The stunning woman let out a long sigh and slowly drew out the long sword. The sword exuded a chilling air, like a stream of autumn water.
Looking at the long sword that was slowly unsheathed, Zhao Yuan felt a thrilling feeling. At this moment, he felt that a ferocious predator was being released from its cage. That feeling was indescribable.
"Yes, the Immortal chess piece is broken, and the poor monk Qian Donkey has lost all his skills." Monk Tianxin gently stroked the chess pieces scattered on the ground with his fat hands, showing an extremely pious look on his face.
"laugh"
There was a flash of light, and the long sword in the hand of the stunning woman flashed, and a ray of sword light penetrated into Monk Tianxin's body.
"Since you lose, you must die!" The stunning beauty stabbed the sword in Monk Tianxin's body, her face still extremely peaceful.
"If you hear the truth in the morning, you will die in the evening!" Monk Tianxin seemed not to feel the sharp blade piercing his body, still sitting cross-legged with a peaceful look on his face.
Zhao Yuan looked at the scene he saw and his whole body became like a stone sculpture. He never dreamed that two people were playing chess so well that without any warning, one person would suddenly stab the other to death, even if it was unfolding.
Even with his infinite imagination, he would never have imagined such an ending.
"Monk, I'm leaving, do you have anything else to say?" The stunning beauty did not draw out her sword immediately.
"Female donor, the monk really has something to ask for."
"explain."
"Kill Zhao Yuan."
"Why?"
"This man has done a lot of killing and has an unyielding will. If he is left alive, his life will be ruined. By killing this man, the female benefactor can wash away his sins and become an immortal one day..."
"Is it more serious than my murder?" The stunning woman glanced at Zhao Yuan indifferently.
"The female benefactor's killing is less than one-tenth of Zhao Yuan's." Monk Tianxin said with a bitter smile.
"So powerful?"
The stunning woman couldn't help but glance at Zhao Yuan again, and Zhao Yuan felt a chill running down his spine as he watched the two of them talk about their lives in an understatement.
"Yes, it's more powerful than you think. If you don't believe it, ask him if he is often struck by lightning?" Monk Tianxin affirmed.
"Do you often get struck by lightning?" A look of curiosity appeared on the face of the stunning beauty.
"...Yes." Zhao Yuan knew that there was no point in hiding it in front of such a master.
"Interesting, Monk, you asked me to kill him, and he helped me out of trouble in the 'Trapped Immortal Chess'. Although I kill people like crazy, I really can't do it. It's a dilemma, it's a dilemma... Monk, this guy is just
In the early stage of cultivation, with your magical power, even if you are hit by my sword, you can kill ten or eight people like this. So, this fairy gives you permission to kill him yourself."
As the stunning beauty spoke, she slowly drew out the long sword in her hand, and a purple stream of light also came from the monk's body. Only then did Zhao Yuan notice that the stream of light seemed to have locked the monk's blood and body.
Purple streamer!
Zhao Yuan was extremely shocked.
Wan Ling'er said that cultivators who have reached the purple spiritual energy are already close to the immortal way and have reached the advanced third-level spiritual energy. In the Great Qin Empire, such masters can be said to be very few. Even cultivators like Liu Xiaotian can only
Reaching the intermediate fourth level of spiritual energy, although it is close to the critical point, it has not yet broken through to the advanced level, and leaving the advanced third level of spiritual energy is far behind.
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. Monk, I will never kill any living thing in my life. Today, for the sake of all the people in the world, I have started killing. Donor, I'm sorry..."
The monk chanted a Buddhist name and saluted Zhao Yuan. Then, with his fingers spread out, he grabbed Zhao Yuan with his huge fleshy palm, as if enveloped by a cloud of colorful rays of light.
Zhao Yuan watched the ten fat fingers grabbing at him, feeling extremely horrified because at this time, he could not move at all, as if his hands and feet were bound by a huge force.
Colorful glow!
Zhao Yuan once again had a look of horror on his face.
This colorful ray of light is an intermediate fifth-level spiritual energy. A cultivator of this level is already more powerful than Liu Xiaotian.
Of course, Zhao Yuan was not horrified by the monk's high level of cultivation, but he was horrified by the fact that the stunning woman killed such a master as easily as killing a chicken, which was really unbelievable.
This is the first time Zhao Yuan has seen a high-level spiritual energy cultivator. Although this stunning woman has not shown earth-shattering power, it can be seen from the fact that she can kill an intermediate fifth-level spiritual energy cultivator while talking and laughing.
How tyrannical.
Seeing those fat palms reaching out, Zhao Yuan could not move his hands and feet, and all the brute strength in his body was gone.
There was a wry smile on Zhao Yuan's lips. It seemed that he really deserved to die here. In this world, it was extremely rare to meet an intermediate cultivator, but he not only met an intermediate fifth-level cultivator.
He also met a high-level third-level cultivator. Zhao Yuanming could only blame him because he was suffering so much.
Not to mention the secular world, even in the world of cultivation, many cultivators will never see an intermediate cultivator in their lifetime, and high-level cultivators are even rarer. They often only hear their names but never see them.
Today, Zhao Yuan casually met an intermediate fifth-level spiritual energy cultivator and an advanced third-level spiritual cultivator. If word spread, it would definitely cause a sensation in the cultivation world.
A cloud of light bloomed.
"Peng" was followed by a loud noise, and the ground shook.
Zhao Yuan's eyes were illuminated by the glow, and his vision went dark, and he could not see anything. When he opened his eyes, he realized that he was unscathed, and the stunning woman holding a long sword was staring angrily at the monk sitting on the ground.
The Zen room had become broken into pieces, as if it had been swept by a tornado and was in a mess.
The monk seemed to have not moved, sitting cross-legged as before, as majestic as a mountain, but the only difference was that his eyes had been closed and his hands were clasped together.
"Cunning monk!" The stunning beauty stood up and glared fiercely at the peaceful monk.
"What's wrong with him?" Zhao Yuan felt something was wrong.
"He is dead...no, the troops have been disbanded."
"He became a Loose Immortal?" Zhao Yuan looked horrified, but he had heard it said tomorrow that the Bingjie was to survive the calamity and exist in the form of a soul.
"He is also qualified to become a Sanxian!" The stunning beauty snorted coldly.
"That……"
"Are you leaving or not?"
The stunning beauty held up her sword and strode out of the shattered Zen room. Zhao Yuan quickly followed.
At this time, there was a rush of footsteps outside.
When the two of them walked out of the Zen room and outside the Buddhist hall, they were immediately surrounded by dozens of monks holding swords. The stunning beauty did not say a word, but just swiped the long sword in her hand. Immediately, like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves,
Dozens of monks let out a burst of screams, and their corpses were separated. Zhao Yuan discovered that some of the souls of those monks' corpses were floating in the air, but they were immediately shattered by the sword energy of the stunning woman, and their bodies and souls were scattered.
The stunning beauty fought her way out of the temple, leaving rivers of blood flowing, and even the tenacious Zhao Yuan felt a chill run down his spine.
Mingri and Mingyue are both ruthless and ruthless, killing people and setting fires at every turn. However, compared with this female devil, they pale into insignificance. To describe this stunning beauty as murderous is no exaggeration.
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