Prince Ming glanced at Ming An suspiciously. Although this young disciple has always been a bit silly, he didn't expect him to be so silly?
Not to mention that there are so many people watching here, what will happen to the Penglai Pavilion people after they are kidnapped? Moreover, why did they take this female cultivator away? Although it is said that this female cultivator seems to have great sincerity, but he
I didn't feel that way. Even though he seemed relatively calm and composed, King Ming had seen tens of thousands of monks in his life, and this alone was not enough to impress him.
"Don't act rashly until I see that she is worthy of our war."
Western Buddhist cultivators are not afraid of conflicts with Penglai Pavilion, but Buddhist cultivators always value peace. If they take the initiative to provoke a war, it is inconsistent with their consistent purpose.
Ming'an wanted to say that it would be too late to take action if he waited until he saw the miraculousness of this fellow Taoist, but Prince Ming had obviously made up his mind. When Ming'an wanted to poke his master's uncle, he was directly hit by that little palm.
Hold two fingers and break them firmly.
"ah!"
Letting out a rapid scream, the young monk Hui Xing next to him looked at Senior Brother Ming'an strangely, and saw that he had a complicated face, one that was both painful and tolerant, and he didn't understand why.
"Senior Brother Ming'an? What's wrong with you?"
"Hui Xing is good. Ignore your senior brother Ming'an. He has some mental problems. He was probably kicked by a donkey before he came here. Don't follow his example."
"Ah? Oh..."
After scratching his bald head, Hui Xing no longer paid attention to the strange senior brother Ming'an, but instead looked at the dark valley mist.
From the moment he arrived near the dark valley, Hui Xing felt a little dazed. It wasn't because he couldn't bear the impact of the mist, but because, well, how should I put it, he felt that the mist was so friendly.
But other people said that the person who was smiling but was actually filled with blood and tears was a demon cultivator. Hui Xing was a little confused as to whether his feelings came from his true heart.
At this time, although the battle inside could not be seen clearly, the black mist overflowed little by little, and some of it escaped to his side. The other monks looked fearful and waved it away. But Hui Xing took a sneak look.
Uncle Mingwang and Brother Ming'an, who seemed not to notice, carefully gathered the fine wisp of black mist into their sleeves.
The light black mist quietly followed Hui Xing's sleeves to his arms, then his shoulders and neck, and finally got into his ears.
Hui Xing shook his head, feeling a little dizzy. Huh? Why is Brother Ming'an's face so ugly? And Uncle Mingwang? Why do they look a little weird?
Hui Xing wanted to ask if he had done something wrong, but before he could say anything, his vision went dark and he fainted.
Ming'an hugged Hui Xing's limp body, his face more solemn than ever before. The same was true for King Ming on the side. He paused and sighed long. Perhaps because he was so emotional, he even forgot to disguise his voice.
, looks particularly crisp and tender.
"This kid Hui Xing..."
It is said that Huixing is the reincarnation of a certain eminent monk and a high-level Buddhist cultivator, because he saw an unprecedented spiritual light in him, and his soul shone so brightly that people reluctantly looked away. Because of this, many Buddhist cultivators in Western Buddhist countries and
He has high hopes.
King Ming was also among them.
However, everything today was too strange and too coincidental. Thinking of what happened to the child since he came to the world of Biluo, King Ming had a vague guess in his mind. But that guess was too cruel for a child.
Therefore, he refused to think about it further. But now, even if he wanted to stop it, it was already over.
"What are you doing?"
After sighing with emotion, Ming Wang suddenly found that Ming An was poking Hui Xing's little face hard. The force was so strong that the soft flesh was digging in! After being stopped by Ming Wang, Ming An took back his finger. He didn't know why Uncle Shi
So angry.
"I'm poking Junior Brother Hui Xing in the face."
"...I'm not asking you this. Can't you just let him faint quietly for a while?"
"Ah? But I want Junior Brother Hui Xing to watch the excitement."
"What's so exciting about...!"
There was indeed a lot of fun to be seen. Cui Qinghe had originally dragged the three monks into the black mist, and everyone couldn't see clearly at first, but at this moment, for some reason, the scene in front of the monks became somewhat clear.
I saw that the three monks were separated, and each one was surrounded by countless evil spirits, tearing them apart fiercely. Although the cultivation level of the three monks was not low, within the enchantment of humans and demons, all negative spirits
Their emotions were amplified. After a while, the three monks looked as if they had seen a ghost, their faces turned pale, and their attacks began to be chaotic.
"Go away! Go away you bastards! I am the most promising monk in Shanghuan Sect!"
Ouch, King Ming is not surprised at all. After all, human cultivators always have some kind of dark side in their hearts. But it is strange that King Ming, who is a demon cultivator, can tolerate the shortcomings of human cultivators, but the monks who are also human cultivators seem to be very
It's shameful to see one's own kind behave like this.
It's like, although everyone can have bad negative emotions such as jealousy, but if you show it, you are a small-minded bad person. It's like other people can accuse each other at will from the moral high ground.
As everyone knows, such behavior is actually no different from that of those monks.
At this moment, the slightly worried eyes of the Shanghuan Sect monks flashed, and their hearts were a little complicated. It turns out that this uncle actually wanted to become the most talented disciple of Shanghuan Sect? This seems to be no problem.
After all, we are all monks, how could we not have any selfish motives?
However, what one of the three monks said next made everyone immediately look heavy.
"Beringbaixia! What are you doing? I am your uncle! You should respect me! Why don't you give me the 'Yu Ling Grass' quickly?!"
"Dare to resist? You are seeking death!"
The monk smashed the souls who were fighting for him with a wave of his hand. The vicious look on his face made people feel frightened. But what surprised the Shang Huanzong disciples even more were the names he just shouted.
Bering Baixia, aren't these the extremely talented twin disciples fifty years ago? It is said that the two of them have a spiritual connection and can inspire special physiques when they are together. They were also trained as core disciples.
It's a pity that he died young and lost his life in a trial.
At the beginning, the elders of Shanghuan Sect felt sorry for them for a long time. But looking at the performance of the uncle just now, it seems that the cause of death of the twin disciples was not that simple.
For a moment, everyone's eyes were extremely complicated. At first, everyone was still wondering whether it was the human demon who deliberately set up a confusion, but as he revealed more and more details, everyone could no longer deceive themselves.
That uncle named Huang Feng did kill his two nephews.
