Sad tree sat cross-legged on the couch.

Zhang Mu bent his knees and half-kneeled under the couch, supported Beishu's leg with one hand, and raised his head.

The sad tree also just lowered its head.

The breath of the two is intertwined, and the candlelight is charming.

The glazed golden bead stick leaned against the wall next to it, its brilliance flowed like a moon.

The relationship between these two people is ambiguous, not enough to make Chang Ming's eyebrows tremble.

But then—

Zhang Mu put his hand on the back of Beishu's neck, gently rubbing it, Beishu seemed to feel comfortable, and closed his eyes slightly, at this moment, Zhang Mu's tongue suddenly stretched out, and jumped into Beishu's mouth!

Sad Tree suddenly opened his eyes wide, his body subconsciously wanted to struggle, and his palm even slapped Zhang Mu's shoulder, but when he slapped it out, it was like a stone sinking into the sea, without any movement, on the contrary, he lost the last chance to escape, his body trembled, and his mouth trembled. There was a whining sound, but they couldn't break free from Zhang Mu's mouth.

At this time, Zhang Mu's mouth opened to an almost impossible arc, swallowing the sad tree's lips and half of his cheek, like a young man eager to express his love to his lover, impatient, and the picture is so absurd, weird and terrifying.

Sad Tree's body finally calmed down after struggling and shaking violently.

Zhang Mu let go of his hand, allowing him to fall limply on the kang.

The former still licked his lips, as if reminiscing about the beauty just now.

As for the sad tree—

Chang Ming's eyes fell on him.

The sad tree didn't move, like sleeping peacefully, but Chang Ming knew that he wouldn't find any scars all over his body, but if he checked carefully, he would find that the sad tree's soul had left his body.

Draw the soul and frighten the soul without hurting the body.

This method of death is exactly the same as the method used to kill Liu Xiaoyu behind the Qixian Gate.

Chang Ming frowned.

Zhang Mu is Liu Xiaoyu's murderer?

No, for Zhang Mu to gain such trust from Sad Tree, he must have been by his side for a while, which is wrong.

At this time, Yunhai beside him pinched his hand and wrote a few more words on his palm.

Does it look good?

Chang Ming raised his eyes and asked silently.

Yunhai smiled at him, quite teasing and humorous.

The next moment, he lifted Chang Ming's silence technique, and flicked his fingers in the opposite direction, in the direction of dense flowers and trees.

With a bang, the surrounding world seemed to break the ban.

A cluster of fireworks exploded where the finger fell, and it burned quickly.

Yunhai directly grabbed Changming and flew up, throwing him into the mourning tree house.

"Go!"

In Chang Ming's ear, before Yun Hai's chuckle stopped, Zhang Mu suddenly raised his head and stared at him, his eyes were fierce and blood red, like a beast staring at its prey.

Almost without giving him any time to think, the other party's figure has already moved, rushing towards Chang Ming like a gust of wind!

When it was too late to say it, Chang Ming picked up the things beside him, quickly backed away, and raised his sleeves to block in front of him.

With fluffy sleeves and a body with almost negligible cultivation, it's like a mantis' arm is like a cart!

Zhang Mu sneered, the spiritual power surged away with the vigor, and with the violent scorching breath, faint sparks churned.

He could almost foresee Chang Ming's sleeve being burned to ashes, followed by his face being destroyed, crying out in pain.

It's a pity, he saw that this person had a good appearance before, and he could have been a new shell in the first place—

Unexpectedly, the other party's sleeves fluttered suddenly, turning into a black butterfly and flying towards him.

The butterfly **** its huge and colorful wings and dances lightly. Although it is huge in size, it does not look deterrent.

Zhang Mu frowned and waved his hand to brush it away, but just as his hand touched the butterflies, one turned into ten, and the ten turned into a hundred, surrounding him, and the more he beat, the more there were.

But it was too late for Chang Ming to run, the guards of Seven Star Terrace heard the movement and rushed over to stop his retreat.

None of the monks who were able to come to the Seven Star Terrace could sleep peacefully and pretend not to know it under such circumstances.

Many people came to the scene one after another after hearing the news, but they just waited and watched from the outside, and did not easily intervene.

The sea of ​​clouds has long disappeared.

Chang Ming was alone, facing Zhang Mu, who had a strange identity, and many monks who had nothing to do with him and would never take action.

No matter how you look at it, it is a situation where the odds of winning are zero.

After so many years, it was the first time that he let his apprentice cheat him.

