"Monk Tao?"

"Only two people?"

"The monk who broke the rules at the White Bone Temple, no wonder he walked along this route."

"But who is this evil person?"

The big hand in the darkness crushed the transmission note, and the faint sound echoed in the empty grotto. He was not surprised by the arrival of the Bone Skeleton Monk, probably because he knew a little about the practice route of the monk who broke the precepts, and the other party would definitely take this path.

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The evil way is different, that person seems to appear out of thin air.

Everything in the world, whether it is living beings, vegetation, mountains, rocks, mountains, clouds, and mists, all have their own unique characteristics, and living beings are even more so.

The lack of such information only means that they have not discovered the origin of the red-haired Taoist.

However, the opponent is definitely not someone who suddenly gained power, because few people can survive the pursuit of the big boss, and they even used formations to play tricks on the mirage big boss of Daheishan.

That's right, it's just a joke.

Mysterious and unpredictable, it really fits Gao Xiu's identity and image.

So the other party must have an extraordinary origin.

However, there is nothing wrong with the monks who break the precepts and the evil Taoists, who seem to be in harmony.

He did not continue to think about what kind of history the Taoist had, or who he had offended to be so low-key.

Those two people have arrived at his territory.

A tall figure rose from the futon.

The wind was blowing all around, and the oil lamps along the road lit up a small light. When the light and shadow flickered, the figure on the futon had disappeared, leaving only the slightly swaying candlelight.

…

"Shengyun Yuan, Ma Lu in the Catacombs, are one of the few late-stage foundation-building demon cultivators under the Ghost King's throne in the Great Black Mountain."

"Wearing a body of iron armor, with fists and feet like the wind, it is an extremely powerful physical training. All spells and seals are to allow your iron fist to contact the opponent's body..."

Magic seals were originally born for fighting. The monks will choose the spells that suit their own path to bless themselves and form a matching system.

Monsters and monsters are no exception.

In fact, it should be said that this is the case for all monks.

"Pop!"

A brisk clap sounded.

The figure walking towards him was very tall, but he made no sound as he walked, light, slow and very rhythmic.

When he walked on two legs, it was as if countless legs were moving with him, supporting his burly body and gnarled muscles.

"I haven't received any news about Taoist Priest. Unexpectedly, Taoist Priest has found out where I am." The burly man who spoke had a smile on his face.

Although he is tall, he actually does not have a beard.

On the contrary, it was kept clean and tidy.

Even the messy hair like steel thorns was neatly tied up with a hair rope, making it very strong.

The red-haired Taoist nodded and said, "Very good."

Malu asked: "What's good?"

The red-haired Taoist said: "Your cultivation is not bad."

"What's even more rare is that you have a clean breath."

Malu said with a slightly disappointed look: "It seems that the Taoist priest also attaches great importance to the so-called distinction between good and evil."

"I don't eat people just because I don't want to eat them. The blessing of my cultivation is not worth my two or three days of hard work, so why waste my time eating people."

"I thought the Taoist priest was special..."

Monsters may not necessarily eat people, and evil spirits may not necessarily kill people. On the contrary, people kill more people and eat more people.

But there are always people who will differentiate between them.

He thought that red-haired Taoists would not have such prejudices.

I met you today, but actually meeting you is not as good as being famous.

Tu Shanjun didn't know what this monster was thinking. He rarely racked his brains to understand other people's thoughts and motivations. He just smiled lightly and said: "I just hate monsters with a fishy smell. It makes me uncomfortable."

Tu Shanjun can't say he has any feelings about monsters and monsters.

If I were to say that I really disliked him, it would probably only be towards demon cultivators.

Malu's eyes were fixed on the red-haired Taoist, hoping to see any hint of falsehood or disguise in his eyes. However, Gujing Wubo's eyes were full of seriousness, not because this sounded ridiculous.

There was a commotion due to the words.

Malu suddenly laughed.

"Amitabha, please give way to the donor. The young monk needs to use the road." Juefa, with his hands clasped together, lowered his eyebrows and looked down. The white bone Buddha beads in his hands were casually hung on the tiger's mouth of his left hand. The beads were not heavy and were coiled on his lap.

It's very stable in the palm of your hand.

Malu's eyes moved over to look at Juefa, who was wearing a gray cassock: "I know a little about the monk who broke the precepts of the White Bone Temple."

"When I was in Daze, I met a monk who broke the precepts. His name was Awakening."

"do you know him?"

Juefa looked as usual, nodded and said: "Amitabha, Senior Brother Juewu is a genius that is rare to see in our sect for hundreds of years."

Malu shook his head and said, "You're not bad either."

"The donor praised so much that the young monk felt ashamed."

When he raised his head, he still had a calm expression.

What Monk Juefa said was very plain, not because he thought he was inferior, but because he felt there was no need to compare. It was like the path he took was just the path under his feet, and others would also take this path, but they certainly would not.

It will overlap with his footprints.

Because, in the path of spiritual practice, those who learn from me will live, and those who resemble me will die.

No matter what kind of monk you are, no matter what kind of exercises, whether they are the same or different, you must eventually find your own path.

Surprise flashed through Ma Lu's eyes: "No wonder the two of them were able to attack Pofang City and Mountain City in one go. They couldn't match the monsters they encountered."

The red-haired Taoist looked at Malu with a smile, "Do you think you can stop it?"

"I'm not sure, but I want to try."

"It's a pity that I didn't play against him in Daze, so today I want to see if the monk who broke the commandment of the White Bone Temple is as powerful as the legend says."

"If you win against me, this important treasure will be handed over to you." Ma Lu opened his hand, and a fragment of a Shinto magic weapon lingering with pure spirit appeared in his hand. The incense and wish energy condensed into pieces and wrapped up the fragments.

Only then did Tu Shanjun look a little surprised. The monster in front of him was interesting. He dared to take out this thing. He asked with some confusion: "Aren't you afraid that the Daheishan Ghost King will blame you?"

Malu said: "There is something wrong with the Ghost King of Dahei Mountain. He cannot leave Dahei Mountain."

"However, it is said that he is improving his condition and may soon be able to solve his chronic illness."

"Anyway, I was no longer in Shengyun Yuan at that time."

The red-haired Taoist gave Juefa a look, as if asking him: "Do you want to fight or not?"

"If you don't take action, I will pull a late-stage foundation-building Yin Shen from the flag to have a chance with this millipede demon."

Juefa understood what Tu Shanjun meant, and his original intention was to borrow Taoism.

The Malu Demon has pure energy and should not be killed and sent to reincarnation.

Of course, if it were a life-and-death fight, he would definitely not let the opponent off just because he was a gentleman. Instead, he would use villainous methods to ensure that he was alive after all.

Since the other party just wanted to have a discussion, Juefa didn't mind helping him.

"You are in the middle stage of foundation building, and I am in the late stage of foundation building. I took advantage. Do you need me to declare my own cultivation level?"

"Amitabha, the donor is really a believer. The young monk admires him, but there is no need to claim to be a cultivator, because the young monk is not a monk in the middle stage of foundation building."

Malu grinned and said, "I'm not a human, I'm a demon."

"Stop talking nonsense and come on!"

Early spring.

The rain and snow melt.

The grassland of Shengyunyuan is no different. The mud has become the nourishment for the new grass.

Under the setting sun, the two figures reflected in the red clouds moved.

The armor on the Armored Malu is definitely a sharp weapon. Even though it looks like a defensive armor, when driven by mana, it looks like a roaring chariot.

The oppressive feeling was like the flaming clouds sinking to the ground above Shengyunyuan.

The violent aura was condensed into armor.
To be continued...