdrew his consciousness, but immediately a smile appeared on his face. Unexpectedly, he knew the two men he met here, Monk Yiming and Duan Weiran from the Pure Land Sect.
"It seems that the Fire Palace is not a separate space. Yiming, where are you going to run this time?"
Although Li Yan didn't know why monk Yiming and Duan Weiran started fighting, there was never any reason between monks. It was just the law of the jungle and the strong.
And what he has always been worried about is that he was plotted against and was unable to take revenge. The saying "it is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge in ten years".
To Li Yan, this is all bullshit. As long as he has the ability and opportunity to take revenge, it is best to do it immediately, immediately, now!
When a smile appeared on Li Yan's face, his figure began to become illusory, and finally there was no trace of him.
Hearing Yi Ming's words of kindness and justice, Duan Weiran almost wanted to turn around and fight, but he knew that there was no chance of survival.
The other party was determined to take his own life, so the two sides chased each other for more than ten rounds. Duan Weiran once again had several scars on his body that were deep enough to show the bones, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes.
He didn't dare to escape from the pavilion before because the distance between the two parties was too close. As long as he left the pavilion, he would be in a large area where powerful souls grow.
Monk Yiming only needs to bombard him with a burst of spiritual power at will. He may be in mid-air before he reaches a safe place, but countless powerful souls will attack him.
In this case, he couldn't escape, so he would self-destruct and kill the other party, but he was really unwilling to do so.
I have been practicing hard for more than a hundred years, and this time I was on the verge of a breakthrough, but the other party made a sneak attack on me. Otherwise, in a really fair fight, I still don't know who will win.
"Hehehe, Brother Duan, do you want to blow yourself up? I don't think you have the chance."
Monk Yiming seemed to have read through Duan Weiran's thoughts. While the two were speeding around in a circle, he still spoke gently, but there was a coldness in his words.
After Duan Weiran heard this, he was shocked. He no longer hesitated, but all the spiritual power in his body violently gathered into his Dantian. But the next moment, his face turned pale, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.
Falling down, the figure that was running so fast also stopped instantly.
At this time, the monk Yiming behind him also stopped and looked at Duan Weiran who turned to look at him with a smile. "It is not good to blow yourself up. If the contents of the storage bag are damaged, my life will be in vain."
Duan Weiran suppressed the fear in his heart, and sweat broke out on his forehead. Later, he forced himself to calm down and said, "Yi...Yiming Zen Master, you...what do you want to get? I am a casual cultivator, and my net worth is only this."
"Amitabh, what Brother Duan said is wrong. Brother Duan, why should you pretend to be confused? You got two pieces of silver paper one after another and have been hiding since then. If it weren't for the fact that I happened to enter the 'Fire Palace', it would be true."
I wonder where you have been hiding?"
Yi Ming smiled slightly. He met three junior brothers and got some news. Recently, there was a lot of rumors about the silver paper. The last two fell into the hands of a book boy and "Broad Sword Sect" Liu Chong. This is a lot.
People know it.
But few people know whose hands the first eight silver papers fell into. However, Pure Land Sect monks are everywhere here, and there are sect communication methods between each other, so among the other eight, five of them are
They know where to fall.
This was a great opportunity. This time when he entered the Red Maple Pool Underground Palace, he encountered an opportunity for the second time. After taking action, both pieces of silver paper fell into his hands and then disappeared.
Except for those who participated in the second robbery, very few people knew about this matter. They were not willing to share the news with others at all. Instead, they searched for Duan Weiran's whereabouts on their own. Some people speculated that he was hiding to meditate and practice.
Some people thought that he had already escaped from Beiming Town Demon Tower.
Among them are the monks of the Pure Land Sect. They have always regarded the treasures in the Beiming Town Demon Tower as their own. If they cannot get it and do not want it to fall into the hands of outsiders, they will pass the news through the sect.
Tokens are passed internally to each other.
listen
After listening to Monk Yiming's words, Duan Weiran felt relieved. It turned out that the other party had also learned about this matter.
"You have already applied poison in the first blow. The reason why you keep dealing with me like this is because it takes a certain amount of time for the poison to take effect slowly."
Duan Weiran knew why the other party was delaying so much just now. It was because the other party was not sure of killing him with one blow, but was afraid that he would self-destruct on the verge of death.
"Hehehe, Brother Duan knew it was too late. I am not an expert in using poison, so I had to make this decision, but the result is still good."
Monk Yiming smiled slightly, but when he talked about using poison, the corners of his eyes twitched involuntarily. For a moment, he thought of the young man in black robe. Xu Yehua was the one who died strangely and suddenly. That person was the real poisoner.