Sure enough, if you walk a lot at night, you will encounter ghosts.

Blue flames exploded from Zhang Mu's place, burning all the butterflies to ashes.

He was furious and wanted to kill Chang Ming directly, but with so many monks present, it was not easy to do it directly.

A fair and aboveboard charge is also required.

"This person trespassed on the Seven Star Terrace and even killed my lord, the Tree of Sorrow. Today I will make you pay for it with your life!"

Everyone was shocked, they never expected that the sad tree died again after a beautiful night!

Looking at Chang Ming's appearance, he doesn't look like someone who can kill a master-level expert.

But in the opponent's hand, he was still holding Sad Tree's golden beaded glass staff.

Everything seems convincing.

"Wait!"

Chang Ming swallowed the fishy smell in his throat, and put aside the matter of his unscrupulous apprentice betraying him.

"This person's name is Zhang Mu. On the surface, he is the counselor of the Tree of Sadness, but he is actually transformed by a demon. His scheme is huge. Fellow Daoists, don't believe his **** spouts!"

Zhang Mu sneered: "You say I'm a monster? I also say you're a monster! You trespassed on the Seven Star Terrace for no reason, murdered people and seized treasures, and the glazed golden bead stick in your hand speaks for itself! Someone, take him down !"

He stood on the steps with his hands behind his back, not paying attention to Chang Ming at all.

The two had fought just now, and although he was temporarily confused by the puppet butterfly, he also tried to find out the depth of the light.

Since this person saw the cause of the tragic tree's death just now, he must not stay!

The glazed golden bead stick in the palm felt icy cold, which made Chang Ming regain consciousness a little.

If he guessed correctly, this long stick should have come from Qingyun Temple, probably brought out by Sad Tree when he betrayed the Temple.

It is estimated that it is still a spiritual weapon like the treasure of the town yard.

Although it is not as good as his Sifei Sword, it is still worth using.

Sad Tree's subordinates were ordered to come rushing from all directions, with four at the head and eight at the back.

These people's cultivation base is not high, it is impossible to be alone, and they can only rely on the resources of the Seven Stars Platform to support them. They can be regarded as Sad Tree's thugs, but their combined strength should not be underestimated, let alone against Changming alone with many enemies.

They didn't pay much attention to Chang Ming at all, this person looked bleak, he was injured at first glance, and his cultivation level was not very good, let alone the four of them, even if he was alone, he might be able to kill him Take it down.

In full view, under the steps in front of the main hall of the Seven Stars Terrace, a young man with a glazed golden bead staff was holding a sickly face. He was near the end of his life. He was besieged by four people and went up, motionless, without the power to resist.

For the many monks who watched the excitement, they wanted to know who killed the tree of sorrow.

The leader rushed to make meritorious deeds, took the lead, and let go of the long sword in his hand, directly darting towards the back of Chang Ming's neck.

If there is no accident, the long sword pierces through, blood splatters everywhere.

But this accident happened.

Chang Ming actually disappeared in front of him!

The man opened his eyes wide, he forgot to take back his long sword, and just let it stab out.

He thought it was something wrong with his eyes, but he stopped to see the reaction of the people around him, and they were all surprised.

After a while, Chang Ming appeared in front of him again.

The others didn't hesitate any longer, and swung their swords to chop off.

With a tear, Chang Ming was chopped into several pieces and landed floatingly.

But a few people looked closely, and where the person was cut off, it was clearly a paper figure!

"Xu Xianzi, if I die, I'm afraid your visit will be in vain, and you will never find what you want!"

Everyone raised their heads following the sound, Chang Ming stood on the roof and raised his voice.

Xu Jingxian, who was watching the play among the crowd, was suddenly called out, and her mood was complicated for a moment.

She really wanted to see how Chang Ming would handle the current situation.

No matter how you look at it, it is dead anyway.

Changming died as soon as he died, and it didn't have much to do with him, but the other party must have hidden something about raising real grass, what if he really couldn't find it? The situation in Jiuchongyuan is complicated and there are many crises. Whether it is a human or a demon, all of them have their own ulterior motives. Even if she has a lot of scheming, she may be no match for four palms. There are multiple immortals, but they are different after all.

To be an enemy of the Seven Stars...

In the blink of an eye, Xu Jingxian weighed the pros and cons, finally sighed, floated up, and landed beside Chang Ming.

Chang Ming raised his eyes and said humorously: "Fairy is righteous, now we are friends in need!"

Who wants to be your friend in need!

