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Chapter 1125

Chapter 1125

If it weren't for the old monk holding the trump card of inheritance and Suning being reluctant to use the peach core, he could have gone out in a big way.

But now, he can only hope that the forbidden area of ​​the Sutra Pavilion will be more valued by Kong Jian, and that the tiger will leave the mountain as he expected.

"Hey, is it burning?"

Suning called to Hu Zhiying from the bottom of her heart: "Everything is ready. All we need is the east wind. Make the battle bigger."

There was a deathly silence, and there was no response for a long time.

Just when Suning thought there was something wrong with that girl, Hu Zhiying coughed repeatedly and said, "Oh my God, I'm choking to death."

"I set a fire on each floor from the first floor to the fourth floor."

"There is a defensive formation on the fifth floor. It is probably difficult to burn in."

Suning said with relief: "It doesn't matter, as long as it works."

Hu Zhiying panted and said, "Wait slowly, I'll go back to the wing and wash my face."

"By the way, when I was setting fire on the fourth floor, I heard from the fifth floor..."

"Well, I don't know if it's the fifth or sixth floor. There was a child crying."

"Intermittently, looming, crying very hard."

Suning asked curiously: "Didn't you see anyone?"

Hu Zhiying said awkwardly: "My cultivation level is not enough, it would be good if I could cry."

Suning questioned: "You didn't hear wrong, right?"

"How could there be a child on the fifth and sixth floors of the Sutra Pavilion, a forbidden area for Buddhism?"

Hu Zhiying said anxiously: "It's really a child, a baby waiting to be fed."

Suning was dumbfounded and couldn't believe it.

Hu Zhiying added: "Because it was so outrageous, I deliberately lay down on the stairs to look up."

"Although I didn't see the real person, the baby's cry cannot be faked."

Suning reasoned to herself: "Only the host can enter the fifth and sixth floors."

"Could it be that the child is extremely talented and is valued by Kong Jian, so he plans to take him as his direct disciple and train him?"

Hu Zhiying said thiefly: "I think it is more likely that the golden house hides the beauty."

"What kind of gifted, direct disciple, if I look at it, it's probably Kong Jian's biological son."

"Otherwise, there's no point in hiding in a forbidden area?"

"There is no three hundred taels of silver here, so it is obvious that there is a ghost."

Suning echoed: "It seems to make sense, wait until I get out and find a way to go in and have a look."

"Whether it's true or false, whether it's a human or a ghost, you'll find out once you check it out."

The two people here had just finished chatting when, on the other side, a middle-aged monk rushed to Sora Mi's side in a hurry.

He was sweating profusely, leaning over and whispering, feeling unspeakably nervous and frightened.

Seeing that the gloomy face was now filled with ferociousness, Kong turned his head sharply.

In the direction of the Sutra Pavilion, black smoke billowed into the sky.

"Host, please come up with an idea, what should we do?"

The middle-aged monk solemnly said: "I'm afraid we won't be able to stop the other party's cultivation."

Kong Jian was hesitant and undecided, his steps heavy.

He glanced at the killing array unwillingly, then turned sideways and looked up at the sky.

After a moment, he gritted his teeth and said, "You guys stay here, I'll come back as soon as I go."

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure sped out.

At the entrance of the Qingshan Cave, Suning showed a triumphant smile.

This round, it seems that the bet was won.

Not only was he able to escape smoothly, but he also verified the importance of the forbidden area of ​​the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

There, there is a problem.

Big question.

To prevent Kong Jian from trying to lure the snake out of its hole, Suning waited an extra two minutes.

After ensuring that the plan was successful, he took a step forward and rushed out of the killing array.

The speed was so fast that the Buddhist disciples who were surrounded by vigilance had no time to react.

"Follow me."

The middle-aged monk was shocked and angry and said: "I, I will report it to the host."


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