Poison everyone.
Duan Weiran's face turned gloomy. He felt the Dantian and found out that the poison was not absolutely poisonous, but it was too hidden and he accidentally fell into it.
In normal times, if he was given half an hour, he should be able to slowly force out the poison, but now let alone half an hour, I am afraid that even one breath will not be gone.
Now, his spiritual power can still circulate in his Dantian, but it seems that there is a barrier on his Dantian, allowing his spiritual power to only use 20% of its usual capacity.
How can these spiritual powers be a match for Monk Yiming, and he is unable to self-destruct. However, he still has a chance. As long as he holds the opponent steady for a moment, if he moves faster, he can also crush the storage bag. .??.
Although he thought this in his heart, he also knew that the chance was slim. He had been eyeing his storage bag early tomorrow morning. How could he give him a chance at this time? If he had known that he would have tried his best at the first time, but in that situation
It is impossible to have such an idea.
But at this moment, a cold voice sounded in the pavilion: "Use poison, you can't do it, you can die!"
The sound came so suddenly that Monk Yiming, who was about to take action, was stunned for a moment. Then he saw Duan Weiran across from him with an expression of astonishment on his face, and looked behind him with a look of disbelief in his eyes.
Monk Yiming's first reaction was to secretly shout "Not good!"
But no matter how fast he reacted, he was only half a step too slow when he felt a burning sting pouring down from the top of his head. This burning heat was stronger than the burning in the magma, and it was a sting that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.
Then he could no longer see anything, and as soon as his spiritual power was raised, he lost consciousness. His last thought was "I seem to have heard this voice somewhere before!" Then his soul also turned into nothingness.
Duan Weiran only felt chills all over. He saw a scene that he would never forget and was terrifying. At the same time as the sound sounded, he saw a black shadow appear behind Monk Yiming.
that person
The palm of his hand was already hanging on Monk Yiming's bald head. Then Monk Yiming was like a piece of oil wax, starting from the top of his head, melting rapidly, and his head was gone in an instant, then his body, and finally the whole person disappeared out of thin air.
Not even half of the storage bag on the body was left.
It wasn't until this moment that he saw clearly that the figure slowly turned from virtual to solid, and then a young man in black robe stood there indifferently. Duan Weiran's heart felt cold. He believed that if the other person didn't make a sound on purpose, he would probably be there soon.
Monk Ming and himself had no idea what was happening.
After he saw the face of the young man in black robe clearly, his eyes changed from shock to suspicion. Then under the cold gaze of the young man in black robe, he swallowed his saliva and said in a dry voice, "Jiang... Fellow Daoist Jiang, it's...
you?"
Li Yan was very satisfied with his current cultivation. He used the sneaking and night hiding technique and came to the pavilion without any obstacles, and the two fake pills in the pavilion did not notice at all.
After hearing some of the conversation between the two of them, he was moved in his heart, and then came directly behind Monk Yiming, but Monk Yiming was still unaware of it.
At this time, Li Yan was also surprised at his current strength, but he didn't wait any longer and directly covered Monk Yiming's head.
Even when his palms were on the other person's head, the other person still had an uninformed expression. The gap was too obvious. You know, before, Li Yan and Monk Yiming tried to come up with 90% of the money.
Powerful.
Then, Li Yan circulated the Fragmentary Poison Body, and the extremely overbearing poison was poured directly into Monk Yiming's body. What shocked Li Yan in the end was that his cultivation level increased greatly this time, although the Fragmentation Poison Body did not continue to advance and differentiate.
, but he obviously ignored the effects brought by the Guishui Sutra.
The power of the poisonous body far exceeded his expectations. Not only did it instantly turn Yi Ming into nothing, but even the storage bag on his body was completely eroded, leaving no trace of Li Yan's thoughts.
Li Yan was surprised and at the same time very regretful. The net worth of a fake alchemy monk must be quite high.
But when he thought that the three monks Yiming who plotted against him all died unexpectedly, the stagnation in his heart was relieved.
This also gave Li Yan a true understanding of his current strength. It would be difficult for a fake alchemy monk to make any trouble in front of him.
"Haha, Brother Duan, I didn't expect to meet you here. It's really fate!" Li Yan regained his mood, chuckled at Duan Weiran, and then cupped his hands.
"Are you really...Brother Jiang? Your cultivation..." When Duan Weiran saw Li Yan cupping his hands in gesture, he quickly joined his hands in a salute, but the look of surprise in his eyes was still there, and he even asked hesitantly.
, but he regretted having said these words.
This chapter has been completed!