Xu Jingxian was full of disgust and looked around.

They were already surrounded by groups, unable to fly. The monks who came to the banquet were not related to the two of them, and it was impossible to help them. Just because the two of them wanted to overcome the immediate crisis—

She began to regret it.

"Zhang Daoyou, I'm seeing Xu Jingxian, the leader of the Blood Sect Lingbo Peak. This person is my friend. He is injured. He will never kill Master Sad Tree. Please look at me, and wait until everything is checked. Clarify the truth before judging!"

When Xu Jingxian didn't intentionally squeeze her voice, she still had the air of a master of the peak.

It's just that the name of seeing the blood sect doesn't work here at all.

Zhang Mu's expression didn't change at all, he raised his head gloomyly and stared at the two of them, his eyes fell on Chang Ming, he didn't say a word, he just raised his hand slowly.

Xu Jingxian whispered that something was wrong.

Sure enough, the other party raised his wrist halfway and then swung it down suddenly!

This is an order to attack.

Those who made people swarmed up and rushed to the two of them on the roof!

"This time I will be killed by you!"

Xu Jingxian said, she has the cultivation base of a quasi-grandmaster, and under the siege of so many people, she is probably going to die, let alone rescue Chang Ming.

Getting injured in this kind of place is like a fat sheep with no ability to resist, and will lose its life at any time.

Just because the Blood Sect did a lot of murder, looting and looting, Xu Jingxian has a deep understanding of human nature.

"I deal with Zhang Mu, you deal with them!"

Chang Ming suddenly stood up, but instead of standing in front of her to help her deal with the surrounding monks, he jumped over those people and went straight to Zhang Mu.

This is not suicidal what is it? !

Xu Jingxian didn't have time to stop him, she had already swung out her gauze, and started fighting with those people, and wanted to help Chang Ming make a decision, and distract him to intercept and kill Zhang Mu.

She didn't think Chang Ming could kill Zhang Mu at all.

To put it bluntly, the art of controlling objects and transforming gods is still heresy. The way to win is nothing more than falsehood and reality, and surprises. If you are facing a real master with a deep cultivation base and a solid foundation, this set of tools must be used in conjunction with your own spiritual cultivation. Changming now The spiritual power is vain and the body is weak, and it is impossible to maintain the imperial object for a long time.

The long spear in Zhang Mu's hand twirled, the red tassel on the tip of the spear was like a raging fire, and stabbed at Chang Ming with red flames.

What kind of imperial illusion is useless in front of him, if Chang Ming wants to use the trick just now to deceive him, it will be completely tricky!

The flame from the tip of the gun instantly hit Changming's eyebrows!

There was no gushing of blood as imagined, and the other party did not disappear, so he just stood quietly in mid-air, looking at him with a smile.

Zhang Mu immediately sensed that something was wrong, he turned around, and swung the spear around, with such vigor, it exploded with crackling noises, and the flames roared into the sky!

three!

The three Chang Ming, neither far nor near, resisted his attack with different attacks and different ways of responding to the enemy, and slapped Zhang Mu's Lie Yan back and rolled back at the same time.

Zhang Mu had no choice but to jump up and dodge.

Which one is the real Changming? !

The other party's cultivation base is obviously low and superficial, how could there be such a technique that even he couldn't see through it for a while? !

That's right, the glazed golden bead stick!

Zhang Mu had a flash of inspiration.

Beishu's glazed golden bead stick, also known as Sancai Jinzhu stick, used to be the treasure of Qingyun Temple, but it was stolen by Beishu and never returned. Xinghe, and defeated many opponents, is also related to the help given to him by this Zen staff.

But after all, it is the spirit of Buddhism, and it is not something that ordinary people can comprehend or manipulate if they want to.

This person not only uses it with ease, but can use it to play such a role.

Zhang Mu narrowed his eyes.

Three talents, heaven, earth and man.

Three beads into one, one bead divided into three.

Heaven beads and earth beads are complementary to each other, only the human beads are slightly deficient, which needs to be made up by the user.

The weakest, flickering one...

You are the one!

Zhang Mu showed a bloodthirsty smile, and shot with a spear!

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Small theater unrelated to the main text:

Chang Ming: There will be a day when I will be tricked by my apprentice?

Zhou Ke: Congratulations to Puben, seeing the blood sect sending a congratulatory message.

Sun Buku: Amitabha, evil will be rewarded with evil.

Song Nanyan: If you walk too much at night, you will see ghosts.

Yun Weisi: Who is the ghost?